Πέμπτη, 18 Ιανουαρίου 2018

In God's Wrath

Stains of wrath fester inside my veins 
New beginnings incubate in primal fears 
Still I wonder... if it's going to end tonight. 

Every night... in every corner of my plight 
i slay my fetus-sin, as if I am to feel once more holy... and whole. 

Deprived from lust and cause, 
i forge ahead motionless... pointless... void of smell and sigh 
Amidst grey pastures and scavengers of greed, feasting on my long-lost youth. 

The moment I laid eyes on you... night disappeared 
And I saw in you my child... ageless... unborn and undead altogether 
I felt you as a woman... a priestess and a whore 
A lover and a scum... stretched in purity... 
extended in apathy... forsaken in chastity 
Lost and reborn and spent in all forms of life as it once was. 

The moment I laid eyes on you... 
it was the exact moment when the ink of your butterfly lure 
was spilled over the life span of a thousand lives 
But all I had to spare... was one moment in time, 
before I diminish in God's wrath... 

Courtesy of ©nikgml



Original artwork, courtesy of Kunstfotografie/Johanna Knauer(Enaston on deviantArt)

Κυριακή, 17 Δεκεμβρίου 2017

Clarity

Strange voices utter words of disease inside my ears.
I lay here on my own, awestruck and bewildered.
As autumn leaves dredge the Earth's loins
with sanguine stripes of divine epiphany
and the wet kisses of a distilled lust,
cloister inside my veins... i drain in fear... and plunge in the void.


Original artwork, courtesy of MWeiss-Art
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Παρασκευή, 17 Νοεμβρίου 2017

A groan in the dark

I saw you in an olive grove. 
Floating astray, in a golden sparkle... some call it God's grace. 
I wonder why... 
And the children's dread could be felt from afar. 
Their hands of steaming clay, festering in the dark, 
while ominous shrieks trimmed the edge of the canopy... 
only to succumb to the primal stir of death... 
lurking to inseminate this holly piece of land. 

My bane... my fear... my path... 
A groan... some say, "Thou shall not pass"! 
I'm drained of lust and bone and semen in disguise 
Segregate my limbo from this pestilence tonight. 
I want to feel once more, the hollows of your sigh... 
Bathing in a sparkle suit, amidst the olive fleece, 
that some call the grace of God... 
with no reason to live... or die. 

Courtesy of ©nikgml


Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)

Δευτέρα, 23 Οκτωβρίου 2017

Kiss me goodbye

Streets of silence, craft their pulse inside a beacon's slit. 
A woman buries her doll in the barren land of illusion... 
then lips the verse of an unutterable chant... and dies secretly. 

A goodbye tune stumbles upon the etching of a thousand primal fears. 
I glow unfulfilled inside the darkest praise of the Lord. 
Don't ask me why... kiss me goodbye 
I paid my dues... in obscenity... in lust... and deviation...
and lay my penitence claw before your scrambled angels in sight... 

Amidst crows, strayed far away from Heaven's den 
and vultures, feasting on my unchristened child's limbo, 
I walk skinning my past... and screening my future. 
There is no atonement, in what commands He who fell from grace. 
Do not wipe off the sludge around my neck tonight... 
Do not brew from scratch my plight alright... 
Just, kiss me goodbye... 


Original artwork, "Deaf Heart", by MWeiss-Art

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Δευτέρα, 9 Οκτωβρίου 2017

Legacy of the Unspoiled

Sail this life tonight. 
Sail the sultry steam of my dying dreams tonight. 
In an ocean of purple sigh and yellow memories, 
learn how to endure and abide. 
I'll be waiting on the brim of all things alive. 
We will conquer death's den in the blink of an eye. 
Together we shall prosper... and perish, 
inside the hollows of the Earth. 
And the frame of our love, 
will always be engraved in the limestone of this land we once loved... 


Original Artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)

Πέμπτη, 5 Οκτωβρίου 2017

Dreamfright

Why succumb to anguish and despair? 
A stitch of pain and sorrow, punches through the hollows of this life... 
Will you suffer me some freshly scent of fear? 

And the dying strings of our fleeting lullaby, 
caress the edgy slopes of Dreamland. 
And the echo of the dancing windows, 
attends the misty funeral of morning dew... 

Those pilgrim tales of primal wonders 
can linger in memory no more. 
As I stand still and abide by the brim of reality, 
i see you... i feel you... i elude you... for eternity 


Original Artwork, courtesy of LostOneself


Κυριακή, 17 Σεπτεμβρίου 2017

Hovering

Saw you bathing in the dim light. 
Stood there all night, just to catch my breath. 
I remember the days, where together we drew circles 
along the freshly traced ashes of the palm tree.  
Could there be a reason... would it be enough? 

In my head, I'm wandering around bleak spaces. 
I come across slick traces. 
Spinning around the fizzy vapor of your smile, 
just to catch a fleeting storm of life 
Could there be love... would it be enough? 

Original artwork: "numb...", by LostOneself


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