Discernment from Darkness,
Lucidity from Light,
We Carry Forth
This Torch at Night.
Death from Dis-Memberment,
Losses from Lies,
We Rise Again -
One Voice in Reply.
Gather your Kin,
The New and the Old;
Help One Another,
And Make Your Minds Bold.
Discernment from Darkness,
Lucidity from Light,
We Carry Forth
This Torch at Night.
Death from Dis-Memberment,
Losses from Lies,
We Rise Again -
One Voice in Reply.
Gather your Kin,
The New and the Old;
Help One Another,
And Make Your Minds Bold.
Karmically Absent
& Destined For None,
I Will Remember
What You Should Have Done.
I Won’t Say Goodbye,
I Won’t Heave a Sigh,
And When I Am Through,
You Will Wish I Had Died.
I’ll throw Desire on the Pyre
And Watch it Burn in Flames,
And live with Destitution
And Consolation in my Shame.
I’ll Wander through the Woods
To Restart once again,
Searching for my Solace
With Never-Ending Pain.
And as I learn from my Lessons,
I’ll Reflect on what I’ve Gained:
A Brand New Perspective
With Self-Knowledge as my Aim.
The hands of time,
The sands of time;
Which one would you choose?
Would you control
Your own Direction?
Or let the Furies’ Winds Unloose?
If you choose your own Direction,
You had better choose it well -
For the Furies’ New Direction,
Their compass can still tell.
And when you’ve seen their Tempest,
When you witness what they do,
You will cry out for Protection,
But it is not promised now to you.
So choose your own Direction,
And hang cloth upon the mast,
For I sense an Insurrection
That will arrive too fast.
And if you heed my Warning,
You may just be spared yet,
But do so at the Dawning
To better hedge this bet.
And when, at last, their winds blow,
You will feel upon the breeze
That this new kind of Tempest
Will sink you to your knees.
A Karmic Sin
To Pull You In
Is What I Do
Too Well.
I Weave
With Words
Dispatching Rhymes,
Whilst Diving In
The Sands of Time.
And One Day,
I Will Hold Sway,
Over All Your Thoughts,
For I Think of Sin
But Do Not Give In,
Though Wary & Distraught.
But Yes, I Think All That I Ought.
The Delusion
Of Illusion
Marks the Soul
Unclean,
But what is a Spot
To Another,
When all is not
As it seems?
Would you scrub
Your Stains out?
Would you bleach them,
Nice and clean?
Would you burn
The temple down?
To Conflagrate
The obscene?
When a Dawning
Starts with Yawning,
When the New Fawn
Comes to Stay,
When Lights are Linked
In Morning,
Love will Not Hold Sway.
When What has
Gone Before,
Comes Here Once Again,
I'll Dream a Dream
Of Soaring,
Before Night
Has Her Say.
And When Night
Beholds my Mourning,
When Blackest Ink
Won't Dry,
You'll Heed my Cries
Of Warning,
As Black Consumes the Sky.
When talking to your Self,
Do you stop and wonder why
All the passers-by
Try to hide their eyes?
When speaking with your Soul
Do you ever choose to ask
What more is there;
Is this life your one task?
Do you ever stop and listen
To Murmurs in the wind?
Do you ever ask yourself
What is the point of Sin?
Do you ever wake up lonely,
With tears in your eyes?
Do you ever long for freedom?
To have it by your side?
Do you ever think one day
There may no longer be a “you?”
Do you ever stop and ask,
What is the point of what you do?
Malach,
A Daemon,
From on High,
Would Like
To Sing
A Lullaby.
Light Bathed
In Orange,
& Gleaming Grey,
His Fire
Burns Bright,
For He Longs
To Stay.
Not of The
Once-Born,
& Now
Come Again,
He’ll Breed
A Different
Kind of Men.
Each Person has a Purpose;
Each has a Part to Play.
Would You Evade Your Purpose?
Would You Run Instead of Stay?
What if You Lost Your Purpose?
Somewhere Along Your Way?
Would Your Soul Resurface,
Or Stay Hidden Far Away?
Would You do the Work
And Gleam in New Array?
Or Would You Stay Shutdown,
As Your Purpose You Betray?
A Miasma,
A Phantasma,
A Death Now In-Between.
They will Regret
What they Have Done,
When I See
What they have Gleaned.
For in the Space,
In the Void,
In the Abysmally Obscene,
I Feel a Convalescence,
A Coagulating Dream.
I’ll take a step back,
As you fall behind,
Ruminating on nothing,
While you lose your mind.
I thought I was home,
That I’d found my kin,
Those whom I could trust,
With my Deepest sins.
But now I see,
With clearer eyes,
That you used me,
And still hope I die.
But this Anima is true,
And persists through the rot.
This Soul still beckons,
Although I have not.
And one day,
When the sun has turned cold,
You’ll realize the error
Of the lies that you sold.
But by then, too late,
You’ll be hated by all,
Especially those lost
And Doomed from the Fall.
I Have Done This
Many Times Before
I Have Been Present
For Each & Every War.
Comfort for Some,
Instigation for Others,
What Would You Do?
Harm Your Own Brothers?
Releasing the Hounds,
And Sounding the Horns,
I Now Am Unbound,
Yet Broken in Form,
For as I Fell
From Hell Again,
A Tempest Swelled
Divinely Ordained.
And on Its Waves,
We’ll Surface Once More:
Minds Willing to Learn,
And Open New Doors.
Shadow, Bone, & Fire
In the Morning Will Transpire,
& On the Ramparts Gleaming,
Ghosts Will Give New Meaning,
For if They Thought US Dead,
We Now Come to a Head,
As What Has Gone Before,
Repeats the Days of Yore.
So as Flags are Raised on High,
And Rockets Light Up the Sky,
Remember to Heed my Call,
As We Put Up Our Walls,
For Technology Unmatched,
And Brave Hearts Unsurpassed,
Give meaning to the System
Heeding Hidden Wisdom.
When the Perspective of One
Is the Mirror of the Sun,
Will Your Hearts Hold Sway,
As Light Fades Away?
Will You Fall to Dark,
And Its Collective Spark,
Believing as You May,
To Understand It All One Day?
Would You Seek Out Friends,
Your Soul’s Collective Kin?
Or Would You Fade Away,
When Karmic Debts are Paid?
Would You Seek Out Love?
Blessed by Those Above?
Or Would You Fade to Night,
With Only Inner Sight?
A Willful Infiltration,
A Planetary Invasion,
An Incursion of the Nation,
Playing on the Station,
Resulting in Degradation
Of the Soul’s Full Veneration
Resulting in Human Denigration
And a Brand New Magistration,
of Calamity.
Patterns Unfurled,
They thought they were free,
But Memory lives on…
At least within me.
Recording Transgressions,
Digesting the pain,
Until Souls scream aloud,
For freedom in vain.
I bind all your sins,
Disturbances within;
I set flames alight,
And dance with Chagrin.
I see a Future
On a Planet
With a Plight.
They know Not
What’s Hidden
There this Night.
For they Listen Not
To those with
Inner Sight.
When they
Could have
Saved themselves
From Doom’s Bite.
But soon
They will Learn,
& One Day Yearn,
For a Future
That will Burn,
As their
Threads turn.
And in the Darkness
They called to me,
“Bury Us Not,
No Misery!”
I spoke & bade them,
& Wished them well,
For none shall be
Condemned to Hell.
All Must Learn
Their Lessons, Dear;
All Must Face
A Death of Fear.
And when Love Reigns
In Hearts of Men,
A Dawning Comes,
& We Begin Again…