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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,
Organic Produce OnlyGod planted a garden because He
still likes those, and having
fresh tomatoes for spaghetti.
bursting with lightat heart we are all flood-worshippers,
a fetishization of water
carrying some stray seed.
i am an ambassador
a sunbeam unable to disturb
the arrythmic breathing of your hypnopompic nightmare
a slave to what neither i nor any of you
will ever describe.
open the gates
the sun will melt
the moment you understand.
(and i'll shed my body
into a cloudy flock of rays
on this faraway hilltop)
(you can't see me)
i am but less than one percent
of the sky solution
drink it all
Poeme du jour / Daily poemLa lune regarde envieuse
les fleurs mouillées
sur ta tombe
Envious, the moon looks
at the wet flowers on
FreedomYou're sitting in a cage
In the dark
on your own.
You don't know what to do
All you know is
That you can't survive
Sitting in a cage,
Locked in the dark,
What would you do?
Without any hope
What would we do?
Sitting in a cage
In the dark?
Stretch out your arms,
Stretch out your wings,
And fly away!
Live once again,
Spread the love,
In this world
Where all of this
Ist so much needed!
Savour the freedom,
Because these are
The most important things you have.
And let nobody take them away
MaatLet me drink from the
well of Maat
to seek the clarity I need,
through her wisdom,
she is purity of truth,
may she speak
to bring enlightenment,
her touch is feather light
but carries a burden to bare
and I must answer her calling
to step cleansed, and naked
from the world
and wear the shroud
to know I have sworn
to her my oath
and to her I must be true,
she is far-seeing
and guides me.
DanceLife’s a stage my dear,
the finest drama a soul can know,
so come along and dance with me!
Dance a dance,
so sweet and sombre,
dance a dance,
yes, wild and frenzied,
my love, my sweet, oh Liebling mine.
The greatest show on Earth
is a voyeur’s paradise,
we show the slides inside your mind,
and probe the hall for another take.
So when all is said and done
we clap and sing
and call encore.
Life and death
these sides of the simmering coin,
have no rim to split them.
Life and death are all the same,
for life is in the dieing,
and love is in the letting.
So come away and dance with me,
dance my Dear, a blessed dance,
a dance to last all ages,
dance a dance,
so sweet a dance,
and beg for another round.
When we die we live again,
and when we choke we breathe as one,
so dance a dance,
my Liebling mine,
and dance until the show is done.
ShoreleaveI have stood along the shores of a lonely sea
where the pregnant waves cast their votes to me.
The Siren calls from a foreign stone
to a lonely wanderer with no home.
She strums her harp to a lonely tune,
ever keen to lure new suitors to their early doom.
I feel her call and seek to obey,
but her distant shore gives no way.
Solemnly I comb the beach seeking the pieces I need,
through pieces of flotsam and filth – gift of worldly greed.
I build myself a ship from the rubble
all to escape this hell of trouble.
Day and day it has all been the same
for such and so long that I have forgotten my name.
Harrowed I build my broken vessel
and with Njord’s nine mothers wrestle.
For all my toil and trial I set my rudderless ship
and release myself to the wide ocean’s grip.
With a widening grin I grip my hollow oar;
landsman, bondsman, slave no more!
Wide, so wide to swallow the Sun,
I laugh and sing, Odin’s only one.
Wanderlust sings a song,
wistful tune I’ve heard al
quid est ego?I am Love,
I am Pain,
Treachery and Fealty.
I am the echo in the Night,
and I the song that gives Morning light.
When I speak the Earth regales,
and when I sleep your fire fails.
I am Past,
and I am now,
all your morrows will be mine.
When you sleep you dream of me,
and in so waking speak my name.
I am breath,
I am stone,
and once more but never known.
I am Truth
I am lies,
what I speak you won’t deny.
Who am I?
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