XXVII

XXVII

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 


Art of Wisdom

The wizards arm glows in the shadow
He holds the glass of wine in a goblet of fire
Sets the stars to reline over the blacken ocean
(((Of the mind)))
He think in circles walking on the clay of the worlds figure
Leaving dust to all... from wall to wall
Knowing all the secrets undetermined... from the art of wisdom 
Prepared medications of the soul 
To protect from the unworldly daemon
And with that art came the observation 

Within these stars that now glow...

Sunday, November 17, 2013

φάσμα (IΙI)

Into this strange wilderness
The light of specter's eyes
Views the once familiar forest  
In the shadow of the tree we use to hang
Found the pit of stones you perished over
This is not the ordinary path you walked
The love of the heart shines within the diamond 
Held into the palms of his hands,,, 
Even through disrepair 
Will not outlast the height of the mountain.  
The obsession of the clouds between the moon
As the wind flows careless
The need for speech is certain  
Without a voice to carry it... 
On, throughout
The same feelings exists  
The day of his demise...

Exits the wilderness 
into the light of specter's eyes. 



φάσμα (IΙ)

The light of phantoms arose...
To be both noble and unjust within...
Persuade the ritual of self loathing... 
To think that I had heard a memory of what it use to be like to live...
The moss is frozen over this silent dawn
I read her lips in candlelight
And the rest of the night flew through the window
Looking out at what I may have known.

Give me the tolerance to tolerate my thirst...
This prayer to live and not suffer is more like a pledge to die.
Just not without innocence... 
The air arrives, smoke that follows
Breathe in to inhale through out the body 
What was once blessed and holy 
And with that memory comes strong regret and fear implied. 
Do you feel that energy? 

The relic was false and out of balance came mercy
Only to survive and hold on to that missing piece...
As the dust flows over the words I may have read....
If I had the heart to make them real. 

The light of phantoms arose...
To be both noble and unjust within...
Persuade the ritual of self loathing... 
To think that I had heard a memory of what it use to be like to live...

Friday, November 15, 2013

Lyrics

No more sympathy left.
The amber rose. 
I still feel raindrops cold
On my skin...
And when the wind flows through the trees 
I still feel a sense of peace and sorrow 
That has left this place forever home.
I still feel the goosebumps on my skin 
When I feel the need to cry...
But no tears come out.

The lyrics are perfect.

(Fear) as it is in me

Feel utterly empty and alone... 
No matter what I do. 
Starting to hate myself on a very aggressive level...
What ever will the spirit do.
 Once I've gone... 
Departed from here, 
This rotten core... 
Stripped in vain. 
Utterly empty and alone. 
As it is in me.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

φάσμα (Ι)

So you say you've been banished here since you lost your way? 
I'm interesting in hearing your story but I know that all mystery must remain...
So you leave your books on my self... and you start to walk towards the doorway 
In through the corridor shadows... 
But the darkness does not accept you the same... 
As you appear even darker than the empty space...
Blackened void....   

The floors are now tarnished 
There are keys in the sink...
But none of them open the door 
By which you walked in...

Where are you now? 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The Unbinding Abyss

HAUNTED INTO. 

THE UNBINDING ABYSS. 

And with every doubt 
A second opinion. 
Have you seen my reverie lately? 
Just passing through cloaked in black & Red 
Against the smoke 
Of a burning factory,,, 

Train cards flood out of darkness
One by one 
A single frame divided by the eyes 
To witness the unreality... 
I am trapped, yet I am free 
I am ill, yet I am...

Still breathing...

The harmony puts the craving out
Briefly while the ashes of the burned 
PAPERS
Smolder in the worlds decay. 
Have you no thoughts provoking death?
And what it means to not be... ? 
Have you only one magic left  
But the thirst for tragedy? 

This is a part of me not left behind, you must convey
Confront the worst fear 
Destroy it before it destroys the reality... 
Still the eyes of Saint Marry 
Cry when the heaven's Rain... 

(The mockingbird has flown north) 

And it rains no fear on silhouettes 
Statues... 
The monument's ghost...
Takes candle by the wind... to keep flame
From burning out.  
Takes soul bright to see and drowns in that sorrow...

ETERNALLY 

A supernatural lame accuse  
Defense Mechanism... 

Have you no thoughts provoking death?
And what it means to not be... ? 
Have you only one magic left  
But the thirst for tragedy? 

HAUNTED INTO. 

THE UNBINDING ABYSS. 

The harmony puts the craving out
Briefly while the papers of the burned 
ASHES
Smolder in the worlds decay. 


Still the eyes of Saint Marry 

Cry when the heaven's rain... 

Imprisonment

Didn't see light for days
Locked inside a temple 
Of the mind... 
Surely your thoughts are insane now
Never the same now... once again... 

Violence speaks to the public eye 
See it on TV... 
Hear about it on the news
Seen on the internet 
You can see anything... 
The mind is fearful... no escaping this 
Misery for a moment... 
For crown to let it be...

Let it rest...
Let sink in... all things 
The way they are...
The way it is. 

For a humming bird that flocks to the trees
When all others are empty 
Violence speaks to the centuries of this land 
Your backyard is plane and ordinary 
Buried under the earth is a skull 
Once the face of a man

Imprisonment.

Didn't see light for days
Locked inside a temple 
Of the mind... 
Surely your thoughts are insane now
Never the same now 

Once again...