I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue
the foreboding that worse lay in the dregs
as I await some Stroke of Doom
From a corner of this weeping earth
my thoughts unfold onto this world
and leave me cowering for refuge
from torment and pain
In silence I weep
for lost memories so deep
that I have torn all ties
with the physical
So let me build a wooden bridge
to the moon
and I will rip the heavens apart
with my thoughts and my anguish

Linger in forgotten mountains all alone
Cold beneath the moon
Seek me and you'll find me
Licking dirt from the ground

Mountains are mine
Foundations of fine wine
Never will you find
For they are buried in my mind
In silence I weep
My loneliness so deep
For they are buried in time
Realised in your mind

Overwhelming anguish
seeps through these veins
turning my blood to ice
never to flow again
Under innumerable stars
in vivid brightness
my mind was naked for all to pick
Now free to roam
across the jagged pieces (of heaven)
wrapping myself round pieces (of heaven)
Thoughts start to creep
around my heart
in vivid brightness
in vivid darkness

The cold night draws in and the children are skulking

With fear of reprisal, but the Mountains are Mine

The Mountains Are Mine

Lie in endless wait behind some cold shadow for a stream of stars that have long since died.
Their burnt cinders fall upon my heaped corpse and seep into my open pores.

With the deadened silence of my exiled mind shattered a torturous word crawled to the darkest cavern of my being where a dim glow resonated from the eyes of my dead dream and tore a hole in my lachrymal sleep.
'Twas as if I had motioned the skies to part, and a piece of heaven to tumble past my hungry eyes when a single lonely drop fell to the inviting earth and buried unending furrows to carve me open.

An absurd drop of pain within such a vast ocean of disease
presented a dismal glimmer of searing bliss that passedin such a blinking moment
that it might have slipped unnoticed but for the piercing cries in my heart
The dismal moments have now passed to flounder between the sea
and disease and lay waste to your bubbling pores.

The soft murmurs poured forgiving 
and with envious assault laid waste my breath
In fleeting moments of joy a knock betrayed the vigilant ear and drowned in vastness.

You see through the dream, behind the vacant smile of the dead 
And cut the seams, that held together my breath
Lifeless I lie, thoughts tear my mind and you fly
Your sharpened breath, echoes these halls for life
Slip the warm knife through my searing flesh
Nefarious agony slips inside my smile

As the swallow lands and bleeds, to suck the light and with it weave, dark veils of strangling gloom to cover this silent room.
A fragment of shuddering light appeared and began to bite at the air, so thick with deceit, that all stood still, all was weak

to echo through your soft, murmurous heart 
and pierce your every word.
The dreaming veil strangles your shortening breath
as oceans of pain wash through your open veins and pour to the inviting earth.

To leave not a trace of those moments
that filled the empty halls and cold 
would be to close the shutters on the day(and to dream behind a veil). 
The word that crawled around inside falls away.

The Words That Crawled

A moonlit balcony reveals a majestic beauty
"When grief wrapped its cold arms around my body
The embers still flicked in the autumn of our love"
The sight of your beauty breaks the hold of sorrow
on me

Wandering with passion in our hearts
Smelling the melodious scent of orchards bloom
In the midst of life twisting we bleed
On a mountain top, gazing at the evening sky
Mesmerising fires breath, eternal life
Adorning tragedies, the wind carries
Fatal embrace in harmony
Somnolent crying

Leaves fall caressing out body
Empty the world we once knew
Our fires of passion and bliss
Doused by rains of of [sic] morrow

Autumnal Fires

Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight
with its dead promises. Nothing makes sense in an imaginary
world that no one can touch. In the strange hours I dream of evenings 
under moonrise and of fashioned ideals before they could turn
and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers. Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to the unmoving view.

The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail
tomorrows empty heaven. The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils
and the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips.

There is something painful in the first spring bud of life, it tears at the insides and claws at the doors of tenderness 
that riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard.

To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created or to turn and gaze
at the clouds? It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in
a distant memory that only seem to trespass when the night is clear.

The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
of a narcissistic funeral 
that injure my dreams
narcissistic dreams

The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair and the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres. The lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye but eventually overwhelms to send us cowering.

Narcissistic Funeral

Til' the needle
finds the vein
The drug hits
Eyes grow dim

Deconstruction, purified
Sublimation intensifies
Habit hardens veins
Softens the bleakness

Softens the bleakness a marker for disease
A hole where we leak out of existence
A long lingering in my throat
As all life's blood drains away

The body suspended in the dark
Bitter gall hiding like organs
In a jar blackened and grinning
Twisting and contorted tipped with poison

The malodorous mix of bottom feeders
Crawl from the primordial soup stunted and deformed
Flesh eaten to the bone eaten from the inside
Bones crushed crushed to dust
Nothing escapes but poison
The body radiates violence a parasite of thought

Deconstruction, purified
Sublimation intensifies
Habit hardened veins
Softens the bleakness

Deconstruction intensified
Softens the bleakness
All life's blood drains away
All life's blood drains away

Habit hardened veins
All life's blood drains away
All life's blood drains away
Deconstruction sublime

The Sickness

Anesthetized sleep
Just conscious of life
Collapsing around
Us in grainy pieces

A rare alchemy of sea and stars explode
It mesmerises me
What we have known of pleasure was nothing
The frenzied passion, it strangles, suffocates
But the space intrudes, malign and ruthless

A hundred years explodes in that half moment
Stepping outside the temporal load time unstuck
For this is the peak the moment time slows down
Where gravity disappears from the vacuum

Blood rushing through ushering the rays of chaos
Everything becomes non linear, an endless space
As shivers creep down my spine all else in waves
In the conscious hour the hour of none

I feel it tighten round my throat
As i strangle out whats left
poisonous veins bulge the residue of pleasure
My skin it crawls with the primeval rush

Its strangle how the mind can twist
Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse
Poisonous veins bulge with the residue of pleasure
My skin it crawls with the primeval rush...

Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse
To one vast chord of wound
That already clots and stales
In the darkest hour the hour of none
The conscious hour the hour of none

Mourning Beloveth

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