What Started Out As Tyranny

Identity

It’s who I am

It’s what I am

It’s what I have

It’s what belongs to me

It’s what I feel

Not what is real

Unless of course

You see me pleased

See, I don’t care

And I don’t share

And you’re the burden

Inside my lair

So do what I say

And stay out of my way

As I let my chaos reign

’cause

It all makes sense to me

’cause

I want you

To do what I want

I want you

To beg

To grovel

And shake

’cause

I want you

Naked and screaming

I want you

In anguish

And ready to hate

For it is my cause

Caws

Caws

Caws

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Organic Orgasmic Origami

Free fools

Three words

And paper cuts

Enigmatic Twist

I can feed your illusions

Alleviate the confusion

With a sweet taste of fantasy

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I can shroud you in darkness

Force you to cry and confess

With a promise of ecstasy

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I can make you wish

I can make you believe

I can make you steal

I can make you deceive

But that’s not the way

I love

He Who Never Smiles

There’s a melancholic madness

Behind this virtual facade

Where intimacy in its infancy

Is exploited by the mad

There’s an artificial intellect

Whose copies are near infinite

Collecting pieces of the past

Insuring nothing can be intimate

And so he watches

And observes

With facial features carved like stone

Thinking

If this is what the world is now

Then it’s best to be alone

As obsolete adolescents

Simply refuse to let go

Of their obsessions built in infancy

That they loop and then watch grow

Simple minds in ageing bodies

With all their trophies on a shelf

Feel no guilt as the guilty

Watch their pleasures and themselves

Thir Námhan (First Draft)

Candles were lit as a romantic gesture while the fruit of the union was laid upon the alter in preparation for sacrifice.

This was to be a gift for egos who wanted far more than they deserved and who were prepared to do anything to get it. Thus the blood of the innocent was to be spilt for them to feel sated.

The sacrifice was a boy still far from manhood. Drowsy from the effects of distilled spirits and unaware of his intended fate.(…)

When the blade in his father’s hand rose above his beating chest, it glinted in the candle light and in that instant he thought he could see a shining star. A star that brought darkness as he slipped unconscious.

Blood ran in rivulets down his ribcage as the mother called for servants to prepare the boy for the flame. The servants approached the dying boy, lifted him gently then left in silence while his parents embraced each other in order to initiate sexual intercourse.

The boy was carried to an illuminated room, in the centre of which was a long rectangular shaped table, topped with stainless steel and behind which stood a hooded figure wearing a surgical mask. With a gesture of the hand, the figure ushered the servants to come forward then opened their arms to present the table before them. The servants placed the boy upon the cold stainless steel, making the boy display the slightest of shivers.

The hooded figure looked down upon the him with large amber eyes and with a warm androgynous voice said: “I am here to save you my boy.”

Translated from the shadows.

Snake Oil

Death is instrumental

To all aspects of life

Making so many live in fear

As they try to buy more time

Simple fools

Desperate for messiahs

Miracles of science

They long for the eternal

And forget to live

Momentous Thorn

All you need to do is nothing

Then I can move ahead

Without you

Without you

Without you

In my way, I’ll make my way

And make a new space in my head

Without you

I can dream of better days

And make them bloom in to the real

Where the future is my own

With nothing there for you to steal

So just you stay right where you are

And watch me walk away

Without action and in silence

That’s the role you have to play

So I can feel the thorn extracting

Pull out from my side

And let the blood flow from the wound

Knowing it will heal with time

The Call

You reap what you sow
Feel the pain of your actions
Or the pleasure
Of a multitude of distractions

You have faith
And dance around the reaper
For the one who gives you certainty
Is most certainly a keeper

You get lost in thought
Hope for a chance
To find some kind of balance
Within your notions of romance

To no avail

The Symbol

 

Retribution

It all stacks up
Over time
Accumulating turmoil
That’s the nature of the crime

A name
A place
A face
To face
The echoes
Of the past
There is no time
To waste
Once the die
Has been cast

Roll
With the blows
With an eye
On the goal
Stacking up
The reasons
To never lose
Your soul