XXVII

XXVII

Friday, January 31, 2014

Lighthouse in a Storm

Love flows through a stream that intercepts with hate.
I rest all my belongings cloth in robs
On a plan white sheet near the riverside
Waiting for the evening to turn a certain shades blue
I dream of the last spring rain and the way you held you umbrella
Leaving my heart frozen to the core with a soul that could light
The lighthouse in a storm...

Love a life more than life itself.
Lose a love more that death could disrepair

Love a life

Thursday, January 23, 2014

The Heart Among Stangers

Maybe what I've waited for my entire life
Will be through the otherside of this dismal path... 
Until now every apple tree has grown sour, 
Rotten to the core... 
And yet I know somewhere not far from my deep eyes 
Is your lovely expression
 Pouring passionate tears into the the same river we dream of... 
The same same river we drown in... 
And soon we will share this confusing world in one reality... 
Time wouldn't matter so much... 
Nor will the pain.
(Maybe just the relevance- of an old life holding on for dear life 
For anything that will keep us grounded.)
 Just open up my eyes....and allow me to see... 
Feel safe in your harms... To your kisses 
And embracing you whole.

Together as ghosts.

Monday, January 20, 2014

True Actions

Monuments a blaze
In the churchyard of my mind
I am brought here once or twice every season
To see how much has changed
The snow melting
The flowers in full bloom,
The flowers weathered away by gray colours
The autumn foliage and back too a frozen storm.
To see if there's a plot empty for me in the ground
Take a step away... ignore the true actions
Feeling will overcome.

(((The drugs instant release)))

This is fast acting
But there is no easy escape. 
There is no cure but time and time again.
Which we never know when we're out of...
I would like to return this book you gave me
But it seems at though the words are all blurred out
So take it seriously
When I say
I simply write to numb the pain;

Saturday, January 18, 2014

winter sunrise

Something or someone, powers unknown...
Needs to give me the strength to see this thing through.

I know your coming, 
I'm on the trail for wings in the winter skyline...
Love in hindsight
And after we watch the blue silver moon
Collide with my windowpane, we are stolen
By the light that something could tear me to pieces 
If the words weren't properly felt...
Tear me to pieces when your eyes smile and all the pain in me resides 
And the fear is left for me to cure if i live to see it through
 Just open the door to my room 
And close us in... we'll know then what we have to share.... 

On the trail for wings in the winter sunrise...
Love in highlight.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Crimson as One

I can't wait until you arrive...
All the days feel the same
My soul screams for rebirth
To hug my mother and father 
And make all this pain go away
To close my eyes 
And allow the pills to make me sleep...

Please
No nightmares on this night.

My emotions are heavy in the clouds
Blue and purple turn to shades of gray
Red and I are crimson as one... 

Breathe in the last of a cigarette, 
Breathe in the last of anxiety
To let it out, pour your heart 
Love to grace... 
Memories of the dreams 
Still speak your name... 

A thousand miles of emptiness  
Fill the space between. 


Monday, January 13, 2014

Short of Lifetime.

You've made all the picture captions 
Seen all the motion pictures from 1939
Snowfall of 14 comes down hard and cold
But the brave have the gloves on 
And cigarette hanging from their month 

If you've like to send me a postcard , 
My address is 134,
Some old new paper article 
Recalls me as child
Flying kites on a spring afternoon  

See me smiling, see me crying all on the same day
Feel something inspiring and write something that makes you feel this way
Addiction is your enemy now, find the will to react with ease 
Avoid the freak outs and the anxiety attacks 
There is no reality here calm and peaceful 
But I will give you my best;

Safe and beautiful you are 
Miles away from heaven
We witness miracles everyday
And the life in your eyes 
Is worth everything...

Even short of a lifetime. 

Count your blessings. 

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Sunday to Sunday

So they've all brought you to tears this way
I look through the open window for fear missing 
But it seeps through the window frame 
Like teary eyes adjusting to the moments past  
I'm on the outside looking in 
And the fear is Sunday
 From Sunday to Sunday... 

I kiss your lips, the body reacts 
Given all pain to heal and mend
Before, before... 
Arrive on time, in the right place
The message isn't received 
Your poems go unheard 
Wasted youth by the sound of trains. 
The panic is that you believe
Such a daemon exists...

Such a cruel world is captured and given as a gift...
Don't fail me now.
 From Sunday to Sunday... 

Try to explain the core to the heart again
Without a core your tree is just roots in the ground 
Hanging on to one until the last one breaks 
Maybe new ones form before the fall 
But you still feel alive and see the earths beauty
All while you feel you body deteriorating
Some heaven in your body and soul
Drips the blood from your veins down into the holy water 
Like the invitation of cancer cells... 
It will change me...
It has changed me...

But I was already sick enough. 

Given all pain to heal and mend
Before, before... 
Arrive on time, in the right place
The message isn't received 
Your poems go unheard 
Wasted youth by the sound of trains. 
The panic is that you believe
Such a daemon exists...

 

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Stubborn Shyness


Leave my letters by the old gravestone...
Something for the ghosts to open half way... 
I feel at ease now that the talking is over 
And the lecture, the prayers from God's all heartfelt and spoken...
I realize the true path in which brought us to our faith... 
Can never entice the memories which remain. 
The true feelings of love without a fight... 
Being strong my not be strong enough 
Being weak may account for furthermore... 
((Guidance into the unknown world))

We're not able to even grasp but still we cling too....
Anything that separates the thought... 
Was it love or death? Or possibly stubborn, shyness....
I'll let you take my hand and walk me through the cold 
Just as long as you open the gates... 
And set me free from these burdens. 
One by one... 
And only then... 
Will the memories decide for me. 

Was it love or death? or possibly... stubborn shyness.

Something for the ghosts to open half way... 

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Sown White

Is it better to give up dreaming
Than to not dream at all...?
I fill up the atmosphere with my clouds of smoke,
 Like a old Christmas carol... With all the sentiments gone...
In my cloak of mysticism 
The eyes I see of beauty and love
Have dimmed the final rays...
Hair use to match the irises
Sown to white... now at deep blue seas
We feel the drugs sore through our veins.... 
Like a sale-boat in thunderstorm... 
Its hard to determine the direction or which piece of you will break. 
In my silence closely to death I whisper something even I cant hear... 
And in that bountiful moment the waves wash over the boat 
And the rest of the pain sinks...

 It is better not to dream at all...

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Terminal

So you wait forever on this news...
The heart still refuses to tangle others in the mess of your ruins 
We're born, we're tethered and among each of us, love remains.
The good, the bad, the holy, the evil, fight for my strength.  
At this point in my life... 
I've reached another brick road
Another barrier, another burden,
Can't you just... serve my soul 
To the ground.... 

The trees are lonely now, in my childish backyard 
No swaying in the moonlight the norther lights, 
The lava lamps and candles burnings...
My dust remains there... I AM CERTAIN
My family, a home away from home; my terminal bed; 
Bitterness, how I deserve this?
Confusion, of the meaning of life.
So many children born since I've arrived here...
So many suffered it's to hard equal the balance... 

The same things that haunted me before
Hunt me even greater now... 
Just trying to find some temporary peace
To void off the sounds of the beeping machines...

If loving to much, if everything I feel is too strong 
I never wanted to lose, but I'm a graceful winner...
When I know the resolve... 

And God if this if your plan for me...

I will go as you follow... 

i won't argue anymore. 

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Immensity

The quicker we come to the realization 
That the most important thing about healing
Is self-control... 
That we can only heal inside 
With no time frame, thoughts of the foreseen future.  
I'll be awake most of the night
So you can squander your days 
Beaming in the back-light of the sun 
Now cold on the outside 
Through the terminal horizon 
I will need you're prayers more now... 
If not from heaven
But from some place you felt most inspired,  
Carry it through, more weight for the weakened heart
Carry it on your shoulders... the burden immensity  
Just to clarify what has long sense past 
But still haunts you everyday 
Through and through 
The quicker we come to the realization 
That the most important thing about healing
Is self-control... 

Symptomatic

You're symptomatic
Your mind is lost, so far gone
Drawn to conclusions....
Why have you forgotten the old days? 
Not long ago... Before we ever met. 
And before the illnesses...
Somehow i see my child 
Wearing a raincoat in early spring..
Just like with our mother,
The heartbeat; one in the same..
Before the illnesses
Somehow I lost my child...
Looking for answers
In the unknown world.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

2.1

This may not end well...
We had to start somewhere
A new beginning failed.  
And for the life of me... I can't find my peace without you. 
One way back on the road to Judgment street
There's only one opinion that counts...
An accomplishment that can really give life new meaning...
But how does it feel once your spirit is damaged...
No inspiration that can fly on one wing.  
How does it feel to know the future uncertain?
I'd pray to God or some holy sentiment 
Just to allow the time to heal... 
But time is never what is needs...

Raven birds pick away at the bones of nothing... 
My dreams only nightmares... 
Her eyes just as beautiful as I remember 
But what difference does it make 
If I never look into them? 
Maybe if I were to die first before the end... 

We had to start somewhere
A new beginning failed. 

Friday, December 13, 2013

Will My Shadow Walk the Same?

So much is wrong...
Tomorrow won't recover.
Uncover the small differences...
By making the most of what's to come...
How can i make my shadow walk the same
Footsteps... 
How can I regain control over you
My helpless daemon...
Tremors are always here
By you
From some strange insignificant feeling 
I am living in the hell you created 
Because something is always missing 
By you... 

Forgive me.
So much is wrong. 

What if there was a some small difference 
In the way we see the world 
Like a third eye... 
Would we still be blind to all that is wrong?
All the destruction.. 
Or is the suffering needed? 
Sadness beautiful... 
The sound of music chorus through the veins 
I open my heart to you now...
If it's not to late...
It might as well be... for the rest of me. 

Spark a little flame... 

Living in the hell you created 
Because something is always missing 
By you... 

By you... 

Forgive me.
So much is wrong. 

...

The winter doors are open
Some sort of strange red glow to the sky
Reflects the earth violence's
On the frozen Erie canal... 

What happen to you my patients 
Will the wind ever feel the earth on me again? 
Will the God ever decide for you again, no
You're on your own on this one... 
So start to believe in something 
Forget the negative.  

Forget it....

How can I make my shadow walk the same
Footsteps... 
How can I regain control over you
My helpless daemon...?
Tremors are always here
By you
From some strange insignificant feeling 
I am living in the hell you created 
Because something is always missing 

By you... 

By you... 

Forgive me.



The Twelfth

You are identified...
You are seen but not heard
You've put your heart out there
Briefly to feel some kind of love,
Whenever life becomes to real
You start to plan your escape
Now there's no exit... So what will it take? 

Whenever the burden is to heavy
You feel the need to give up...
Whenever the heart is too empty
You feel the need to fill it with words...

If love won't stop me
If God won't give me a sign
If love and compassion are not united
Will the poets words leave him blank forevermore...?

What good are idea's soaked in blood? 
Recalling every heartbreaking month leading to the twelfth... 

The twelfth is here forever after... 
The one scar before my identity no one knows...
Not a soul... 

You are seen but not heard.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Distance Bell

I think there's more to this memory
Now ghost on the waters reflection
I saw her eyes for the very first time... 
And how her nerves comforted me to not be nervous myself...
A quiet rain stormed June as if the earth fell silent nature... 
Wind blew beneath the sleeping willows 
And ancient chimes rang the distant bell 
Of tomorrow 
Just as the night grew further than the horizon fades... 
Into the other soul, other light... 
Memories of what might have been, would be.
To continue... to remain... 
I think there's more to this mystery 
Now ghost on the waters reflection... 

Monument Sculpture of Christ
With eyes wide open, eyes wide shut 

Eternal peace.  

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Gratitude

I'll never be able to thank you enough
A certain sentiment...
You are beyond anyone in spirit 
That eyes can't truly see
But you learn a lot more about someone
 When its your inner most thoughts
Shared between...
Light means a lot of things...
Its the reason we see 
The answer to whether there's life after death, 
Is beyond anything we can dream. 
And if you stare direly into the sun 
Blinded by the world whether its sacred or not... ?
Light fills you eternally as my gratitude for you 

Never dies... 

Monday, December 9, 2013

Agreement

Are we in agreement with life...?
Footsteps towards the gate surrounding cast shadows against the snow...
Somehow reality seems black and white... 
The summers long over but the hymns haven't changed... 
I never see this place when its all filled with people
I've never had the proper inspiration to light the fire of a soul... 
Of a love that wont die. 
If you'd do anything for me...
 You'd trust your instincts and follow your heart this time... 
Make no rule about it... 
Just wake up with life in your eyes... 
Wake beside you.

I'd die for the agreement of life.

Detox

Look beyond the railway; 14 years.. 
Were you that sleepy girl
On the way back home from Holiday...?
Through the chemical detox 
We were all put to sleep. .
Looking beyond the railway; 14 years.. 

The other side of the world 
Has the sun
And I am left sober 
Because the second pill does nothing, 
Anymore... 

Anymore. 


Sunday, December 8, 2013

Raven's Place

I've waiting years to write this poem
I knew the words just never the light to convey them...
Against your shadow in the amber sun 
The fear is passing near the dreaming tree...
The same ark unannounced the echo fades...
On Bloodhill, the Ravens place.

I've waited years... take me back...
I've waited beyond my time, 
As our time is nearly nothing.
I've waiting years... take me back... 
I've waited beyond my time! 

You know this poem by heart now.
But will you speak it out loud to me?  

The fear is passing near the dreaming tree...
The same ark unannounced the Daemon fades...
On Bloodhill, the Ravens place.

I've waited years... take me back...
I've waited beyond my time, 
As our time is nearly nothing.
I've waiting years... take me back... 
I've waited beyond my time! 

Room Full of Mirrors

There's a point in your past that frightens you...
Now... as you dream in a room full of mirrors
What will tomorrow offer 
If it offers nothing at all? 
Will you still walk to the church on Sunday 
Like you use to do before the snow arrived?

And there's was a pause in the wind 
For thinking...
A pause in the tears for the clouds to gather
Nothing more than crutch in the rain...
A tremor in your hands 
You know the burden is...
Surrounding the air around you...
You know the hearts would die for...
Just an sign or relief to cure you ...

To cover your impulses... one by one. 

Maybe the soil, frozen cold. 

There's a point in your past that frightens you...
Now... as you dream in a room full of mirrors

Friday, December 6, 2013

Upside Down

When will the circle come around?
The world upside down.. 
It doesn't appear that snowflakes are falling 
But if you look really closely 
Into the headlights
You'll want to glide right into them... 

The sky is pale 
On nights along the sea...
Following my vision
Into the ashen paintings...
The hurt is strong 
The mind unstable... 
The heart crushed among 
What's left of the autumn leaves...
Don't tell me it's morning
Don't return to London. 
Once the fog takes me away... 

It so strange...

Being alone in a room that is full. 
All these people with places to go
All these places with people...
And I spend my time alone... 
(No one really knows...)
What will it take for them to learn 
That I can't fight this without dying first. 

It's so maddening... 

By the time I last walked my neighborhood streets... 
It was early... with the sun blinding rays...
I never imagined that love would push so far
Sink so deep... 
That there would be no one else to talk to
Even just casually... the act of love would be dangerous. 

But it's everything I feel... 

The rarity of life...
The human heart of an artist 
That can make no sacrifice
Chooses his will...  

When will the circle come around?
The world upside down.. 
It doesn't appear that snowflakes are falling...

But they are.

Joshua

This ones for you
For the funeral in time...
Hold me close, sky
Wind, I'm still wide awake
Tormented beyond the eyes
Joshua your footsteps disappear

My god, my love 
Is there more time for us... To feel
To heal or be broken. Shattered
A hundred million ways..
Tell me there's another way, I need to know 
My god, my love
So absent, so abandoned...
The ocean is a world full of tears
This ones for you...
For the funeral in time

We cry.

I'm still wide awake.

Only Sunday

I sense you needed a break from me
As I needed a break from myself 
As well...
The world keeps spinning...
And in my palms a candle holder 
That sits a top the glob 
Only sees one nation
The world as part of a universe... 
One space in which I am rooted to the ground.

The pain removes me... 
Sets my wings to flight again  
Only memories of Sunday 
Come to life in the rosemary sky 
Only memories of Sunday
Vanish in that same air
As sunlight fades

Only Sunday

Have you not forgotten 
What you made this planet for...?

Or will you not tell me...
No poet 
To the sun of God. 

I am (Thinking, 
Loving, 
Dying 
To Much 
Pain.)
I am (Smoking
Drinking
Numbing 
To much
Pain.

I am 

I am. 

No poet 
To the sun of God. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Spiritual Guide


Being haunted - 

It must be a natural process 
That its manifestation or its degrees...
Especially when we fight up the emotions inside 
Or we try to understand ourselves
In such manner that we'd like to ''embrace'' the moment in time 

Come down from this...
High
Come down from these
Great heights 
From the core bottom
We reach 
To find something... 

Meaningful... spiritual

The river runs of silent tears
(((Outside)))
The burden's ghost... 
Join hands together 
In a circle... 
Walk the dying path
Back into the sun

To be blind the heart. 
To be blind to the world... 

Consult'' your little piece of heaven

Meanwhile I'm simply a visionary 

Of what will be 

Come down from this...


In light of Sullen

I see fear running
Bold movements under concrete 
Have you lost your eyes too see at night?
Waiting in the wind and rain for a promise
Maybe just a woman who isn't there...

Waiting in the wind and rain
Are we followed by a sense of death 
Or is mourning something we all repress?
In light of sullen the air is removed within  

Some footsteps behind me follow
Never walking in my shadow
Some eyes behind me wander 
Never looking straight within 

The four bar white walls 
Beyond the curtains 
The world under sinks... 

Lively with ciaos and fear  
How does one become it
Without becoming downright evil? 

Lively with ciaos and fear  
How does one survive it
Without ending one's reality? 

Lively with ciaos and fear  
Be known to me
The ideas that haven't slipped away... 

I see fear running
Waiting in the wind and rain
I see fear running
Waiting in the wind and rain

(((She isn't there.)))

Monday, December 2, 2013

Remain Still

In my heartbeat the purple skies ablaze  
Beyond the ocean... some footsteps
Remain still...
Body-less on the earth's canvas 
Something you may have seen
Created the endeavour... 
Now a mystery to us both...
Come together  
Signify my love with memories 
Remain still
Because the world is just as cold as you left it.  
Nothing less of my future exists 
It is no longer trial and error 
The rain can fall but you won't see me break down

The break down is lost.


In my heartbeat the purple skies ablaze 

Body-less on the earth's canvas 

Now a mystery to us both...

Nothing less of my future exists 

The break down is lost.

...
Remain still


Saturday, November 30, 2013

The Harmony Arose

The water feels warm beneath the ocean’s sand...
Someone’s footsteps led me here
Maybe not the impressions
But the harmony arose from the awakening silence...

A ghost’s heart beats from the shattered void...

You have misled him,
You have walked the blind path for too long.
With memories of ashes in the last winter’s cover...

Winds of change.
Can hardly read them, can hardly feel comfort
In a place you once called home.

World in frames...
Art that inspires...
The heart to heal...

The spoken word on a mockingbird’s wings....

So sad to see the ocean...
So beautiful the energy it gives.

Someone’s footsteps led me here,
Maybe not the impressions...

But the harmony arose.

You have grieved him,
You have lived like a shadow for so long.
With the weight of sorrow as the night fell on your heart…

Emptiness took my soul, blunted my senses.
Half alive since, with no light inside.
Merely a spark, once in a while…

When hearing ocean waves
Where lies what was left of you…
Down the cliff.

Deserted pictures…
Worthless land…
One last bond…

The tomb of my love
Is the home of your ghost.
Listen to the shells as they sing my name

Someone’s whispers call me here,
Maybe not the impressions…

But the harmony arose as I fell…

Together again…


Sharing the liquid tomb.

... 

The aquamarine sky of the surface below
Sparks fly in the Northern lights 
Nocturnal night of a passion collides within the eyes 
((Frozen sea))
Glows out of silence as the impression is made. 

Alec Wildey & Cycy Clr 

Friday, November 29, 2013

Barriers

The daemons must come to a halt... 
Or float in dread 
While I stare into their tempered minds... 
Not believing in the other reflections, 
The memories of loss come to a meaningful shrine...
A life's misfortune...
A sorrowful peace into the ascending light...
The walls come down

The angel speaks...

The daemons must come to a halt.

...And in the reflection you will see..
The beast. 

The infinite current of the soul
Fulfills the moon for a brief moment to be whole,
Both light and dark...
And with that logic... the only path remains
Is the one of suffering 
From that soul conscious until unity 

The walls come down...

Hopeless to Hopeless

Where has the romanticism gone?
(Just her growing despair
On reel to reel)
The violins strike the soul
Like lightening under the clouds
The past once were...
Always nostalgic 
The pain we can't ignore.

Leave hopeless to hopeless.  

Natural light
Turns sepia
Bleak and cold...

7 different endings 
In various shades of optimism  
Not one gets the point across... 

Her eyelashes are matted with tears 
The Ghost of my forbidden lover 
In shards.. collective. 
I cannot repent furthermore...
I cannot live without the security 
That we are more than just a mass of cells  

To simply reality
Without first understanding 
Where your faith lies the most. 

The Ghost of my forbidden lover 
In shards.. collective. 

Where has the romanticism gone?

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Romanticide

Fundamental motion 
The crowds escape into the heavy fog
Familiar faces gone
The original idea stolen
We wear the mask of our own.
The trees are shrouded by colours 
And the limbs continue throughout the earth...

Somehow connected 
Somehow brought back to life
To romanticize the suicide

I'm not happy with right...
I'm to honest for evil 
I'm not happy in my presence  
For the lack of love to be eternal 

I think we're all merely holding on
To something...
To someone

So hold on. 

Fundamental motion 
The crowds escape into the heavy fog.


Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Worth the Dead

Suffer more this miserable existence
For something bright to glow in from darkness 
There in your sheltered home seeking warmth  
But the cold has stole the air... 
And you breathe for more than one soul
Because your love is the deepest of all. 

There in your sheltered home seeking warmth  
The cold has stole the air... 
And you breathe for more than one life 
Because your love is worth the dead. 

Beyond these silent stairs of life's 
You'll always find warmth and you shall never be let down 
Even stole the chilling ''emotion'' of Death's

I am falling into the opaque curtains of my sight
To delay the lonely Time 
Because your love is the deepest of all 
Craving for some glowing light and a sparkle in your eye

There in your own piece of world 
You may seek the warmth 
And you'll breath for more than one life 
Because your love is the deepest of all

There you'll embrace the infinite hands of sky
And the smooth clouds will make you swim
Along 
By your own words shall be 

The World 

By Alec Wildey & Maudy

Love Relentlessly

Daemon on the threshold  
(Altar discretion's... of a ritual once. )
The musicians refuse to play...
Author won't change his name
But the titles are certain...
The rest of the words fall into place  
The candle of the same flame 
Burns eternal as the words on your flesh... 

Love relentlessly

Threshold on the Daemon... 

Saturday, November 23, 2013

A Transcendental Cry

Out for a walk in this strange wilderness.... 
The river of my dreams no longer carries water.
And silenced stars were removed...
Throughout the bright lines of a cloud
Forget October when rain was but a soft glow...
The memories of stardust paint the eyes gold
A transcendental cry - untold-
The infinity becomes nothing.
The stairwell home becomes dark.
The ghostly shrieks will turn away ...
Rolled in the wind
The sanity vibrate's the otherside of wake... 
And the counter force is hindered wickedly
 Torn between temptation or life.

It lingered to my prolific passions
Out for a walk in this strange wilderness.... 

Alec Wildey & Maudy 

Friday, November 22, 2013

Thee Open Book

Fake false
Right wrong
Significance 
Indifference
The truth the lie
The memory, the reverie 
Thee open book.

Self obsession
No profession 
Self infliction 
No progression. 

Fake false
Right wrong
Significance 
Indifference
The truth the lie
The memory, the reverie 
Thee open book.

Trading Places

Trading places with the blind tonight...
You walk with silver heals 
Through the rain in the fogy London city... 
My guess is as good as yours
To what I'm doing... 
What I can only try to express 
Merely from the heart
Of what the art can only say. 

The passion is as full as the moon. 

Hiding beneath the clouds. 

Trading places with the blind tonight...
You walk with silver heals 

φάσμα (IV)

Why do I feel like I know you?
Like I belonged to you all these years
Safe at home, yet haunted feeling 
Exists solely 
Always with me...
Can I not be inspired anymore...
By the gifts you gave?
By the innocence of a child
Reading far to much into death. 

Does the passion only rest
On the pain of existence? 
The life in open arms...
Can't hold any tighter
I can't breathe any less... 

Slowly my pulse reverts this fear 
Into the trees.... 
Off the tracks 
Through the wind of a passing train 

Only distances... 

Great heights 
And breath in water 
Instead of air... 

Why do I feel like I know you?
Like I belonged to you all these years

Rhetoric


How can people share these imagines 
Morbid videos 
Decapitations...
Having no soul...
No fucking principles 

Leaving them with a sense there is no God. 

And yet sleep without questioning existential thought. 

FUCK OFF. 

Thursday, November 21, 2013

διάστημα (IV) Quick Responds

Heartbreaking Daemons... 
The absolute truth of what I can't seem to explain to anyone. 
I'm sorry if you feel pain because of me... 
It was never my intention.
 I'm sorry I broke down, the way I did...
I'm sorry it consumed me. 

REFUSED ME. 
And left the love to die in the silenced wind. 

διάστημα (III) Refuse Me

It was nice to know you for a short while 
(((The remembrance still)))
As my heart cries for my soul to be in the same place
Maybe I'm always scared... because there's so much unknown
So much unanswered 
So much loss... 

Loss without having.   

The loss of something I've never had... 
The loss of losing. 

The love that never connects. 

Just knowing that I've felt it...
Even briefly
Makes me wish I were dead. 
  
But I will always be here... 

Can I take a picture of this moment
May I draw it...?
May I write it...?
Turn it into song...
Pour my heart out like a prayer

I know you hear me. 
Refuse me... 

It's what we all can't grasp. 

It was nice to know you for a short while 
As my heart cries for my soul to be in the same place

διάστημα (II) Silent Hymns

The church walls are bare
And so are the pews...
Dust on the altar...
A wicked soul buried under
The ground of the churchyard there... 
Through spiral stares... 
He hears the silent hymns as no one has entered 
Or left
Through the same corridor since...

The trees are frozen
Outside the chimes ring out
Each one a different colour
Against the frail bird sky...
Some branches look like finger- 
T i p s 
Over the moon 
As the hand of virtue reaches inside
The sun... To remove all guilt- OUT
And ignite the stars at loss... 
With new desired apathy.


Through spiral stares... 
I  H e a r  T h e  S i l e n t  H y m n s . . .

As I walk outside 
Myself. 

WITH NOWHERE TO REST .

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

διάστημα (I) Repeating Verses

This is a perfect place for you and I
To sit and rest 
You spark your myth 
And I prepare the needle
For my words to course through these veins.
Verses over again...
Blood in the rain as it collides with our pulses. 
Have your heard the cry for help in the distance?
It's everywhere 
You can't hide from it...
It's as real as the love in your eyes
As the fear undefined... 
And weaker than the will in me. 

The life that brought us here... 

And the grace that gave death new meaning. 

This is a perfect place for you and I
To sit and rest. 

Half a Crown

Well spoken profit 
I doubt your wisdom of this world  
For the shire irony 
That's its worth less than a half a crown  
Heavy on the mind and soul
If ever you had one...
If ever you were lucky enough 
To be in the same room 
With someone... 
Who knows how that feels...

Who knows how you feel

That being haunted means... 
Being haunted. 

That death my be a better place
To be... 

If ever I doubted. 

Your wisdom of this world. 

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

The Ark of the Daemon

I saw the light come on before the switch
I saw the ghost
The ark of the daemon 
(Arms closed)
His eyes matched mine
For I was him..

Continued into darkness
Let the letters be reminders 
Of the heartfelt prayers 
Now sentimental meanings 
Proof that November was your eleventh sake 

For the love of God... 
You'd still be here. 

...

A remembrance follows
Happenstance from a world in continuous motion 
I hoped for this past year 
That something good would come out of losing you... 
Other than that fact that I lost myself 
In the most meaningful of ways... I could encounter

(Could not encounter you
The pain.)

The words seemed to fill in the blanks. 
But not the space in my heart...
For that hollow terminal   

As we encounter love & death
Good and Evil...

Everyday... 

Your energy is permanent 
As I feel you the same. 

  

A Word of Grim for Silence

Believe in me, leaving...

What was once mine...
I still carry.

I wanted to watch you cry 
Silver tears from my eyes,
Single me out of your world so uncommon
Never welcome in your previous life,
Gone beside the flowers that you gave to me
Graved to me...  mourned by sorrow. 

And stolen away the last hours of child's play...
You wanted to rebuild my life in shambles;
I wanted to be still 
And never have to speak a word of grim for silence. 

Never calling your name... never needed a thing.  

It leaves the whole day to rest. 
Open to the darkness like a forest holds the night
We need the conflict of pain, let it out. 
(I wanted to watch you cry 
Silver tears from my eyes)
Open to the light like a snowflake in the morning
Erased by the miles of white and frozen lakes, where earths body...
Was our little secrete kept... never found. 
We need to confront the pain, let it out. 

I wanted to watch you cry 
Silver tears from my eyes...

Believe in me, leaving...

What was once mine...
I still carry.

Between two legacy's

The needle breaks through the core.
The holocaust ended the war... 
Eyelashes through the gray soul...
Dark clouds beneath heaven. 
Tare the book from back to cover... 
Prepare for the storm.

If you haven't already... 

These were your eyes, perspective.
Now close them. 
Or die. 
Unless under we fade. 

Awaken by words...
The harmony above the shallow breaths 
Reach down from the inside...
Find the pain, here it is... 
Here's the plan,
With no door to exit...

Walking through the outer fog
Between two legacy's
Somewhere close to home...
The mocking bird sleeps.   

So if I call my raven home.
Will she ever sing? 

The needle breaks through the core.
The holocaust ended the war... 
Eyelashes through the gray soul...
Dark clouds beneath heaven. 
Tare the book from back to cover... 
Prepare for the storm.

If you haven't already... 

There's reason to think the mind has accepted its fate.

These were your eyes, perspective.
Now close them. 
Or die. 

Unless under we fade. 

Monday, November 18, 2013

Moon Rose

The mirror used to cast no reflection. 
No echo was ever heard. Void. 
Absolute emptiness. 
[And the pain that goes along.]

Until the moon rose...

Silver light of a golden heart, 
Bleeding just the same. 
Passionate and compassionate, 
With the same understanding of this hopeless masquerade 
They call life.

The change can be seen. 
Now there is a shadow in the mirror. 
The change can be heard. 
The moon beams carry whispers of spoken words, 
Through the distance... 
The change can be felt. 
The emptiness doesn't seem endless anymore. 
[But the pain still remains...]

And a sense of gratitude. 
And Love.

In the silent depths heard of sirens 
Wandering into the light of another soul's 
Embrace...
Bless this earth beyond screams of violence and uncertainty
For this child... little one
We all fear that unknown answer speaks 
Father.... 
Mother...
Of the soul in me. 
The hymns reverse to sound Satanic on the razors edge. 

 The moon beams carry whispers of spoken words, 
The echo beyond her voice flows to off balance the curse.
Bleeding just the same. 
Passionate and compassionate
The winds of heaven extinguished the daemon within. 

The water used to cast no reflection. 
No echo was ever heard. Void. 
Absolute emptiness. 
[And the pain that goes along.]

Until the moon rose