  --gift of delusion--
I'm complicated, I'm benign
a flower portrait on an abyss...
razors lash in ballads,
her eyes reflect a symphony..
LIES.....
the trees repel the wind,
light nourish this dirt...
LIES....
our hearts may fill our stomach,
a mind can empty this earth..
LIES....
love be, before in hand...
LIES....
we will as have,
eat the souls husk...
lies..
and her eyes were mirrors... as mine..
and her glass holds suffering... as mine..
we met eyes....
and the suffering, was.....
Infinite......

sound scape by-(((DYBBUKYM)))
poem and vocals by- thedarkofmaya

Deaths Decay (gift of delusion (rough mix))

---Light is filth--
receive this my gift
there where light is saved
the sloth
the desire
the striving
 the loved
 the record
  the born

sound scape, poem and vocals by- thedarkofmaya

Light Is Filth (gift of delusion)

------The Cliff-
I can't stop surviving,
the cliff is coming.

Acoustic sound scape, poem and vocals by- thedarkofmaya

The Cliff (gift of delusion)

In between the cries
of sweet suffering souls
tormented in life
tale to tell
from long ago
don't make the same mistakes
as the ones before
let memories save us
from ourselves... 

 -sound scape, poem & vocals by- (((Dybbukym)))
 -violin by- thedarkofmaya

In Between Cries (gift of delusion)

-Consulo Discidium-

The cross is paper, still they hold flame.
Was there glass upon our feet?
The cross is so far.
Still I reach, I sip kerosene.
The distance crawled over caltrops.
YES, there is glass upon our feet.
I am lead to the cross.
My trail is a reflection of flames.
Our sky is upon my back.
Still I crawl, I sip kerosene.
THEY, walk near me, so close.
The cross holds my gaze.
Reflections have crossed my path.
I visit these images...My trail is ablaze.
All is so still, slow like this earth.
The cross is within reach, as are the flames
And still they walk near.
All the flames stare.... AS I.
The cross draws my tears, all the flames stare...
YES,YES, I feel the parchment upon my hand.
So soothed are we the reflections.
To not be the flames.
........the cross is on fire,
(Annex of Flame)

-piano sound scape by- (((Dybbukym)))
-poem and vocals by- thedarkofmaya

Consulo Discidium (gift of delusion)

- -  -- Puddles of Mercury -- - -
A sea of stars reflecting the heavens
their worlds seep through dreams
our dreams are the stars
asleep we are the sea
is not the mind born of flesh
is not the flesh born of earth
is not the earth born of stars
are not the stars born of the heavens
are not the heavens born of dreams
then is not the dream born of mind
then what dream not be
then what reflect not of our sea.

 -sound scape, poem and vocals by- thedarkofmaya

Puddles Of Mercury (gift of delusion)

-Atomos-
love is the ego's lover
knowledge is its stealth
virtue is but the toy box of the ego
crown, sin and others its toys
revelation be its sight
reverence is its light
enlightenment is the ego's greatest trophy
we but its pedestal
denial of itself its wealth
and death is its big brother
your only free between wake and dream

 -guitar, poem and vocals by- thedarkofmaya

Atomos (gift of delusion(rough draft))

-Harmonic Density-

In the soil 
we bid you farewell 
our tears 
our hearts 
we are aching 
from the perspective of living 
death is a birth

all air, dense, in the dark of me 
swelling breath beyond it 
tumble through a glimpsed 'unseen' 
a rise of parallels accrued 
in the collective rinse 
ocean, river, fractal hiss 
of static song, through ozone 
beyond inner, through outer 
circumnavigates your globes

there is a joyous shout arising 
there is a song 
that seeks an exit

- drums, poem and vocals by - http://soundcloud.com/dave-migman
- guitars and editing by - http://soundcloud.com/thedarkofmaya

Harmonic Density (Dave Migman & thedarkofmaya)

-Click Shut-

I'd click the eyes 
I'd go static 
lubrication gone in mouth 
the desert gasps 
of parchment tongues 
in keeping with the turning wheels

be ready, no more, no less 
for hollow skulls 
are hard to read

We sail the lights 
ocean void dance 
through brittle shapes 
wrought about our lines

Some clutched close to heart 
some stapled to mind 
an ideological dream cull 
misers out and tyrants in 
a see-saw depository of virtue 
for this hee-haw society

There is some clutter 
some birds flying over 
snap shot in windows 
the lens ensnares the image 
nothing is forgotten 
no, nothing is forgotten

- poem & vocals by- http://soundcloud.com/dave-migman
- guitar & mixing by- http://soundcloud.com/thedarkofmaya

Arc (Dave Migman & thedarkofmaya)

Warning. The leviathan is route. 
Haste this forgetting. Begin. 
Linger not on the past. Morter it. 
Your homes are unmarked. Locust. Come. 
Your step feeble. Child. Locust. Come. 
Locust, feed........ . . . Oh the death. 
Numb to the paths husk, you will. 
Locust. Will . Hunger as you will. 
Hunger. Feed upon your brother. 
Death is the gift. Intent. Is route. 
You have been warned. Prepare....

sound scape by-http://soundcloud.com/dybbukym
Poem and vocals by- http://soundcloud.com/thedarkofmaya

Flight of Locust (gift of delusion)

Morla, I've no tears left to cry only blood in the mourned sea I lie 
and say it filled of love how strange love reflect the sky 
I don't want suffering eyes anymore I want back the fear the death the love the striving 
razors lash my mind for knowledge to die but I know the source I've weened the illusion 
with the blood from our idol the gSoUdN Only nothing can feed nothing 
they cut my brains spinning they cut my cell don't come here this place is grey 
it's worse without fear the pain the cross men had sharp sight too 
to align the suffering and we say embrace love hate darkness light fall flight 
I know what this is it reflects from you so bright on me the skin turns blue 
an empty thing each for the Asheik fool all is saved even the charade 
they want to escape but the sound is faded how can pure be when made from this 
mindless hope poisoned the young as meant too misinterpret correctly the misinterpretation 
give not your life to the child less you do it's soul may be using you 
the truly young are sacrificed it's a rule of the language of the sire 
now iv'e made two and the pure light seeps through they've escaped 
your pain is worse and I with slits in my eyes 
now when I see this thing I see it suffering dying memories of pain 
will you stay to see the blood sea I cry for you hold me high so I don't drown 
thou you will 
-by -http://soundcloud.com/thedarkofmaya

Forced to Drown

-pawn------------------------- ------- -- - --- - ---- - - - - - - - 
blinding curiosity in all direction 
feel my way through fields of hate 
this labyrinth do exist 
agony screams irony 
laid love, only as the dove fly 
and my foot, deny not 
it's place.. it's place..... it's place.........

sound scape by-http://soundcloud.com/dybbukym
vocals by- http://soundcloud.com/thedarkofmaya

Doom Clock (gift of delusion)

This is nothing  more than a
'Feeble Effort At Realization'.
Fear is unknown, the unknown is above us.
Love is heavy, it sinks us below.
When taking in all our current belief and knowledge base one can only cower 
in fear and awe at the sheer enormity 
of our existence and the infinite realms, 
more vast than this one, in which our perceived consciousness explores.  
Thus in comparative hindsight it 
would seem we are in fact all in the
'Least Of Virtually Everything'.
   l o v e

-The artist of 'Gift Of Delusion'
http://soundcloud.com/thedarkofmaya
http://soundcloud.com/catalystchris

-These are bands and projects  the artists of 'Gift Of Delusion' are also involved in.
http://soundcloud.com/catalyst-4
http://soundcloud.com/six-over
http://soundcloud.com/dybbukym

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