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I found the grief
Within my heart
And, through that pain
And, life in parts
There's a wilderness I know
In that wilderness I grow
A found opportunity
To hunt for time and bounty
In this, my deep valley
The blood seed
Of our majesty
With all four seasons
And their marathon
And, with dark carbonation
I found my
Thirteen years of carrion
From golden locust
To dignity
I praise and burn
To rescue me
To be given opportunity
To hunt for time and bounty
In this, my deep valley
The blood seed
Of our majesty
With all four seasons
And their marathon
And, with dark carbonation
I found my
Thirteen years of carrion |
Paranoia is an icy start
But a start, nonetheless
A convenient memory
Is a gift from God
A gift from life
And sodomy
The domination of lies
Break and brand all
Secret dreams
Devine god like - gold like -
Sperm like
We gather, we sow
We scheme
And phrase for us
Near certainty
The siren voids
All fool's destiny
The death will seal
Their prince liberty
Courting sudden endless
Earthless, vacancy
The domination of lies
Break and brand all
Secret dreams
Devine god like - gold like -
Sperm like
We gather, we sow
We scheme
Paranoia is an icy start
But a start, nonetheless
A convenient memory
Is a gift from God
Bereft of life
And sodomy
The siren voids
Old fool's destiny
The death will seal
Their crown prince liberty |
How many miles
To Babyland?
Well, it's there
And back again!
Your bellied walls
Are clouding towards me
Look here and there
Look around!
I'll take you to Jerusalem
The black
And to Babylon the golden
The wet silvered stars
The gold mouthed
Wet speared sun
Beyond your heart
They guide you to
Jerusalem the black
And there to Babylon
The golden
Lovely kissed stoneworks
Blessed by many hands
And lips
All in the silence
Were dragged on knees
To Jerusalem the sleeping
And to Babylon the great
Babylon awake
And laughing
Jerusalem asleep
And smiling
Someone I know
He holds a gun
And shoots with his heart in
Jesus
Someone I know
Looks in your heart
Surrounded by
Ferocious angels |
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The spinning of heads
The spinning ahead
He said to me
He knew evil
Life in reverse
Life out of balance
Stupid as it sounds
Like a wolf running
Cross country -
In every field
A trap waits - along with its
Owner
Like someone said about
The hunter
As soon as he stops
He becomes the hunted
I am the cunning animal -
I am the hunter
The life I never read
Is my youth now dead?
Rise, rise, rise...
The swirling sound of
Swastikas
Like rotor-blades of
Thought
Threshing the wheat
Out from the chaff
All this is a dream
All this is a dream
The mother clouds
"Si quidem deus inquit
'Est unde mala?'
Bona vero unde, si non est?"
All this is a dream
All those who worship
The broken demons of the
Past
Are in love with the dead
This is the cross you bear
They worship the dead and
Lo and behold this is no mystery
When I say that they in turn
Become the dead themselves
Even before they die
First the heart dies
Then the body dies
Then the soul dies
"Si quidem deus inquit
'Est unde mala?'
Bona vero unde, si non est?"
Every dead eternally then
Every dead eternally then
All this is a dream
Then they are caught
Eternally
In this trinity of
Deathdeathdeath
There is no escape from this
Cycle and circle
Of utter desolation
The despised by man
The despised by angels
The despised by the gods
The despised by the devils
The despised by the
Satanic one himself
All this is a dream
"Si quidem deus inquit
'Est unde mala?'
Bona vero unde, si non est?"
First death then second
Altogether dead you were,
Anyway
It's a dream...
Altogether dead you are
Altogether dead you shall
Be
It's a dream, it's a dream
From the corner of my mind
The swirling sound of the orchestra
From the corner of my lips
The words have already
Fallen like honey
From the corner of my eye
A million birds of dreamy
Image wing
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream... |
Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
And angel fat at
Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased
Delicate like grief
I am rapist, well-healed
Double the echo of silence
Like a dusty dead rose
Contaminate with neglect
Every little heart
Should end up broken
And shrouded by fog
Asleep in
The stumble of autumn
The pain was calvary
Our living on
Empty!
The dead of it -
The dread of it!
To black framed witness
From black framed guilt
A misery of springtime
And a weekend of absolute
I remember
The wilds around me
Whispered "brutality"
The strangest apology of
All
The dragon-faced accolade
Of vigour and hope
With shame and delight
I accept it!
This omen-filled season
Not sudden or rushed
No fear of volunteer
I reject it!
I remember
The wilds around me
Whispered "brutality"
The strangest apology of
All
Evening then
And evening now
The smell of seasoned
Summer brings
Memories of illusions passed
And autumn of funerals
Enough to last |
Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
And angel fat at
Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased
Delicate like grief
I am rapist, well-healed
Double the echo of silence
Like a dusty dead rose
Contaminate with neglect
Every little heart
Should end up broken
And shrouded by fog
Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
An angel fat
At Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased
Asleep in
The stumble of autumn
The pain was Calvary
Our living on
Empty!
The dead of it -
The dread of it!
Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
And angel fat at
Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased
Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies
Rose clouds of bitter
Bitter, bitter lies
And, when the angels of
Ignorance
Fall down from your eyes
Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies...
Rose clouds of
Twilight truth
Rose clouds of night
Rose clouds of harvested
(love, all alight)
And, when the ashes of life
Fall down from the skies
Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies...
And, festivals end
As festivals must
From the hooded crows
Of Rome
To the falcons of Zagreb
Oh, mother victim of Jesus
Lie down in Sydney's dust
For, festivals end
As festivals must |
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Symbols of the sun
Symbols of the snow
For those who go beyond
For those who go below
The fatal fall
All fossilized
For love has gone
I'd realized
But, what could replace
And utilize
The hunt for time
I'd idolized
Symbols of the sun
Symbols of the snow
For those who go beyond
For those who go below
If blood is another
Colour of hope
Then what is love
What is love?
If blood is another
Colour of hope
Then what is love
What is love?
Symbols of the sun
Symbols of the snow
For those who go beyond
For those who go below
In this swamp of reverie
The book of thorns
And destiny
If only I could truly be
Then surely I would
Clearly see
Symbols of the sun
Symbols of the snow
For those who go beyond
For those who go below
Like lambs to the slaughter
They die on their feet
A blood feast for a sage
Was the death-day
For their age
Symbols of the sun
Symbols of the snow
For those who go beyond
For those who go below
Like lambs to the slaughter
We die on our feet
A blood feast for a sage
Was the death-day
For our age
Symbols of the sun
Symbols of the snow
For those who go beyond
For those who go below |
When you prey in silence
And see our Jesus stagger
Awake! Take a perfumed
Candle
And use life like a dagger
I'm your accidental protégé
The gift, the blood
The thrownaway
The silver chain has broken?
Goals and dreams fulfill
With emptiness with instinct
With impurity and will
I'm your accidental protégé
The grave, the love
The yesterday
In this, my year of three winters
Where orchards fade, fade
And fall
Like loaf of love's
New bake
Fallen, beautiful, adored?
I'm your accidental protégé
The gift, the blood
The thrownaway
I though I found a paradise
But, paradise came and wept
Like the wind through the
Winter's woods
It cowed and took a breath
I'm your accidental protégé
The grave, the love
The yesterday |
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