the poor moon looked up
and an angry god
looked over my shoulder
into the lights of my eyes
I sat peacefully on a green lawn
the sky was lit with black
and the grass scorched
I saw an eternal flame in red
infinite pain
all you have to do is ask
the white mystic
a man with golden flaxen hair
walks with mighty breathless air
and soundless hooves from freshest snow
under the mooney glow he stares
and on his mighty stamping steed
he climbs up mountains of golden sand
and remembers stories in ancient words
these ancient people never heard
with books of leather bind he writes
with sea-born ink, and quill in hand
a pouch of yeast to make the leavened bread
while others in their hovels sleep
the smokes did rise and in their hovels they do weep
these people with their glory and their leagues
with a feathered quill he does write
with all his glory and his might
walks with mighty breathless air
and soundless hooves from freshest snow
under the mooney glow he stares
and on his mighty stamping steed
he climbs up mountains of golden sand
and remembers stories in ancient words
these ancient people never heard
with books of leather bind he writes
with sea-born ink, and quill in hand
a pouch of yeast to make the leavened bread
while others in their hovels sleep
the smokes did rise and in their hovels they do weep
these people with their glory and their leagues
with a feathered quill he does write
with all his glory and his might
intro-spection
my eyes are my own
in a twisted wilderness
sworn to tantrums
of emotion
swarming up from the ground
I watched from a tower
as cool winds embraced
the guitar
of a twilight
like an unknown lyre
my voice is my own
and the swirling books
of an endless night
become patronage
I wander, stricken
swallowed up by trees
towering in tablets
learning me
in a twisted wilderness
sworn to tantrums
of emotion
swarming up from the ground
I watched from a tower
as cool winds embraced
the guitar
of a twilight
like an unknown lyre
my voice is my own
and the swirling books
of an endless night
become patronage
I wander, stricken
swallowed up by trees
towering in tablets
learning me
shock
the bellowing sky
reached up
and I tasted nickel
cool and fast
the acrid smell of skin
clothed in scent
tied to the trees
of an endless sky
I watched a colorless
moon, lift up into heaven
empowered by the scene
of a tormented soap
the towers of a slow sky
shot into our slain
mischief
I lost myself in the clothes
of a daunted booth
a carnival of lost children
who walked unknown
reached up
and I tasted nickel
cool and fast
the acrid smell of skin
clothed in scent
tied to the trees
of an endless sky
I watched a colorless
moon, lift up into heaven
empowered by the scene
of a tormented soap
the towers of a slow sky
shot into our slain
mischief
I lost myself in the clothes
of a daunted booth
a carnival of lost children
who walked unknown
the lights
swept into the abyss
with crystalline entities
my total value swollen
by an angry past
blinking lid's caress my youth
in silent lightening
as a modal mind
becomes careless and worn
I cast myself up, floating
spiraling into the stars
anchored in the black
topped off
with unidentified fluids
a thousand lights follow
as I chase the past
borrowing lava
in certain caverns
of truest soil
the whirlwind shapes us
in this beguiling craft
I awoke moments later
as a drowning, angry druid
and we left the building
with crystalline entities
my total value swollen
by an angry past
blinking lid's caress my youth
in silent lightening
as a modal mind
becomes careless and worn
I cast myself up, floating
spiraling into the stars
anchored in the black
topped off
with unidentified fluids
a thousand lights follow
as I chase the past
borrowing lava
in certain caverns
of truest soil
the whirlwind shapes us
in this beguiling craft
I awoke moments later
as a drowning, angry druid
and we left the building
borderline
gentle whispers
bounce in screams
and taint the clamoring
bus stop at dawn
I rock like a clown
in a bowed box
a present for a dark
forbidden holiday
the stage lights gleam
and my eyes seep
from the sockets
onto a million stairs
cool morning approached us
in the blinding ache
of our brooding airs
and painted icons
flicker in frames
blown like glass into footsteps
and shimmering lights
bellow smoke from a train
domination in the black bag
a strobe light beckons
in a thousand crystals
of our swollen
and sticky stomach
the speakers blare
leading swift inquiry
from these clouds
grey and beaten with rain
bounce in screams
and taint the clamoring
bus stop at dawn
I rock like a clown
in a bowed box
a present for a dark
forbidden holiday
the stage lights gleam
and my eyes seep
from the sockets
onto a million stairs
cool morning approached us
in the blinding ache
of our brooding airs
and painted icons
flicker in frames
blown like glass into footsteps
and shimmering lights
bellow smoke from a train
domination in the black bag
a strobe light beckons
in a thousand crystals
of our swollen
and sticky stomach
the speakers blare
leading swift inquiry
from these clouds
grey and beaten with rain
when kissed
the cool wind approached me
on the glorified bus
telescopic words embrace
in serendipitous trust
I swallowed up a pale moon
awaiting the sworn
closed in a brown chamber
of a cantankerous june
the plain grass is torn
in chlorophyll's tone
and music escapes
mine eyes, lost and worn
the summoning past cheers
sweating a pure liquor
as twilight rises
over a delinquent city
on the glorified bus
telescopic words embrace
in serendipitous trust
I swallowed up a pale moon
awaiting the sworn
closed in a brown chamber
of a cantankerous june
the plain grass is torn
in chlorophyll's tone
and music escapes
mine eyes, lost and worn
the summoning past cheers
sweating a pure liquor
as twilight rises
over a delinquent city
platinum child
her smile is like satin
of a timeless moon
with ruby lips
that spark a wordless me
I claw my way
from a wild dress
but she is patient in
sometimes somber seams
the soft gift of her voice
melts the heir
as crownless as a queen
sworn to secrets
and tongueless yet
sometimes swarming seams
the beating drones
cast up in darling wind
like her laughter
lifts up and down
in silent bounding beams
of a timeless moon
with ruby lips
that spark a wordless me
I claw my way
from a wild dress
but she is patient in
sometimes somber seams
the soft gift of her voice
melts the heir
as crownless as a queen
sworn to secrets
and tongueless yet
sometimes swarming seams
the beating drones
cast up in darling wind
like her laughter
lifts up and down
in silent bounding beams
la fleur
subtle moons awake
like the dream flow
of her lips
intricate in increments
the noon day sun
rises over the city
tiling the ground
and overcoming
the slick filth of night
and this vivid globe
fades over the hillside
unfolding into shadows
that were burned
to the ground in black
slow dreams bloom
as gentle streetlights
glow from her lips
emblazoning paths
I'm a certain animal
drawing in these eyes
breathless in perfection
towering in burmese spires
there are unimaginable sermons
in her myriads that waltz
as succulent fruits
fall from the vine
like the dream flow
of her lips
intricate in increments
the noon day sun
rises over the city
tiling the ground
and overcoming
the slick filth of night
and this vivid globe
fades over the hillside
unfolding into shadows
that were burned
to the ground in black
slow dreams bloom
as gentle streetlights
glow from her lips
emblazoning paths
I'm a certain animal
drawing in these eyes
breathless in perfection
towering in burmese spires
there are unimaginable sermons
in her myriads that waltz
as succulent fruits
fall from the vine
blue
towards the sand
of a blown tornado
in it's swift wind
that blindly approach
the blooming bus
i worked in the dusty
yard.
washing the windows
of a word
slow in it's letters
forgotten symbols
in the code of Ra
which approaches
us in our guidance
of love
there is no grain
and the scythe
is clean
blue winds of endless rain
collapse our sick minds
in the dirt of a sick
permanent liquor
the burning approach
of this army
clothes us in the music
of the past
of a blown tornado
in it's swift wind
that blindly approach
the blooming bus
i worked in the dusty
yard.
washing the windows
of a word
slow in it's letters
forgotten symbols
in the code of Ra
which approaches
us in our guidance
of love
there is no grain
and the scythe
is clean
blue winds of endless rain
collapse our sick minds
in the dirt of a sick
permanent liquor
the burning approach
of this army
clothes us in the music
of the past
bells
the sudden ringing of bells
from far windsor county
as I slip into a viral
street light
cornered by the tasteless june
but when I count
on this fingerless hand
and the tears fall
from her eyes unto mine
I sip carefully of the forgotten
stream, delicate in it's movements
the sick purple jaundice is gone
and it's slick daunted rays are robots
as I dance alone
on this careless beach
that shows us cornered
in a hospital's air-conditioner vents
from far windsor county
as I slip into a viral
street light
cornered by the tasteless june
but when I count
on this fingerless hand
and the tears fall
from her eyes unto mine
I sip carefully of the forgotten
stream, delicate in it's movements
the sick purple jaundice is gone
and it's slick daunted rays are robots
as I dance alone
on this careless beach
that shows us cornered
in a hospital's air-conditioner vents
shaking the leaves
of a tree
and cawing
like a Neanderthal
with scaly knees
he drops from a limb
legs hitting the ground
but do not bend
"Remember me?"
his hardened palms
are like stone
his body stretched
with sober mind
he has traveled by
boat for weeks
drinking tea
while paid volunteers
stack like cards
beneath
a quick boney snap
and the dirt seperates
as a bag of trash
is pulled
thru the alcove's
statues
a red blinking light
as frames collide
a careful incision
and he reaches inside
the metal door snaps shut
by a thrift store
and the boat sails back
into morning
never to return again
of a tree
and cawing
like a Neanderthal
with scaly knees
he drops from a limb
legs hitting the ground
but do not bend
"Remember me?"
his hardened palms
are like stone
his body stretched
with sober mind
he has traveled by
boat for weeks
drinking tea
while paid volunteers
stack like cards
beneath
a quick boney snap
and the dirt seperates
as a bag of trash
is pulled
thru the alcove's
statues
a red blinking light
as frames collide
a careful incision
and he reaches inside
the metal door snaps shut
by a thrift store
and the boat sails back
into morning
never to return again
servants
clothed in a thousand isles
as the slow movement
of shadows
in the clueless words
of a murmuring wisdom
forget
the cool waters embrace
her eyes, as servants
of a pale moon
telescoping glass
on the limitless horizon
of her darling lips
I walked on a flowing
forgetful hiway
slow-stepping in the mild breeze
swallowing teepees' innocence
but torrents awake
as I dream
of warm bread
in a sleepy meadow
before dawn
when the slick morning
beats our eyes
with aching surprise
I look up
and forget
though I disclose
in serpentine mist
and swallow up
a wild moon
without shadow, or light
in slow steps
a million tommorows
become smoke and sermon
in this tent
servants
as the slow movement
of shadows
in the clueless words
of a murmuring wisdom
forget
the cool waters embrace
her eyes, as servants
of a pale moon
telescoping glass
on the limitless horizon
of her darling lips
I walked on a flowing
forgetful hiway
slow-stepping in the mild breeze
swallowing teepees' innocence
but torrents awake
as I dream
of warm bread
in a sleepy meadow
before dawn
when the slick morning
beats our eyes
with aching surprise
I look up
and forget
though I disclose
in serpentine mist
and swallow up
a wild moon
without shadow, or light
in slow steps
a million tommorows
become smoke and sermon
in this tent
servants
sans alliteration
snooping fearfully
along the summer's edge
weeping till mourning
following the mist
arisen from a sullen,
booted toe
as far echoes glance
thru Turin's Shroud
glued to triumph
as swarming as beads
of our honeydew nectar
and serendipitous trust
the low moon shakes
amber and clanking
filling a billowed blanket
like a bag of dust
there are warning shots
as our bower drops
turpidly cutting the air
anon a sultry tear
and blasting, and shaking
the plank loose
as we forfeit breakfast
for morning
along the summer's edge
weeping till mourning
following the mist
arisen from a sullen,
booted toe
as far echoes glance
thru Turin's Shroud
glued to triumph
as swarming as beads
of our honeydew nectar
and serendipitous trust
the low moon shakes
amber and clanking
filling a billowed blanket
like a bag of dust
there are warning shots
as our bower drops
turpidly cutting the air
anon a sultry tear
and blasting, and shaking
the plank loose
as we forfeit breakfast
for morning
a dissident's cave
lying prone, gorged and purposeful
in the swollen midnight
part of a cursed brethren
of a far away Asia
a scar on my forehead
a scar on my hand
the burned impressions
inverted in a careful split
becoming of a foul, smoky
and lying tone
buzzing along-side
a careful practitioner
in scented pricks
the pristine fluid
reabsorbed by my body
leaving the skull
I now hearing warnings
from this cursed tent
as we taste the salty sea
limitless in it's sultry waves
sworn to secrecy
in this cloudy den
hearing the snap
of an incense stick,
and smelling the cloudless
doom of her clothes
we're stuck in ashes
and movies are made
as the putrid stench wafts
from a cutter's knit
in the swollen midnight
part of a cursed brethren
of a far away Asia
a scar on my forehead
a scar on my hand
the burned impressions
inverted in a careful split
becoming of a foul, smoky
and lying tone
buzzing along-side
a careful practitioner
in scented pricks
the pristine fluid
reabsorbed by my body
leaving the skull
I now hearing warnings
from this cursed tent
as we taste the salty sea
limitless in it's sultry waves
sworn to secrecy
in this cloudy den
hearing the snap
of an incense stick,
and smelling the cloudless
doom of her clothes
we're stuck in ashes
and movies are made
as the putrid stench wafts
from a cutter's knit
clincher
singing a song
that nobody knows
in the delicate
intricacies of doom
as time spirals in bits
between the street lights
in the unimaginable
burning of night
we are the invincible
we are the impossible
sweater-wearing nymphs
of the apocalypse
slow burning in the waters
which cage a hybrid variety
that is not inclined to live
but is to sick to die
that nobody knows
in the delicate
intricacies of doom
as time spirals in bits
between the street lights
in the unimaginable
burning of night
we are the invincible
we are the impossible
sweater-wearing nymphs
of the apocalypse
slow burning in the waters
which cage a hybrid variety
that is not inclined to live
but is to sick to die
mobius time-fuck
if I wait at the bar
poised in an Irishman's
hands, but clothed
in sequence as a tool
I will raise up my pint
to the absurdity
and profundity of it all
as if swollen by circumstance
a weird ripple in time
loops around my face
like a thousand serpents
cloistered by God
I have worshiped the bottle
for to long, it seems
but I shape the future
with my eyeballs and ream
the clothing of this certain doom,
clings to me like plastic sheeting,
as purposeless and swollen
as a falling whale
but the sky is breeding whales
in blubber clouds
I am done with this foolish
cheese sandwich of doom!
Goodbye, world!
poised in an Irishman's
hands, but clothed
in sequence as a tool
I will raise up my pint
to the absurdity
and profundity of it all
as if swollen by circumstance
a weird ripple in time
loops around my face
like a thousand serpents
cloistered by God
I have worshiped the bottle
for to long, it seems
but I shape the future
with my eyeballs and ream
the clothing of this certain doom,
clings to me like plastic sheeting,
as purposeless and swollen
as a falling whale
but the sky is breeding whales
in blubber clouds
I am done with this foolish
cheese sandwich of doom!
Goodbye, world!
innocents
I've heard
the howling screech
of a towering griffin
with greedy talons
and iridescent wings
but I just want
the simple things
like the smell of
oak leaves
on a summer day
as the shore swells up with foam
curdling tears
in lonely notes
of a song
that makes us smile again
the reality is memories lost
while skirting through the grass
alone by an effervescent spring
coming deep from a sink hole's quells
as torrents of bells
blast and ring
swallowing a shore-bird's scat
from the bag of a tanner's moon
but if I listen closely
I can still remember
innocents lost
as our eyes rolled
black and blue
in the exhaust of a truck stop
when we tried to hitch a ride home
the howling screech
of a towering griffin
with greedy talons
and iridescent wings
but I just want
the simple things
like the smell of
oak leaves
on a summer day
as the shore swells up with foam
curdling tears
in lonely notes
of a song
that makes us smile again
the reality is memories lost
while skirting through the grass
alone by an effervescent spring
coming deep from a sink hole's quells
as torrents of bells
blast and ring
swallowing a shore-bird's scat
from the bag of a tanner's moon
but if I listen closely
I can still remember
innocents lost
as our eyes rolled
black and blue
in the exhaust of a truck stop
when we tried to hitch a ride home
dust
the perception of youth lost
first to dust
then the needle
the past has a way
of finding you
thru your dreams
no matter what
thought I was going to
break the cycle
thru orgiastic fervor
I am a triumphant fool
roaring thru a tunnel
I swarmed up into
the alley
through a pot hole
now poetry is prayer
as I dream of kids
locked in washing machines
and guns in the palmetto
I hear the subtle Om
drifting almost silently
down a muggy alley
and calls on the phone
from Grandma
first to dust
then the needle
the past has a way
of finding you
thru your dreams
no matter what
thought I was going to
break the cycle
thru orgiastic fervor
I am a triumphant fool
roaring thru a tunnel
I swarmed up into
the alley
through a pot hole
now poetry is prayer
as I dream of kids
locked in washing machines
and guns in the palmetto
I hear the subtle Om
drifting almost silently
down a muggy alley
and calls on the phone
from Grandma
exams
sloppy needles
pierce a long vein
belittling my face
as I hammer my head
with shaman's nails
over, and over
I pace, laughing maniacally
at the poor doctor
with his easy eyeballs
still, I forgive Them
for their conspiracy
pierce a long vein
belittling my face
as I hammer my head
with shaman's nails
over, and over
I pace, laughing maniacally
at the poor doctor
with his easy eyeballs
still, I forgive Them
for their conspiracy
the doctor
"Give me a martini, extra dirty."
multiple identities,
split
later he was a cowboy
with green promises
now he has a crew cut
at the bar
my life is a lucid nightmare
from a hospital bed
sour and crimson
stuck in that impossible,
shadowless room
I've done this before
"Here, hold this."
I'm handed... instruments
He shows me... pictures,
points and says
"You did that"
"Now get out!"
I stagger away drunkenly
tripping over the tips
of my cowboy boots
in the cracks
of a silent brick
Georgetown alley
I stop by a canal
wobbling in a daze
loitering in front
of an empty bottle
smelling the acrid water
under a bridge,
where I normally sleep
clothed like a bum
in the chilly fog
of the Potomac
but it was just a man,
with a doll
in a foggy alley
after all
multiple identities,
split
later he was a cowboy
with green promises
now he has a crew cut
at the bar
my life is a lucid nightmare
from a hospital bed
sour and crimson
stuck in that impossible,
shadowless room
I've done this before
"Here, hold this."
I'm handed... instruments
He shows me... pictures,
points and says
"You did that"
"Now get out!"
I stagger away drunkenly
tripping over the tips
of my cowboy boots
in the cracks
of a silent brick
Georgetown alley
I stop by a canal
wobbling in a daze
loitering in front
of an empty bottle
smelling the acrid water
under a bridge,
where I normally sleep
clothed like a bum
in the chilly fog
of the Potomac
but it was just a man,
with a doll
in a foggy alley
after all
lost in the black
darling nymphs attack
on the delinquent wings
of another man's crimes
but all I have
is memories of a hooded self
and I have boils,
now that I'm
scarred straight
sticking like goo
to the towering spires
and lost in a million
sparkling tiles
but fortune beguiles
I saw the lights
of an ancient city
that paints the sky
emblazoned with gray they were
with giant, sparkling blacks
I lost myself in these,
the eyes
of my darling friends
that spy
whimpering for freedom
they took me home
saved me from doom
delivering me
free and welcomed
as a child
of an absolute and certain God
on the delinquent wings
of another man's crimes
but all I have
is memories of a hooded self
and I have boils,
now that I'm
scarred straight
sticking like goo
to the towering spires
and lost in a million
sparkling tiles
but fortune beguiles
I saw the lights
of an ancient city
that paints the sky
emblazoned with gray they were
with giant, sparkling blacks
I lost myself in these,
the eyes
of my darling friends
that spy
whimpering for freedom
they took me home
saved me from doom
delivering me
free and welcomed
as a child
of an absolute and certain God
the cage
a sleepless monster
showering in snow
sober, and drawn
from the pulsing night
he tethers his feet
to an endless road
and plows, breathlessly
to the river's edge
through it's foggy
and merciless glow
he has fallen in
gasping and drowning
in the multitudes
screaming to the sky
from a sea of stars
the onlookers stare,
and clap, and yawn.
judgments are made
but no one cares.
he doesn't drink,
or smoke,
or hunger?
he is inept and fumbles
with words?
he is nothing
but a whimpering animal
with a ridiculous
and impossible fantasy
caged in a dark
and petulant shroud
a silent weakling
who's roaring loud
showering in snow
sober, and drawn
from the pulsing night
he tethers his feet
to an endless road
and plows, breathlessly
to the river's edge
through it's foggy
and merciless glow
he has fallen in
gasping and drowning
in the multitudes
screaming to the sky
from a sea of stars
the onlookers stare,
and clap, and yawn.
judgments are made
but no one cares.
he doesn't drink,
or smoke,
or hunger?
he is inept and fumbles
with words?
he is nothing
but a whimpering animal
with a ridiculous
and impossible fantasy
caged in a dark
and petulant shroud
a silent weakling
who's roaring loud
danger
I drink
to keep my steam
I blow a trick
watch me light
like a dynamite stick
along the borders
of our confined
and faded memories
I sit on the shoulder
of an endless highway
but there are no free
ways
O sublime and calcitrant death!
I am lost in a thousand sequined,
drains. Swallowing the milky water
of freedom
Though I miss the short,
flailing tongues
of a minister's dragon
at the pulpit of Cimarron
to keep my steam
I blow a trick
watch me light
like a dynamite stick
along the borders
of our confined
and faded memories
I sit on the shoulder
of an endless highway
but there are no free
ways
O sublime and calcitrant death!
I am lost in a thousand sequined,
drains. Swallowing the milky water
of freedom
Though I miss the short,
flailing tongues
of a minister's dragon
at the pulpit of Cimarron
Excerpt Of The Big Heist (Trails Of The Empire, January 2001)
"He is to dip his finger into the blood and sprinkle some of it seven times before the LORD, in front of the curtain of the sanctuary." Leviticus 4:6
Red gypsies howl before the dawn becomes insane.
Their eyes blow lurid, golden sand,
as they meet the splendid caravan.
A man of hemlock tears moves by the rain dancers.
Splash the ghouls as they haunt an outer circle,
squander away their arts.
What dismal procession, what rue of heart.
The lines are filing away, as druids malaise
for the wanton night.
Red gypsies howl before the dawn becomes insane.
Their eyes blow lurid, golden sand,
as they meet the splendid caravan.
A man of hemlock tears moves by the rain dancers.
Splash the ghouls as they haunt an outer circle,
squander away their arts.
What dismal procession, what rue of heart.
The lines are filing away, as druids malaise
for the wanton night.
Excerpt of Queen II (Trails Of The Empire, January 2001)
A poison essence calms my dread.
As princes follow in soundless room.
What daemons pad, what pharaohs ghost?
I send my lyric unto the plague,
that in the morrow I shall host.
A reason to survive this tattooed wreck
The princess follows in darkling dress,
her silken loom.
"What reason do I in the morrow host?"
My learned, prophet's soul emotes.
As princes follow in soundless room.
What daemons pad, what pharaohs ghost?
I send my lyric unto the plague,
that in the morrow I shall host.
A reason to survive this tattooed wreck
The princess follows in darkling dress,
her silken loom.
"What reason do I in the morrow host?"
My learned, prophet's soul emotes.
Ode to the Cosmos
May we keep our indignant friends for hearts sake
We watch you for the first time,
as bearer of the lines
The Maker's water tingles at their final escape
Let the murk suffuse with a final dawn
in our nightly death of sleep.
And in the morning hold our fruits,
and yearn for the arrival of wisdom
O heralding cosmos!
Gently a poet, with luxuries hand
Mystery is gone in blemished,
succulent sand.
Stone is older than I.
Cat's a'quicker
Memory arcades define
Words assassin lifts a hand,
with bleeding fascine
While personal tribes, and bribery bicker
I want to forget this all
and become a serial reminder.
Circuitry, wild eyed
tampered, revolute
Particles design what symmetry forbid
(cruel arms and lashing tongues)
I will give no further inquiry, I will give none.
We watch you for the first time,
as bearer of the lines
The Maker's water tingles at their final escape
Let the murk suffuse with a final dawn
in our nightly death of sleep.
And in the morning hold our fruits,
and yearn for the arrival of wisdom
O heralding cosmos!
Gently a poet, with luxuries hand
Mystery is gone in blemished,
succulent sand.
Stone is older than I.
Cat's a'quicker
Memory arcades define
Words assassin lifts a hand,
with bleeding fascine
While personal tribes, and bribery bicker
I want to forget this all
and become a serial reminder.
Circuitry, wild eyed
tampered, revolute
Particles design what symmetry forbid
(cruel arms and lashing tongues)
I will give no further inquiry, I will give none.
princess
thru words so subtle and divine
I see the princess and she looks for me
thru the smokey yet cloudless room
I heard her voice through deepening time
when I see her in her dress
I will wake from dark orders of limitless lines
and when I wake up from distress
I will see her darling nymph dance upon the leaveless
vine
I see the princess and she looks for me
thru the smokey yet cloudless room
I heard her voice through deepening time
when I see her in her dress
I will wake from dark orders of limitless lines
and when I wake up from distress
I will see her darling nymph dance upon the leaveless
vine
Excerpt of Queen II (Trails Of The Empire, January 2001)
A sparrow flees above the night.
I scatter fro and claim her name.
Follow the swan to a porters' gate,
With three hundred tails in this city's hour late.
It flickers frequent, a flailing burn.
My tissue has claimed the secret wish.
Has loathed all martyrs, stammered blind.
I reckon in the soft demise.
Clamor 'board and wrecked the night
It has made me savor all the pain.
I scatter fro and claim her name.
Follow the swan to a porters' gate,
With three hundred tails in this city's hour late.
It flickers frequent, a flailing burn.
My tissue has claimed the secret wish.
Has loathed all martyrs, stammered blind.
I reckon in the soft demise.
Clamor 'board and wrecked the night
It has made me savor all the pain.
raven heart
I watch her glide, this raven
through gentle hearts of snow
which beats inside her veins
with seven breaths in tow
and if I heard that subtle breath
so delicate below
as I watch, remove her dress
while seven bridesmaids glow
through gentle hearts of snow
which beats inside her veins
with seven breaths in tow
and if I heard that subtle breath
so delicate below
as I watch, remove her dress
while seven bridesmaids glow
Capital
lay on the tracks
splay in the snow
in front of a house
which has no name
a satyr begged me
to jump from the train
but now sanctity
has laid sermon o'er me
has removed all lethargy
and all doubt
let me take you
I will show you
all the days in love
let me take you
I will show you
where The House Of The Living
was erected
where perfumed rubies
clothe themselves
in the slow scent
of hours lost
and great crystalline entities arise
o, beguiling craft!
let me take you
I will show you
thru The Deacon's Glove
splay in the snow
in front of a house
which has no name
a satyr begged me
to jump from the train
but now sanctity
has laid sermon o'er me
has removed all lethargy
and all doubt
let me take you
I will show you
all the days in love
let me take you
I will show you
where The House Of The Living
was erected
where perfumed rubies
clothe themselves
in the slow scent
of hours lost
and great crystalline entities arise
o, beguiling craft!
let me take you
I will show you
thru The Deacon's Glove
crazy bitch
the black pearls of her eyes
flow like dark sunshine
on the summoning sweetness
of her smile
I watched a thousand birds
sing, as she walks, as I kneel
before her in the limitless verizon
of her lips
When I sit on the grass before her
and see the pounding of our flesh
in the limitless gaze of her faceless
shadow
flow like dark sunshine
on the summoning sweetness
of her smile
I watched a thousand birds
sing, as she walks, as I kneel
before her in the limitless verizon
of her lips
When I sit on the grass before her
and see the pounding of our flesh
in the limitless gaze of her faceless
shadow
dipsomaniac
tears pour off of her drunken lips
desperate yearning, in my endless
calculation of self
all I want is to touch her face
and listen to the drip of her
softening hips
if she leaves I am nothing, but
a husk, a tempted and ruined self
masked in endless tears that trace
her falling wings upon the dirt
and forlorn tips
desperate yearning, in my endless
calculation of self
all I want is to touch her face
and listen to the drip of her
softening hips
if she leaves I am nothing, but
a husk, a tempted and ruined self
masked in endless tears that trace
her falling wings upon the dirt
and forlorn tips
time
and when I wake up from this sleep
I will hear my darling angel whisper
when birds with silver trumpets weep
in morning meals, upon the tinder
with grass through lightening shade
shadows cast through her tail
I watch her writing on the limitless maid
tools, bricks, mastery of night and trail
I kiss her hair, but there is no response
I will hear my darling angel whisper
when birds with silver trumpets weep
in morning meals, upon the tinder
with grass through lightening shade
shadows cast through her tail
I watch her writing on the limitless maid
tools, bricks, mastery of night and trail
I kiss her hair, but there is no response
perfection
the sound of her voice fills my tough
thought
I heard the pale whisper of her soundless
touch
in a thousand blue seas, with closed clams
on a reef
when she smiles I will know
thought
I heard the pale whisper of her soundless
touch
in a thousand blue seas, with closed clams
on a reef
when she smiles I will know
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