TRAVELLING THROUGH MY MIND

Friday 19 October 2012

PAGAN POETRY - BJÖRK




Pedalling through

The dark currents

I find

An accurate copy

A blueprint

Of the pleasure

In me

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

A secret code carved

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

A secret code carved

He offers

A handshake

Crooked

Five fingers

They form a pattern

Yet to be matched


On the surface simplicity

But the darkest pit in me

It's pagan poetry

Pagan poetry

Morsecoding signals 

They pulsate  and wake me up

from my hibernate

On the surface simplicity

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

But the darkest pit in me

It's pagan poetry

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

Pagan poetry

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

I love him

This time

I'm gonna keep me to myself

This time

I'm gonna keep my all to myself

And he makes me want to hurt myself again

And he makes me want to hurt myself again

GUY BOURDIN I : I love my legs