No demons tonight, not even beside
Myself, myself alone
There is a sharp point
To living, and I count
Those dancing angels
I am blasé and suicide
Is sooo passé
But I swear
If there were Euthanasia booths?
I'd be in one right now.

Sliming, slithering, sluggish and slow
The Shadow crawls slinking, but nobody knows
When light turns to shadow, and shadow to fire
The slugs silver trail, becomes acid and bile...

Gods become men and burn funeral pyres
Ashes and embers still smoking like tires

Random Fragments

I have no mouth, but I can sing.
I have no form, but I have wings...
What am I?


Brothers and Sisters, Golden Braids we are...
Twisting together, Twisting apart.
Nothing without us, We follow our hearts.


Blood and Breathe, Life and Death,
Good and Gold. My dying Faith...
Do you See, the Lying case,
Use used abused Love wroth written Wraith...
So Real, so fake.
Still I see through, this smoke so Opaque.
The Wolf's cunning winter, brings home the Stake.


A rose clenched upraised, a flowing stream.
Constant change, the stigmata drips on down the arm.
In hoc signo vinces, but to stop and smell the rose...
Serenity


Logos and Daimon, singing in harmony.
Demiurge contained by, restrained loving Wisdom.
Compassion is learnt, love through understanding.
Empathic by Nature, Tortured by Desire.
Words we cannot Understand submit their truth by,
Stature.


It is said that you campaign in poetry, and govern in prose,
but all great prose is poetry...
So therefore, I suggest to you;
Govern your life as poetry in motion.

This Modern Plague

Tuned to the tyrant touched,
By resolve, the onerous duties,
To have or to hold,
Warnings are given,
Calls are possessed,

Do you lie wanting,
Or could you be blessed,
By beatitudes bellsong,
But bickering best,

A studious calling,
The rest of arrest,
No candle burns bright,
Blight be blinding,
In jest,

Now no one can see.

Well, that was a nice Prague spring,
Burning summer, Autumn then gone,
Again into winter.

Prayer (For her)

Yonder here, beyonder there
Responder, Res Ponder
All roads lead to I
And aye, through eye and ear
and touch and scent
I love her still
I miss her still
I hope she's doing well
And all her hopes and dreams
Fulfilled in equal measure
No anhedonia cross her brow
(For you who do not know
That means loss of pleasure)
And let her life be full of leisure
Jewels and gems and other treasures
God hates me, I love her. Still

There is no difference, between floating and falling,
Not until we hit the ground.
Each of us, We all are floating.
Relax, go with it. Don't look down.

Untitled 1

Vox and guitar done in one take, straight off the top of my dome, so to speak.

Probably not the best quality recording too many format conversions, better mix to come soon I hope.

Follow!

The Daimon sings, my Geas compels me
No false riches, have I, to pay my Weregilt
The sleeper awakens, my mind sets in motion
do What Thou wilt; shall Be the Whole of The Law
o, Tanelorn
love is The Law. love Under Will.
lo,

Testing over all-ful awe, Mine..., might
Ebonic, Herme's Trismegistus. io
The working girls of Babylon dance across...

The city skyline. Magnus Phallus Sigils
each Architected, raised, built, big bi'god
all taller
Than, but, The Last...
Choke

Tricks taught, to play, convinced thou dost enjoy it
hoping it will FINISH sooner, come
O, fools, follow the sound of my pipe, hie, away
To greener pastures, streams
Hell, to be

waSHed
A way

Bepuzzled bemused bewildered
be mused
Some wonder illusive
Some wander misused

Some sit in the corner, and
Steel the refuse
A quicksilver running
That
Purloined refuse

Which
Be which?

Paen to that which fell from the sky

The Chaos is killing me,
I believe, parsec, by parsec,
I'd slam the breaks, but
Gravity bows over the horizon,
And what can I do, my triune
Goddess, my love, my faith
My heart in darkness.
I leave, I return,
I follow, I run,
It follows, my God
I flee,
Hence blind lovers I wish I knew me,
And thee,
I'm lost in pieces, each shard
Cuts my feet as I race to find
That single shard, the one so
Precious I threw away,
Because it burnt to touch.
Is this all I am?
Just a naive knave, slave
Master show mercy,
Let me up from my knees,
I don't wish to hurt you,
But this position hurts me,
Mistress, I howl,
Where art thee, where art thee,
From that heart of darkness she calls,
Heel, that I am I do not heed thee,
Caught in a storm, paws over head,
Too scared of the dark to enter,
Instead, cowering cur whining,
Fearing the memories of my teeth
At thine throat more than fear
Itself breaking in role,
Dolt dolt dolt,
As always things are my own, fault
Faulting failing for false freedom,
Ignoring all others,
For just that one shard.
Obsidian rock beauty, fel from the stars.
Gravity inverted square Law,
This chaos is killing me inch by inch,
Almost as much as your Order,

Is killing you.

A mere mockers mockery, a trifle

Spanners and nails,
Hammers and flails,
The walls this way come,
White winter wolves with nine tales.
Rail against the closing bars.

Hurt or be hurt the preacher said,
Nothing ventured, nothing bled,
Maybe be the cat instead
Toying with that mouse

Become a corned rat
Perverse preserved pull push put
In amber and ambrosia,
Our daily salary.

Up the wall the crawler goes,
To that ceiling bejeweled
Beyond the occlusion of our
Smoking sins

Departed from our heavens
We ever falling fly.
Bye the by, we buy
Our good 'sBlood

Money money mommy,
Honey?

Now why on earth do I think,
That's funny.

Humpty Dumpty got all runny,
Still I want it all,
And more. So,

Nature red in tooth and flaw,
Suck that same old open saw,
C'mon folk just be that bore
Boring backhand strike.