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Ragged blue cuts through midni Mask
Ragged blue cuts through midnight black,
three lines styled after the beast within.
Cold amber, jaded and hard,
bright eyes that burn
your very soul.
mouth; wordless and silent.
Neither salvation nor mercy,
only the damning silence
for the condemned.
The left eye; underscored
with a single triangulated tear,
“An eye for an eye, but I don’t need to see,
who needs eyes motherfucker I can feel
Silent damnation in that amber glass,
No mercy will fall from these lips.
No expression for this mask,
breathe that soul straight down my throatyou are my full-lipped muse
and half-lidded siren
humming a broken chorus
breathing to a metronome
sighing in crescendo
an evangelizer of acoustics
the ministry of instrumentals
I've been baptized
in your anarchist hymns
you've made me a believer
of vinyl and a religion without god
The EndAll gone, all gone.
No sorrow anymore, no more wandering.
All lost, all gone.
No hunger, no fear, no worry.
All saved and won.
VoicesWalking as a child on desolate wild ways
a voice would often call
“Come to me child, come to me.”
It was not to be heard, it was in my mind
wafting like waves on a shore
ebbing soft then strong
“I know you. I know you!” I would cry!
Now that I am grown
that voice has become a chorus
they beckon to me always
cross vast distances they call
“Come to us child, come to us!”
“Let us share with you our pain!”
“Let us know that we are not alone!”
“Please help us find our way!”
V. L. Croasdell 1992
at the endisthmus tossed over the edge
wipes the bull's back
in the odourless sun
the tiger could rest
could perhaps be crossed
the temple is marble,
white and final
the boy stands up
Hark! You Linger StillNot the wind, the rain, nor the driven snow
would ever, could ever, should ever know
Just how deep your roots go
Spread through the soil like so many fingers
Deep in the earth a part of you lingers
After the flesh has gone and you've been stripped of leaves
Deep deep down a part of me grieves
But rejoice! There you still live, even after your trunk gives.
Waiting to grow and spring forth anew!
Even though this won't be the same you.
Hark! The sun and the earth they do know
How far you've fallen, just to regrow.
Memories of Days of Peace to ComeMemories of Days of Peace to Come
Midnight, silence echoes through the void;
A sight once seen, the earth ever recalls.
In wordless wait, time comes to an end;
A tale of anguish, by curse and decay,
To be cleansed by the coming of a King.
Heat goes away as all things perish;
Universe being poured out unto death,
Longing for the hour of redemption,
Whence the high price of man's sin is paid,
Foretold since the old days of the fall.
Mountains weep with great tears from the heights;
Magma blood erupts through earthbound pores;
Pressure tightens the core in the deep.
Humble, the moon comforts grounded cries;
Thrice the quakes submit to divine will.
All of nature stands tortured and shamed
By the bloody hands of foul mankind;
Murderous, desecrating the holy.
The deep growl of God's wrath reverberates
Like judgement on atoning innocence.
Starlight pierces the black of the night;
Words of white tell their ancient witness.
The firmament bleeds its precious glow;
Holy brilliance she
Chakrathe Tree of Life is in your hands
the winding of your veins
up and down and through your arms
it ends up in your heart
pulsing Blood is your own story
a tale that’s told in cells
shrinking down in four dimensions
hidden by old Mimir’s holt
on and on into obscurity
hidden by the Veil of Maja
you are a piece of eternity
your final end is God
izvor sufletescvom devenii cândva mai mult
decât suma născocirilor noastre
egali cu spiritele cosmice
prin pură imaginație
din spațiu și timp
ajungând mai mult decât oarba mare?
sau ne dedicăm întreagă energie vitală
și hrănim marele colector:
vortexul proiecției psihice
cărui portal zeiesc
ne curăță individual
pietruind-ne fără nici o îndoială
drumul către stele
să nu aflăm nicicând mersul drept
voi eșua eu oare mental
să redirecționez curenții făr de glas -
oare acest stomac nesățios
va coopta pentru totdeauna?
vom fi mai mult cândva decât trepte ultrascurte
planuri de construcție-n colapsuri universale
de reînnoire informativă?
Copernic, Galileo și Leonardo
singuri într-o lu
Seeking The SkiesIntricately made is the spirit of man.
Desiring mountains, but walking in valleys
Yearning for the heavens, tho' confined to earth
Take heart, O man,
For your mountains will one day be plains
And your heavens return to you
For God will flatten the great heights
And descend from his starly abode
And to his earth be reconciled
Fear not then, my soul, the journey.
Intricately made, then, is the spirit of man.
For he desires heaven as God desires earth.
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