Octopus scrambles on top of the rocks
Under the icicles of the moon
Ink clouds the sky
As oceans run dry
Volcanic eyes
Lurking in the dark
Piercing it’s tentacles
Like a harpoon through the heart
Illustration by Issy Veysey
Poem by Jeremy Warder 2019
Mountain tops rain down with butterflies
Sparkling like scattered memories
Falling out of the clouds
Blood orange skies
Dissolve like teardrops upon the eyelids
Of the old and frail
The snow coated and pale
Angels stare down from the bridge
Upon the moonlit port side
Dancing upon the cities rustic spine
Fluttering around the trams like fireflies
All through the night
Ivory bone
Cast into instrument
Staring alone at the stars
Upon a scrapheap of cars
Carnations stuffed in rifles
Rise out from the soils of blue
Soldiers eyes glimmering
With a reflective violet hue
Cabinets of curiosities
Leak with rust
Books nailed with skeleton shells
Explode into memories of dust
Petroska leaking petrol
Tears of bloody rust
Silver cylinder legs
Exhausted by the roadside
Automated speech on repeat
Silver skull face down on cold concrete
Crawling crippled in the rush hour heat
Men storm past
A broken body in the dark
Her mechanical heart
Splintering into
Emerald shards
Paradise lost
A Serpent slivering around a cross
A bonfire of trees
An arrow of fire blazing my dreams
A crack in a blackened mirror
A distorted reflection that makes me shiver
Caving in to the heat
As the earth falls away beneath my feet
We tie our fears
Around the strings of a kite
Releasing them off skyscrapers
Ten miles high
Letting go of sorrow
In the blink of an eye
Burning a trail for tomorrow
Across mirrors of fire
Dreams scattered upon the rooftops
Glisten like beams of glass
Fragile to the earthquakes
Of the cities underpass
Skeleton structures
Claw out to the stars
Cranes dismantling concrete bodies
Over a sea of cars
Written by Jeremy Warder 2017
Verse 1
Stop the clock
Reverse the curse
Call up the nurse
Enter the afterlife
And be cured by a bat winged midwife
Chorus
Cos I’m ready for the next stage
Ready for the next stage
Cos I’m ready for the next stage
Ready for the next stage
From the bats of hell
To the sinking islands on the Seychelles
I’m ready for the next stage
Next stage with you
Verse 2
Tame the beast
Unlock the cage
Rivers of rage
Fly from the fangs beneath
And into the sky
Like a butterfly unleashed
Chorus
The tiger held me to the ground
He could smell my fear
Out of the crowd
Oh jesus come and fuse my soul
I’m the bat Queen of rock n’roll
Bats of hell
Sinking islands on the Seychelles
I’m ready for the next stage
Ready for the next stage with you
Lyrics Jeremy Warder 2017
The fame hungry tiger
Devours it’s prey
Under octopus tentacles
Hanging like starfruit
Rotting under the tree
Seeds burst
Like words from the heart
Left to dry
In a puddle of ink
On the floor
Under a mirrored moon
His muscular body sleeps
Upon the sands of a lunar beach
Slowly I creep
Opening his beautiful mouth
Staring at the cavity
Of his sharp teeth
Gold mask
Glitters in the sunset
As the eyes of the serpent
Sliver through the night
Rain patters upon the hot rooftops
As steam rises
Into the formation of his figure
Causing butterflies to flutter
Inside the bodies cage
Leopard print heart
Stitched up wildly in the dark
Unveiling his disguise
Moving like a sleepwalker
Hypnotised
Have you ever seen life wash down the drain?
Puddles of dark that drive you insane
And no matter how hard you try
Your karma is black
Like the depths of the night
People walk by and fade on the street
Souls waste away in the torturous heat
So hold your head high and unleash the pain
Cos ladies and gentlemen
Here comes the rain!
