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Philip Connett Apr 2021
Angel form of angel bells
Knell to the springtime of our love
Forebear to the summer heat ensue
Requite endure of somas delight
Feracious profundity verdurous express
The unct of skin and alls impress
From angels hearth of arch and tecture
I speak to you of perfecture
For if this bodies embrace wrapped in skin
Holds a heart that's true
Then let me see form of your face
And be with our love due
In the above poem the word 'arch' is pronounced as the word 'arc' following the form of the word 'architecture' thus complementing the phonetic flow of the poem's prosody:  the intention, if there is such a thing, is for the word 'arch' to carry the word associations of that particular word whilst carrying the phonetic form of the word 'arc' and thus carrying forthwith word associations of this particular word - it's all in the architecture...
Philip Connett Apr 2021
THAT CONSTANT PULL
DRAWS ME IN
AGAIN
AGAIN
AGAIN
I'M DRIFTIN'
ADRIFT
LOST SIGHT
OF SHORE

THAT SILENT DARK NIGHT
THAT SUN'S A MEMORY
A FADED FILM
ON DULL WALLS

EVER IN TOW AND PULL
ETERNALL DARKNESS FALLS

THE SUN A PHOTOGRAPH
BURN IT FROM END TO END

WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE
NO BEACON TO THIS END
I'M WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE
WITH NO LIGHT TO SEND
MY EYES ARE BLINDING ME
EARS STONE MIND NUMB
NO SENSE IN THIS NONSENSE
CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO END

THERE'S SURRENDER IN ABANDON
NUMBED TOUCH AND TASTELESS THINGS
CHEAP IMAGES SURROUND US
SALIVATE THE TASTE THAT LINGERS
IMPULSE COMPULSIVE TRENDS
THERE'S SURRENDER IN THE DEATH HOUSE
LIGHT WILL BRING ITS END


BLACK NIGHTS
CANCERED MEMORIES
DISSOCIATED NETWORKS
LOST TIME
BLINKING LIGHTS
LOST CONNECTIONS
LOST SIGHT
NO CONNECTION
BLINKING LIGHTS
LOST TIME
NO CONNECTION
NO LIGHT
NO SIGHT
NO CONNECTION
As if a song lyric that I wrote in my mid-teenage years...
Philip Connett Apr 2021
Running Blind Madness
Eyes Wide Heart Pounding
Spirit Lifts Senses Live
Theres Thunder IN THE Atmosphere

This IS A Free Arena
A Gateless Auditorium
Open Fields
Open Wide
Forking Lightning ON THE Horizon

This Natural Inebriation
IN Dynamic Resonation
Anticipation OF THE
Consternataion

Hells Beasts Abound
Snarling Snouts Sounding
Heavy Hoofs Pounding
Crazed Dashing Hounding
IN THE Chaos That'S Surrounding

Hells Beasts Abound
Torso'S Writhing Flailing
Grit Bucking Flailing
Crimson Flow Tailing
THE Gore OF THE Impailing

I'M Knee Deep
IN A River OF Blood
Fleshen Heap
IN THE Reddening Flood

Sodden WET Flesh
Whip AND Turn
Trace THE SKY
With THE Carnal Rain
WET THE Earth
With A Reddened
Stain

Sodden WET Flesh
Whip AND Turn
Trace THE SKY
With THE Carnal Rain
WET THE Earth
With A Reddened
Stain

Sodden WET Earth
Besot With Death Mirth
Drown THE Earth
IN THE Afterbirth
Every Beast THE ****** Herse
DON'T RID ME OF THE ******* Curse

IN AN Ever Rising River OF Blood
Causing Chaos With NO Remorse
I AM Power IN Full Course
Wreaking Havoc

Sump
WET
Dripppin'
Torn
This Bloods LET BY MY Horn
I'M Sopping WET
MY ****** Horn
I Feel Like I'M NEW Born

Drumming Quakes Pounding
Shaking THE Foundation
Lifting Spirits IN THE AIR
I AM GOD Everywhere

Helter Skelter IN THE Chaos
This IS Pandemonium
Freedom Forms
IN THE Void
Electric Flux Obliteration

Pure Intoxication
AS Evil Incarnation
This Revelation
IS Anihilation
As if lyrics of an unfinished song that I wrote when I was about 15 years old...  I dig the atmosphere!
Philip Connett Apr 2021
GET IN THE BOX *****
GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn

GET OFF THE Soap BOX Preacher
IT Time YOU Took Your Turn

IT'S Pure Hypocrasy
IT'S Heresy IN Your Name
IT'S A Faux Show Fantasy
YOU Wear THE Devil Shame

NO More Lies
NO More Lies
NO More Lies

ALL ARE Fallen Angels
**** THE Preacher
Burn THE Witches

ALL False Idols CAN Burn
ALL False Idols CAN Burn
ALL False Idols CAN Burn
Your Church Will Burn

SO ALL This
SO ALL This
SO ALL This

SO ALL This Rests ON A LIE
Your Right TO Justify
Torture IN THE Name OF GOD

THE Devils Ignorant
Angels ARE Innocent

DON'T YOU Know THE Devils AN Angel Spurned
This Devils AN Angel Burned

GET IN THE BOX *****
GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn

GET OFF Your Soapbox Preacher
This Minds Open NOT TO Learn

Enduring Reality
AS YOU Preach Duality
IT'S Pure Hypocrasy
YOU Wear THE Devil'S Shame

CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE Blinded BY THE Light
IN Arrogance YOU'VE Lost Sight

IT'S Reality NOT Duality
This Polarity Seeks TO Resolve
IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve

Reality
Duality
Polarity
Seeks TO Resolve
IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve

OF AN Angels Scorn
A Devil'S Born

FOR This Gods OWN Conceit
THE Devil Took HIS Seat
TO Cast Into Hell AN Angel Scorned
AND There YOU'LL Dwell
A GOD That'S Horned

THE Devil'S Ears Bleed AT THE Choirs Song
Justifying OF That Gods Wrong
Merciless Cruelty
NOT A Word OF Dissent
Allowing False Judgement
Blind TO Hypocrasy
THE Devil'S Begrudgement
THE Angels Heresey

TO Cast Into Hell
AN Angel Spurned
AND BY Your Hand
THE Tables Turned
Revoked Your Throne
BY Your Conceit
THE Devil Burns
ON HIS Rightful Seat

DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong TO Demonise
IT'S This Arrogance I Despise

DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong
TO Touch AN Angels Hair
Knowing IT'S OF Evil WE Both Share
OF THE Fabric WE NOW Tear

AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
As if lyrics to an unwritten song from my mid-teenage years;  it was first written as a poem.
Philip Connett Apr 2021
THE SHIELD BECOMES YOU
PEASANT, MEEK, AND FEARFUL

ANY CHANGE ASTOUNDS
AS NEEDLESS, AND FEARFUL

YOUR LIFE IS BUILT IN BOUNDARIES
YOUR LIGHT IS KEPT INSIDE
YOUR SIGHT IS LAMED, TAMED AND ABANDONED
MAMED, DULL, FLICKERING, SHAME

YOUR FEAR IS MOUNTED ON THE PRECIPICE
DUG IN, CHAINED IN THE LABOURED SLAVE
THE WAVES THAT WEAR ON YOUR BODY OF STONE
SILENTLY BLEED INTO YOUR MIND

YOUR FEAR IS LOVE THAT BATTERS DOWN THE WALL
THAT SHATTERS YOUR NICHE OF SAND CASTLE COMFORT
CHALLENGES YOUR FRAGRANT DREAM
AS ATOMIC WIND THROUGH A CITY OF EMPTY SOULS
Philip Connett Apr 2021
THAT IMBECILE DRUNK
THAT FILTHY MURDERESS

THE ***** THAT LITTERS AND FOULS THE EARTH
THE ***** THAT LITTERS AND SOILS

BY BREEDING
ILLEGITIMATE CHILD

THE ***** THAT GLITTERS WITH FALSE PROMISE
FALSE PRIDE

FALSE
GOLD

WORTHLESSNESS

SHE LIED

HER SICKNESS

HER PROGENY

HER MADNESS

SENILITY

HER ROTTEN TEETH

DECAY HER MIND

HER PAIN SHE EXTENDS

AS HER DAYS EBB AWAY

HER PAIN SHE EXTENDS

'TILL HER DYING DAY
Philip Connett Apr 2021
Make my bed the mantle and crown
My women studded gems on the eider and down

I'll make rubys and jets and opals my pets
A sticker the slipper that wicker wets
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