The Incomplete Cacophony



The Separation Circle






The Incomplete Cacophony

Whither Now?


No Windows

Where Brick Fields Lay

Waiata Poi

Yesterday's News

Shall Run Again


Must Be The Seat

Nocturnal Howls Surface

A Tale Of Nearly

An Airport, A Harbour
and the Wandering Journeyman
on the Other Side of the Horse

Space Travel Backwards

Towards India Gate

Steps Small

Behind the Noise

No Windows
Words & music by Ed Hooke, November 2010
  Ed Hooke 2010








Tie me up and hold me down.
Grip my body.  Rip my gown.
Helpless to resist your power
I wait for you to pluck your flower.

My body begs to feel your hand.
My master's wish is my command.
Punish me as I deserve
- the highest function I can serve.

No windows within these walls.
Nobody to hear my calls.
By your will my will is bound.
This love is the best love I've ever found.

You expose me to the crowd.
Hurl abuse.  My head is bowed.
Make me wear the shortest skirt.
Humiliate me.  I am dirt.

I am your slave. I am your toy,
a captive maid at your employ.
Beneath your gaze I am undressed,
my naked soul by you possessed.



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