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Lament

Oh why don’t you save me, from knowing what I don’t
Just as if it never happened, but I knew it all along
For no longer can I live in bliss, while my soul is playing dead
Like a friend I pretend that no more can I bend
This innocence of mine in thigh-highs I pimped out to your lies
– my fabulous disguise
Oh why don’t you save me, from knowing what I’m not
Just as if I’m all these people, ignorant and strong
For no longer I sip wine, while waiting naked in your bed
For you to offer bread, instead and I’m lead, ahead
By all the vice I wear with dignity and pride on this roller-coaster ride
– my lascivious behind
Oh why don’t you save me, from what I could become
Just as if I’m scared of mirrors, all broken and undone
For no longer have I time to measure increments of hope
Spoon-fed with dope, I cope with the rope
That drags me to this hell of a wishing-well gone sour, to rot with my corpse
– my internal desire
Oh why don’t you save me, from all the things I’ve done
In spite to my own well being, as if I was the one
For whom the bells toll always, like echoes from afar
Like remnants of the past, for now at last I run fast
Away from my own shadow to meet what I had sent, to straighten what I’d bent
– my lingering lament

By Alle Zivaljevich
Untitled

Could I not long in shorter days
- that pass me spryly where I sit?
To have my longing lulled away by slumber’s silent needle prick?

But no,
I long in longest night that spreads itself so thin
And runs throughout the fabric of my days
– and covers all the oceans

Then twists itself between my wrists and stretches out my fragile hours
It pummels me with tiny fists
– It locks me in its prison tower

True, Love may open Mercy’s gates or lead a straying heart to home
Though Love be greatest of all Fates
- It knows no Mercy of its own


- Madrigal St. Claire



 Split infinitive
there is a straition
in the optic loom
pixel decae
monitor flicker
the walls between the worlds
are thinning
expose the pattyrn
scintilation
the tiggles are rounding
out the edges
sewing tiny bridges
between each and every
personality
that resides within us all
allow our minds
to split
infinitive
but remain within
their nested hierarchy
~ Lord Thra'en

-UNTITLED-

Dancing like fire
inside her flesh,
her violet soul
turned lavendar by
your kiss.
Confessions engulfed
by black
wash over you.
And you run from her.....
she runs back.
She is soulless this way.
She couldn't throw
him out of
the dungeon today.

*for violet*
~Lilith Fish

Love By Hemlock
Olde Morpheus my young
What whistful webs thy weave
That bristle in the hollows wind
When on Winter's eve
Oh Morpheus my love
One last thing i plead of thee
When our worlds should come to end
May i in slumber be?
~Lord Thra'en
"Finding God With You"

We were back
where we started,
upon a red sea of velvet.
Floating with you,
upon you.
I breathed you in
while you exhaled in me.
We were one.....
riding love that
is centuries
in the making.
Grey faeries leading us
to another realm....
tasting knowledge
known as each other.
As we were one,
left one,
immortally one.

*for my chicken*
~ j. lee harnage

 MISSION STATEMENT

In the essence of understanding,
realize this.
There are no secrets.
When you think of secrets,
think of this...
In the end,
when the soul evacuates the vessel
it’s map will be dissected and detailed
to all who have passed on before
and will be lain out for those that follow
so that in the great accumulation,
the whole of everything,
our experience will be added to
the greater experience.

What will you add?
A narrow vision and surface tension?
A deep hate for a shallow reason?

These messages, these maps...
your soul
will be empty,
and that energy
will fail you.
It will wither.
and die in the corners of creation.

_sgc
Rocking The Scale

I would give you direction
to your salvation
but I know you would
get lost along the way

Circumventing reason
with a stone fist
and delivering the rapture
into the devils waiting hands

Deliver me
to a place beyond this reason
beyond the horizon of war
and the trenches of greed
flooded with the blood
of our brothers.

Rejoice in deliverance
from the human affliction
whos cure is self destruction,

the virus infects itself
and dies.

Believe in the mind of the one,
the singular point,
to which the everything
claims balance.

Teeter the scale
and everything falls.
To the victor goes the...
burning ash
and smoldering dreams
of an exhausted creation.

The earth, she parishes.

Sweet mother
I am joining you
on the inside.

_sgc
 -Wheels ov Fire-
lead oh ye angels
once again to war
is this really necessary
till there is no more
scream oh ye angels
once again frome war
perhaps next time you'll remember
when oh so long before
you picked up all battalions
wove all wicked lies
arrogantly irresponsible
for every one who dies
- nt
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