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Love: Various Voices With The Same Pen

Poetry and Prose included in The Sin of Greed.
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Hand of Glory: The Outline March 31, 2011, 05:37:54 PM

Notes for a piece I want to write. I am hoping that I can first write it out in prose, arrange it in a lyrical format, and then write music to it.  Depending on how much I can write, it could be as short as an EP or I could even manage to stretch it out into a full-length album.

I.

Florida strangler fig.
It’s seed falls into the canopy.
It grows.  It overcomes.
It suffocates its most hospitable host.
And it flourishes.

II.

Florida strangler.
Burglar, steals into the house in the dead of night.
The daughter screams at the sight of him.
He panics, strangles her to death.
The house awakens, the father in pursuit.

III.

Seized.
The townspeople catch him.
Laterns aglow in the swamp.
The rope is fixed onto a fig tree.
The strangler’s spine snaps, his feet twitch.

IV.

A thief.
The midnight hour. Black sky.
The fog lies in the swamp.
The thief takes out his knife.
Cuts off the offending, sinister hand.

V.

Spanish moss.
It tangles with the fig.
It grows.  It overcomes.
It suffocates.
The flowers come into bloom.


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Obsession

Collab with Black Moor.

In this corner, we shall see who the strongest is
tea of rust in cups of jade littering the tile
in fields of bodies cascading over their tombs
a barren sigh distilling moans of semantic overtures
all the while, the synapse change forms a sea of suffocation
decietful blood pouring down gauged cheeks
agitated, egregiously worship those graven eyes
asphyxation of neurons, delta alpha waves
our consecration, consumed into “the hidden”, hypostasis
orange tinted hemoglobin under watch and under care
a taste is such sweet sorrow, savored
like the sudden embrace of the starving
thrust into rigor mortis as designed
shades of monoxide engulfing craven hearts
Blind to solitude, deafening screams
quagmire of notes polluting broken hands


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Following The Herd

Collab with Randall.

Matted twig nest digging into collective consciousness
of black widows brains vultures lay their eggs to bloom?
To die or birth and have forth those who keep their kin-mind
while scorning their flesh-kind
treading in trenches on bleached stumps
scalding acrid bile of their world scarring sanity’s logic
so scar the world!
Let relative sanity and sweet, sugary bile be our sacraments,
our unholy articles of faith
faith in the lymphocytes that engorge the raging gash
or in the absurdity of the articles themselves
hail the lycan-souled! hail the uncontrolled!
Let our testaments be blood, our prayers be claw and tooth
clawing our way to darkened wailing leeches
in the cacophony of shadows


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Offensively Human

The creak of narrow stairs
Doorway to hell partially ajar
Sounds of flesh on flesh
Panting and angry words cutting silence
Sickening
Stomach churning with anger
Fear clenching throats
Comforting children in humiliation
Refusing to cower but doing nothing
Defiant in our profane purity

Hiding in plain sight ever since
Cutting away at the psyche
Bleeding grey overcompensation
Until nothing is left

I hope you die in your own shit
I hope I get to watch as life
Slowly leeches from you your humanity
Becoming the monster that you are
I hope I can watch your limbs twist and writhe
Bones cracking and muscle tearing
Your body finally matching your true nature

In it’s ugliness
In it’s primitiveness
In it’s vileness

But first I want to see it in your eyes
Offensively human
Despised creature and all of your ilk


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Saturated Transcendence

Part three of the series.

My days are like
Lethargy laden limbs
Apathetic creature
Laying in the sun
Hunger desire saturated
Transcending this world
Staring at nothing

Seeing the past is like
Pieces of a puzzle
Fluttering of fly wings
Frozen moments in time
Being re-written
At each re-collection

Empathy or attachment
Both scorch the same


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Name Me Skinrape

Name me
Victim protecting their master
The protected abusing one another

Name me
Selfish selflessness
owner’s expectations legitimized

Name me
I am the vitality of the young
I am what creates the shadows

We grow from within
Raping unmarred skin
Luxuriously seeping thru orifices
Widening eyes, mouth agape
Congesting those that remain
Crude genitalia losing faith

We are
A cancer intensifying its host
Our creator’s gift to intellect

We are
Strength in individuality
A monotone rainbow

I am what motivates humanity
Worship me

Name me
For without the light,
How can we appreciate the darkness?


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Early Years

Creeping amid electrons
ostracized from neurosis
urinating in faith’s lap
ravaging trepidation with poise
angel of vilification
gender desedimentation
entering the cruor

inbred genetics the cause
skull-fucking the blind

festering subjugation
enrapturing children
animosity pooling within
ravenous septic oval eyes


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Echo Chamber [Full]

The beginning of this was my own writing. Learza agreed to a collaboration to finish it off, so here it is.

Innocent
hands
spacial
void
falling
eyes
emotional
rift
bloody
hands
honeyed
lies
frozen
levitation
boastful
shame
aborted
happiness
smiling
disdain
cemetery
masks
liquid
hope
deafening
static
banshee
wailing
hydra
turmoil
forgotten
gaze
mental
ruins
acrid
stench
arcane
ambivalence
defiled
rebirth
genocidal
madness
black-hole
sun
disemboweled
harmony
abstained
monogamy


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Draft

Collaboration with John Stepp.

Embedded disease futile to reprise
Blissful host life seeping away
Decay and fade to the dirge
Consciousness flowing into a sea of wires
Cascading desire permeating this mire
Invisible fingers grasping for a breach
Though out of reach, still they seek
The objects of desire, none has seen
Believe and you shall receive
Lies and spiritual rape
Rue the day that the dead wake
Zombies murmuring the word of god
Woes of the begotten run red
Soaked dirt breeds mockeries of life
Usher in the dark with fire in the night
Creation of envy and hatred
Taste the fruit and kiss the snake goodnight
While whispering bloody fairy-tales into the vastness
I gaze bleary-eyed into the mouth of madness
And refined madness glares back at me
Sneak attack weakens the sane
Well, sanity is highly overrated
(laughter)
Let’s celebrate the insane.
Hold their misdeeds and triumphs on an alter
Cut me deep and watch it free
Pleasure in liberation