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Lauren Black Perfume
Copyright 2011 Russell Gulliver
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“A perfume can tell you a lot about the person who is wearing the perfume. It has been known that certain men wear women’s perfume there is no shame in this as certain women do the same. These people are the trailblazers, the people who dare to be different to set new social trends and acceptability.” – Russell Gulliver
Table of Contents
Hallowed Ground: The Angel of Life
Hallowed Ground: The Angel of Death
The Only Living Girl in North Acton
How the black hair absorbs the darkness
The darkness of the night’s blackness
The deep brown eyes emitting warmth
From what should be a cold entity?
How can this be?
All I see is shyness in the dark
The shyness of being frightened
Frightened to let go
Hiding in the shadows
All the light in the world
Yet this cannot be
How can one person be above?
The Society crumbling all around
Morals changing, nothing making a difference
Where did all the faith go?
To the dawn or to the dusk
That is the question that must not be answered
I see her laying there all naked and red
Her bosoms breathing heavily within this chamber
Her flowing hair running over the sheets
I see an absinthe glass half empty
Is this what has deceived her?
The aniseed flavouring of the green fairy
Making her aroused from the senses and inner feelings
This hair that is golden to the touch
Her sweet smelling scent of a woman
Rising from the bed
Her plum coloured lipstick glistening in the moonlight
Her smooth silk like legs covered by the sheets
Stirring as she dreams of cocktail and dreams
Upon this night covered frost
That is upon us now and will forever last
How she blows through this cold hearted night
And into the wind that is crying Emily
The shadows of the hills
Disappearing into moonstruck light
As the night creeps in like the silent ghost
Of people’s past and present
Ever seeking out new endeavours
How her blond hair ever glows in the candle lit room
As she sits there reading next to the fire
As the flames lick up into the air
Creating an illusion of fire dancing to a tune
That is all around yet inaudible to our ears
The rain turns to snow as it whisks
Up against the cabin walls and windows
Creating a gleaming mirror to the sky
As the stars bear down to an illusion
Of that a lake of water is around us
In this Celtic Winter that is Emily
The brown hair glistened in the moonlit sky
As she danced a sonnet to a tune that was never forgot
The naive young maiden befallen before her time
Her love divided between loyalty to her faith and country
And to the person she really loved
Always dancing and treading a fine line
Of unconditional love, unready
To lead, To hold court, To sacrifice her beliefs
No worldly experience
Sheltered from the depths of black
The black that is always upon us
People made unaware
Culpepper stole her heart and sacrificed everything
Foolish decisions made and wisdom ignored
A mad world was upon them
Wisdom prevailed too late
Too late for Katherine her soul torn apart
Her heart ripped in two, two lovers dead
Real men don’t rape
They don’t come onto you when
When you don’t want them to
Real men don’t pester you for sex
Real men will respect their partner’s decision
Real men won’t abuse their partner’s trust
Real men won’t go behind their partner’s back
What do I mean by that?
Real men don’t have sex while the other person is asleep
Real men have the conviction
For doing the right thing
Whether their partner is male or female
Remember Real Men Don’t Rape
I ask Peanuts or Ringos?
What is the difference?
Is there a difference?
What can this be in the world of food?
Or am I merely talking rabbits?
The furry rabbit kind
Is everything black or white?
Or merely a shade of grey
Who is to judge
Saint Nicholas to believe or not
Every year the same question
Do adults believe in Saint Nicholas?
With a child’s faith or scrooge cynical belief
With every breath that the winter brings
There is hope, where there is darkness
There is light, this is the faith that keeps us
Keeps us true to our path and our destiny
Childhood dreams buried deep in our minds
Nightmares forgot about or overcome
Saint Nicholas excitement lost
Lost within our modern age
Beat the system, beat the world
How can this be?
I'm not a machine, I'm not a minority
Or am I?
This world is destructive yet I find
I find the raven comforting to my soul
Edgar Allan Poe is my hero
So is Monet
The rich are getting richer the poorer
The poorer as a virus is spreading
How can this be?
I work yet I am unfulfilled in my life
I find myself thinking of death
The younger generation are going blind
Blinded by war, famine and money
Everyone’s meant to be equal
But we're not
I look around and feel nothing
Just the cold biting at my soul
Hallowed Ground: The Angel of Life
As I stand here
On this hallowed Ground
Watching the four horseman
Arise before me, as I
I look across the killing fields
The killing fields of Pain
The killing fields of Hate
The killing fields of Suffering
The killing fields of Love
Do I choose the trodden path?
The trodden path of the sheep
To follow the sheep and be slaughtered
The self belief that the four horsemen despise
The path of the unknowing
The path that questions how far..
How far will I go..
Before I become what I despise
The four horsemen
I see a red rose bush before
As I see the cancer spreading
I realise you my love, the one
Who one I held dear has risen
And become the queen of the devil
I feel the hurt
The hatred turning the rose black
Black with Anger
Black without Love
Black with despair
How I see you how you once were
How I see you how I loved you
Unconditionally knowing you despised me
Knowing you would destroy the roses
Destroying what this hallow ground is about
I see your anger
Your tormented soul
Wanting more...
To sooth your pain
How could you wish
Wish the Apocalypse upon the hallow ground
Hallow Ground that is ours
You in your gothic clothing
Knowing you’re the Queen of the Devil
Commander in chief of the demons
And finally adviser to the apocalypse
But how can I forget the times
The times I saved your soul from the damned
To be cast aside in the war
Between the Horsemen, the Demons and the Angels
How I read you to deeply
Now I know you aren't worth saving
Now that you’re the queen of the devil
But I don't know why I want to walk
Walk the path of the hell trodden
With the Black Rose
Raped from the bosom of the bush
The black rose that is a Judas
A Janus a two faced god
A Judas standing in hellfire
Raising the four horsemen
To the killing fields
The killing fields of Hell, Heaven
A Judas that I feel for
But yet I want this war
To end..
To end in peace, end the suffering
The black rose, raped from the bosom
Dead without love..
To see the black rose turn red again
As I see the burnt out victims
The burnt crosses, the crosses that are burning
Burning in hatred, the angels screaming
Screaming in pain anguish in pits of lava
The Demons burning, rotting in their own stench
Their own stench of self-pity
The hatred of boiling blood
The storms of sheer anger
Despair in the rotting corpses
As I walk this path
Crossing the four killing fields
Carrying the Black rose
Raped from the killing fields of Death
Raped from the bosom of the bush
How you try to imitate me
How you try to be me
But all the time killing yourself
Knowing all the time you can never be me
As you have never walked my path
Felt my pain, my anguish, my soul
And knowing that you are not a god.
Yet you still raise the horsemen
That anguishes the pain
All for what, to see me
In my true light
The light that you want
The light that will end this war
Or to simply see the rose turn red.
Hallowed Ground: The Angel of Death
That is unknown to me
For it is said that in the hour
In the hour of need
That is to be
A saviour, a clandestine figure
Will appear to save us
Until the day, the night
That the sky will fall
Demons will rise
Angels will fall
A unholy battle will be fought
I dread to think that the four
The four horsemen of the apocalypse
As I stand here looking out
Over the meadow with spring flowers
Blooming and the swallows twittering
That an inevitability is upon us
And that this world will fall
Unto the land can be scorched no more
And that all the lives upon it
Are desolate and decrepit
Torn apart by disease, famine
And unilateral destruction
My Love will be torn apart
For the person who I truly feel
Will go to battle with the Angels
The Horsemen who I dread so much
The horses screaming an unholy mare
As I look upon the stars, the planets
Will I ever see them again upon this hallowed ground?
Or will this ground upon my feet
Be swallowed up and devoured?
That is to be unsure, this past is mine
The future can only be made not broken
A persons destiny is to thee alone
Nor an Angel can determine the fate
The fate of my love
Should I be forgiving?
As the battle draws nearer
Coming from Hell and Heaven
A drum march of a machine going to war
Can a lone stranger be all that it takes
To save me and my loved one from....
Uncertain destiny that beholds us?
As I stand here in a black gothic dress
With a gothic cross round my neck
My white unloving skin glistening
Glistening in the moonlight
Like a new morning dew
My cold green eyes piercing the darkness
With the moonlight shinning off the lengths
Of the hair like a mirror
All you remember is what my hair
Use to be before we were separated
On this hallowed ground
Before you became....
And I....
That is in the past
My future is with....
Your future is not yours to decide
But that of the four horsemen
You became my enemy
As you chose your side
And you became your enemy
As you chose your side
There are only two sides
Two sides that are polar opposites
Truth or Untruths
That is you decide and that
This holy war is unbecoming of you
Bring on the four horsemen on this hallow ground
That you call Hell
That my darling will bring war to your door
As I sit on my pillar of death
Watching Lucifer preside over the army
And I sit on mine that of that a liar
Will be precedent in Hell
As that is why we split
My Love, My Enemy
Of What I believe in
What you fight for
Is what I despise
The Hallowed out skin of a figure
Is that all this world sees and feels
To spur darkness upon this earth
Would be victory to the lonesome figure
To cast the four apocalypse horsemen
Death, Famine, Pestilence and War
Upon this hallowed ground
Would strike an eternal rift
Between Heaven and Hell
God versus the Devil
Demons versus the Angels
The human race?
What about the human race
We talk about creed, religion
All economics to the machine
The machine that is never sleeping
We talk about peace, harmony
Ultimately it’s Love
Love that is undying
Love that can never be conditional
Love that is drained by the four horsemen
Hope can inspire, lead to the dreamers
The Wakers, the unconventionality
Time....
The three rules of time...
Time can never be broken
Go back in time and risk destroying the universe
The continuum can never be broken
Death meets Death
The End? Universal collapse
Fred Junior meets Fred Junior
Say goodbye to the earth, the universe
Bring on the four horsemen
Upon this hallowed ground
Death, Famine, Pestilence and War
Gone with War
The Devil strikes chaos
God strikes back
And the heavens fall
The Angels striking down
The Demons striking up
In the Garden of Eden
That has become Hell
With a lone figure
Walking into the fire
No wings, No horns
Just a single black rose
A single black rose
Raped from the bosom of the bush
Before hellfire was struck upon it
Walking looking straight ahead
Following their own path
Between the lightning bolts
The fire flares
The thunder
The sound of impenetrable shockwaves
Crashing down upon the earth
Mass dust clouds
Creeping up and swirling
Screams of pain and anguish
Burnt crosses on human skeletons
Dusted in the red hue of mid-morning
Buildings crumbling in tidal waves of dust
No-one around all dead
The four horsemen standing on a hill
The blackest of stallions stands amongst
As the carrier of death, stands at the gates
The gates of humanity, hope
The gates rusted into the hinges
Falling off
The figure just walking and walking
Looking into the burnt out gates
The gates of.....
Of Heaven and Hell combined
Leading into War
And all it stands for
Lies, mistruths and Untruth
The figure walks
Still carrying the black rose
Raped from the bosom
Before hellfire stricken upon it
The Figure walks past the gates
Looking down at the rose
Only to see the hand bleed dust
One of the leaves crumbles and dies
Walking past the gates
Only screams of pain and torment
Are heard and felt
As the figure stands
The eyes close and steps across
The cavern of eternal damnation
And into Famine
Starving adults and children are strewn
Across the desert planes with pits of lava
Bubbling up and ejecting hot plumes of rock
Spilling onto the path and dissolving
The figure walks clutching the black rose
The figure looks to the side and sees
Sees the result of starvation
The thick smell of stench, degradation
As the skies turn black, a thunderbolt
Is seen striking the sky, creating a flash
And a thunderous roar as an angel is seen falling
Wings burning, screaming an eternal whine
As the angel plummets into a pit full of lava
The angel lurches up and in vain grabs
The earth but alas to no avail
As the angel seeps into the lava
The figure walks on unabated
By the sight of a fallen angel
Struck down by Famine
The Grey horse rears up and roars
Roars an unheavenly screech
That drops the figure to the knees
As the rose is grasp more tightly
Coughing and spewing the figure rises
Undaunted in the desolate ground
Rises with more spirit and purpose
Walking past the pits of lava
Looking down and seeing the living
Burn in eternal damnation of starvation
The figure stops and sees a crusted out shell
A shell of an angel that had fallen earlier
The figure weeps, the tears turning to blood
And then dust swept away by the ever blowing wind
And sees the Gate of Hell
Burning in eternal damnation of Lucifer
The entrance sealed by the eternal wall
The Wall of Heaven and Hell being in conflict
A shudder is felt as the earth opens up
As a thunderbolt is shot down from the sky
Flames rise as the crack gauges a valley
A valley of fire straight into the locked gates
As the ground shakes in reverberate anger
Anger at the Gods, Demons and Angels
Who have bought Death, Famine, Pestilence
And ultimately War upon this Hallowed ground
As the lonely figure clutches the robe
Tighter as the Black Rose becomes painful
Painful to hold, too precious to let go
Raped from the Bosom
Before the four horsemen were unleashed
Unleashed to cause pain and suffering
Before the Hellfire reigned down
And this ungodly plague spread
Among the species, the cells
The tribes and the Angels
The Demons sitting waiting
Waiting for the next wave
Of anguish, pain and suffering
But to no avail as they stand
In the shadows, Unholy
Looking upon as the lone shadow
Of a figure walks along
Grasping the Rose
Thunderclouds of dust
Disease and snakes
Running riot, spitting
Feeding off the few
The few rotting carcases
A raspberry fizzbang
The favourite taste of all time
Everything we did was awesome and good
It was fun and I wish it lasted a lifetime
I still remember the day
When it went from a Raspberry Firecracker to a Fizzbang
Woosh, wow, holy smoke; what a blast
I went red and high, while you went oohh
You’re an Ealing treasure, at the time you meant a planet
To me you’re Becky M; a super girl hero who
Who won’t stop saving lives
You’re the type of DVD that no one could stop watching
Watching forever and ever to infinity
To the end of time
No alterations needed to you
You’re fine as you are
Your name could be typed on the internet
Like a banner across space, like Star Wars
Confusion all around as no one knows
Your actions, like a road runner on steroids
You blossom like a Rose on a new morn
A million full stops with one start
Creating intrigue and wonder where you go
Still remember the day when I sang a song
That day was happy
Nothing could get me down
No one knows the future
As you’re unpredictable, always showing up
At the right time, in space and time
To undress and take people down under
You make things so beautiful
All sparkling white and glamorous
The diamonds, the breakfasts’
Making simple things glamorous
History in the making
Going down in cultural history
Retaining your elegance and demure
Attracting the superstar heroes of our time
Creating pieces of art and admiration
Of the sellers, the buyers and the hunters
The fashion conscious, the idol makers
The idol makers, the unique, the super rich
The artists wanting to retain a piece of history
All that is Tiffany’s
The Only Living Girl in North Acton
Goodbye, Au Revoir, to a unique society
Stop the racists, the fascists, the dictators
From destroying our society
Full of unique people and genders
From The Angels to the Emo kids
All are welcome and we say hello
Go spend your hypocrisy on yourself and
Not the society that we build
With the Good, the bad, the individuals
The Lesbians, The Transgendered, The Bisexuals
The unemployed, the employed, the call girls, Kensington, Knightsbridge
Scunthorpe, the travellers all are welcome to the society
Why spread hatred, greed, discrimination
In this unique society that is the world
Because we’re the Only Living Girl in North Acton
Stop the policies of discrimination; start with the parents, the leaders
Finish with the children, breed new acceptance
Make love not hatred, destroy the untruths
The lies about Lesbian, Gay Bisexual and Transgendered Community
Let’s welcome all and say goodbye to hatred, racism, discrimination
Say hello to the only living girl in North Acton
Go to the call girl you want, live your life
Make a difference, make an impact
Change your views for the good
Destroy racism, hatred, discrimination
Become the only living girl in North Acton
So Hello, Welcome to something small
So Hello, Welcome to something large
So Hello, Welcome to something universal
Make a difference; make an impact for the good
Welcome all to our unique society
Live your life
As the Only Living Girl in North Acton
Like to be popular
Feeding off all the attention
Making sure everyone knows who you are
Without knowing the dark side of the culture
Sitting at home wondering whether anyone is bothered
Suppose you die tomorrow?
Would anyone come to your funeral?
To see you there in your coffin
To speak fondly of you, to honour your memory
To show their respect for you
Or is your life a mere facade
Of losing faith of what you believe in
Sacrificing all what you stand for
For the sake of popularity
The admiration which will both come
And go like the wind
As fickle as people’s taste in fashion
All for one word Popularity
Is it worth it?
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Welcome to Binary
This is the new language
Welcome to Binary
Times are constricting
London is becoming the centre
The centre of attention
Looking shy and looked down upon
London is sitting there always
London welcomes anyone and anything
Merging cultures into one
Conservatives are breeding a divide
The richer getting richer and the poorer getting poorer
Creating a undertone of disenchanted youth
Olympics are coming; terrorist threat increasing
Cuts endanger the realm
Where do we stand on the battle lines?
The silent war ongoing, unceasing
Truces are called and destroyed
The civilian population not noticing
The kings, the queens, the pawns
Civil liberties threatened for safety
And stability, poor judgements are made
This is London, always changing
Always a silent battleground of civil liberties
London always accepting and opinions changing
Freedom of speech encouraged, buy anything
Sell anything, all cultures, welcome to London
London the destroyer of relationships
Get in too deep and be absorbed lose yourself
Get rejected, rebuild, the cycle rebuilds itself
Break the cycle, Break Free
Let no man or woman decide your fate
This is London and it is the centre of the Realm
Where the call girls rule, the underworld
Co-exists with the cultures
Need something weird, London has it
Like to explore your dark side, London caters for it
Need Erotica? London has it
Love London, Love yourself
Break free of everyday routine
Live life to the full
This is London
Welcome to the realm
Anne-Lese is a lonely woman
She lives in a council house
She signs on every Wednesday
Looking at the walls thinking
Thinking of the good times
When she was at University
She studied media studies
Hoping to become a director
All that stopped when the recession hit
Now she signs on looking at the children
The government forgot, while the rich profited
The children screaming next door
She watched as the mould grew bigger and bigger
The housing people, ignoring her plea; taking more money
Wasting money from the government; she thinks of the past times
The happy times; as she stares out of her window
No-one is born lonely, Anne-Lese knows this
Anne-Lese left her parents crying wanting her back
Back from University, Anne-Lese found the good life
Anne-Lese is now sitting in a council house
Looking at the walls, crying inside
As she sees the news, looking at the government
The government bleeding her hope dry
Anne-Lese is losing hope for herself
Looking in the mirror and seeing a shadow of herself
Anne-Lese living on Hope Street
Anne-Lese at the DWP sees a redhead boy
Anne-Lese has hope, she sees a future
Anne-Lese showing hope
Her parents wanting to bring her home
Anne-Lese refusing, doesn’t want to take a step back
To the old ways, Anne-Lese looking forward
Every day we look at Anne-Lese and think nothing
Casting opinions of Anne-Lese who we know nothing about
Living on our dreams, not knowing ourselves
London 2011 CS gas on hand
As the cops go marching in
Hostile forces taking over the capital
Running riot, youth voice not being heard
Government wondering where has it gone wrong
CS gas everywhere, this is the signal
The signal of decent into instability
The signal that the UK is hurting
Government cracking down
Not asking the right questions
Why did this happen?
Government asking how did this happen?
Youth voices not being heard
People taking vigilante steps
Roundheads, Cavaliers, Levellers
Will this be the beginning of a silent revolution?
Welcome to the UK, instability reigns supreme
Headlines screaming instability, UK is in trouble
Bail out ahead, broken dreams, smashed windows
CS on hand to squash the civil liberty
Heads not thinking clearly
Police inaction taking over
Vigilantism on the increase
This is the signal, this is the warning
Governments need to act, instability ahead
This is the signal, welcome to the UK
Headlines screaming economic downturn
The Roundheads, The Cavaliers, The Levellers
All starting to gather strength, political battlegrounds being drawn
Government not having the conviction
Tax the rich, give to the poor
Stop avoiding the solution
Start acting, tax the rich
Give to the poor, start listening
Prevent another fifth of November gathering strength
Nothing is impossible
In the human spirit
Whether you’re on a night out
Down the pub, looking for a job
Nothing is impossible, everything is possible
That’s hope
Russell Gulliver is a graduate of chemistry, with another publication called the Synthesis of Nitroferrocene available on Smashwords. While at Exeter University he was involved in a RAG charity slave auction, where he was bought for fifty pounds by his floor [A400, Birks Halls] and told to deliver break feast to one of the wardens in his boxer shorts and kicker shoes along with dressing as a woman for one day.
