Monday, September 30, 2013

The Beautifully Vile
9/30/2013

Every thought, emotion, and physical sense
Bares a past a future tense
The vices of virtue and the beautifully vile
Replace an honest face with a wicked smile

I know that you'll do whatever it is you will
Incase comes the need for every special skill
Every endeavor will ever end in art
It's the process of slowly taking things apart

And as we know, the learned do this well
Only they handle the fragile
only they speak in spell
The lovely the ugly and the beautifully vile
Have always been the only thing
that could beguile my awaiting trial

And the most wicked heart is mine  you see
Its weight and size is hard to believe
The good and the evil of the beautifully vile
And I can only hope it will all be worthwhile
Heavenly Houses
9/30/2013

Come with me to these heavenly houses
Follow my footsteps into the clouds
And let's discover what it's all worth
In leaving science and the religions of the earth

And here I will feel a veering pain
That holds in its teeth my mind in iron chains
I will open my eye of the holocaust
And leave everything I've already lost

A feeling of fire ignites my insides
Forever needing the moment when it abides
And leaves me dumb and numb
a soulless beast
Or the deathliest fire that should've never been released

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Never
9/28/13

This life is crass, and not meant to last
It could end, for anything, at any given time
Everything's turning into darkened shapes
Every human being is going to die

I'm riding a wave of the most delicate, violent decay
Deep in my soul, I know, everyone's slipping away
Heaven and Hell war over the sickened sky
And the nighttime comes again,
a holy manifestation
of God's greatest creation
The brilliantly dark imagination,
And unknown realism of inspiration

The thing that art will resemble in some way
The course of construction and congruent stage
When you wear that dress nothing else could matter less
And nothing else could matter more to me

This is the bottom line, the reason for this malicious crime
Someplace, lost in bitter-sweet exile,
Caught between what isn't and is worthwhile
Deep in the earth, roves a forgotten star
Looming in the ghost, never near, never far
This eye sees all and knows where you are

And I will never curse the marring of human souls
And I will never grasp what I know I'm meant to hold
 

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Sleight of Hand
9/15/13

This life is divided by worth
Seen in the stars surrounding Earth
I can feel the presence of power
In the passing essence of every hour

Something elusive refines the mind
A thing that must be lost to find
Lingering souls linger in houses void
The numbest feelings are then deployed

And, ever so lightly, 
they'll pass through the window 
And embracing slightly the guilt of sorrow
They will seek omniscience in their life and lot
And the elaborate science of being forgot
Child Of Night
9/15/13

Centuries there in the vine of sin,
the Hounds of doom are grooving within,
In resounding, reveals its hidden bounds
and Layer the ground upon its hinge

Dead stars deny the mortally wounded skies
Over and around the darkness and the abyss
From breaths of life that are perfect lies
Near the memories that exist with simultaneousness

I know you are there, in the vapid vacant air
Gulled the depths of prayer, I fall into your light
and How you return love with a motionless stare
is To replace my blindness with your sight

Centuries on the spine, of all that is mine 
Oh Child of Night, make it alright
The good and the bad, of the lives we've had
Oh child of Night, I'm already dead