her soul leaked out from her fingertips
as she grazed his neck underneath his beard
and enticed him to move in a manner
much like a snake and its charmer
 
he fell in love with the smell of her sweat
as she teased his lips with her bare chest
moving in a manner
much like a snake and its charmer
 
and they were strangers
dancing to the rhythm of no music
charming one another
like serpents, entangled as lovers
 
though, lovers of what,
this man asks
as he finds pleasure in her deep eyes
as if he was watching burning skies
enjoying the rise
of a belief in one singular Gods demise
 
for he questioned what was taught
when he looked into her eyes
and asked himself,
may all I was told be nothing but lies
for I find myself believing this girl to be a God
and I find myself standing on Lucifer's side
 
and they remained like serpents
her and I
biting, poisoning one another
moving as if we would never die
 
oh, Lucifer
let her burn
as she finds the irony
in the wet she yearns
 
oh, Lucifer
how did you know I'd love to make her sweat
how did you know
I would love to make her come
 
how did you know
I was not the only one
 
such a sad romantic, you are
finding pleasure in the destruction of stars
 
oh, Lucifer, light bearer
giver of tempting fires
 
let us die
as we give in to all our desires
 
dear Lucifer,
let our fires expand higher
 
let us slip into that black hole
and fall in love with the other side

bending, curving, twisting to grow
searching only for what it needs
why can we not all be
just like the trees

standing firm
in day or night
so persistent
eager to fight

branches, guided by deep waters
lifted up, seeking the light

play music for them
and watch them dance

as you wonder of ether
and come upon a transe

how do they hear
how do they feel

I say, they prove
that ghosts are real

I say, I may
speak to my dead father any day

for, he is not dead

for he, neither you or I

have nothing to dread

I spoke to him in mind and spirit
as he passed away into a black hole

as a star, as a new beginning
he is now whole

everywhere, is he

my father, a God
now omnipresent

as the imaginations in you and me


I hear him, still
just as I see the sun

I hear him, still
as I soak up that sun

it's  interesting how a physical scar on ones body when healed becomes the  most sensitive skin. I see the metaphysical form of ones self as quite  literally the physical form of ones body. when you've got as many scars  as I do, your choice between Being or  Not Being becomes more drastic. there is no medium. there is no fence  to try balancing on. so you either become completely numb, or.. your  body becomes pure fire, flames reaching out in all directions, Heaven,  Hell and to all the deja vu's which immediately woke your spirit up.  your scars then simply become realized as nothing more than your Souls  very existence. those things you cling onto, they are understood as what  it means for one to say, "I choose, to Be". so I've learned to wear my  scars proudly, as I believe them to be rips and tears within the fabric  between what is physical and what is metaphysical.. they've been torn  open, by my will alone. those who were once seen as murderers of my free  will, then become forgotten within the fires from a place where I do  not feel pain.. where nothing but the urge to feel and fill all with and  within soul exists. there is no need for a shield, or a weapon. only a  simple deep look into an others eyes and a silent hello.. don't gotta  let 'em know.. they know.. like the lions prey knows it has become food  once it catches the glare of the lions eyes, peering through straight  into their skull, from only four body lengths away.. and when you're  layin in bed with a beautifully scarred lover.. that deep look into the  eyes, ignites you both, skin and bones melt away and expose two souls  feeling, seeing, smelling, tasting and hearing every last tip of the  eternally expanding universes grip, and your infinite connection within  it.. pretty much.. how I would imagine the Big Bang to feel like if I  was the Bang itself, and my lover, that massive black space, just  waiting to be filled, to form and create... She is what made the Bang,  Big.

c'mon, let's go dancing in the fire
I know you know it will take you higher
I was dead when I met you then
and I am dead now,
as dead as I was to this world the first night I laid my eyes on the moon
and let out a howl
c'mon over here pretty lady, ****, ****, ****.
c'mon over here honny, fill, fill, fill.
:
you've got the power to move the ocean
and you know that is my favorite motion
tidal waves collide by your side
I'm on my ship enjoying the ride
oh moon, goddess of the wolves
don't waste your time on those fools
you'll sink their ships
they'll frown as they drown submerged in the dark
you'll sink their ships
and find their growls and howls were nothing but barks
c'mon over here pretty lady, ****, ****, ****.
c'mon over here honny, fill, fill, fill.
:
there is a fire deep within my bones
I know you know that fire birthed from your moans
you were there when Hells fire rose up into the nothing
received its flames and created the everything
the origin of anarchy
the origin of you and me
it was love,
a place to call above
a place where destruction
will only cause creation
Heaven
I am the lone wolf
you are the moon
my sharp teeth
will sink into you soon
your heart will explode
and mine will have already burst
for it is pounding heavier and heavier now
for it is you I thirst
soon, my moon
you will burst
c'mon over here pretty lady, ****, ****, ****.
c'mon over here honny, fill, fill, fill.
****, ****, ****, ****.

I'd just like to meet someone.
 
there was a girl I knew who would follow me,
as we followed our souls,
into the deepest parts of wherever we were,
when we were merely 4 years old.
 
I miss her organic smile.
 
I imagine her in the roots of trees
giving birth the the air I breathe
simultaneously whispering into my ear
telling me it's alright
that I've got blood dripping
from the sharp teeth in my mouth
as I wander into the depths
in search of the biggest of meals
on all fours.
 
I understand, further now
why the lone wolf howls up into the moon
despite his dissonance
from his pack.
 
I am dead
I will always be dead
and anyone who wishes to love me
will die as well.
 
therefore
I see it only logical
that I have
no hope
 
for a wife.
 
 
nor a life.
 
only a memory I may be
some great amount of years
after my death,
 
just like all the rest
 
who chose to live,
 
in the breath of something
too large to ever be filled.
 
some, thing
which had already been killed.
 
some, thing
never capable of being spilled.
 
someone, of which
all dreams are revealed.
 
never sealed.
 
I'd just like to meet
someone real.

                 isn't it funny                                look so much like capillaries?
hey Lindell,                    how the tops of trees
                 isn't it funny                                look so much like capillaries.

thick, solid bone
leading to the slender shoulder of her

teeth, and soft, moist lips
grazed up against this solidity
with hands sliding from her back
to her hips
pulling her in
and pulling her out,
like the mysterious void
within a black hole

every thing Is

everything is Not


her shoulders
sway like the ocean
as mine do the same

like two moons

like two seas

like two worlds

like Gods


wet teeth, tectonic
slide down to her breast

gravity, it seems
possesses my hands
to grab her by the hips
and lift her up


her legs, like the Oroboros
wrap around my waist

and I am devoured
and she is devoured


a sailors ship:
a clavicle
a lovers hips:
the raging seas


and her wide, wild eyes;


Death


so I drag my lips

bear my teeth

and let out a moan

which is thick

and solid




which both loves and laughs
at death



Mmm,
I love that clavicle

I love,
the taste of death

I love to prove
I have an infinite breath


Oh what a dream

Oh what a dream

we
are somewhere
in the middle of punk rock and metal
you and I

as the metal rips through your thoughts
and opens your mind
to all that this chaotic universe is
outside of this tangible reality
those eternally burning stars
allow us to touch
then explode into oblivion
to a place where Lucifer and Jesus mingle
those serrated tones, they continue ripping through your thoughts
murdering anything disconnected from the balance of chaos
they nail your body to a cross across the universe
as you have asked to die
as you have sacrificed yourself
admiting to the need of a revolution
and this
is where your soul will forever lie
until the day you die

the vibrations of punk rock
form themselves into an infinite pack of wolves
and bite down on your skin
so you mosh and mosh
ripping yourself apart
for all who mosh around you
to feed on and join
their words
the teeth of wolves
dig into you
igniting the lost connection you once had
to the tangible world you live in
and as they continue to rip your flesh apart
until you have been torn down
to nothing but bones and organs
then left with a choice
to bark
or to howl and growl
as they beg your soul
to fight
for what you have always known is right

thousands of years ago
Plato spoke of shadows
of puppets
cast upon a wall underground in a cave
by a large fire
burning behind its viewers
warning us of being lead astray
by the warmth of a fire
we never turned around to see

yet still, we are amongst the shadows
yet still, we choose to ignore
the instant burst of growth of the fire
as bodies jump in
at 27 years old
embracing the idea
of the death of death
and those willing to stay and fight
their howls and growls have been lost
within the fake copies of their brethren
wagging their tales
and ripping children's faces off

and so
we
are somewhere in the middle
of punk rock and metal
you and I
as we wonder
which is giving in
and which is not

what does it mean to die?
we ask
as we die
then rise again
what does it mean to live?
we ask
as we live
and die again
fading into
something real
something tangible

and so
we
raise the dead
and so we
raise the dead
and so we
raise the Dead!

and so
I have loved
I have hated
and to jump off a building
would be as in my dream

it is all the same

the blood of demons
drips from my mouth
as I have accepted their existence
as nothing more
than the blood of angels we were before

you can see their blood
fall down
as it shoots across the night sky
emiting such brilliance
distracting you
from the belief
that a thing such as destruction
ever truly existed