Thursday, May 7, 2009
Times of Grace
The great mind swims in confusion
Its blood ferments in anger
Honor and wisdom will cower
Your river's flow is damned all to hell
Drifting in a current to stagnate
Encircle the vision of rust
Your river's flow is damned all to hell
Strong hearts soar through blindness
Tearing the fog, tearing the eyes to clarity
To a place where truth is seen
Your shell is hollow, so am i
The rest will follow, so will i
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Full of death and whores and truth
Over my dead body baby thats where theyll be
Forgive me now Ill just slit your neck
You say you remember baby you forget
Hey hey, this much is true
I never trusted you
Hey, hey, this much is true
Now I burn black for you
And Im trying just to forget
Never I wont
Never I wont
Never ever never
Saying things that you cant hear
My doll mouth to your deaf ear
Gushing up a violent smear
My doll mouth to your deaf ear
Hey, hey, this much is true
I never twisted you
Hey, hey, this much is true
Baby I burn black for you
No, I wont go down to it
Never I wont
Ever I wont
Never I wont never
Crawl right up the wall
And up the stairs
And down your hall
Now you beg and you want me
Over my dead body baby thats where Ill be
And you laugh at my disease
While sugar runs from my arteries
Hey, hey, this much is true
I never bothered you
Hey, hey, this much is true
Baby I burn black for you
And Im trying just to forget
Never I wont
Never I wont
Ever I wont never
Starts out like magic, some sick religion
That aint no vulture, thats a f***ing pigeon
Shes got vultures in her hair
And blood and feathers they are everywhere
You want retreat
Theyll be deep
Dig mine they choke and seep
Baby there, there is a room
Full of death and whores and truth
I am waiting in that room
I am dying in that room
Its all hoarse, its all pain
Its all disease, man its all the same
My little judaist
My little twin
Where you start thats where the night begins
She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...She said, I want it now...I want it now...I want it now...I want it now...I want it now...NOW!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
You who fill the hearts and eyes of whores
Litanies of Satan
Wisest of Angels, whom your fate betrays,
And, fairest of them all, deprives of praise,
Satan have pity on my long despair!
O Prince of exiles, who have suffered wrong,
Yet, vanquished, rise from every fall more strong,
Satan have pity on my long despair!
All-knowing lord of subterranean things,
Who remedy our human sufferings,
Satan have pity on my long despair!
To lepers and lost beggars full of lice,
You teach, through love, the taste of Paradise.
Satan have pity on my long despair!
You who on Death, your old and sturdy wife,
Engendered Hope — sweet folly of this life —
Satan have pity on my long despair!
You give to the doomed man that calm, unbaffled
Gaze that rebukes the mob around the scaffold,
Satan have pity on my long despair!
You know in what closed corners of the earth
A jealous God has hidden gems of worth.
Satan have pity on my long despair!
You know the deepest arsenals, where slumber
The breeds of buried metals without number.
Satan have pity on my long despair!
You whose huge hand has hidden the abyss
From sleepwalkers that skirt the precipice,
Satan have pity on my long despair!
You who give suppleness to drunkards' bones
When trampled down by horses on the stones,
Satan have pity on my long despair!
You who, to make his sufferings the lighter,
Taught man to mix the sulphur with the nitre,
Satan have pity on my long despair!
You fix your mask, accomplice full of guile,
On rich men's foreheads, pitiless and vile.
Satan have pity on my long despair!
You who fill the hearts and eyes of whores
With love of trifles and the cult of sores,
Satan have pity on my long despair!
The exile's staff, inventor's lamp, caresser
Of hanged men, and of plotters the confessor,
Satan have pity on my long despair!
Step-father of all those who, robbed of pardon,
God drove in anger out of Eden's garden
Satan have pity on my long despair!
Prayer
And also in the deeps where now you sit,
Vanquished, in Hell, and dream in hushed defiance
O that my soul, beneath the Tree of Science
Might rest near you, while shadowing your brows,
It spreads a second Temple with its boughs.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
plays on loop...
grey
(by someone else)
the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey
and i feel right at home
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way
i smoke and i drink
and every time i blink
i have a tiny dream
but as bad as i am
i'm proud of the fact
that i'm worse than i seem
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore
you walk through my walls
like a ghost on tv
you penetrate me
and my little pink heart
is on its little brown raft
floating out to sea
and what can i say
but i'm wired this way
and you're wired to me
and what can i do
but wallow in you
unintentionally
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore
regretfully
i guess i've only got three
simple things to say:
why me?
why this now?
why this way?
with overtones ringing
and undertows pulling away
under a sky that is grey
on sand that is grey
by an ocean that's grey
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want
and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore