over and over
and over again
losing my voice,
a veiled depression
conceals my choice;
out of the sunlight,
into the void,
under darkening skies
voices inside...
voices inside
grow
I am the cause and the excuse.
when you are weak and tempted into sadness,
when you need someone to abuse and are abused;
when drugs alone can\'t keep away the madness
and you soak awful memories
the course of seasons has brought rain
and it brings tears
- myriads of friends -
they offer warmth,
comfort
and redden eyes
till I can see no more
*
rain falling down ushers in cold
and
... of those who wish to argue
that wind is also speech
and sometimes silence
when you inhale trying to catch your breath
I ask one thing - and one thing only -
do not bring god into this house
… truly, truly this is the end.
the all consuming cancer\'s dead.
you are weak and we know it well
your years were spent within this cold, dark cell
thy mouth gapes open but there is no
looking in the mirror
you can\'t see your face
they will never find you
rotting in this place
carved are all your friends
meat dangling on hooks
blood soaking the stones
screams haunting
These ruined walls, what do they hide?
Who lives behind reinforced gates?
By means of force you’re seeking access
And curse me with the voices you evoke
Poised daggers scratching at the
I need do no more
for the most wretched despair
lulls me into these dens of lunatics
that are strangely possessed by tint and varnish.
ill tempered and miserable
these cities afflicted by
I will not venture out alone
outside - out there -
where winds whisper within dead trees
can you hear the chanting?
... hang on to hope...
can you hear their whispers?
... hang on to hope in
this flesh... a cage open to every wind
yet wings no longer echo here,
for having learned to call things by their proper names
they stray away form fear.
when I shaded my eyes
I was closest to clarity
for I have tasted salt and thy blood
even behind words.
untamed, unpowdered wings;
thy hair loosened in sleep
still restless after many years
as
stray voices
have opened the gates
to powerlessness;
and I can\'t even bring myself
to declare emptiness
as words fail to come together
all I know is the taste of blood
she rose grim, cold, in tears
had flowers rotting in her hair in bloom
red feathers smeared with ash and bitter tasted
the blood red waters of the moon
and she strayed charmed
many a year now
I prize my wounds
and often sigh
as the high moon enwraps the shore
for even words are at a loss
upon the verge of war
cruel winter rises once again
and screams draw breath
upon this
here her altar shone
upon a midnight charm
in autumn\'s fire bourne
by feral madness won
I heard words yet unspoken
wind\'s breath in artless prayers broken
- can you not hear? they dance to
as slumber lured me
I heard her say:
\'you know that you can wish me away...\'
\'please, stay!\'
- so near that I\' ll sigh -
just let me look into your eyes
eyes of a child I did not know...
this is thy night
alive and young and undefiled;
like ashen leaves drifting away
upon the lazy seas of May
thy plumes shall lead autumn astray
as dead days end muted, dismayed...
and now I\'m
unsay the charm
forlorn and lost
as the high moon comes hither;
stand stark and straight
where waters stir
and mute dirges still linger;
drink deep of me
as thy pale hope
seethes in my veins
enter the iron gates of me
and spread the wings that have been coiling me within
red winters will endure the light
as silence drowns the screams...
*
and let there be more light
for I am a
*
all hail this miserable bane
murdering, ecstatic pyres
they pass in glory the old light
as altars shine afire.
**
we fall by course of nature\'s law
ancient, wayward and dire
we will obey
the trees are growing restless
they feel the season change,
alive once more thy prowess
let chaos rearrange.
upon bleak summer skies
the moon evokes thy dawn,
invoked by heartless cries
by
unearth thy speech in my own tongue
and speak of lunar fire
weave thy dark spells in dusk adorned
bourne out of blood and mire
whisper thy sign, which sound recalls
new voices to