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Hallelujah to Me




Waiting for a world to end in fire and flames, I sat down to put a final letter to my mortal existence, all the sorrows and faded hopes of mine, but I could not express my thoughts as I was constantly hearing some perpetual knocking and agitated spat down towards the building's garages...

Finally, I stuck my neck outside of a window, but I saw no janitor or anyone doing any labor that would cause such a sound. I sat down again in a hope it will quit, but then I heard a person calling my name in agitated manner requesting me to open that window. 

I stuck my head out again and searched the source of a voice when I saw diagonally in front of the window below a huge black bird resembling a raven clasping at one of the buildings perched beams looking through the shades into an owner's apartment.

Uh, hello - I called the odd bird, and the strange visitor turned his head looking at me with a pair of empty, black and blunt eyes. 

You can see me? - a thing clacked in surprised.

Hmm, yes, you are the one who called my name - I asked still not believing I am talking to a bird ... but then again, a World was about to end, I was expecting anything. 

Well, then... - a bird landed onto my window frame in one motion of his huge wings - I guess good as any, let's talk. 

He surely was not like any bird I ever saw. 

Do you know what time it is ... - a bird asked looking for a place to sit inside of a room and then hopped on one of the armchairs.

Yes, I do unfortunately know, in less than a few minutes the World Ends ...

Well, that is just a chapter to be written, so open the dimension and let me tell you what I was told...

Just one question, I will, but tell me this, why are you a raven?

A bird landed on my shoulder and yanked my ear and said - Well, ain't that a question...

A dimension broke in front of us and when I stepped towards the chaos inside the time slowed down and stopped for us. We were gone inside of the world within this one that knows no time or a limit to it - so let me sing you a story.



Into an unlikely summit I have been summoned
by a Raven fallen like a Doom on my shoulder.
Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!

“Half of the Yield is gone to seven sins,
half of the same to redeem the Wings,
half of the endless nothing for the Big Voice,
twelve what is left - a bird shrieked into my ear -
spared for you to rejoice!”

I got off of the Train raging thought His world,
I had nothing better to do,
when The Boss passes the call, you better subdue...


Raven
In Greek mythology, ravens are associated with Apollo, the god of prophecy. They are a symbol of bad luck, and were the god's messengers in the mortal world.
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First I came
On The Desolated Plane where mute by an oath,
ten feet tall sprite had his eyes chained to the floor.
He pointed me at Tomorrow that shall become,
trampled World of the ungodly creatures
ravaged by the Conquest, Plague and War.
Before I could speak, he handed me a rope
blooded ending around the neck of the horse.
Despair is the name, a plate on him says,
and that pale rough shall serve me every step of the way.

Down the path of the ulterior reasons lost
I steered my bareback steed in front of the mad beast
carrying a black Lord wielding a fury, a burning sward.




"Despair, despair! Do not watch - the Raven crewed,
do not look into the burning eyes of Hate!"
I closed my eyes and the mighty villain
seeing the face of the unseen Despair
broken fell on the road.

"Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!"

Next I saw
Grieving behind the curtain of fear,
a craftsman of Hell, deaf to her ear.
"There is no beloved who awaits your arrival,
there is no children you'll bring many gifts" -
her yellow lips spoke the words she can't hear.
Before I could say yes or no, she handed me a stick
rusted ending upheaval in a blade of The Scythe.
"Dread is the name" - she said - "of this unholy thing
and it shall rule for you however you wish or think."

Covered with the hood giving a thought some shade,
I walked headlong into the Plague relentlessly
racing a gray mare; a sick apparition gauntlet
stopped for me swaying the golden Scales.




"Dread! Dread! Do not listen, - the Raven busily snared -
do not hear the misleading words of Greed!"
I shut my ears and the gray ghost
hearing the swing of the unheard Dread
silent hit the ground.

"Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!"

Last I took
the solitude of miles, behind me nothing to see
when I came upon a lonely man dressed in white
sharding the gravel with his own bare hands.
I saw nothing with him but a bag made of drags,
inside, who know what he has.
I leaped high on Despair wielding the Dread,
but he remained untouched, silent and bare.
I dismounted a horse with a hope on my mind,
when I noticed, aw sorrow, a chode was
possibly very deaf, but certainly very blind.
On his chest branded like if he was a cattle
some Wrath carved his name - the Failure.




A mute sprite gave me a speechless animal
to serve, the unseen.
A deaf demon gave me a dread tool
to rule, the unheard.
A blind man was baren, nothing on him
but the grief, the unspoken,
so I guessed I should take him for a companion
at least a part of my way.

"Failure! Failure! - a Raven covertly fled
when I mounted a man to ride with me
ahead the golden parlor at the Worlds End -
Do not talk, do not answer the call of vanity,
this is insanity, an insane insanity..."

Into an unlikely summit I have been summoned
by a Raven fallen like a Doom on my shoulder.

Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!

Where the horrible wind shreds chaos to madness,
a Horrible man is waiting me there,
jailed behind the walls of mirrors,
the unsettling soul born to Conquest.

Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing Saw,
King to this World, it's Time to go.

And so we came to the Golden Parlor on the world's end,
riding the pale servant bareback with my fallen companion,
and carrying the arms fit to postulate the gates of hell.
I packed the two horsemen, their sins and weapons,
with not a single word being told...
now I was all set to face the end of days most praised One.




And so we met, sitting all covered in gold,
a King of this World all in finest silk, proud and bold.
No weapon on him but a shiny as a Sun bow set in the corner,
no offer to be made, no sign of treachery, no sign of a torture.
Instead of the condemnation, he spoke all silver tongues,
a golden crown on his head flaring with the rubies and diamonds,
... just enough to hide a pair of horrible fangs.

And so we listen behind the walls of silvery mirrors
to the King speaking off all the things we could do,
under deafening wind of madness
He worshiped in verses the currents we could move.

I stood silent trying not to fall into a trap from the glory's edge,
in matters like this I had no single opinion, any experience or knowledge.
King turned to my trade but he said no word to this predator ,
instead of his voice, from his bag a man offered in front of him - the cash register.

For an each of King's venues he gave him a bitter bill,
he counted an each of his glorious wins to the cold nill.
All of his golden bars he crunched and grind into the rust,
all of his magical mirrors he shattered like they are the dust.
Without any mercy this relentless soul in a tirade of a siege
claimed all the King's rage, not a teardrop of hope he left,
because my trade... must have been none
but the Devil in a Man Himself.

King, right before he diminished back from where he came,
turned to his last resort, the sorrowful blame,
"There is still one ghost to resolve" - he desperately yelled.

I have no resent left to mourn what I hate the most,
but I am no coward to battle the fourth ghost.
There is no way to battle yourself,
the bigger is hearth, the bigger the Death.

Above my head a sigil of demon's worst mark
the fourth ghost riding a doom darker than the dark.
With 8 souls as crown chained in damnation's maze,
I'm trading the Devil in flesh, my strongest ace.
A peril that nobody can, no miracle my dear to resolve,
because that fourth ghost, that one is my own.




Why would I need a golden throne to mark my way?
I'm riding that throne, his name is Despair.
Why would I need a golden bow to make the world fair?
I'm wielding the biggest weapon, it's name is Dread.
Why would I need to resolve the fourth ghost within,
and fight against myself, my trouble and strife,
When the only sin left to me, unparalleled in valor,
is the insatiable, horrid lust for life.



Into an unlikely summit I have been summoned
by a Raven fallen like a Doom on my shoulder.

Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!

Where the horrible wind shreds chaos to madness,
a Horrible man is waiting me there,
jailed behind the walls of mirrors,
the unsettling soul born to Conquest.

Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing Saw,
King to this World, it's Time to go. 

Prone to tragedy



This is a thing of a mind,
nothing of this is real, everything is fine.


It is that unsavory average bowl of disgust,
the telling first sign that the Sun is out of shine,
that something is not quite okay,
that stingy mood which swaying you away.
You are about to let go of the dreams you once had
and seek the big entitlements instead,
you say how
the life is a battle enough behind the closed doors,
I was never in question, I never stood in doubt.
How fair!


Blown away by the creativity of the dead
you maybe star a doom of us both,
one day somebody foreign will accessorize it
because even the shit gold platted attracts the crows.
Once you put your faith in the another
you will lose yourself to trivial contentment,
while you’re happy this will work, while not - you know,
everyone will work to push your guts into a bitter knot.
How nice!


If your mood was the weather to report,
it would be a winter cyclone on Triton,
Reluctantly explained you sprain your face unnatural way,
that plastic grimace of your smile drives the dogs away.
Hurting yourself makes space for other ugly things,
talking to innocence lost is one of those sins.
And that all for the games…?
Holding a child…?
Is that where from it came?
Is that how much you hate yourself, just imagine
how much hate outside has staked that sheep powered engine.
How humane!


This is a thing of a mind,
nothing of this is real, everything is fine.
Even with a skull stuck on the stick,
you think about all as it is a flick…


Why make a difference to variation of penance,
let’s bundle up all and have it nicely welded together.
A bucket of kerosene and a stick of dynamite,
and voila! - life is a masterpiece again.
I doubt anyone knows your taste, all those
little nasty things that make you whole and happy again,
but you are making the worst possible mistake,
spiraling out of the control, you are so prone to tragedy.
Aw -Ewwww, how rude of an idiot like me!

Mercy! Mercy for My Creation!


 ( My Glorious Sun, here I come)

You who wear My crown,
You who sit on My throne,
You who scream for Them all,
You - THE FACE, THE MIRROR of My own,
With the shield of the pure mercy
And the flaming soul,
Prepare for ascension.
Rise!
Ascend from your mortal bones.
Have no fear of the death,
Have no fear of the pain,
Have no fear,
Even when all of the Earth
Shivers from the sound of My voice.
Have no fear,
Because I wear only My glory.
Open My gates,
My floodgates of Heaven,
Release all My innocence,
Release My army of the pure light.
Free all My celestial angels.
Mercy!
Show mercy for My Creation!
If I look into the eye of the fire and furry,
The eye shall look away
But the world will perish and fade.
Ask Me, any weapon to wield
Has no equal,
Any army
Has no power to stand
Equal to your mercy
to collide with the Destruction and Death.
See for yourself
Worlds that burned,
Through My eyes
Like they are yours given,
See for yourself
Tomorrow that never came, and
Me standing as the only witness
In their final hour.
You who sit on My throne,
You, the face of My own,
Mercy, your shield of the pure mercy
To manifest the biggest power in this world.
Manifest Me! Deliver Me!
Have no fear, rise from
Your mortal ashes,
And wear all of My glory.
Down with the pharaoh,
Liar and the thief of My children.
Rise. I am here
To bring to you, to all of You.
The only thing I can give you.
I shall bring the rivers of my tears
To the deserts of this world
And they shall blossom with The Life.
Mercy!
Mercy for my Living Creation!
Rise against the fallen judge
That cuts down the good and wrong
With the same burning sword,
Rise against the flaming dragon,
The murdering master from the sky.
There is nowhere to hide.
Fire to extinguish the fire!
Rage to war the rage!
Rise all of my shields of living light.
Protect my bleeding heart with your love.
Rise to ascension from your mortal bones
and deliver My glory
Into the final battle!
Mercy!
Show mercy for My Creation!

My Glorious Sun, Here I come.

Word by word


Hello Sinner, here I come, sad news bringing
from The Shire high above.
Will share more about the folks under the Throne,
but how stuff works, please don't ask me so.
I'm a Voice of Them, thankfully written,
I can tell you, Thy was not smitten.
I'm a Mirage of Them, not at all hidden,
I can tell you The Boss is not a kitten.
No bounty high up there, only a lingering shock,
as instead of the Void, Dimension or Court,
is it a punishment, or is it not? - I do not know,
instead I guess this is a joke.
News froze silence under the thundering Throne,
when was the last time a sparkle hit the Stone?
From all the Appraisal Wheels the finger is on me,
-If Thy say so, I should then speak!
Half of a day you will be white,
another half you will be black,
to the Heaven's surprise granted the light,
you're forever to be a color changing cat.
As written in the stone, Word to The Throne,
Them said Their part, no face to see frown.
A secret desire as you please,
Thy see them all, an immortality then is.
Chained, The First One sprite with his grudge,
burst out in resentment - Well, that's just not right!
Me Second left tripping with the finger in an ear -
Signal lost, please what Thy said, Aw! poor lil me...
To all the Being, a cause of their fright,
Thin Shadow arrived, a clerk carrying Book of life.
Humble servant... - whisper tapping my shoulder,
-Thousand apologies, mind to check again...?
I've no celestial aptitude, or bowed eyes in a tow,
who seeks disdain of aura, go check the level below!
So a bit louder, whilst cracking Skys apart,
making sure it's clear to ones out of sight.
Word by word, this is a Letter,
What anyone feels, doesn't really matter.
Half of a day white, half of day black,
Thy grant the light forever to be a cat.

CV - Price of the fire


Cult of Veliona ( Price of the fire)

I was sitting on the sad throne in my dutiful sorrow
when a conjure came again, wearing envy and black.
Through her blind eyes, she surely can't see
the justice for her is not the same for me.
Disrupted by her pleas I forged an idea good as it can be
and flee on my way to one place just a thought away.
The courtroom split open when I stepped on the first stone
casting the scarlet red over the sea facing
an ultimate judge taking upon her throne.
What a blazon of the sky is doing in here?
The crowned dread pointed her rattling bones straight to my head.
I have this play but for it to do, I need something from you, I said.
The white judge listened to what my plan was about to be,
grim in her face she turned chuckling to her following mass -
That is a disturbingly great idea, I think it will be a blast!
Two seconds later I was wearing her gown, her crown on my head
and her wielding weapon safely clinging on my side.
I landed back in some alley, a pair of glowing eyes
welcomed me as an omen of the unearthly demise.
I walk to the source and perched myself in front,
a cat lazily gave me that look, unhinged and blunt.
She jumped down from her spot and like any of her kind
greeted me ready to serve on the whisk of my mind.
I took her up and looked in the pair of yellow jades -
Well you are a demon that knows the law of all trades.
I knock on a door cat marked with her ear, but there was no sound,
obviously, my enchanting host fell asleep.
So, I entered a room, cavity of despair, now - what shall I say
to a sleeping body wrapped in paper trash and a cable of her cell?
I muddle the words to wake her up, her eyes grew
large as she jumped and yelled unholy words of spite.
Oh, you came, my Admire, what you ask from me,
I will gladly submit to your desire!!
She set her eyes on cat in my arms, calmly purring,
so instantly she knew that I am all fake.
I restored my mirage and she told me her tale,
It sounded worthy of my recognition,
after all, I decided to take a toll to her pray, in order to glow
I need a loyal follower to spread my name.
Can we ordeal some other disgrace, I utter to her face,
as long it doesn't include this business over here
-a thump of a scythe chimed three blocks away.
Whatever you pray will be delivered under a day,
you can't seek a hurt, no matter what the sin is worth.
She wished nothing, under oath of my scythe
but the dragons that breathe flame and dire.
Sounds like a deal so as she sow, so shall she reap,
for the price of the fire be the servant to me.

CV - Black Voodoo


Cult of Veliona ( the black voodoo)

Warning... this poetry piece is written by the influence of dreams I am having for a week, it contains very disturbing images and could cause anxiety to some of my audience. I owe to put it out there to her who cries for justice and who ever is she I hope she finds blessings and piece.

Explanation - Veliona ( White Lady)- Slavic/Baltic goddess of the honorable death, patroness of the warriors fallen for freedom, warden of the souls of the ancestors, head deity of the underworld and guardian of all the earth's riches.

What a hot rod / All the King's kiwis




What a hot rod - All the King's kiwis 


This spoken poetry piece is inspired by the car industry, crowbar savagery, infatuated aliens and dirty anime. It is level pro, so I won't downplay a level of muddle it can instigate.



It's been quite a while, this uncanny feeling, it's a melee.
Yes, a car show is coming in town.
So, enough of the care cookies and The Milk,
it's time to feed the machine with
some noisette and the corned beef, for the shrubs.
Get the grubs. Get the popcorn. Here we go.

A standup tragedy - a trump card in a suite - exhibit one.
Squawks, set your flashers all ready and sharp
and observe how to polish Uncle Ben's pair
of leather boots.
A hairy chode, that bloke but, hey wow!
-look at that body in white with the gingerbread dress-up.
Sir, how do you bark? Perfection, huh?
Did everyone took a snap!?

Next, a pristine trailer queen, a barn fest, cherry fresh, in stock.
Wanna drag, drive a pamphlet slab?
No sweat, this one is an upper-hand.
Thin mufflers, of course, carnage it.
Of the record, we got the chumps down by the roadside
from the frolicking dairy infantry, a long love story.
Keep it up, Groupon pride; I skimmed that cream already last month.
Ain't we chatty today my kiwi gang bang, well...
all good, the orchestrated roast next. Hold my beer!

This one, as you stand in front of it,
great for the family gatherings.
I can tell you in advance put your money there
-a 6 party ride-on lawnmower, camouflaged.
Take a picture, take a big picture.
Move on apes, next exhibit!

Faceless beastness ahead, pedestrians please, gather all around.
Quickly take that cam. I'm in a hairdo day. That will do.
It's easy to be pleasy, look at that animal.
All the dust it blows owes it to The Th-Th-That Guy.
Now, amen to the Grand Atheist, let's wrap the minority report!

Hala, when push comes to shove it's time to wage
a small sedition play, one cent you have above, is not a cent wasted.
Yes, we endorse the reintegration, who said otherwise?
-No ticket, no ride, keep the change,
nobody wants the grease marks!
If you didn't pay it, don't touch it!
Now - let me sign - this one is botched and with rice,
but what a hell, the banner's what counts;
speakers' shaggin' out of a tomato can
blown of the valve, only add a duck-taped neon light
and Alicization arc on a bonnet strapped.

That bags the jewels, any questions...?

Mirror, mirror...


"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the dirtiest of them all...?"


When I am busy, clear the room and leave me to plot.
I am probably out of my mind - with my hooks, nets and the rod.
I pay my fishing traps in currency,
sometimes in blood, in silence, sometimes in war.
For love, for hate, for silver, for gold...
For the entertainment, for us all.
These politicians, diplomats, or so called,
what do they want? - aside of honey, an influence,
merit of lies, merit of me,
is that what you ask? - just one thing,
a fat catfish finally to fall in your boiling pot?
Well, here you can have it, you ugly reflection.

My tribute to the Ice Queen from the "The Huntsman: Winter's War"

KRAMPUS


Merry Xmas, let's unwrap the presents

Come to the light and burn in flame,
even the good wishes can be bad,
but is it bad , is it really,
if they make you, make you admit
all your crime, bloodshed, all the bad,
bad things you have done.
Come to the light and burn in flame.
Whose that mad, who gets the Krampus this year...

Merry Christmas, let's unwrap the presents,
aw the mice are breaking under suspense,
who will be is no more a future tense,
the slant of time just fell apart.
So, lets find one, toss a dice,
find one, or more, who cares,
the more the merrier, after all,
what are the holidays for.

Merry Christmas, let's unwrap the presents,
who will be is no more a future tense,
the slant of time just fell apart.
Come to the light and burn in flame,
all your crime, bloodshed, all the bad,
whose that mad, who gets the Krampus this year...



PENDULUM - (AFTERLIFE)






Pendulum, I feel it coming back at me,
my eyes go sideways and darkness absorbs me,
I stare into something, don't know what.

I stop, my mind disperses into the chaos,
every time when I plug in,
I try to reload but I sink somewhere down,
at the bottom of a lake,
where I took the heart of the only one of my kind.

The last one, it was a magical,
it was a magical being. Half fairy, half me.

In that lake, I find all my wicked jokes,
I called it a magic, a masterpiece, a wonder,
spells hard like marble, all crowns to bow to me,
but that lake is my dragon, I can't face my own demon.

An insanity which I caused, all on me,
a house of lords to pay my damnation,
I replaced hopeless infatuation with delirium,
but that's given isn't it,
same level of cruelty, the same level of violence.
The army who fell, the lands to burn,
all on me to decide - who is guilty, and who is fine,
who is a poet, and who is mad?

I substituted a fairy with a beauty because I couldn't
show it, I am just a human,
toss it all to the burning stake,
to an evil mob, told stories, told lies,
an evil imp, a witch, a monster.
I took everything, not as a master,
but like a thief, like a coward.
A story passed without a penance, no judge,
and nothing to fold,
that took 3 centuries to be told.

And deeper, and darker,
colder and further, I fall... I fall...
into my lies, into my own demise,
the guilt crushing me down,
I'm being a death to a tree of life,
Lord, just let me die.
Some things never change,
they can't, why I can't forget.
I wonder, in here, if this is my afterlife.
I never thought I'll take it back,
I'll repent, I'll regret, I'll mourn so much.
And I know, the hate will be hate,
and love will be love.

My eyes bleed, turn to black,
calm and cold the eternal void,
I sink in that madness, the turmoil
and it stops, can't fight, because it is me,
in me, my beating heart, inside of you,
every next beat tames the demon I placed there,
I placed the worst parts of myself.

All the clashes of the lightning and thunders,
all that storm inside of your head,
can't hold me a torch,
a chaos hand in hand with its creator.
And I know, is that I took from you,
all that I reign so profoundly without the consequence.
I understand, what kind of a rage has been placed,
because the magic, your magic has been stolen.
That is that horrid terror stripped of any power,
everything that was done, and said,
all that pain, oh, how sorry I am.

I'm being a death to a tree of life,
Lord, just let me die.
Some things never change,
they can't, why I can't forget.
I wonder, in here, if this is my afterlife.
I never thought I'll take it back,
I'll repent, I'll regret, I'll mourn so much.
And I know, the hate will be hate,
and love will be love.

... oh, how sorry I am...

Egoist (Halloween)



I woke up to world today without the grandiose libretto, 
in desperate need for the steam iron and spare parts,
a long list to reanimate my super-inflated ego.
Ain't it chilling - thrilling, absolutely fulfilling,
to feast on that yeast, malformed and racy, raw jealousy,
all these narcissistic beasts, psychopathic hedonists,
still-eye growling spite , look up, here comes the egoist.




DISCORD RELOADED


I invented how it feels,
inverted all my deeds,
so curse the name behind the tyranny,
I am calling that prying eye of yours.
So, yes, please! One more time!
Gold plated obscurus,
does it even feel,
the bootleg in the mud, do you know what,
stop, fine, - the laws of nature are inept,
a howling cat waits for fish in a cue,
this is a clue, one riddle, one that has none.
So, yes, please! One more time!

Question is never when, but how,
because the When will come,
and it is so, so, so ... easy, easy, easy,
when you know where the bullets go.
Without the high pressure, I am not wanting it,
without limits breaking, you are not feeling it.
But none, not a single one
hits so precisely to your vanity, like the curiosity.
You don't need a thing on this side,
a victory is even being brave,
to look down the lane,
and you are bored, so - stop, fine -
enough, I invented how it's done.

Enough of the ghoul pod deliberacy,
sweet talk bubble gum, aw petals are falling,
I'm just waiting when it's broken,
aw, I'm a flower too, aw quite some;
What amazes me, what intrigues me,
that she never asked,
while being shoved down,
how he sleeps in full get-up,
who is that poltergeist
getting snapshots instead of her, so to answer
a question half-done, whose crown
fell the first, whose hand was out
before the time.

So, yeah, discord reloaded,
that space in your head, to answer one
more of you,
that space in between the bubbles,
the dimension, like
the snake crabbing in-between existence,
and all the things inside pressed in between
the cardboards of up and down,
devouring each other,
they need, they want, they have to have,
the agonizing desire to engorge upon one another...
What's the point to explain,
when Sun dawns the Moon,
and all is upside down.

Don't tell me it is the Universe
roaring at us, that sound, that is the end,
I invented how it feels, the nothingness,
so don't tell 'what a hell',
just entertain the fuck out of them.
Abort their stars, abdicate gods,
say which one,
because there it is, a
chaos snake on the horizon,
snarling heavily - 'down with the pharaoh,
down with the liar and thief,
he stole your credence off key'.

The synchronicity of the goodness,
of godliness, it all stops now, if you do.
This ascension into the nowhere,
do they even know where we go?
Enough of the ghoul pod deliberacy,
sweet talk bubble gum, aw petals are falling,
I'm just waiting when it's broken,
aw, I'm a flower too, aw, quite some;
so stop, fine, - the laws of nature are inept,
a howling cat waits for fish in a cue,
this is a clue, one riddle, one that has none.
So, yes, please! One more time!

Hell-Oh, Black Wave!


I don't favor getting even as long
that little hog gets away with the fever.
Struck the pounding when calling the helpline,
how you just summoned it, summoned something,
but no! I am! You knew it!
Wipe the tar that's never clean and gone,
left alone, that call, who did you call, bad boy?

Hell-Oh, Black Wave!

Time's up, so put an end to a spade,
be one of them, their game is
a morbid jail pool, breatheeee...
and then give up - the hope.
Your soul's infernal!
So hell-oh, calm and cold the eternal void,
a skin of forever throughout your eye,
skin to skin, and shivers. You... all the rumors were true.
Fare away, farewell is here... therefore; welcome.

Hell-Oh, Black Wave!

Heroes will die, the light will fade,
the world will end in fire and flame.
And everything you're afraid will come true,
it will come true just for you, Man!, for you,
Man!, for you, you, you... For you!
Little pig caught a cold, a bug in his soul,
in his mind
little frogs in a  pond put his rod on reload,
on repeat his itch speaks
like an illness howls through the open door;
Man!, he dreams my name, Man! my name,
in a black, black, blaaaaaack ... wave,
Man!, my name, name, name, my name!

Hell-Oh, Black Wave!


TIMELESS(SerpentAurous)


All golden you are perfect,...

Those are not the dragons across the sky
The chariot glow, the serpent flow, the water rod...
3 turns 2 spins with 1 pine no glue no lime.

... perfect for me.

A pickup night; a frozen call of your said
timeless,
a coveted design, such a blanket statement, 
a pale moment of eternity and ideal swept away, 
a fake paragon.

Take that crown it is yours
like a sun that crowns the sky, 
nothing can separate this. 
Half the rain, quarter of a sun, 
arm my waters below and upon,
it's flawless, it's timeless, 
it's mine, it's perfect.

Broken scepters of the mortal rulers, 
watch them wither, die;
rotten swards hung off of their keys,
fallen idols,
the ulterior vengeance, 
chained and disabled other fun things. 

Your hands made into my shields, I will
made them wings, made them all kings.
Half the rain, quarter of a sun, 
arm my waters under the surface,
nothing can separate this.
Twist of fate, initiate this moment, 
it's flawless, it's timeless, 
it's mine, it's perfect.


Order of 2


2 miles deep in my grave
writing a song to a dead dog
I'm sitting next to a bare bone
it's 6 feet deep into my soul.

It's dark where I'm coming from,
should I ever get out you won't like it,
not like it at all.
Should I sit in here while the music rages top above?
Because, I bet you know, time is running to fill up the cave.
It's
2 miles deep into my grave
it's 2 of us 2 many,
it's a bunch of people being 2 alive,
it's 2 of us... being 2 mad...
2 things 2 be a perfect choice,
it's only 2 words you are waiting for,
silver or gold.
I bet you know that ring of a joy
2 seconds before, I bet you can feel,
if not you will,
2 inches before it's gone.

I will take this plate out with me
because this is not a social dinner,
this is a house on the lake and
a key is in my pocket,
it's a snake from your garden.

arcane



Snow clings silently
Cemetery on the prying dent eyes,
Arcane inmates sleep

Menace after death
Deprived and dried like fish bones,
somebody's love and joy

Teasing, men are cheap
He will leave craving at dawn
Bleak joy in between




hypnotic



Rainfall of the night
Lost judges prepare for fate
Ornateness in winter

Unleashing danger
falcon fantastic hypnotic
Blows chaos soft, cold

Impeccancy onhold grieving
leaving one disappears, red
in obscene carbon trees





Void... please help me


I see no face in here.
But something surrounds me.
I can't look it in an eye,
speak from honesty and heart.
Nobody's here.
Even in an absolute silence, 
I'll still catch a heartbeat.
Not here.
It reflects nothing, 
there is nothing to reflect.
It's not a mirror.
I can't touch the surface.
No negotiations. 
No need, 
no want.
But I know
I am here, 
so, what I am?

please help me
find me
somebody 
like me
I'm here
please save me
spare me
from myself
from the Void

Soulmates never die


Real love is once in eternity. It defies time, death, dimensions ...
Everything else is an option.

Obsession, envy, jealousy, desperate parasitic need that grows no matter what, in dark. 

Hate...

I know you are not my soulmate,
Because when I look at you face,
Your eyes...
I just see how many times I died.
And soulmates never die.
They never make each other 
lesser, 
smaller, 
miniscule, 
invisible, 
ugly,
cold,
filthy,
random, 
crazy, 
dead...

So, you are not.

You, 
are, 
just, 
... nothing. 

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

Soulmates never die.
But, neither the enemies...



Suspended



So, I'm that random person on a sidewalk.
Let go. Just let it go.
Everything inside is shredding apart.
Everything around me is cooling down.
It's not me who is pacing to that little death.
My whole being is just a still image,
a permanent suspended mode.
To move my blood you should,
first, break the void.
Everything you do
I observe with a still wax face
Of a motionless doll.
The cruelest creature who ever lived...





It's never enough


The disappointment is understandable, but
My rage is incomprehensible.
How many times alone
You killed me in your mind.
Your hate ate out my heart
Like a fire.
I substituted it with a rock,
Cold as Arctic.

I had that feeling, yes,
Similar to this,
The clothes filled with empty madness,
Walls one must pretend
Because for real, there is nothing behind them.

I had that feeling, yes,
Through your skin.

It is a commotion of touch, no sound, no pain, no sight.

Not here, not now.

You know it as good as me,
But still, I died how many times.
How many times, how many ways in your mind.

This is a trap and I am not that cruel, you don't deserve the truth.

It's never enough, the only thing to regret is a pity after,
And that strange tension.

Nothing is so diminishing,
to be condemned
By the innocence.

It is the pity after, what stays, and that light.
Reality-dream, dream-reality,
It doesn't matter.
It happened.


Twizzle and Rain



It's a heavy burden
to make a living as a shrink,
a kink to an every fool
whose life sums up movies and eating.
Trying to contemplate the sunset,
the reason to everything,
while listening constantly
some stupid kind a champ
whose soul revolves
around self-pity and grieving...

Have you ever heard a person's crying
for being in love with Nutella?
No?
Then you haven't seen it all.
No, you haven't at all.

Have you ever heard a person's trying
to marry a bobcat doll?
No?
Well, then you have seen nothing at all.
No, you have not!

'Sorry boss, it's a twizzle and rain,
again that crazy one who waltzed down the drain.'

'Secretary, please hold all the calls,
till he fizzles 7Up with a pack of
sewerage flavored all-weather balls.'


2 chairs 1 lake




2 chairs, one lake, animal-animal (!!)
your heart is not free,
and your mind - Aw, well -
she is here with me.

I always end up wielding your head
upside down,
I always end up on this peer
somehow...

Beast's a beast, no matter how you turn It,
lock It in a tower put It in a sty,
It's stripped of any purpose, a hilarious
joke paid by misery.
Do you hear that screaming laughter,
inside,
an overlapping song that falls within itself?

It's a sin to be that devious
without a proper sponsorship.
I want nothing, you'll take anything,
let's make a deal;
I be you and you be all me.

2 chairs, one lake, animal-animal (!!)
your heart is not free,
so swim up here grab a seat,
take a fish, do you wish
to live a life in a dream;
drink its blood, eat that flesh,
feel the sun,  breathe the air.

I'll make your wish come true,
you'll never be alone
in your fantasy about
the ghosted line towards the Moon.

Don't mind the magnitude,
a sunset, and the rain,
still and quiet it's just that part of a bay,
a Winter brought into the existence
with a soul,
on another side of a spring,
there is nothing to worry or fear.



PICTURE

queen



Any dishcloth can be a queen,
it's the King who rocks the board.
But, the only thing I have to do
is better of all the things you own.
You can
switch the trades with the rooks,
carve the knights in ebony and gold,
send bishops into the religious zeal,
play pawns and upcart any of them,
but all those fools who adopt your rules
have nothing on me, I desire
no prestige, faith, treasure or passion.
From all the crimes you crowned me with
I only want one, to be a Pendragon.
So, Bitch, rock it for me.



Because I'm Golden


There is a half being, in my mind.
It feels so wrong, luckily nobody saw him
because I'm golden.
So should I decorate him,
should I cream it with the glitter?
It feels so bad to say, but he is just like you
- shallow and needy, just like you,
- vain and overbearing, just like you,
- selfish and complicated, just like you.
Everything, everything in this world that
hurt me, blamed me, left me
is 'just like you'. And you are golden.
Not an ideal picture to digress,
but he even has friends.
I keep them all, I grew them as pets,
creepy crawlers and fun flowers,
a menacing dread, little nervous insects
at the back of my head.

I am golden and you're my Golden
- rage - ice age - rage-
and it's this half-thing behind ( my eyes)
that wants your admiration but
the hotter it gets, the colder it ends.
You are my golden rage,
I grew it against my top predators,
the dinosaurs and even now (when I told you)
I still want you to treat me like a little prince,
but the hotter it gets, the colder it ends.




Feed the Dragon

burning tires, smoke where's no fire...
I don't need to do anything, they will do it for me.
Just sit here on my throne of petals and read
bleeding screams I wrote in her mind,
come on,  shy and graceful moth
she is driving me off, this is an oil
summit sunset, a painting on a glass
drying up, draining down, down, down...

'What car I am driving, a steering sliding wrong way, 
this girl must think I'm so nice and funny, 
I want everything today, I don't even wear the makeup
- Montagne Rouge - but wait?!- 
where I am, there is nothing in this town, 
only the shadows,  where are my children?'

It's not a scary kind, it's that ultra-fine dread
that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.
Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!
You can't kill a god, it happened before.
Big black cold cloud and nothing on the impact
- you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.
You're believing it!

***

Everything that walks with your name,
they need so little, be aware,
when I dust the sand off their clothes and eyes
see the terror when a fairy-tale
substitutes with the madness, this is an oil
summit sunset, a painting on a glass
drying up, draining down, down, down...

I'm already in there, but don't show her my picture.
It's magic, it's a magical being!
And this is a pet cemetery, the hearth is falling,
cracking in the million fragments there and now,
don't forget to call just to be sure.
It's magic, it's a magical being!

It's not a scary kind, it's that ultra-fine dread
that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.
Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!
You can't kill a god, it happened before.
Big black cold cloud and nothing on impact
- you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.
You're believing it!

Recommendation, lyrics link to...


Grinnell Peak in Glacier National Park Montana America

Plana de magica

This is not a bliss. I can't call it a curse,
because I don't know what and where.
What have you done, you did wrong
- when broken a mirror took everything.
Find that mirror, before it forgets.
even if you do, it won't patch it back,
you can't return it inside
without a permission from another part.

I wish, I wish, make my wish true.
I'm so bored, alone and a fool.
It can't be true. It's a lie.
The mirrors don't talk. They don't  blink...
Don't they...?
You never stopped to think,
when you pulled out a thought
from your own reflexion
- it really feels like a dream.
Doesn't it...?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all...

December, no gravity

Please don't call the Devil, the Devil's in me,
I'm his glittering Hell,
and he doesn't answer my calls, anymore.
Please don't call the God, I don't want to know,
I don't want to hear his voice,
his voice is all over me,
who you are, what I am.

Everything stopped; the air, the planet is slowing, the gravity...
Everything; time is dropping pace,
like the temperature, the curvature,
all the lakes are the perfect reflection of the terror.
The darkness pulls me up, the sky,
his voice is all over me,
burning the dust, the rust
- but there is no stopping, free will, no gravity....

December, I know, when it's over, I'll burn,
in its ice,
because I have no center, everything stops.

I'm the pearly angel, my wings shine high and wide
in an ocean of time,
shine like a pearly line of the burning jewels.
But, it cuts my chest cold,
from the inside out,
and there is a solar flare with my name,
and I am a diamond mountain on its way.
No gravity...