When day is gone the night is dusk
Grotesquely dark, hostilely ancient
Territories in obscurity.
The utter darkness descends
Something wild possesses the Earth
Where hunger guides ensomnia-makers
...Add the colour of disgust and
paint the horror enter
When night is dusk.

Uncertainty is what we get
When moon metastasis are reached out
Herbivorous instincts strike
The fear of flesh to be devoured
Sunrise blade... Slash sanguines, bright
Celestial beast's evescerated
My nocturnal passage stirs up
Fit I thought neglected
My heathen fit...

Lo!

Light solar
Archaic rapture follows
Infinite shine
Solar
The unity of flesh and flames
Almost divine

When night is gone the day is light
Oh vital light, perennial, ancient
Carnal spark the sun ignites...

Such an erotic fascination
Noctiflorous withering...

Strange things have birth
Renewing existance
Day blood awakening to justify and excuse
My pagan burst!

The Spider's Kiss
Doors of his face, the lamps of his mouth
Vargant Lord of plagues
And deserts; he speaks on behalf
Of savage and of charm
Thus loathsome and beautiful twin
Skilful, frigid hands.
So subtle the nature of sin.

The spider's kiss
Aesthetics bizarre
For many in shapes of the beauty unversed
Multiform it's species;
Vestments and vestures are diverse

Spider's kiss
So charming, attractive, delicious and sweet
There's a grace in vile, a glamour,
Enjoy the unique
Comes now impetuous tide to waters wild,
Seas, ship furrowed not
Comes now the concept
Left to minds alert
A day when great is subverted.
And will we mourn over his gifts?
Nescient of the gloom, once sent to a realm of eclipse...

Former nevermore
Their commonness has passed us by.
Mortal architects, we raise the pathology high...


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From distant wave to hurricane
From secret lust to world aghast
And pain inane
Yes, chaos proliferous
Chaos spawn, grown
From serpent speech to deeds eldritch
From blow to storm
From high-raised hands to interment
And hate innate
As the plot unwinds
As these pestilent spores we imbibe
... Forever rage's becoming guide
Burn every seed-
Whatever that tempts, that enslaves,
Whatever that they've unleashed upon.
Us; another triumph of hate

Another spirit in quest
The link of wrath in a chain of scorn.
Every doubt...

Too blotesque the icon they paint
What is this substance to call it God?
The poison is vomited out,
It's a vicious art.

Behold, let's vision take your heart!
Garden,
Where iron like father reminds brothers
Of their consanguinity, averting bloodshed.
Where beasts, tired of roaring, rise and
Gaze at the sky, and are there so many
Of them 'cause they have a different
Vision of God?

Where low bird brings the gold of
Sunset and all the might of it's
Conflagration; lions dream, having their
Faces on pads.
Garden, garden where wolves lick cold
Iron and the glance of a beast
Means more than wisdom itself.

Garden, we haunt with ease-
Feral in the masses
Garden, man-made cosmos.

Where eagle falls downwards like idol
From temple roof,
And sometimes he seats with a wings so
Strangely spread.
Does it seem for him he's
flying high over the mountains?
Or does he pray?
Or is he hot?

He sits down with holy fears
And waters the ground with tears
Then Humility takes it's root
Underneath his foot?
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head
And the catterpiller and fly
Feed on the Mystery

And it bears the fruit of Deceit
Ruddy and so fucking sweat to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In it's thickest shade

The Gods of the earth and sea
Sought thro'Nature to find this Tree
But their search was all in vain
There grows one in the Human Brain

Whene'er didst taste Thou the
Fruit of Deceite and of Human Abstract-
Transitory
It's sweet...
Bitter, tart and wormy
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the worm?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod or bowl?
Until a thousand spirits go astray in dark
..."The human form, eternally abstract".

There's a distance long between you
Craving lips and inspiration chalice
Whose wine like fever- neverending
Everlasting heat
Eternity evanished
Gather days to make them sands
Falling from your feeble hands
Thought's like views of nothingness
Malice leaves through broken glass
(follows the glass?)

Rid your eyes of control
Take a naught, a chaos
Perfect clay to sculpt from it
Here comes creative passions play...

Desire... Warm of will, a carrion of might
Another string bizarre of violin of mine
Creative serpent burst, the universal urge so fervid
See the man's becoming Demiurge

Dawn of force; starvation fails
Skin forebodes a driven nails
That's a power tempting wise man
And lending colours to the moon
Granting orchid it's charm and splendour

Soon it comes, the light itself
Seems to be not of this Earth.

Go starless in the night...

Once carcass is cold no rest in hearts
And no predictive eyes strong to see
What lies beyond nepenthe.
So teach me what is death!
Down to absolute
To where emptiness
Breeds and slithers, mute
To where my hunger ends...

Forbidden ever this domain of mine
My beloved; Relish the flesh and wine
Relish life; but allow death to be
A tale, a legend, Mistery.

A transience of it all...

What is in flesh? A cerement to clothe.
Gift seemingly absurd...

Watch calmness leaves the man
For he is me, the inquiring
And till blood warms tongue
The passing stuns...

Out of this lot
Terrestrials await
Out of this lot
To where my thirst I'll slake

Pacific cold bewitches the dying eyes
Far beyond the brink no entry twice
Beware to question the abysm
For its lesson is last; and secrecies are grim.