Ragged blue cuts through midni MaskRagged blue cuts through midnight black,three lines styled after the beast within.Cold amber, jaded and hard,bright eyes that burnyour very soul.A shapelessmouth; wordless and silent.Neither salvation nor mercy,only the damning silencefor the condemned.The left eye; underscoredwith a single triangulated tear,defiantly white.“An eye for an eye, but I don’t need to see,who needs eyes motherfucker I can feelyou bleed!”Bleed.Silent damnation in that amber glass,No mercy will fall from these lips.Bleed.No expression for this mask,Say something!Bleed.
In a Moment of ClarityUnder the two way mirror below each layer of the faded paint of a coffin, lied the liar laying alone and undead. Laughing in amnesia's grasp at his own reflection upon seeing himself through crazed eyes.I know the story that is told for the doomed soul, and how short it is will remind you of condemnations meaning. A guinea pig by his own curiosity laid flat in useless soils, his was a cliche tale of woe and an ending without twists.A turn for the worst will come with the lights switched on and the glass broken, and his first steps will be into a world without law or regulation, yet a prison all the same where the guards are inmates and the Warden was once near flawless.A hooded figure had come sporting typical black for the cliche fool as told in countless fables, and delivered unto Hell an unrepentant sinner for whom God had wept just like the innumerable before him. The fool will weep from now on.Biographies for these characters are fables tattooed on the golden calf upon which t
Wake in VegasIf I could drink you from the sky tonightI would -drink the brown bourbon blacknesswith stars for ice -as the moonlit-salty neon lineseparates the landfrom the lonely battered void.I'll raise a glass to the sky tonightwhile the neon splits and the world crashes throughlike a broken necksee me praying you were here - through tumbleweed canyonsthrough all the static porno wavesthat crowd the space between us,and in swollen spite watch me clean my bony drunken theatreof all your hungry, truant atoms.(time)Fear ebbs - a sober starlight wakes mecold - inside paltry sobsI gather you like kindling from the ground - tossed polaroidsin the windstack you upon your pedestalwith you watching downthrough all this madnessthrough the bleached love/guilt curtainslike an angel.Watch me drink to you in the sky tonightwith me still caught in this thickening landlike a quantum boxed-in slave,like Schroder’s cat, like I might be alivebut I might be dea
The Space Between DreamsI walk between the landof gods and monsterssearching the spacebetween light and shadowfor a familiar face.Every angel wears theface of a demonbecause Good and Evilis all an illusion,we all dream our owndivinity.Prostrate before the tree of lifehere the Holy Grail waits,Odin's own drinking cup,this is where the seedof knowledge begins.The shaman knowsdeath and life are onlyshades fading in and outalong the spiral which theyfirst dreamed into existence,the place where all endingsand beginnings meet as one.
The Anarchist SermonI like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.- Emerson ~*~What fruit is left on Sunday morning?Days have past since the last ideato hear the pitch of life saw light.The children pawn their sinew offon unexamined vessels.We gather up our thirsty voicesand watch as they are driven offinto the moorings of our hovel.If I would teach them nothing more;“savor this, these delicate miles”until we sit along the pewsand stare into the quietus.
Come and Find MeYou don't have to be lostIn this dark worldFor I am one of the lampsShining the wayBack towards the LightGuiding you home
Retrograde LullabyeA slow fallback into the primordial oozehappiness and sadness are equally elusiveThe human condition does not allow onewithout the otherAfter a time, we cannot but helpturn tragedy into comfortand angst into homecomingfor nature does not decree thisonly we, as we heed the call of the oozeRestless are we who sense the slide of timeThought cannot save usEmotion betraysWe must embrace eternity in the briefest of momentsand ride scarecely coffined into the ooze
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