The Baron Von Marlon

a palette to paint, a match to strike

using little white lies to hide meteorites

pouring over simple, little dimple child

carbon-cardboard-cartoon can't contain it's delight

if i can't pray, it's my mistake, so pray for me.

that is when you become Macbeth, you lose your mind as i catch my breath

you shiver & shake like a light earthquake

a knotted stomach complicates the pleasure perfectly well

i was naturally a healthy boy. 

but little white lies conjugate to fake joy

deeming this an obsolete toy

this multiple catastrophe will be the death of me

if i can't walk or find my way i will count on you

Hello all,

Rob redesigned the whole site! Its faster, technically sounder and integrates all the various social things upon which we exist. Also, you can see upcoming gigs - not sure why we didn't have them on show in the first place... This also means we now have this blog, upon which I (TBVM) shall be posting thoughts, muses, ideas, poems and otherwise that may enter my head when I happen to be near a social network enabled device.