Orpheus to Eurydice,
will you please come back to me?
Only if you don't look behind,
if it don't matter you won't mind,

I met the Goddess today,
she said " everything's okay,
you're going to find your own way home"
I met the Goddess anew,
she looked a little bit like you,
but your insides are filled with scorn...forlorn

Trying to find my proper place in the story,
some call it shame some call it glory,
trying to find my proper place in the play,
maybe tomorrow cause its not today,

Snake bite of sole of your Satyr eyes,
played your part and laid your lies,
I can only conjure up your shade,
in this Hades that we've made,

I've got a date with the dead,
and a dog with three heads,
and some comic relief to make Pluto smile,

I've got this sunshine of song,
where everything belongs,
but all the notes have turned to bile...so vile

Severed, my head heard on these shores,
singing this lonely song of yours,
torn apart by hateful hands,
who could not hear nor understand,



Orpheus and Eurydice

Still I try,
and I bang my head upon a fountain,
long run dry,
drinking my tear drops cold from counting,
lullabye, tell me why,
 why you lie so cold and truthless...

I know why you're so dead ended,
stranded on those sulphrous shores
You're a flock of flaws that's tended,
by mine-is-mine-but-give-me-yours,

so here's a little suggestion,
you better repose the question,
because the question holds the answer,
control your chaos starry dancer,

my songs, belong, for sure, to her...my pure...

because I'm waiting,
for a Vril maiden,
I have no time to fight with you,

I've got my ascension,
 my fourth dimension,
I'm not going to drink your witches brew,

because I'm waiting,
For my Vril Maiden...



For A Vril Maiden

I've been stuck here now since: I don't know,
and it's about time I told you so,

didn't you regret in when you opened up and bled it,
when you took the time did you not see the pain?
but now that I look around,
at this new shore that I found,
oh wow, when I saw the fee,
but now what it means to me,
and as though it were al the same,
you'd play the same old game?

I've been stuck here now since I don't know,
and it's about time I told you so,

often they've been waiting slowly,
looking for the sun,
"are you gonna please become the one"
isn't there a place to be I-used-to-make-you-moan?
are you gonna find your own way home?

oh, absolution says tomorrow sings the Gods' sad song,
are you gonna please make up your mind,
consecrated into sorrow, the 'morrow will be mine,
all I have to do is nurture time,

Listen,
Listen softly, 
listen awfully,
listen to me,
I hope my first impression learns it's lesson,
 cause it's wasting away,




Surrogate Cuckold

Is that really you?
microwaving my head,
 and all the things that you've said,
and SAY:
"are you gonna break my way?"
said the night to the day,

I say you
you say the prettiest things to me,
oh you,
you say the prettiest things to me,
when your not threatening death...by bad breath...

I ,
seems I got some bad breath too,
I might have learned it from you,
I'm a BIG fan,
but now I'm stuck in here,
trying to learn love through fear,

I say you
you say the prettiest things to me,
oh you,
you say the prettiest things to me,
when your not threatening death...by bad breath...

I know we fly upon these brooms,
but how 's' about we clean up our rooms?
what do you say?
by the light of the day,

wouldn't I learn my place,
if we could turn fury into our grace,
the moon has no light,
 without the sun's sweet sight,

am I right?
am I right? 

She...
just a mind control trigger to me,
and yet strangely,
 enough,
it's such heady stuff that I can't get enough,

and then you,
you try and seed this betrayal through me,
you try and seed a betrayal through me,

and I know that she's tough,
your little Jilly Goat Gruff,
but hasn't she had enough?


Cotton Fever,
fat Fanny Mae and her zipper,
fat Fanny..she's UNCANNY!
fat Fanny Mae and her zipper,

I'se trying to grow my earlobes,
(while) you're trying to bend me,
got caught in the book of Job,
it's SO unfriendly,
trying to make some new friends,
everyone HATES me,
that's how my story ends...
at least lately,

you've been stealing me lucky charms,
so I've been pulling your fire alarms,
my sweaty hands on the lever,
as if i had cotton fever,

 squeegee tickets long expired,
fat Fanny, Fat Fanny Mae,
Fat Fanny..she's UNCANNY!
Fat Fanny Mae and her zipper,

it's like hunting a buffalo,
you gotta sneak up,
sneak up REALLY slow,
with your squeegee,
make sure that they don't know,
that they don't see me,
next little thing you know,
"just take it easy"
doesn't matter where you are,
cause I'll be sneaking up on your car,

and I'M GONNA WASH YOUR WINDOW
yes I'm gonna wash your window...

sounds like this:

WIPE...
SWISH...

...FORNICATE!!!! 





Cotton Fever... Fanny Mae...Expired Squeegee Tickets

your feet don't touch the ground,
and I've been finally found,
reflected in your eyes,

a conduit for God on earth,
the muse enthuse your blessed birth,
incarnate flesh disguise,

my Dew,
Dahlia Chai,

here I pluck an Orphic Poultice,
suddenly it seems it's Solstice,
my soul sister,
 mister missed her mystery,
I kiss her free,
oh how I love the sweetest egg to ever hatch,
and she's hatching by the batch,

the bird's call her name,
they call for Dahlia,
my Dahlia,
I love all of ya,
my Dahlia,

as above so below... 

Dahlia

I'm Vain Jangles the doll,
pull my puppet strings...stings...stings,
take me off of the wall,
and you can  here me sing...ring ..ring...OUCH,
make me do anything..ring...ring

please take me home,
 and play with me alone,
and when your done?

just throw me back in the closet!

strings tangled,
awkward angled,
fear fangled,
mind mangled,
me..he, he, he,

I'm Vain Jangles the toy,
11.95$, I've...I've...
not become a real boy, 
but I'm still alive...I've...I've...OUCH,
I don't mean to annoy...oi...oi,

just take me out of my box,
and cut off all of my locks,
and when your done?

just sell me in a yard sale!

strings tangled,
awkward angled,
fear fangled,
mind mangled,
me..he, he, he,

how'd I get tangled in my strings?
of pain and shame and broken wings...
you cut the wings off butterflies,
then tell those worms they're ten feet high...
but we'll reclaim Psyche ensouled,
back from your Monarch mind control....


Vain Jangles

Coldsome

didn't I wait up?
I thought I'd find you there...
but tied into the tide,
a man must sharpen his stare,
so must I drown to lay me down,
upon these shores of yours?

the tide speaks through me, a lunar pull,
the water's angry,the moon is full,
jealous of my star,it steals light,
thy corpse maiden of the night,

you who cannot conceive:
Satyr decieved,
you don't have to believe...

...You'll be-leaving anyways...

I saw your dead planet,
shriven, a frozen husk,
The Ashtaroth riven,
 a mongering dusk,
dead ended they descended,
to feed on the greed of this rite of fall,

they who can only bereave,
Satyrs decieved,
don't have to believe...They'll be-Leaving anyways,

seed of the Stars in your chest,
even the cursed shall be blessed,
let the sunshine be your crown,
though the night strike you down...

you just think with your heart,
and see with your mind,
and say what you are!
say what you are!

you will if you will!

those breathing only for change,
so teething lonely and strange,
those breathing for change!
for CHANGE!
for CHANGE! 







Satyr Decieved

No good deed doth go unpunished,
in this Qlipoth,
hide your virtue lest they hurt you,
till it falls off,

The devil told me,
he doesn't want you to kill and eat the girls and boys,
so I relayed his message,
that your supposed to compose odes to joy,

now I'm sorry...I'm so sorry,
I'm sorry most all of the time,

..."oh you sorry 13th Son of a Saturnine"...

They once made me forget me,
with the blood and the cud and the slime,
and they made you forget too,
cause you think it's a ladder you've climbed,
except it's made of broken human spines,

No good deed doth go unpunished
in this Qlipoth,
no revealing tender feelings
they'll be lopped off,

the devil he told me he doesn't want you,
to poison and devolve mankind,
so I relayed his message,
that your supposed to purify your minds,
be ye lecher or fetcher,
or another catcher in the rye,

I says "no ma'am...I'se just programmed,
I've been programmed to live and then die,
on this tight rope called no hope,
beneath a pustulent boil for a sky,
and you're all dancing,
cause it's lancing,
and your thankful the heavens do cry,
cause your throats have been so very dry."







 
 

Qlipoth

Oh Eternity, when you gonna open to me?
I've been taking your measure,
I've kept mine eyes on thee,
though it meant a trade for this pain,
from those palpitant pleasures, 
Oh Eternity, when you gonna turn my bent key,
and send me sweet forever?

When you gonna open up?

Oh Eternity, send me a melody,
I've been bad...making hate to a shadow,
only in my dreams,
 she stifles all my screams,
I'll admit it's the best sex I've had though,
in years,
I save myself through tears,
I save myself through saving myself
Haven't I been faithful to you?

Oh Eternity when you gonna open up?

siphoning the sunshine,
for this structure of sound,
kneeling on the ceiling,
for this teenaged feeling,
don't you remember?
the music was the only thing,
 you could really trust,
surrounded by the grounded,
all their love impounded,
their black holy hearts,
heaving out a heaven hewn,
of manacles and malice,
forever was much to soon,
lips upon the chalice,
to drink the river Lethe, 
that it may drink your breath,

Oh Eternity when you gonna open up?

 
 



Oh Eternity...

  Ljosalfheim descends to manifest on earth through the divine faculty of human inspiration.

 The tenebrous ones appear to degrade and devolve.

 A mortal  battle ensues for the heart, mind, and soul of the artist.

 Ljosalfheim is victorious but the vessel is weak. The dark ones infect him with a cellular mutiny. 

 His defeat is his ultimate victory. This body is fleeting, but Faith is FOREVER... he will be back...

Onward to VICTORY!  

Op.#2 in i minor (part two)

The artist is made to confront his most fateful fears and darkest desires as the tenebrous ones attempt to make his shadow into more than just an absence of light.

Op.#2 in i minor (part one)


"Sol-Etude"

Whose helping me harness my faith to my doubt?
 Solitude my sufferance, my drawn draught of drought,
 here hidden I'm bidden stay within without,
 for hither I wither, with her my devout,

Solitude my succor, my dew dappled dawn,
 with all the draws blind, and with all the blinds drawn,
 here winsome I lose some, for no one will knock,
 on doors of rapport that I can't help but lock,

Abridged on a bridge of my purest intention,
 paining abstaining in absent abstention.
 when I reach for my true love, they call it dementia,
 and terse is the curse as I'm hung in absentia,

Solitude my sweet, she will never betray me,
 a loan all alone, she'll be-nighting me daily, 
 and she will never leave me, I will always be lonely,
 my whisper well wailing an ailing if only,

If only I looked in the mirror without seeing,
 mechanically separated human being.
 if only my creed wasn't always decreeing,
 my yes and my know forever disagreeing,

Solitude my sweet, she sings me to sleeping,
 for her it is sure I won't give way my keeping,
 my footfall is felled upon quelled living water,
 my sweet isolation, so glad that I've got her,

My sweet Ice-elation, so cold are the crypts,
 of this solar eclipse, ellipsed twixt her lips,
 where I shiver me down, haunting silence with sound
 precision of vision, by beauty I'm bound,

For my love is a lawless perfection enfolded,
 and the ideal is flawless, but I can't seem to hold it,
 when I try to embrace it, it circles my square,
 "Be ye breathless and deathless and lighter than air?"

"Just how long is your longing? how low is your lonely?
 would you be long in belonging, if you owned your if only?
 does the weight of your waiting incense you incessant?
 for your past it has passed, yet your present's not present"

Her words were welling up in venerate violence,
 that spoke and then spoke till those spokes wheeled a silence,
 a silence endowed in a lauding so loud
 I did plead 'neath the need of the oath I had vowed",

"Well..."

"I have thought with my heart, I have seen with my mind,
 I have turned blank pages to benefit the blind,
 a moot muted song to the deaf did I croon,
 as I ran through the land of the bland noon-tide moon"

"I've had smoke on my mirror, I have swallowed my sword
 and I'm light as a feather and stiff as a board",
 I've not lain with the lyins... I've not gone on the lamb,
 as-in-nine I have been exactly who I am"

"a black circle of salt was wound into my wound"
 and my orchid was orced, and my sun it was mooned,
 and my breath it was baited till my death was assured,
 and not once did this dunce ever slur the pure word"

... Breathe...

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