XXVII

XXVII

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... 

Timepiece

Cannot warn a world alone...
Cannot make up for this feeling growing...
You were wise and somehow comforting to talk to
Cannot occupy the soul that is occupied by the unknowing. 
Left on the side of the mountain 
The timepiece glistens in the moonlight
10 minute past 6.... this morning
A feeling that can not be replaced or equaled. 
The sun and all it's shades under the trees
Move in towards the dream of thee old peace.   

You had and lost...

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Relic

You were the only one I loved 
In such a way that still to this day 
I can't explain... 
Not even in a fragment 
All the things that have went wrong in my life 
And my heart and soul were shattered 
To this day. 
That I have failed myself evermore.

Fraction

I cannot suffer anymore
Father, mother
Of the pulse in me...
A prayer got lost in the wind
Die next to me
A sense that you were there
I'm not about to break my promise with nature
I'm not going to kill for that feeling that makes me unaware
What I crave for just the same as you
Breathe the air.  


  

Daemons

Speak to the leaves now

Under the trees I'm prohibited...
We know all that's left inside
Will cycle through... Can I recycle? 
The right from the wrong?
Can I ignore the daemons? 
Can I doubt my words... The prayers
Of all I spoke of before... no...?

It all seems pure... 
But sometimes I don't know where it comes from
Maybe we're not suppose to know the answers 
And just work the mindless jobs to survival... 
But how does one survive themselves...?
Its getting colder under this tree 
The more I dwell...
The more you praise me for what I don't know feels real anymore...

Paint me the expression on your face 
When you've finally lost me...
Does it speak like the leaves....
Or the voice of a daemon?
I have to give up on the thought even if it kills me
Even if it's a prayer in hell... 

The promise is folding... 
Letters into a little box... A voice on recording... 
With or without the drugs... 
How do you manage all emotions coming through at once... 
How do you love without the pain? 
Such feelings that resurface...  
Or die just the same... 

Continue living.

Its getting colder under this tree 

The more I dwell...
The more you praise me for what I don't know feels real anymore...


Ignore the daemons.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Legacy

Torn from the windows 
The curtains... 
As seen through the trees and buildings clear 
There use to be churches 
Monuments in concrete 
Eyes of stone
Colours unfocused 

The arrival of a ghost train. 

This passion cannot slip away
With all the light from gray
To be born in this... 

Life now sees ashamed... 

The reality is constant 
The paranoia to numb your weathered soul 
To run through the legacy of a man
Just by his words... 

And when the wind is more than just a feeling 
And the pain is more than just a release 
One heart could possibly feel inside 
There's just one truth in it all that you hide inside  
And it's that you've always remained yourself...
You have always... 

Through and through...

Somewhere in there. 

I know you meant well. 

New Impression

Flowers on stones, 
Water flowing... 
A new impression 
Walking in the fascination 
Of the world
Immersed in the fear of it...
By what we're all capable of... 

(They're proud, they will show you
They're self-conscious... it's ignored.)

I noticed that you hear me when I am not there.
It's probably some intuition that never leaves...
I wanted to quit but it's souls inside me
It's probably some intuition that never leaves...
I wanted to quit but it's voice is screaming 

Never to hear your name again. 

(They're proud, they will show you
They're self-conscious... it's locked away.)

So sadden by the leaves that have all gone and changed,
I promise I will feel another autumn breeze

It's probably some intuition that never leaves...


Walking in the fascination 
Of the world
Immersed in the fear of it...

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Atonement

So there you are my child.
Eyes open to the world...
Footsteps on the fallen snow 
Of a winter's freeze.
I've followed you through the cold
This blind obsession... 
Deep depression 
As young as you were.

What did you see?
(That frightened you)
What did you feel?
As far as your senses would guide you through...
Your spirit longs to be free... 
Just without atonement 
Of all that's important here.  

What did you see?
That frightened you  
Why is death so fixed in your brain...?

You must live first 
Before the story is complete. 

So there you are my child.
Eyes open to the world...

A poet 

If it is in Will. 

So there you are my child.
Eyes open to the world...

Sunday, November 3, 2013

UNCOMMON, BEHOLDEN

THE REVERIE MEETS AGAIN
WITHIN THE CONFINES OF
A SANCTUARY 
YOU BUILT FOR ME 
WITHOUT EVER MOVING A FINGER
THIS IS THE LIGHT 
OF THOSE DARK CLOUDS
AND IT IS PASSING THROUGH
MY BLOOD
MY VEINS
WATCH ME
AS I EASE THE SECRETES 
INSIDE
REPRESS
AND STILL SEE 
THE CANDLES ON THE WALL BURN OUT
WITHIN
THE VOID
MY THIS PUREST, ENDURING... OBSESSION
DON'T YOU FEEL IT AS SOMETHING
MORE THAN JUST A BEATING HEART?
UNCOMMON, BEHOLDEN 
THESE FUCKING SYMPTOMS UNKNOWN
THE REASONS UNTOLD
BUT THAT'S OKAY WITH ME...
MY THIS PUREST, ENDURING... OBSESSION
DON'T YOU FEEL IT AS SOMETHING
MORE REAL...?
UNCOMMON, BEHOLDEN 
MOVE.... WITHOUT A SENSE 
TO KNOWN 
TO FIND SOMETHING
MAYBE IN THE TREES
THAT WILL COMPEL YOU
AND THEN BREATHE THE INTUITION WITHIN
THE REVERIE MEETS AGAIN... 

Friday, November 1, 2013

The Devil & The Mad Child.

The devil died in October
The malicious attempts of my soul...
I know we're both deprived without us 
You're heart beating the second hand of the clock 
And mine the first...
The devil died in October
And somehow evil lingers on... 

What will compel you?
Who will give you the power, 
The energy, the drive... 
To carry on... 
Half of who you use to be...
Far from who we are.
Yet somehow the same.
The way you feel without my 
Compassion... 
Without love
Is something incomplete 

You're no where now... 

You have no soul!

The devil died in October

And yet I still burn...


BURN!

BURN!

BURN! 


I know we're both deprived without us 
You're heart beating the second hand of the clock 
And mine heart beating the first...

You have no soul. 

The devil & the mad child.


BURN!

BURN!

BURN!