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« : Eylül 21, 2008, 19:07 »

And When He Falleth
"Be my kin free fro carnal sin,
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."
"There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dementéd - blindfoldéd by light,
Nourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."

"Might I too was blindfoldéd ere,
"The quality of mercy and absolution,
Tho' years have master'd me
Whence cometh such qualities?
A masque of this to fashion:
Build thyself a mirror in which
Seer blest, thou best philosopher!"
Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!"

"'Tis the Divine Comedy -
"'Tis the Divine Tragedy -
The fool and the mocking court;
The fool and the mocking court;
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."
Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,
Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame;
Earth beareth no balm for mistakes -
We hold the Earth fro Hell away."

[Dialogue:]

That cross you wear around your neck;
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

Yes, I believe - truly.

Then I want you to remove it at once!
- and never to wear it within this castle
again! Do you know how a falcon is trained my
dear? Her eyes are sewn shut. Blinded temporarily
she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until
her will is submerged and she learns to serve -
as your God taught and blinded you with
crosses.

You had me take off my cross because it
offended....

It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....

Believe?! If you believe you are...gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

There is also love and life and hope.

Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist...he is long
since dead. Someone...something rules in his
place.

[sung:]
"Believe? In a deity long dead? -
I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn;
Whith faärytales fill'd up in head;
Thoughts of the Book stillborn."

"Shadow of annoyance -
Ne'er come hither!
...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
Ne'er to ascend again..."

_____________________________ _________

Cheerful Dirge
Hap mirthfulness! - oh joy of grand riddance;
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd.

Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -
I deem the brood hath wan'd - foe'ermore?!

Fro the chasm of the bosom, i hand back.
Hark! my dove - henceforth i bulwark thee! -
Feathers of swans in my pillow - i cede my heart.
Make haste! - i pray - respond my plea!

Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of many battles!

...and of kinsmen weeping for the slain!
Please! - heed my words;
In thy sorrow i will kiss thy tears -
In the bliss i will take thee by thy hand -
The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor -
And harken the nightingale sing oh so blithely!

On his knees... a plea to harvest roses;
No heed for the thorns yon count!
Wherefore vow me?
Wherefor this gildéd proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair? -
Morn of a joyous day! flower 'twixt weed!
Fertile desert! cheerful dirge!
Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy me;
Lest 'tis an act of wont!
Many are the drapes that my past bury -
Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!

Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!;
I bethink dotingly only thy weal -
Therein abdiding with thee
Is for me the grandest boon!

Forgive me for deeming thee direfully -
Yet i was a triffle daunt'd.


_____________________________ ____

Envision
He tries to see, although he can't
He tries, but doesn't understand he calls on a different
Phone-line
No one that he knows an out of focus acquaintance
Speaking in a silent parlance "remember me", breaks the
Silence
A recurring line again he's looking for something
Can't see that he's stranded he's just moving/going somewhere
He just can't stand this feeling no more he feels the blood run
Through his veins
Tries to get up, be young again his face in the bathroom
Mirror
Someone looks at him his undisputed kind of self-love
Weaker than it used to be like "don't forget me", breaks the
Silence
A different life begins he's looking for something
Can't see that he's stranded he's just moving/going somewhere
He just can't stand this feeling no more looks in the mirror,
Feels the snag
Packs his bag and picks a map "don't forget me", seems inapt
He doesn't want to know "don't forget me"
He's looking for something can't see that he's stranded
He's just moving/going somewhere he just can't stand this
Feeling no more
He's waiting for something becoming a vision
He's just moving/going somewhere he just can't stand this
Feeling no more.


_____________________________ _____

Siren
Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom, know i not; 'lack! am i of twain -
And as a crux - cede i my words -
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
Have i been 'sooth sinsyne.
Be left without - come!

Thine voice is oh so sweet, i speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"list and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'od! - the foetid - eft hie back i mote;
For what i did my soul atrounced,
How i wish for thee again,
O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.
Will i give thee it: troth.

Thine voice is oh so sweet, i speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"list and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

_____________________________ _____

A Distance There Is
Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st
Aside;
And i am trapp'd -
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that i am of innocence, yet thou let'st thy
Lass into peril
-
Thou let'st me be parched;
My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden, "come back!", thou sayest -
There i soon am to be - but how am i to run when my bones, my
Heart!
Thou hast me bereaft! -
But run thou sayest; i run -
And there and then i behold that a time will come when i again
Dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay -
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending;
So by a dint of smite i gait ere i run and melt together with
Dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?!
After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional
Depths -
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beatiful moments shared, deliberatlely push'd aside -
...a distance there is...
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« Yanıtla #1 : Ekim 11, 2008, 23:50 »

Seraphic Deviltry

Whether He the quaint savant's power doth hold I know not,
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -
Quoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is He held,
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host added are -
Pelf they are, dare I say!
Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry
I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
To claim the glore is He suffer'd.
"Grant me the fallings", quoth He, "the fatter the better!",
And died they of starvation;
They are not slaughtering their fatlings;
They are slaughtering themselves.
Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
And dare I say this burden weightful was,
Wrack of His machine-like motion was I named,
Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike - yet whetted a dight are its edges

_____________________________ _________________

Automatic Lover

Don't you wanna end up with this mister?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you're not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
From the automatic lover's store
To the first floor of your backroom door
From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl
In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl
From the window of the red lit shop
To the hop-hop of the fluid swap
To the bang-bang when the wallet's gone
And the run-run when the heat is on
From the automatic lover's store
To the first floor of your homeroom door
And the cry-cry of your better half
To the laugh-laugh at your minuscule staff
From the plead-plead when you really want in
To the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spin
From the flush-flush of the bed-time art
To the raging heart when she doesn't do her part
Don't you wanna end up with this mister?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you're not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
Out the door-door to the dance-dance hall
To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl
From the drink-drink until on the floor
To the blink-blink of the girl next door
To the rock-rock until off the hinge
To the luck-luck to complete the binge
From the rush-rush when you're feeling bored
To the second floor of your homeroom door
To the plead-plead when you really want in
And the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spin
From the fug-fug of the bedroom air
To the hug-hug of the professional lair
To the automatic lover's store
Where it feel-feels much less like a chore
To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip
To the electric trip of the perfect strip
Hey you are you oh-oh are you I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah
I owe you a kissy baby
Hey you are you oh-oh are you
I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah
I owe you a kissy baby.

_____________________________ __

Poppea
Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! -
A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil,
Thine feral grith with me, Poppea, be Hell's hap;
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy.

And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee;
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine 'hem apart.

Of marrow, do na mell; I am Morelle -
The bosom'd Titivil; travail me; a fáin,
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet,
Displode me in a font - Poppea, do what thou wilt.

And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee;
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine 'hem apart.

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« Yanıtla #2 : Mayıs 17, 2009, 17:42 »

Storm

Can you see the storm getting closer now?
Tell me how it feels being out there

A moment's glimpse of his vignette
As he shone a light on the falling wall
Instant pictures form shattered persons
Whenever he leaves there's a tainted mark
Flashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smoke
Revoking from the past things less provoked
Any which day, there is no relief
Adhesive words, spoken silently
The shattered man

Can you see the storm getting closer now?
Tell me how it feels being out there
I want to stay with you, and I see it clear now
You are giving me no choice
Let the rain pour down

He's holding for the moment of the fall
Stolen knowledge by minds unformed
Regulate the demolition of annexe for the differing thoughts
Discarded sparks left years ago
Evoked a language much more austere
Reverberating with figments
He left a trace of translucence

Shattered man
There's a shattered man in a shattered land
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Begin And End

Don't know inside from upside-down
We praise the famed unwittingly
If we had read that we are but illiterate
What would we do?
Keep inventory of things that we do not owe

Even at a standstill we are spinning round and round
We're lost but found
Nowhere is right here
Talk to us long enough and you will be perplexed
Begin and end

We talked in a language that we didn't understand
Hiding things that were obscure while the people are searching
Leaving our lives, staying in the same location
Proving me to you, proving you to me
Looking at pictures of people we do not know

A first preview of something we have seen before
A host of one tracing the invisible

We danced side by side to a different monotone
We practised our stargaze every day in the daylight
A plan with no abstract outlined in the concrete
A man opposite us is out-of-sight and unknown

Never far nor all too near
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Beauty Of Deconstruction

Echoes that somehow
Can surround us
Can resound through stillness
Like thoughts of shifting this balance

Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases
Your revelations displayed at two thousand expositions
The mind is going out now
Slowly passing by windows
And someone's silver shatter-shape

Re-form perfect symmetry
And give us dis-concord
Find a place to be now
To a-view the beauty of deconstruction
In a surplus of noise that no one hears
Where silence surrounds us

Idyllic translation
From quiet to noise
In every city street made of steel and concrete
Passing adjoining buildings that fall apart
Forever sincere
Remind me of these times

All features shattered
Slightly off-key
Scattered and forgotten
The patterns vividly deformed

Shine a light on placid visions to revere
Found a place where structures come down
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