Flare of Defiance

I tread this line, do I

Become a muse and pantomime

The one to fuel this grand vexation

My soul divides, do I

Lay back and wade in asinine 

Abject consent to great frustrations


We are the ones, we are the ones who crawl

But now its time that we revolt against lies

With our tongues cut out we recall

A sacred flare of defiance


Must I contrive, revive

A fervent ethos long deprived

This will surviving dark and lonely roads

Capitulate in blood atoned, must I relent

Lost in resistance for I am my own


We are the ones, we are the ones who crawl

But now its time that we revolt against lies

With our tongues cut out we recall

A sacred flare of defiance

With crisis abound off our lips it resounds

I'm not yours


We are the ones, we are the ones who crawl

But now its time that we revolt against lies

With our tongues cut out we recall

A sacred flare of defiance

We are the ones crawl, a sacred flare of defiance

With crisis abound off our lips it resounds

I'm not yours


I'm not yours

Ascendancy 

Brother brother, must you stutter

Give me, knight me, grant me your apathy


Sister sister, brash transistor

Coddle, wallow, bathe deep in atrophy


*With hands bound

No sovereign crowns

We once could see ourselves

No wayward tears

With reverent fear

We once could see ourselves


With time we quell the platinum crown

The blood runs down the golden throne

Entombed we send the diadem 

Interred with libeled parts unknown


**


Watch me close, tether chains again

May I prosper under reign

Watch me close, tether chains again

May I prosper under


Watch me close, may I prosper under thumb

A weathered groan, in bygones sewn 

The blood runs down the throne


**

Crux

Refining emanation, observations cold

Illuminating fire, pale shades unfold

Til I once again find feeling within to shed my inert esse


Strike the wraith away

Show me I am more than shapes of who you see I am

Shell decaying

Elude and graze a reaching grave to die some other warm day


Circle rectangles in the earth

Cycle elucidation through my nerves

Vital primal native way

Submit my aura from shadow to flame


**

Circle, cycle, vital, primal shapes

Shades and shadows, pneuma in my veins


I can feel it in my veins

I can feel it


**


Miseria

In cursed breath it lies

Daunting, craven darkend sighs

Whispering stories with undefining might

Lurking up your spine

Murmurs, mutters

Screaming out your ears

Come now, nights eyes

Let not your distress weave you into fear


We will grow together


You wander on the waves

Beyond the world you crave

A vile tide, it roars

Step into the shore

There, hands will guide you

(There, sounds will guide you/there, lights will guide you)

We will grow, we will grow


Drifting nights and phantom lights and crashing billow

What more it has in store in hoax and riddles

Cuts deep and in your fret it can't be healed

Black flags, in hand it waves a hopeless harrow

An old foe, an old foe


We can grow forever


**

Cuts deep and in your fret it can't be healed

Black flags, in hand it waves a hopeless harrow


There, hands will guide you

There, sounds will guide you

There, lights will guide you

To the shore


Oh, as cursed breath exhales fog

Gasp for the surface

Oh, your night eyes will feel the dawn

Grasping your purpose


We will grow


**

Drifting nights and phantom lights and crashing billow

What more it has in store in hoax and riddles

Penumbra

Waking out of a coma

Chilled and raw within

A dim and dense penumbra

With a lacerating grin

A fraught and pallid pursing

Governed through and through

By a ballad stark and thieving

An apathetic tune 


A cold revile

A woeful wage

This sphere is finite


Your stare is like vapor

Your inhale, like razors

Like razors


In and out of composure

Gripping for closure

Over the tomb's divide, incise

A shade where not but silence reigns

And so you wrestle or you meddle lying flat on your back

Your frigid bones groaning, yearning for the fog to detach

Weighing revel or fright the song smirks back

This sphere is finite


Your stare is like vapor

Your inhale, like razors

Your stare is like vapor

Contorted and labored

Like razors


Dolos

Parade out in pomp and splendor

Merit and virtue sold

Eminent and lordly tones unfold

Gold lungs with candor tied

Silver tongue, marauder eyes

Sharpen up and inhale

Look alive now, look alive now


Exhale and rupture

Charlatan in the haze

A lean bough in the weather

As a frail sunset decays

Low fly the vultures

Artifice in the rain

A tin boat in the thunder

You charged your affray and choked your words inveighed

(If you wander astray I'm wise to walk away/you charged your false affray)


Vacate on whim and impulse

To condemn and misdirect

Cunning word in blameless dialect (verdict flailing and withered)

Crooked text, a vagrant prize

Sly bindle counting ties

You don't see your shadow

So goodbye now, goodbye now


**


Trek in silent detest

Whirlwind spun undone

Friend in trembling tempest

Wilting in the sun

Scavenge over once, scavenge over twice

We're tipping over

Oh your golden lungs, your marauder eyes

We're tipping over


**

Pariahs

As your love becomes anesthetized and numb

Climbing haughty mountaintops

Crass intent, a cracked reflection and a broken will to stand

You cry for blood, veiled


From half a world away

They clamor words profane

Hiding under names

A fount of blood and rage

In a fit so bitter

Casting cursor stones

Do you know their center

Do you know your own


As fervors rise

Painting with ire in your eyes

Violently wailing


*Off with the heads of pariahs

Ache for bane, abhor, stacking the pyres

Off with the heads of pariahs

Arid for loathe and gore, vile and dire


From half a breath away

Amity is feigned

Closer now the stakes

With intimate distain

Plaster saints cause tears like the rain

Do you know their dreams

Counting teeth with violent screams


**


Arid and loathing

Vile and stacking pyres

And if you want graves

You'll have to dig yours too


Plaster saints veiled in rage cause tears like the rain


As your love became anesthetized and shamed

A cracked reflection maimed, you cried for blood


As fervors rise

Painting with ire in your eyes

Violently wailing


**


Arid and loathing

Vile and stacking pyres

And if you want theirs

You'll have to take mine too


Plaster saints veiled in rage cause tears like the rain

Centauri

Sculpted wonders

Black frontier

Casting hues

Through atmospheres

Over ridge lines

Round the river bend

Dance those that watch from darkness

As meteors descend


Here in the darkness, the cold of the night

Here in the stillness, the soul it ignites

My breath is shallow, my pulse it recites a poem of reverence

In my mind, in this vast space

A spell runs through me, wide-eyed, waiting 


*Centauri call in the night

High, the stars they are blistering white

Summits are hewn

Enraged, they reach for a smoldering moon

Deranged, the comets are mad and amused

Betrayed, the heavens will wither away


Lonely lonely, the firs in silhouette 

Holding hostage the sky like bayonets 

The hills alive, I am hardly alone

The wind is wise, a fluttering drone

The air is thick staring at the abyss

I watched a red crescent plummet to the sea

Lost in the sound, pacific mist engulfs me

In this immense space 

A spell runs through me, wide-eyed, waiting


**


Oh, the dark reflects

Grandeur in the shadows

Find introspect

The air will soon be burning

The sun will rise again


And I feel a glaring warmth in the shadows

Air soon burning

And I hear a blaring voice in the air glow

The sun will soon erupt again


A glaring warmth, a blaring voice

The sun will soon erupt again


Here in the darkness, the cold of the night

Here in the stillness, the soul it ignites

My breath is boundless, my pulse it revives 

And I, I stand here wide-eyed


**

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