Dreamlore Degenerate
For thou sweepst me
in thy robe of guilt
with garments forged
in spiteful steel
No tainted pride
shall make convinction cease
None shall be unto thee proven
worthy of thy outmost fear
Let alone the silent longing
instict shun the one you dear
As the hunter boldly stalks his prey
intoxicated
Convinction reigns where truth might sway
intimidated
Silence the bore
Shun the ones you dear
The hunt is over
so the feast begins
What feast is enduring
when all is said and done
Everchange of heart
The hunter's reason fail
The hunter is treason
The hunt is over
so the feast begins
Why search for endurance
when all is said and done?
Zodijackyl Light
Crown the impulse that deliberatly fall
defeat in spiritless action
Isolation - burn the greenwood
Order of the vertical path
Descendent
crawl in the remnants of one thousand lies
Restaging
torching a world that was left behind
Zodijackyl light
Cross the sharpest void
deride the embers of his faith
The bringer of that on million horses ride
Waiting for the call within, the spark of sin
ever reminescent of the coming of storm
Can you see the cosmic face
in which disorder lies
?
Burning of oppression
the inventors
is the killing hand
Be that of the darkest sin
to frustrate hope and love
I shall not be blinded
I shall not be forced
Resistance
feasting on debris from celestial wars
Burning in the sky
beyond the realm of time
Sequence of the nucleus
the glowing dust in flight
Zodijackyl light
And they ride, they ride
the drama takes the lead
the beast of heaven their guide
Racing through the vastness
constellation disarray
that darkness could not have existed
that bares no witness to light
Sweet endless
Perpetually plunge through interior vaults
So seamless
Joints of time cannot shackle the bast
Zodijackul light
Hedon
How hungry we've become
like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
that galloped down, disorderd worlds behind
From word to a word I was led to a word
that spanned oever cultures in rage
Crimsom masses, steeped in decadence
holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, it the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
to draw down the end from within
We need not the horns
that emanate from our warty, haunted bodies
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Nihilist, Hedon
the priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads.
skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow
in the fold of your shivering arms
Hedon,
Your children wild
and filled with death
# Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes:
a pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager, as a part of your face
and the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
as the wine-rush,
charging from androgynous wombs
to open free the lid of pain #
Hedon,
rinsed in post-human shadows
a monument scorned by the teeth of time
Stale-faced keeper of secrets,
loaded with implosive fire
the whore that carried the apostle
to the mating point on the graves of giants
We look at you, afraid
to see what we really are.
Scythe, Rage and Roses
Fast fading roses
Non-lingering words
Scythe be my instrument
Through dreams I now rage
No guidance is me offered
No forgiveness thee I promised
Now can distance be a factor
when engraved in me thou art?
Nourished by the soul my flame
shall serve to torch the heart
Denial serves me
That fire cannot burn
with flames of no origin
That star cannot bring guidance
without force or form
One is darkness
The other silence
Without silence the darkness
looses its splendour
Sweet bliss that sleep now giveth
tempt with forgetful night
Ever haunting that image within
swear to the answers denied
Constant
With each daring new concept
creation and form
one fragment of shelter
from heaven be torn
The bleeding through barriers
shine of redemption
The tastes of renewal
let art once again be a weapon
The whim of the forger is theft from the flow
the hatchet now redden with creation's blood
Constant is for ever
I am the creation
so bold in design
The errors of one thousand minds
bleed out of a world gone blind
This is the magic that a name would stain.
Dissolution Factor Red
Drenched in the perfume of hell
Impasto of burning oils
forming continents on my
outstretched naked body,
erupting
crimsom
stains of shame
stains of shame
Limbs that leave their Nests of Red
to spin the reels of pain
Attach the nails and electrodes
and spin the reels again
Retreating hunger running through the years
carries the scorns on skeleton wings
Storm me thou with that sharpened claw
swift hammer nails that pierce the shoulder of time
Behind the sunset, with movement regained
For there lie shadows even farther from the light
I run, devoid of motion
devoid of name
attach the nails and electrodes
black moratorium, haven of refuge
...
Insanity's Crescendo
Gently hold our heads
gently hold our heads on high
Aimless time in fear new hide
overthrow the plan
confusion lies in all my words
mad is the soul
We barricade ourselves in holes of temperament
this is the dawning of a new age
A heart that beats the wrong way
insanity's crescendo
Windcolour - second sight
a touch of silence and the violence of dark
Illusion span - the aroma of time
shadowlife and the scent of nothingness
Infinite fall of instinct
order of one spells deceit
Infinite lack of trust
order of one obsolete
Oh escaping time is all we lost ahead?
When it's found, can judgement make amends?
From force-fed impressions
let us mortify the mind
each soul to violate
each instinct to be rendered false
Torn asunder be the conventional forms and frames
now for the blood of heaven
Unlearn and the cleasing comes
Felt a tremor in the pillars of the senses
Cursed victim of a distance near
The first dream - the clearest vision
Aimlessly steer towards our night
we belong to thee
Og dearest bliss, unnerving silence
entangled within
Dimly begotten in clarity found
virginlike tears for impurity bound
Beseech he who darken the stars and the sky
to greet this vision an emerald dawn
Empty the sun - carve out the wind
Insanity's crescendo
tear out the blinded eye
Lament of thunder - take confort in fear
lightning veins in crude exterior
Voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisy
lay down the law that made instinct fall
Escape now and revert
this cleasing rebirth
torn asunder be
Affect me not; darkened vision
insanity's crescendo
Grimly tread the footsteps torn
rebellious stand the seeker tall
The thorn of insanity's hand
take this darkened vision from my sight
Nailed to image of ignorance
Each soul to violate
for the blood of heaven
Still Moving Sinews
No-one survives such an attack
amd we all stood like monuments
baring the nails in her back
Still moving sinews
in a graceful impression of life
shyly the arms, shyly the breasts
fold fear die
Ten finger driven
through the heart, through the core
as I stare into those strange magnetic eyes
and wonder what if : (for you/for me)
are there demons there?
I knew it all the time, The misanthropes
were right to crucify themselves in the
need of a saviour. Still moving sinews
struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,
caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.
Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges
like living black numbers
that drip from the pergament skin
Joined in sweet fury
to anoint the decay
fragile and reddened in lifelost array
Atome Heart 243.5
Still alive
all knowing eye
beneath your stream of words
your rapid stream of words
Though none will
ever live to share
the radiant stream
the promised lives
from which your picture fell
Re-seal the components from atom hearts
Revert, non-owner of worlds
As uncommunication becomes the manifest
our alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse
Death rode these silent caravans
and steered them to the rim of the world.
Their diaries and withered letters
all devoted to the art of dying
The enterprise, academy
the crafts held in our hands
all devoted to the art of dying
No room to arrange
the final row of masks
dreached in chameleon-ink
for the grand charade
The tongues that burn in you
the slowly altered language
that colonised your heartland
advanced through broken doors
And they still believe in you
They seem to see
so many things
hooked in your pestilent eye
Your stale lids, your iris punctured
by tongues licking a lie
The enterprise, wolvenlore
the cursed seed of man
plunged through the tunnels of uncreation
We reach out to move the landmark,
hands seeping down from the chronicles of time
The quill now blunt
the scribe devoured
Tidal Tandrum
Come death, or dearling
the claws of the raven hold fast
Enticed and starving
a lustful revenge to the last
Unlight flood the seeker's eye
Come flame or false hope
gifted in spirit as I
Forced upon freedom
Let impulse nor stillness be spared
Fierce tidal tandrum
nourishing rapture within
Come feast or fire
repellent in forceful defence
Unchained, forgiving to none
solemn in swirling embrace
Tongues
Tongues, lost in me
shours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves
I bury the nomad years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcice these searing, pecking tongues
Immune you say
yet venom strikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the world and stealer of vision
A monumental reign of terrors
throat slit up to stain the target
We're food for th hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retreive my stolen language
filtered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flies
let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam
On account of their brightness
I made friend with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of tune
The red square patterns, dragonrise and
evenclaw
decoying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ring
a dissonant note in the music of the spheres
the streak of promises in the nuclear sky
These wippings black tongues
aching to lick me back to life
to inject their truths within me
