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Fall

Somewhere between the chaos and sulphurous light
Into that strange arena where attraction and repulsion meet
Where love and hate divides, only to meet at a point

Aeons spent dragging the mortal trash through a slow existence, its worn me
down

Writhing the waves of heaven the glistening moon on my brow carried to lands of desire from deadly and blackest slumber

From savage seas and dangerous lands I wander with no hand to show these deepest dreams from
darkest nights the blackened sun torments me holding me killing me

The morning dew at my feet have now left me
all alone alone and cold

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.

The silent universe seeks echoes to live,
to catch a glance but afraid to give
For the moments are not measured in time,
but in knowledge where some live sublime
So this fire must be nourished from birth,
to realise we are born from the dirt

The silence of a world without you, the laughing is over now

From the window the sky empties to nothing
and the murder of crows, with their ravished beaks,
groan for the hollowed inhabitants of the passing day.

Insatiable sorrow, with its draughty halls, sent a gleaming sword to consume the passing madness only to be plunged into a diminishing perspective.

Inside I trawl the motionless ravines, a twisting hatred that bubbles from under the steaming, scarlet brook while the incessant rain washes away the gnawing of your imprisoned eyes.

A moonlit balcony reveals a majestic beauty "when grief wrapped its cold arms around my body the embers still
flickered in the autumn of our love" the sight of your beauty breaks the hold of sorrow on me

Wandering with passion in our hearts smelling the melodious scent of orchards bloom in the midst of life twisting we bleed on a mountaintop, gazing at
the evening sky mesmerizing fires breath, eternal life adorning
tragedies, the wind carries fatal embrace in harmony Autumnal
fire on the horizon for which we've sought

A low primal growl
Reverberates through
my frame
as nerves
break through the skin
Plunge
The ether
The limits of excess

Time tears a hole in existence to languish supinely in torture
see the essence of life in shafts of light and shade remnants
gathered by trembling hands are now scattered across
the world to form lifeless clouds of dust that bind my failing limbs

Seamless visions and blurred moments hold my hands
with chains of sand daylights breath as cold as razors cut
my insides and leave me bleeding a wish for deepening

It's cold (so fucking cold)
A sordid trip to the wowels of creation

The seductive wasteland, marrow of the world
That gentle melancholy that so endeared in times past
It seems to hang with an unnerving ease
I've been here before but now it seems there is no way out

it’s a murky world that dull dark light that is animal greed
where every human element is boiled away the cracks in reality
to the white bone of animal agony for this is the edge of everything
the cracks down the sides of reality
the spaces between the cord drifting shoals of waste in the drear places
the final disorder of all forms the cracks in reality

for this is the edge of everything a point where it does not decay anymore the dust finally gets out it belongs to the end

With raiment bedecked by the grey, cloudfilled sky and the larks song pouring
on the dying day the chain upon my limbs, groping the fleshless wounds,
devoured the yearning bowels of compassion from foetal darkness.

Sleep derived from falling to escape breathless depths
where the dreamless pursuit is shattered, fused by contrivance
from stained womb, drowning in the air so thick with deceit
that the vapours of passion drop to your feet.

Through a mirror of silver my sullen sulcus portrays some dark anger.
For the grey lights wrapped their chaotic shape round my tired,hungry eyes.

Fractaled rancour bleeds through the lifeless mirror within which
all hope sprawls, dangling from the cool draught of air to amuse us all.
The black and white frames which flash unerringly, bend

they bend to an end, touched by scorching sunlight and this self induced madness

Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight with its dead promises.
Nothing makes sense in an imaginary world that no one can touch.
In the strange hours I dream of evenings under moonrise and
of fashioned ideals before they could turn and go,
had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers.
Is this my lover, this face of death?
I recoil to the unmoving view.

a cancerous day nothing to guide
all the monuments of slower aeons sank into the loam
even time decays like a razor through creation
as I sifted through the bones of a soiled humanity
with swirls of light and meaning drained out of the universe
a fever dream or a brooding advanced decay?

the hollow of night drifts like the slowest sea of all

this place is for people who like the way down

we are the hollow men leaning together
old men wringing our minds of thought

the world never had so many moving parts
that sought form
there is something about this place

Anesthetized sleep
Just conscious of life
Collapsing around
Us in grainy pieces

A rare alchemy of sea and stars explode
It mesmerises me
What we have known of pleasure was nothing

Faceless, numberless days, grey isolation
Time featureless crushing hope
Intense corrpted Bliss moments
Nothing, the Machine
Everything grinds us down
Escape until we seep, Nothing, the blackened soil

Flying in elegant circles, drift through time and space

The dregs of the morning drift by greeting us with leaden winged despair
So come down
It clapsps with crooked hands and tears at the torso, ripping the flesh
So come down

It leaves but the scum, filth of the earth, stranded poisonous
Soak up the arid wasteland through every fibre of my being
Hold on to the high crashing wave, it may be our only chance of escape

In possession of a celestial object the obtrusive fatigue lay still in a corner.

The vivid, shuddering emotion let loose on the flawed pursuit returned bare.

To walk among intricate ordeals, to survive the artifical heaven that turned the marble monuments pale is
a cold effigy to the dulcet murmurings of loneliness.

The insolent caul spoke of forgetfulness and the glittering air that tends the limpid seasons. The sea of reason clawed its way to a height and came crashing down, while the blazing thoughts lay vunerable beneath the elusive gaze.

I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue the foreboding
that worse lay in the dregs as I await some Stroke of Doom
From a corner of this weeping earth,
my thoughts unfold onto this world
and leave me cowering for refuge from torment and pain
In silence I weep for lost memories so deep that
I have torn all ties with the physical
So let me build a wooden bridge to the moon and

Til' the needle
finds the vein
The drug hits
Eyes grow dim

Deconstruction, purified
Sublimation intensifies
Habit hardens veins

Lie in endless wait behind some cold shadow for a stream of stars that have long since died.
Their burnt cinders fall upon my heaped corpse and seep into my open pores.

With the deadened silence of my exiled mind shattered a torturous word crawled to the darkest cavern of my being where a dim glow resonated from the eyes of my dead dream and tore a hole in my lachrymal sleep.
'Twas as if I had motioned the skies to part, and a piece of heaven to tumble past my hungry eyes when a single lonely drop fell to the inviting earth and buried unending furrows to carve me open.

An absurd drop of pain within such a vast ocean of disease
presented a dismal glimmer of searing bliss that passedin such a blinking moment

they passed by flames almost out
here even the wind destroys bones
time turns into space bones ache
drawn out like an ache bones space
it smelled like slow death bones ache

and they crawled along the floor hungry and lean and looking for more
the stench followed me out of the gloom, a ghost of rage

The blackest of organs lying on the floor throbbing and glistening full of deep bitter wants
Dirty blood trickles gushes then torrents flow down to the gutter where nobody knows
It clots and hardens under the weight of these mouldy truths

Crawling down its black throat
All mangled and devastated
It festers and decomposes
Colourless odourless

“Day by day and almost minute by minute the past was brought up to date. In this way every prediction could be shown by documentary evidence to have been correct; nor was any item of news, or any expression of opinion, which conflicted with the needs of the moment, ever allowed to remain on record. Scraped clean and re-inscribed

The past had not merely been altered, it had been actually destroyed. For how could you establish even the most obvious fact when no record existed outside your own memory? All history scraped clean and re-inscribed exactly as often as was necessary. War is peace Freedom is slavery Ignorance is strength
The whole climate of thought will be different. In fact, there will be no thought, as we understand it now. Orthodoxy means not thinking-not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness. Scraped clean and re-inscribed exactly as often as was necessary. Orthodoxy is ignorance Ignorance is slavery War is Peace
The war is not meant to be won, it is meant to be continuous. The war is waged by the ruling group against its own subjects and its object is not victory but to keep the very structure of society intact, scraped clean and re-inscribed War is peace Freedom is slavery Ignorance is strength”
they were said to be building a palace in the sky but nothing changes
everything stays the same just wrapped in different plastic I am too dead for dreaming
we will be remembered for what we destroyed a world of corpses