Untitled - written by Jaime Pitman

Mystics, wizards and white swans
ghostly mouths of the raw ramps
Just like a rebellious rip off
He danced in parks with tramps

Ladies of the dreamy kind
Sailors of the highway too
London boys boogie till dawn
to the thrills of metal guru

The sexy roar of thunderwing
ignites the light of love
As Kings of mountains and rambling spires
watch the magical moon above..

The beauty that's cosmic dancer
can almost make you cry
But the minx that's Desdemona
wants to lift her skirt and fly!!!!

A ban tried to remove her
but that fell on deaf ears
For the New York city - Groover
had support from all his peers..


*© Copy Write Jaime Pitman 2009

Glide through the mind – written by Steve ‘Ace’ Luff

Sliding and gliding
Through the facets of his mind
A prism of colour
Filled with love is what you find
I saw mystic places
Of this world would never show
Even of the reason why he want us all to know
Pathways head off
To words man’s never heard
Such as Salamanda Palaganda
To a layman must sound absurd
His ruins of tunes
Drove me to distraction
1,000 at one time
Just imagine my reaction
How the hell he just pick one
To leave the rest seems so mad
On hearing the unfinished symphonies
Just made me more than sad
‘Metal Guru’ he’s calling you
I heard the radio mutter
It’s only then that I awoke with regret
Maybe also with a shudder

* © Copywrite Stephen Luff 2009
**thanks to Gavin Ross for MB design

She’s An Eater of Cars written by Steve ‘Ace’ Luff’

She’s cold to the touch when her lights her off
But looks so neat & mean
Some call her fast, some call her crass others a chromed sex machine.
She has no limbs or eyes or ears
But for a petite little thing all made from casts
She takes on her world and roars like monsters
That appeared once in our past.
To own her is to love her
To cherish & caress
Without care she’ll deny you your soul
She loves you to straddle her
Back covered with leather
Ride like to hell hearts pumping together
Only glancing into your past
Through an image such as glass
Attached then two become one.
She’s an eater of cars
This woman of ours
Who only wants you to Rock’n’Roll…

*Dedicated to James Marshall Black
© Copywrite Stephen Luff 2009

My Leather Lipped Woman written by Stephen ‘Ace’ Luff

My leather lipped woman
With the elevator lips
With electric boogie
Swinging from both hips
She’s a galactic comet
Who’ll suck love from my waste
A bitch who sweats sugar
So pure to the taste.
Her face shouts Picasso
As she paints elegance and grace
Yet her mouth is full of vile anger and race
In the eyes you see lands no longer on Earth
With animals & stars riding forever since birth
An anaconda heart that bites so fatal
With a body so devious you just have to cradle
She my leather lipped woman
Nothing can change her
Not that I want to
She’s my little angel


*© Copywrite Stephen Luff 2009

The Depth From Within written by Stephen ‘Ace’ Luff

Man measures by height
Using but numbers
These I think of as I lay hear and lumber
To me thou these numbers
Are but just an illusion
As a depth of a man
Is not in the conclusion
I once knew of a man
Such small in statue
With Corkscrew hair
And limited numbers
29 he was given
Even less he would use
To write wonderful gifts
Hippy, glam, rock, punk and blues
He may of looked elf like
If you ever saw
But within beat a heart
As big as a Dinosaur
30 plus more has past since his taken
But his gifts to his children
Are as strong as their making
So don’t ever judge
By the height whom is near you
Cause within a Tyrant Lizard King
May come to devour you…


*© Copy Write Stephen Luff 2009

Electric love written by Steve ‘Ace’ Luff

Your cut from life so cruel so un-green
We hold you slung hip to make you scream
You’re a figure of gods
A maker of chords
The electric vamporator
Great solo creator
Neck so slender
A body to caress
Knowing how results are the best
You can sound so gentle
So innocent so sweet
Then rock the heavens
Dragging people to their feet
Your friends the strings, the amps
And the power
Act as one
In this electric axe extravaganza
You’re my electric love
I play and give it my all
You’re my gold topped guitar
You’re my Les Paul


*© Copy Write Stephen Luff 2009

Mystical Girl with Dragon Hair written by Steve ‘Ace’ Luff

A motivating Dworn traveled up through your soul
Like an aging priestess who drank too much song.
The Electric witch I saw within your eyes drove like a car to my heart.
An adjacent kid warned me of your Grecian kiss that masquerade through time like an eagle on the wind.
You dangled your freedom when your offered me your bed
Like baby strange with winds of passion but lame in the shadow it was under.
Like a changeless madman with lizard boots on I came upon you in a mist of thunder where everyone knew our names.
The whirlpool in your hair like red clouds upon the dragon flew in a perfumed breeze
till we came outside your velvet door.
I felt for your universe face that smiled with autumn diamonds of cosmic proportions that kept my eyes & mind away from your token loved legs
Your walk was like a Thunderwing on a glide to the vamporater’s home upon the hill of the June’s Buffalo.
It was here we danced the skunk of freedom
I brought a jeep cheap and took you home….

© Stephen Luff 2009

Boomerang Babe written by Steve ‘Ace’ Luff

Sulphur dust Priestess
Surfer of the South
Dropped chopped chromed hog
Vaporized my mouth
Cosmic asteroid
Trailing from her hair
Side glanced winked me
Stripped my senses bare
Lizard tongued verbalized
Mystic of the words
Put her life to story
Gave us songs we’ve never heard
Get it on, sang the song
Boomerang’s the babe
Angel child kid of Rarn
The one we got to save
The mystic left us
His words still very strong
Shall we not forget
Keep listening to the song


* © Copywrite Stephen Luff 2009

Bolanistic Morn written by Steve ‘Ace’ Luff

Bolanistic Morn
T’was at dawn
Riding high above
An aforementioned white swan
It was not I who the swan was a carrier
But an elf like wizard the electric warrior
No sounds from this swan did I hear cry
But a Stratocaster scream
And bright dawn colours in the sky
His smile became sun
His hair the clouds
Music filled the air
And possessed the crowds

* © Copywrite Stephen Luff 2009

Painter of Magic written by Steve ‘Ace’ Luff

A wizard adorn of the black mystic hat
Was not of magical myth
He was a wizard of words
With a slung boogie on his hip
Like a psychedelic mailman
Delivering paintings of magic
To all of the angel blue’s on Venus Loon.
The Galaxies denied him dance
As his maiden was a sister of cars who prefer Jupiter and Mars.
He beheld only one eastern spell ‘twas the magic of Bolie
To all a yonder it turned men into silver stud fenders
And females into priestess’s of the stain glassed look.
Hearts would be broken forever and one day
And all became children of the spell of the Bolie
Was what they were under.
But ravished runes of tunes unzipped the poetry
And freed those and behold they became groovers over of the spell of Bolie
Strange of this tale is not one offered to leave
But stay under a house that could hold them all
So till this day forever and some more
You hear Bolanistic stereophonic sounds
Coming from the mound
That appears to be all and round
A place once lovingly Rarn.

*inspired by Elliot.rex
**©Copywrite Stephen Luff 2009

A Cinderella Bolan Adventure written by Steve 'Ace' Luff

On the night of the Beltane Walk you zip gunned that boogie like a planet Queen with swans in your hair on a cosmic dance around the babe shadows of your soul


You were dancing in the midnight filled with hot love that was too much for a shy boy


The crimson moon shone down on those children of the revolution who with dwarfish awe gazed at Palamino Blue like she was all untrue.


While I sat in sunken rags near hippy gumbo not all alone as I was the wizard with my hat & my cat black & he’s friend baby boomerang I felt like Billy super duper carrying my interstellar soul like a jeepster with a sabre toothed grin.


We flew in our pale mustang ford on the jitterbug love road to Rarn.


But hey! crazy child when I arrived at Beltane Walk there was you, my free angel, my dove, my jewel & we danced in the ballroom of mars till our highway knees were covered in jasmine 49


Lady lazar love told us we were born to boogie I felt so good as I loved to boogie I could celebrate summer till beyond the rising sun & you gazed like a dreamy lady under an eastern spell covered in chariots of silk.


Charlie & Debora came & played their chrome sitars & we sang the broken hearted blues, you smiled & I felt like a foxy boy totally love drunk wanting mellow love & wanting to get it on like a prince of players.


Just then a casual agent arrived on a unicorn warning of the coming of the magical moon past the mystic midnight.


I remember we stood their as Dandy took off to his underworld and dawn came with a storm and there upon high was a mambo sun...