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THE MOTHERS SONG - from Whore Bomb EP

So lonesome to me, for my stone will not true,
 unto the falsity of this false city's view,
 for the angles are fangled in fang gill and fever,
 so lonesome to me...an untrued believer,

So lonesome to me, appraising a praising,
 ground into the ground where the herdings are grazing,
 where the dust does't a dalliance, moulded by molded hands
 so lonesome to me that it calls itself man,

So lonesome to me that the apple appalls,
 for the walls they have ears but the ears they have walls,
 though they gorge in the gorge of the irresolute,
 so lonesome to me, they will not taste the fruit,

So lonesome to me, this fork in my tongue,
 but my scales are a-tipsy with what must be sung,
 and my heart is a bell that demands to be rung,
 so lonesome to me that I slither among,

For I peaked from my peak, an heir of the air,
 high on the wind that does layer my lair,
 from these withering heights did I cast you my call,
 but you prayed and you prayed and you preyed that I fall....

Kay Fable

So I've been thinking. Like, a heart turned upside down looks like a bum. Right? A bum drop. Can you even imagine? If it was raining bum drops?


"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...

Pill Grimmage

5 year fathom watches watches,
stillborn every second second,
every biding breath it botches,
every burden bares it's beckon,

"time's the cup that drinks from you,
the carvened starvened quaffing challice,
press it to your lips anew,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom weighs the way,
in 1/16th of ever after,
kindle-clocks counting decay,
in oft regurgitated laughter,

"every thought's a treason plot,
a handle hewn in cares grown callous,
picks you up to smash you down,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rode the road,
it's pressures poured into impostures,
each angle set to explode,
in seamy seams of dream imposters,

"drown your druthers cupid-careful,
find no fears and make no malice,
still you simper for a stareful,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rolls the roles,
the marrow-masks that try to wear him,
tumblings take of tithing  tolls,
their irredeemers
set to scare him,

"dampen drove the bridal bridle,
purity's your pleasure pallace,
phallacy's your idle idol,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

Mike had a stroke. We are still done.of.it.

i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,

I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,

so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

THE MOTHERS SONG - from Whore Bomb EP

The Doneofits