I Don't Want To Know Part 1


"Sol-Etude"

Whose helping me harness my faith to my doubt?
 Solitude my sufferance, my drawn draught of drought,
 here hidden I'm bidden stay within without,
 for hither I wither, with her my devout,

Solitude my succor, my dew dappled dawn,
 with all the draws blind, and with all the blinds drawn,
 here winsome I lose some, for no one will knock,
 on doors of rapport that I can't help but lock,

Abridged on a bridge of my purest intention,
 paining abstaining in absent abstention.
 when I reach for my true love, they call it dementia,
 and terse is the curse as I'm hung in absentia,

Solitude my sweet, she will never betray me,
 a loan all alone, she'll be-nighting me daily, 
 and she will never leave me, I will always be lonely,
 my whisper well wailing an ailing if only,

If only I looked in the mirror without seeing,
 mechanically separated human being.
 if only my creed wasn't always decreeing,
 my yes and my know forever disagreeing,

Solitude my sweet, she sings me to sleeping,
 for her it is sure I won't give way my keeping,
 my footfall is felled upon quelled living water,
 my sweet isolation, so glad that I've got her,

My sweet Ice-elation, so cold are the crypts,
 of this solar eclipse, ellipsed twixt her lips,
 where I shiver me down, haunting silence with sound
 precision of vision, by beauty I'm bound,

For my love is a lawless perfection enfolded,
 and the ideal is flawless, but I can't seem to hold it,
 when I try to embrace it, it circles my square,
 "Be ye breathless and deathless and lighter than air?"

"Just how long is your longing? how low is your lonely?
 would you be long in belonging, if you owned your if only?
 does the weight of your waiting incense you incessant?
 for your past it has passed, yet your present's not present"

Her words were welling up in venerate violence,
 that spoke and then spoke till those spokes wheeled a silence,
 a silence endowed in a lauding so loud
 I did plead 'neath the need of the oath I had vowed",

"Well..."

"I have thought with my heart, I have seen with my mind,
 I have turned blank pages to benefit the blind,
 a moot muted song to the deaf did I croon,
 as I ran through the land of the bland noon-tide moon"

"I've had smoke on my mirror, I have swallowed my sword
 and I'm light as a feather and stiff as a board",
 I've not lain with the lyins... I've not gone on the lamb,
 as-in-nine I have been exactly who I am"

"a black circle of salt was wound into my wound"
 and my orchid was orced, and my sun it was mooned,
 and my breath it was baited till my death was assured,
 and not once did this dunce ever slur the pure word"

... Breathe...

Pill Grimmage

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Tasmin Nicole Stephens: a baby born in Wigan with a dream of cock and roll! From a young age Tasmin has had a deep interest in music, most likely stemming from her father Jimmy Stephens who drummed in the Aussie rock band AC/DC. But he isn’t the only famous face in Tasmin’s family, as her grandad was Leonard Cohen. She recalls, “whenever I felt at a loss I would turn to Grandpapi Cohen and he would give me bucket loads of useful knowledge, from that moment onwards I never stopped believing in myself”. No friends, just keyboards and pure passion.