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grauwulfMore of the poetry type stuff...
Chartreuse One:
Green fire poured off the incensed alters of men made gods. The natural color never found in nature. Purity of mans creation, distilled. Swirling hate seething in syrupy embers. This must be love.
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Love Asphyxiated:
When you love something you hold on to it as tightly as you can. You pull it as close as it can be to your being. Hugging its matter into your very essence. Salty rain drops cascade from the joy of knowing something so strong and having it so close. Darkness shutters down because there is no guard to keep up, no walls to reinforce against the sweet bliss. And when you awaken from you rest snuggled in so tight to that love you realize the life has been smothered out of it, asphyxiated on sucrose smiles. Repunsle hung by her hair until she be dead, dead, dead.
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Midnight Secrets
Its midnight again and my secrets are told, whispered to the shadows that listen so intently with understanding. It’s midnight when the walls go down and hope gives way to the hell of my reality. The moon's sweet zenith looks down and waits for my sordid confessional. Our mother hectate who art in the heavens, it has been a lifetime since my last confessional. I come before you humbled of my guile, forgoing the persona that is the person I let all that know me know. I kneel striped of mortal barriers naked of mans skin. Accept me for the grotesque thing that I am, if you can. I sin. Not against the rules of a primordial father figure, but through the shattering of my own commandments. I have had impure thoughts. I have played out the scenarios in my mind polluting the sanctity of my souls tributaries. I have lied. Let myself into the false doors and down the lost trails in an attempt to forget who I was loosing in the forest of my life. Sylvan disgrace of a false guide. I have done harm to others. I have caused pains that will never heal, inflicted scars upon pristine flesh. Spider webs of sorrow and regret visible on the surface at a hundredth of the internal damage, fine lines belying the chasms beneath. I have hurt, because I could not place the pain of truth around the neck of those I loved. Kneeling before this alter of self I beg me for the wisdom to be free of these trappings so that I may know the hope of happiness and the prospect of love for those I have robbed it from. I pray to the deity in my reflection. I ask you only this one simple question: ‘dear god that sleeps within me, what have I done? How can I set these wrong things right?’ And so it is that midnight softly betrays her secrets to one am:
Chartreuse One:
Green fire poured off the incensed alters of men made gods. The natural color never found in nature. Purity of mans creation, distilled. Swirling hate seething in syrupy embers. This must be love.
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Love Asphyxiated:
When you love something you hold on to it as tightly as you can. You pull it as close as it can be to your being. Hugging its matter into your very essence. Salty rain drops cascade from the joy of knowing something so strong and having it so close. Darkness shutters down because there is no guard to keep up, no walls to reinforce against the sweet bliss. And when you awaken from you rest snuggled in so tight to that love you realize the life has been smothered out of it, asphyxiated on sucrose smiles. Repunsle hung by her hair until she be dead, dead, dead.
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Midnight Secrets
Its midnight again and my secrets are told, whispered to the shadows that listen so intently with understanding. It’s midnight when the walls go down and hope gives way to the hell of my reality. The moon's sweet zenith looks down and waits for my sordid confessional. Our mother hectate who art in the heavens, it has been a lifetime since my last confessional. I come before you humbled of my guile, forgoing the persona that is the person I let all that know me know. I kneel striped of mortal barriers naked of mans skin. Accept me for the grotesque thing that I am, if you can. I sin. Not against the rules of a primordial father figure, but through the shattering of my own commandments. I have had impure thoughts. I have played out the scenarios in my mind polluting the sanctity of my souls tributaries. I have lied. Let myself into the false doors and down the lost trails in an attempt to forget who I was loosing in the forest of my life. Sylvan disgrace of a false guide. I have done harm to others. I have caused pains that will never heal, inflicted scars upon pristine flesh. Spider webs of sorrow and regret visible on the surface at a hundredth of the internal damage, fine lines belying the chasms beneath. I have hurt, because I could not place the pain of truth around the neck of those I loved. Kneeling before this alter of self I beg me for the wisdom to be free of these trappings so that I may know the hope of happiness and the prospect of love for those I have robbed it from. I pray to the deity in my reflection. I ask you only this one simple question: ‘dear god that sleeps within me, what have I done? How can I set these wrong things right?’ And so it is that midnight softly betrays her secrets to one am:
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Date: 2004-10-21 09:10 pm (UTC)Poetry is kick ass, how is the guitar coming?
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Date: 2004-10-21 09:17 pm (UTC)no actually not too bad. my fingers are killing me but the painfull sounds are going away and the rythmic "hey you know that almost sounds like a peice of a song.... hummm" is happening more and more. I still have to look at the fret board alot but it's happening....
How about you? I read Sin's post. that is some total shit. I hope things have been groovy otherwise.
Later,
-Mel
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Date: 2004-10-22 01:36 pm (UTC)And I cant believe you have to work in a land far far away on Halloween!! *pouts* The powers that be should know better than to fuck with the sacred day of celebration.