'Sleeping Beauty'

The softness of the linen sheets as I lay in our own bed,
The warmness always comforts me as the pillows cushion my head,
I stare at this woman at the side of me, and glance at your golden hair,
I realise I am the luckiest man, to have you lying there.

I'm turning now over, onto my side, and I breathe in your perfume scent,
I touch your skin, so warm, so smooth, you must be heaven sent.
I take you for granted, but I'll love you all the same,
In the daytime I say nasty things, and end up directing the blame.

I hope you know, I love you so, so much that I can't express,
The thoughts of being without you, would leave me so depressed.
I really want you for the rest of my life , for better, or for worse,
I hope I will never ruin your life, with my family who is cursed.

I stroke your hair while you are asleep, and I whisper in your ear,
'I want to live in eternity, and I want to spend it here.'
Alone with you inside our bed, it just makes me so content,
The vows we made on that special day, were exactly what I meant.

We have our rows, but that is good, to me it means we sort things out,
It is better than to watch us grow old, with no opinions, without a shout.
We are so very compatible, we seem to have blended into one,
And here we are, I cannot wait, for our daughter or our son!

I will always try harder, to be that better man,
I will do whatever it takes, and I will do whatever I can,
We will be happy once this passes, this awful place that we're in,
There is a light; I see it coming, although it still remains quite dim.

Who can say what the future brings, or what is around the bend,
There is one thing that is definite, that I will make amends,
I have put you through a lot of shit, and that is all about to cease,
When all of this eventually passes, we will finally find some peace.

This world of ours will be ours for the taking, and we will smile again,
The madness of this crazy life will start to appear quite sane,
The ones that try to hurt us both will soon just disappear,
And you and I can live in peace, my promise to you....my dear!

So I lie in my bed, and I think of these things, whilst you reside in dreams,
I want to wake you up, my dear, and tell you of these things,
But let you sleep is only right....you dream, my precious girl,
And when you finally rise at dawn, you will wake into a better world x

Written by EyeCeyE to his wife before she commenced divorce proceedings...

'The Cure'

"When the battles nearly over,
but the war has just begun,
I am staring at the bodies,
as I grasp my smoking gun..."

The words they paint a picture,
but it's time to put down the book,
I realise I've lost everything,
and there is nowhere left to look.

I've been taken to the doctors,
He gave me pills to help me change,
They're supposed to make me happy,
but they've left me more deranged.

This lesbian has given me,
A disease that's made me sore,
I'm sick of all the one night stands,
I am sick of meeting whores.

I want my wife, I want my life,
and to see my daughter every day,
She's taken away all that I have,
I just wish that I could've stayed.

So I'm sitting here just wallowing,
In a home that's not my own,
I'm waiting for the rain to stop,
I have never felt so alone.

There's not a lot that I have left,
I lose more family with every year,
I try to write more words to say,
whilst I'm choking back the tears.

But I have to go so I button my shirt,
and chose another mask to wear,
I've got to go to work again,
and pretend that I really care.

I've made it here with a smile on my face,
I can't let my nervousness show,
I cannot let the vultures,
ever know that I feel so low.

They would pick at my bones for a laugh and a joke,
If a chink in my armour was revealed,
I am shaking inside, and I'm constantly sick,
Oh please god, just let me be healed!

I can't get to sleep, i have tried for weeks,
My restless legs shall never be stilled,
I'm lucky to get three hours in the night,
I lie there and dream of being killed.

I can't do it myself cos I can't decide how,
By the time I decide I've returned,
From the terrible hell that exists in my head,
All my positive thoughts have been burned.

So I put on a smile, and I think for a while,
and I remember something so pure,
The thoughts of my girls just keep me alive,
I think I may have found My Cure! x

Written by EyeCeyE 2006

The Beavers - It's Coming (rare original)

The Beavers are a band who hailed from the South West of England, both originally Northerners, but who have since become deceased due to the ever-destructive nature of pop culture. The two founding members, Bret Blue and EyeCeyE found that fame initially seemed the dream that everyone hopes for, but before long they began the slow descent into drug and alcohol addiction, and the fame finally took its toll resulting in both band members left no choice but to agree to a mutual suicide pact. I will not go into the details of their demise here, as it is to graphic and this is a family website, sufficed to say, it was a bloody, gory end, but each time you hear the word, 'beaver', just spare a thought for the two victims of their own self-induced talents, and remember kids....Fame isn't all it's cracked up to be! x

The Narcissus Flower ( Full of Poison )

Narcissus obsessed with his own reflection

Narcissus (Greek Tragedy?)

There are a variety of differing versions of the Greek God Narcissus (Narcissism). Some say he was so beautiful, up there with the Adonis's of the world, and was advised never to look at his reflection. One day he discovered a pond and found himself staring incessently at himself in the reflection of the pond.

It is written that he stared at himself continuously believing he was staring at a perfectly beautiful water spirit, until he leaned over to kiss the spirit, and discovered the image he had been staring at was of himself. He then drowned himself as he could not come to terms with his own blinding, obsessive vanity.

Other stories say that he was found with an arrow in his back after spurning the continual advances of others, who found his beauty so unbelievable, and found his own beauty in his reflection so perfect and unworthy of others.

Such tales exist, but I am the Narcissist Hunter, and that will always remain. My purpose on this planet is to play the narcissist at his own game, like a game of chess. For almost thirty years I have been surrounded by narcissists who have systematically destroyed all that have held true in my heart. They have removed any innocence i had, and erased my childhood.

I prefer to believe that the arrow found in Narcissus' back was fired from my own bow, and I feel no guilt for his death.

At the exact place where Narcissus was killed or committed suicide grew the Narcissus flower, known to all of us as the family of the Daffodil.

Each year I make a point of carefully picking the daffodils, especially the albino daffodils, as they most reflect the original Narcissus flower.

Also an interesting fact is that inside the sap of the Narcissus family of flowers lays a poison that kills all other flowers nearby. A fitting end to the story of Narcissus.

Peace and Love in a war torn world x

Scared New World

The tarp has sprung a leak! A prequel to the 4-part mini series: ~The Demise of Johnny Spine~ An EyeCeyE Film (2005)

Revenge Of The Shaolin Monks

Revenge Of The Shaolin Monks is a modern day Shaolin kung-fu, art house movie with a difference. Two fearsome Shaolin Monks who excelled in the art of Shaolin are forced together in a reunion that neither man believed could ever happen. Many years previously the two monks had surpassed all tests and achieved unknown status amongst Caucasian males for their Shaolin knowledge and skill. Both men had developed a strong platonic bond throughout their training. One day, however, this was all to change when a disagreement involving the future of the Shaolin Temple tore the two friends apart. Since then,the 'Shaolin Master' (EyeCeyE) has resided outside of the Shaolin Temple and remains in exile, clandestinely teaching the Shaolin styles to those he believes to be noble and worthy. The Shaolin Temple eventually discovers the truth about his illicit teaching and orders the 'Silent Assassin' (Bret Blue) to seek out the exiled Monk and punish him for acts of heresy against the Shaolin Temple. Written and Directed by EyeCeyE Copyright 2005

Malignant Narcissist

Psychologically speaking, Mr. George W. Bush is what is called a ‘malignant narcissist.’ A narcissist is someone who has become hypnotized and entranced by their own inflated self-image. They have become so self-absorbed that not only are they not in genuine relation with others, but they relate to others (including the environment) as objects to satisfy their own need for self-aggrandizement. A ‘malignant’ narcissist, however, is a narcissist who reacts sadistically to others who don't support and enable their narcissism. For example, instead of self-reflecting and taking in critical feedback, the Bush administration reacts with ruthless contempt for anyone who disagrees with them. Like a mean and cruel-spirited malignant narcissist, Bush and Co. deny the accusation and try to destroy the messenger. Ultimately, a malignant narcissist wants to annihilate anyone who in any way threatens their illusory self-image and self-serving agenda.Malignant narcissists can be very charismatic, and are very adept at charming and manipulating others. They are clever at camouflaging their malevolent agenda, even to themselves, and can appear to be very normal, regular, and seemingly loving people. To quote the great doctor of the soul, psychiatrist C. G. Jung “only a very small fraction of so-called psychopaths land in the asylum. The overwhelming majority of them constitute that part of the population which is alleged to be “normal.”” And, I might add, that many of these so-called seemingly ‘normal’ psychopaths are drawn to positions of power. Malignant narcissists are very skilled at entrancing others, at putting other’s under their spell. They are master hypnotists. They are like ‘black magicians,’ in that they are very talented at hooking others through their fear by using ‘mind-control’ techniques such as lying and propaganda to control them. The narcissism of a leader such as Bush resonates with the narcissism inherent in his supporters, who identify with Bush’s seeming certainty and lack of doubt (it never occurs to them that, to quote John Kerry “You can be certain and wrong.”). This creates a very dangerous and pathological situation called “group narcissism,” in which a large group of people have dis-connected from their critical faculties and entrusted their power to their narcissistic leader. This is a perversely symbiotic, co-dependent relationship in which all members of the group are colluding with and enabling each other’s narcissism. For example, George Bush, in his utter narcissism thinks that God speaks through him. Instead of being seen as deluded, his supporters reflect back to him that they, too, think that God speaks through him. This, of course, just reinforces Bush’s narcissistic delusion. Seeing Bush as God’s instrument concurrently fulfills in the Bush supporters their adolescent fantasy of having someone who is playing the role of the divine leader to protect them. This mutually interdependent and reciprocally reinforcing delusion is what is called a ‘collective psychosis.’ By playing with people’s fear, Bush is hypnotizing people to give their power away to him. Unfortunately, by doing this he has hypnotized himself as well, which is to say he is deceiving himself in the process of his deceiving of others. Malignant narcissists are pathological liars. They are very adept at both lying and then believing their own lies. The conviction they carry in this act of self-deception can easily ‘entrance’ people. To quote Jung “Nothing has such a convincing effect as a lie one invents and believes oneself, or an evil deed or intention whose righteousness one regards as self-evident.” A malignant narcissist plays with people’s fears so as to gain their trust and control them, which is based on the abuse of power over others that is the signature of a true dictator.

Presidential Blood Lines (oldish news but relevant)

Being an An American President involves far more than just being able to dominate the opinion polls of the American public, the last 30 presidents have been related, to a degree, by blood lines, and that could help explain why there are no blacks, women, or homosexual presidents in existence. There are matters at work here far more important than our pretentious voting rituals which give us a false sense of liberalism, and why we are unable to break the tradition......it questions all the reasons why there is a lack of control and a fundamental lack of true freedom of diplomacy. We need to stop the ridicule and intervene in the function and overall raison detre of the American World Controllers.

Why did Condoleeza Rice not even contemplate the presidency, yet Hilary Clinton did? We need to look closely at the future of our planet and ask, why should one pedigree of blood line dominate? What gives them the right, and what makes them more equal than others?

Here is a little taster to get you going on the right track......fuck the Yanks, and fuck their dominance......

"LONDON -- President Clinton and Bob Dole have more in common than wanting to be president. They are distant cousins. But President Clinton has a snootier pedigree, according to genealogists, who say that gives him an election edge. Both President Clinton and Mr. Dole can trace their ancestry to King Henry III and Presidents William Henry Harrison and Benjamin Harrison, according to Burke's Peerage, a publishing house that traces the lineage of royal and noble families. But President Clinton has far more royal blood than Mr. Dole because he is directly descended from King Robert I of France and is also related to every Scottish monarch and to the current British royal family. Harold Brooks-Baker, publishing director of Burke's Peerage, says President Clinton's bluer blood gives him an edge in November's election. "The presidential candidate with the greatest number of royal genes has always been the victor, without exception, since George Washington," said Mr. Brooks-Baker, an American from Baltimore, Md., who has lived in Britain since 1968. "Only the merest drop of royal blood flows in the veins of Senator Dole," he said. Mr. Dole's sole royal link is to Henry III, who ruled England from 1227 to 1272. He is related to the king on his mother's side, through the Talbott and Harrison families of Maryland and Virginia, according to Burke's. The Dole family's history of political service dates back to the mid-1600s when the candidate's ancestor, Richard Ewen, served as a speaker of the House of Burgesses Assembly in Maryland. President Clinton's royal roots, Mr. Brooks-Baker said, include several medieval monarchs and Simon de Montford, a statesman and soldier under King Henry III who lived from 1208 to 1265 and married the king's sister Eleanor. Through de Montford, President Clinton is related to every ancient aristocratic family in Britain today. On his mother's side, President Clinton is also related to President Andrew Jackson and Davy Crockett, the frontier folk hero who died in 1836 defending the Alamo during the war for Texan independence. "

Give the rest of gods given DNA and genetic variety a chance.....not just peace.

Love you all.... except the bloodline of both the Bush Administrations and their infuriating contempt for human beings, their self righteous, condescending attitude towards diplomacy, their control and manipulation over the United Nations....If Saddam deserved a noose around his neck, then please write in and tell me why both of the Bush Administrations should not also have a noose around their necks for war crimes against humanity, given the amount of innocents killed for the profit of Oil and nothing else. Is this a fair and just world, I dont think so....so George W. I hope you are are reading this, cos someone will finish you off, your time is numbered mate, and justly so.

Sleep well, and don't have nightmares...

Peace and Love in a predominantly American/British war torn world x