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RewindWhat is that nonsense?
Do you indulge in dreadful, dark feelings to know you are alive? Enjoy drifting and feeling meaningless and meagre? How easy it is to be small and helpless, hopeless, weak and timid and out of control. Reliance, dependence and desperation are delicious to you. It is out of your hands for the most part. If you cover your eyes it will go away and we can stop all this worry and nonsense.
One. Press the button. Two. Press another button. Three. Instructions end here. Stand on the edge and go no further. There is nothing beyond worth seeing.
PauseSearching for that tactile feeling in a world of distant separated conversation. Can’t find the words, the touch; the vibrations are not how I imagined them.
Lackadaisical, listless, lazy, meandering, less astray and lacking aspiration than to loop.
Ha ha ha. Losing. Life.
Misunderstood and without understanding of the consequences of inaction and inadequacy.
Fragile, frail, fractures are not a fear but an eventual certainty. What can you do about that?
That Rave feelingIn the dark.
In the cold still of the night:
The endless machinations
with seemingly no end in sight.
In the early morning hours when frost begins to bite...
There is a sound.
An ethereal, ephemeral sound,
Born in moments of pure energy and ecstasy,
Trained In the underground arts
and powered by sheer delight.
It is melodic
It will come within the moment
It will speak as if touching God
and understand your plight...
They call it music
(They call it hard trance)
I call it my love
(and it beckons me to dance)!
The musicThe music is you
The music is me
Don't think, don't predict
Let it flow through your veins
In rushes and cascades:
Pure vibrational energy -
A synergy of fury and passion.
Catch the beat
The music is who we are
And what we live for
Now drop the beat!
CornucopiaThere is nothing dark out here,
seemingly no place for it to hide
in this cornucopia of rolling hills and sunken valleys.
It was not the actions of a friend,
merely a reaction to this harsh and revealing landscape:
momentary longing for a hiding place -
something less than a total truth,
but more than a shaky lie based on a warped philosophy;
where were we really going?
What would we find when we got there?
The only certainty was
that all this nothingness gave one too much time to think.
Why not keep going? We'd just end up where we started anyway.
Time warpGaunt amorphous figures. Sway side to side up and down,
Their joints creaking and scraping in eerie unison
Bone against bone as skin stretches tight
beneath a barely extant second skin:
The sounds of the 80s
A rocky horror timewarp without the pleasantries of ghosts or transsexuals.
Asexual, metrosexual, androgynous.
Look the same, want the same, dance the same:
wheres your originality ?
It's time to go underground where the party's at.
AbominationA burning pillar strikes the moon,
the sun rays kill the cold.
The failure seldom leaves the room,
He is not as mature as he is old.
He is a burning pillar of rage;
a useless un-fecund sight.
Wisdom cannot not match his age
nor his failings be seen as slight.
He is the king of a falling world;
apathy his first knight.
For his sins, from Aegaleus, he is hurled
into unforgiving night!
Lie to youFailed synchronicity
I am below and she above.
False words are an atrocity
destroying worthless love.
I awake as she sleeps
mind awry with dismay.
He gives and she keeps
and burns our love away.
Veiled secrets thrive;
I sleep in my world of lies,
Truths cannot be alive
In a rage our love will die!
UnendingA lucent flower breaks the day -
wet with morning misery's tears.
All its brilliance on display
as a goddess to be revered.
It basks in the sun's hot fire,
swims in the warm sunshower,
struggles in the oppressive mire,
waiting dolefully for the evening hour.
The same flower slowly folds away
In the unsettled glory of dusk.
It will dress in the winter months
as an arctic seed of decay.
To an Internet AdmirerI can't love someone I've never met.
My heart just doesn't work that way.
You tell me that you won't forget.
Well this is what I have to say:
You don't know my face,
You don't know my heart,
You don't know my name,
We're too far apart.
I know I seem cold,
But I cannot lie.
It would be unfair
For me to comply.
I can’t love a dream.
I need someone real.
I need true passion.
I need to feel.
I’m flattered by your compliments
That’s all my feelings consist of.
How can I love a dream
When I can’t even find real love?
StormThe perfect storm approaches,
pulls the strings, my strings.
I walk a path, light torches.
The storm is what love brings.
A thunder deafens birds momentously,
erases songs, all sounds at all.
It hits, then burns tremendously
and all that stands shall fall.
There is the cyclone, spins around.
Scatters wits with none of force.
All matter crumbles to the ground,
all planets change their course.
I welcome you, my lovely,
crush my being times again.
Make me feel alive and holy
like only your love can.
An Unseen SingerShe was much more than a voice to me,
Yet her face I never got a chance to see,
And so a sweet sounding melody
Is all that remains of her inside of me,
And only when drifting through some dream
Does a wishful vision of her come to be,
This fool's version of reality—
A beauty seen—only through the song she sings.
I Love You. Do you Love Me Too?Hearing a "Yes"
To my "Do you too?"
Is not disconcerting,
Nor is it untrue.
It cuts out the riddle
From "Why wouldn't I?"
Yet I am left hurting,
Though I shouldn't cry.
Seasons of the HeartWinter wind reaches, fingers fleeting,
Thunder storms and rain drops streaming.
Winter strangled hearts, cold seeping.
Moments fleeting, moments fleeting.
Spring flowers blooming, soft breeze blows,
Water's sweet kisses; dew-grass glows.
Hearts healing as shy sun beams flow.
We can all grow, we can all grow.
The sun's light grows with strength and flair,
Blinding, warming all in its glare.
Passionate hearts walking on air.
No time to care, no time to care.
Red leaves falling drift, slowing time,
Soft sun is setting, finishing its clime.
Love's heat lingers, withstanding time.
Sweet hearts still chime, sweet hearts still chime.
collab with Mordial33'Pon Love, An Aphrodisaic Obium
How oft dost thou lookest to thine heart?
Thy love beest beauty, 'tis beauteous art,
A beacon of light in lovers' dark,
Her name on thy lips in the silence, stark;
Thy love beest beauty, a beauteous art.
How oft hast thou lookest to thine hand?
'Tis red-tinged in color: a rose-stung hand,
Thy blood on the ground doth stain the sand,
A crimson verge from a rose-stung hand,
Thy love beest beauty, an art unplanned.
The Rub'i of Vows Forlorn
The maiden clad in shrouded shades of sorrow sung
To Fate of her yearning while the chapel bells rung,
I swear by these sweet musings my love, 'pon my word:
A song of sweet serenity, with sorrow strung.
A beautiful manA sculptured face of ice
lingers in between the locks of gold.
Lids closing over glacier eyes.
His beauty is the oldest story told.
The music box stops playing
as deft long fingers break it.
His breath on me is flaying,
my soul is pained and naked.
Why his skin is cold like marble?
Also pale, and soft, and lifeless?
His cold kisses tend to startle.
Why his heart is broken clueless?
He says he's waiting in the dark,
gathering dust on shelves of love.
But in fact his hollow body's stark,
his feelings stolen by a dove.
Canto Hacia La LuzCuál será el lugar
A donde van
¿Rechazados por ti?
Puede que el infierno
Sea su morada
Al no tenerte
Desean la muerte.
Te quiere lejos
De su pluma
Y de sus versos.
La estrella fugaz
Que nos inspira
En su efímera marcha
Vive en tu mirada.
Ella nos reta
A capturar su esencia
Renuente a ser
Traducida en letras.
Lleno de locos
Reclama la corono
Hundida en inocencia
Vuestra dama no ve
Es tu belleza.
La rebelde impotencia
Líder del partido
Reprimido en mi conciencia.
Detener la sublevación
Te daría mis ojos
Portadores de pasión.
Para que así
Veas en su magnificencia
La luz de las estrellas
Que iluminan mi vida.
midnight balladi leap unto darkness
disappear from the eyes of your heart
lost in trust
i've lost my way
because of the raindrops that rest on your face
lies like the walls restraining me
no longer can i breathe
i swallow my thoughts
and continue on in this sea of memories
scars to the core
do you enjoy the sight of my begging hands?
just like the final act
the clock strikes midnight
why am i still here
An eternityIt is the ugly stain on the wall
the scar which breaks her cheek
the murdered childrens call
evils tyranny of the weak.
It is the light burning the eyes,
the moons sad soft face,
the truth of a piteous demise,
bleeding arms restrained by lace.
It is a single strand of hair
floating gaily in the breeze
It is lusts infernal stare;
Love is a lovers disease.
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