Silver Sun Ocean
Insect Hum Commotion
Sun Stained Vision
Trace Objects with Silver Over Exposure
Clay Cloud Dust
Poisonous Pollen
Dried
Fried
Earth Crust
Sun Burned Cans
Indian Tans
Red Rusted Cars
Tobacco Butt Tars
Clay
Hay
Burn Blister Day
The Worst Thirst
Dry Eye
Dry Sky
I Die
Scorched Air Glare
Sweat Beads
Are My Crown In This Town…
Life’s Spark – Starts the Heart
Life’s Mark – Follows the Heart
Sun fear
Clouds smoke smooth
Like white light undaunted
Smoking sky clusters – hiding my magic moon
Hide not my mirrored moon
For the searing yellow sun torch
Burning blatent black – cinder blisters
Comes soon
So – Soon
Sending
A – Swoon
Running ram-pit
Wild Wicked
Sisters
So
I fade
Into Shade
Slipping so stark
Within my blackish darken
Velvet dark
Sad Vampire Man
Let us go to the theater
Let us go to the grave
Let us go to our sacred sleeping
The only escape for a slave
For if lifes essence shall slow
So shall we become Vampires
Within our mirrored madness
Our shattered salvation
Our painful peace
Knowing darkness as light
And light as night
For as flesh we bite
For as blood seeming bright
Some familiar – fraudulent faces
Some dim – dreary disgraces
God hath forsaken me
Satan has sent to kill
I find peace neither heaven nor hell
Why do I dwell in ironic epitome
Why do I dwell in paradoxical hell
Who’s jerking my soul strings
Who’s severed my angels wings?
I’ve been born
Unto the storm
Sealed forever more
Within a dream
The Void
That reigns overhead
The silence – more deafening to my soul
Than any noise
I’ll ever know…
I walked out into the Sunset tonight, and for a second I heard somehow, this stage – as tones. The Orchestra I heard was amazing…
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.”
― Nikola Tesla
Lord of Leprechaun Lost
Hidin – dismal drizzle dark
Chilling cooly cast
Within you’re Dwarven Devil mask
Sell a soul – full O’holes
For a crock – full O’gold
And whence upon whim – he’s at end
He’ll steal you’re soul swift
And the Devil he’ll send
Vast – Empty
Sky wide and lost
An ancient lakebed sleeps
Ghostly clouds wane and hide
Flattened – clay cooled night
This strange field of fright
The Lord of the Weeds
Wanders The Night Rule
With seeds and breeze
And dreams
And gleam
Shirtless and perfect
Tanned goat man
Running
Shunning
Smiling this dying
And wiping this crying
Chasing maidens through blades and hollow
While moon light glides bright
Filling my sky with forbaden
Luminous glow
Blue-black fright
And Skeleton white
This –
My ghostly glory
A haunting story
For in the hour of my power
Breeze blows
Thick witch – wet weeds
The sweet smell of hell
And deeds dark – drool
Winding wind – dusking this valley of sin
My words you heed
For I AM The Lord of The Weeds
The Birds in the Spring
Singing and Sound
Bringing me to Being
A Man from the Ground
Nothing else Feeling
More Man – from this Ground
Wicked weather
Astral atmospheres
Feeding our breathing
Lonely
Haunted
Here
Wild
Weird
And wide
Like our vision
Like our hunger
Seething with craving
For color
And
Mother
Oceans
And
Emotions
Bright lights
And
Secret nights
We
Desire
Fire
Friends
And
Fires
Some smoulder
Some soar
With fervent heat (velvet hallucinations)
Some dead
Ashes a mound
Charcoal souls
Burnt thoughts
Come to my fire
And feed
Your deepest need