Drawing from experience playing in dirty punk band around Sydney, DIY travels across Europe and Asia (including living in a homeless shelter and squatting in a derelict office building), adventures into the Himalayan mountains and the Sahara Desert, and ongoing escapades; N.Blood is arranging and rearranging words for your pleasure.
N.Blood is Poet, Flash Fictionist, Neo-journalist and a twisted form of modern essayist.
Seeds of the soul
Into poisonous vines
and eat much more than simply flesh.
Let them have and kill,
those vines wild
Let them outgrown
Let them be glory
These Vines Are Dreams forever
I consume death itself
Bitter colours of lurid hope
Breathtaking despair and your beauty
Desperate and aimless behind closed eyes
across my face
Your lips are in my ears
Scratching passionate opaqueness before sunrise.
Suited with black pinstripe Hugo or Cardin
From Bali or Bangkok.
They can smell
it gets them hard