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To have forgotten; asleep in the thorns of wound
or laying sweetened and glowing in its hold
as dream and life abandon you
bewildered with cloud and silent haze
Triumphant Cain has returned;
without his father’s love to resurrect his only kin
“We have killed, we have sinned,
but we are not merely them –
sometimes love makes grave mistakes.”
Coffin in tow, to life unknown:
“It’s not age, but callous – my unsteady hands.”
I am fury beside your empty,
I am your burning pregnancy!
Will you dig my bones, are you even alive?
The awoken vein, the spirit is nigh!
“Momento Mori,” anointed upon our birth
The grey, the drain, entwined with promise
Knelt before the changeling sun,
knowing this time was not the first
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That it forfeits its kingdom
or fails to overtake it,
and I hope that so much dies
or is left on its sickbed
to mull over its waste and fear
and that we leave it to rot in its quarters
Reactive decay, never having felt
the spark of our lordless bloom;
for I tire of teaching the quivering
to walk on florid legs
or feral kindness offered in vain
as the first gestures of love
Stay paradise or rebellion
neither holy nor true
I lay their ashes at my feet,
a list of evicted numbers
I deny your thirst and purpose;
of silent, inverted hymns;
of failed fruition, a war of ‘I’,
leave with nothing, hail the empty!
The dead will sing in the desert –
Lean in, I don’t care who you are;
poison your kiss, and I’ll lend you a song
I’ll clothe you in black and quiet; sleepy, heroin-abyss
My loves, we’re all going to die someday
May our last light be the ruin of their fucking world;
raze their coffers – a toast to the end
A crushing love meant to suffocate,
they called it ‘demiurge’ -
born from the eyes of the blind
It’s revocation, foreclosure, it’s sprouting slum;
it’s the banquet of the all-fucking pigs!
Blessed are the clerical meek,
with an 8-digit check, for they make easy prey!
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Elephant Abscess
02:31
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When the world was young,
the word had little voice
Iron lung of praise
Leper of the holy
Iris of the hollow,
vision of the nothing
Ape butcher ape,
sanctioned by illusion
Flesh succumbed addiction
to the lure of a crown
Circumstantial birth
Given flight by a godsend
Festering inside a neighbor
a billboard-slur of presence
Beware the silver tongue,
I’m not your fucking son!
His poetry can ruin,
A flare of urge and ash
A Babel upon the Earth
With a noose around its neck
The face and scrawlings of deceit
Lonely men do shameful things
To resent with great hollow and indifference
Lonely men apologize for nothing
Your days of plenty are fucking numbered!
Creator inferior, star of vanity.
“I sell myself for closeness and crush of breath.”
Serpent’s coil, lion’s jaw –
Sadness and ego moaning in oceans of cipher and drain
Dissociative mantra, borrowed from the sky!
Clip its wings, harrowed in delight!
Down here with us, walk upon the soil
Gods were once men, sick with conflating growth
It’s an infection, a cancer, it lives beside us
Elephant abscess – it grows inside us
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Nine Tenths of Living
01:54
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Wounded bastard forfeits you
Filthy lucre, bleeding you
Burning bridges – “Got mine, fuck you.”
Greener pastures, amber waves
Nine tenths of living; a vulturine gospel
A coat of knives, the safety of your trust
Nine tenths of living; a wreath of puppets
Erected and in line; upright, smiling design
Reverent hostage, manic creation
Cannibal muse, addicted promise
Jagged blessing, tenfold consignment
Moneybag fucker! Blue blood? Let’s see!
You’d let it come inside you, you’d let it speak for you,
In praise of heroes – but they sold you out.
Ten pounds of prosperity, in a five pound bag of failure.
Lords it over your corpse, always eats the most
They want your seed, they want your womb,
They want your labor, and your coffers empty!
The one who spends the most wins the most
To populate world and nation with the seeds of their vision
Forced procreation, Stockholm behind your eyes
Safety net schematic - paid for and sponsored by
Nine tenths of living is manipulation!
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Aboriginal light, shine within me!
Our searing beauty, all crowns to ash!
Penultimate bastion, cessation conclusive!
Retributive machine, the anti-spirit!
(There’s) lust beneath my wound, an adversarial hymn
One warred a thousand, cleaved through a mountain.
Illusion fed us all the while a creator swelled in glee,
Colony collapse, a hive of death; an effigy of ‘free’
Aboriginal light, fury within me!
Spite versus spite, maligned Excalibur!
Seal its rotting arms! Gevurah implodes!
Shibboleth, mantra - never surrender!
(There’s) love beneath my wound, a consequential sin
One ignored a thousand, hoard the spoils of a mountain
But there’s a part of us that always feigns goodbye –
children of the sunset; horrified to live or die
Unbowed before the devouring sun!
To the end of their world, so that ours may begin.
Claimed refuge from its bones!
Vitality, conquer, we’ve bested our father!
Victory hangs itself from the highest tree!
End! End! This is the end!
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There is a cruelty that calls me, a baptismal duty;
I named it ‘I’
No care, no peace of mind
Weeping with red and lightless hands
former masters dissolved in sinew,
it cups its mouth behind my ear;
I’m trying to kill its ugly whisper,
I’m trying to disappear
Lately I’m feeling the violence of your absence,
your shadow left a trail;
“No rain, no flowers”
It’s the words before the hail
And I’m feeling holy and true,
hallowed in my lifeless flight
I’ve got a plan that turns days to stone:
“The nihil of vibrant soul”
Permanence and a pull of loss,
tethered by Morphean knots
It sinks through my hands like iron rain;
mangled claws and sealed fists
Bits and scatters – our sundered selves,
collapsed and swallowed by something less
Picked like an astral scab;
as cankered rainbows leak from its hollow
(I think about) days gone and floral fourteen;
so out of love, so out of reach
Wade through the pools of failed escape;
come my child, I’ve carried your ache
With every step slower than the last;
we’ve come to a crawl, return or wrest
Of borrowed torch; it’s yours to keep
Light the path, it’s your time to lead
The eve of your one millionth life,
there will be many and there have been many,
You are origin, and cosmic fracture;
the discordant dirge that pleas ‘I’
You were the young sea, and sprouting trees;
animal and hunter; your mother in labor;
her worry and the hatred of what you’ve become:
Old Nihil of Vibrant Soul!
But someday we must die, so that others may live
My life is nothing, I give it all to the ground and you
I know why an animal craves solitude in its passing
And the mastodon begins to wane
The giant fell to a knee
Conclusion impure, polluted rattle!
And there was you! The child unborn!
Where I am empty, you will be made whole
Never again to be born again
Emanation I; become what I could not
Son or daughter; the future is won!
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