Something is coming through.
The Aeon anticipated.
The priests aren't paying attention
and the temple walls are all hollow.
Deposed Archangels
awaken to the howl
of ten trillion silent prayers.
An illegible transmission
on a forgotten frequency.
It's BIGGER than money.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
avalanche
It's no big secret,
all the candy-cane cocksuckers
know it.
Everything falls-
the only way
is up.
Remember what I used to tell you?
Those zombie blood-letters
will never get a clue.
Why do you persist on
showing them your neck?
You are nothing more than
a throw-away snack
for them.
But they can't hold back
the avalanche.
all the candy-cane cocksuckers
know it.
Everything falls-
the only way
is up.
Remember what I used to tell you?
Those zombie blood-letters
will never get a clue.
Why do you persist on
showing them your neck?
You are nothing more than
a throw-away snack
for them.
But they can't hold back
the avalanche.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Valkyrie
Valhalla's melodious gate
beckons.
My sword unsheathed
to pierce the veil
of the unknown
and carve new runes
upon the faces
of the uninitiated.
Lead me
handmaids of Odin
before I falter
and stumble
upon the unhewn blocks
of doubt.
beckons.
My sword unsheathed
to pierce the veil
of the unknown
and carve new runes
upon the faces
of the uninitiated.
Lead me
handmaids of Odin
before I falter
and stumble
upon the unhewn blocks
of doubt.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Sanpaku Waltz
remorseless little needles
pinpricking chorea-plagued,
drunken spider-monkeys
swinging from the chandeliers
to the beat of
an epileptic tree-sloth
attempting to escape from
a faux alligator-skin handbag
as he pens the last verse of
his semi-autobiographical
comic-book rock-opera
and dancing the
Sanpaku Waltz
pinpricking chorea-plagued,
drunken spider-monkeys
swinging from the chandeliers
to the beat of
an epileptic tree-sloth
attempting to escape from
a faux alligator-skin handbag
as he pens the last verse of
his semi-autobiographical
comic-book rock-opera
and dancing the
Sanpaku Waltz
Monday, February 07, 2005
Avian Philosophy
I heard some birds
talking,
they seemed to say
this world
will never last
but this day
will never end.
talking,
they seemed to say
this world
will never last
but this day
will never end.
invention
No outcome sought
that I can claim
while in an idle hour
for reckoning
I did explore
the ways of
natural power.
that I can claim
while in an idle hour
for reckoning
I did explore
the ways of
natural power.
mariner
We are
ships to each other
sailing together
gilded rails
tattered sails
flying flags
announcing
I am here.
Within our hold
no guarded treasures
just glass-bottomed souls
and the ocean below.
ships to each other
sailing together
gilded rails
tattered sails
flying flags
announcing
I am here.
Within our hold
no guarded treasures
just glass-bottomed souls
and the ocean below.
no tunic
peepshow arms
glistening like
wet birds
the black seeds
remind me
no tunic
singing
harmony's intention
a splintered
battle scar
and
no tunic
glistening like
wet birds
the black seeds
remind me
no tunic
singing
harmony's intention
a splintered
battle scar
and
no tunic
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