Oh my solitary soul
Like an icy shoal
I thought long ago
That I was cavernous and deep as a ravine
But I’m fresh fallen powdered snow
To be crushed to ice beneath the feet of what comes and goes
I remember you sometimes as I take off my clothes
And monitor the scars
They stretch and burn
Toil and yearn
That you may have felt the same
But we’re all to blame

When I think about you
It’s like inhaling gulps of seawater
No matter how cold I get being alone seems to get hotter
It feels just like shaking an image free from a Polaroid
To drag up your memory
A little bit blurrier at first
Thinking about the good times makes it hurt the worst
I just try to convince myself that it isn’t my fault
That I’m not cursed
Sometimes just pretending to forgive myself
Alleviates me for short bursts

I shiver dry in the shower
Before the sunlight hour
Trying to whet my appetite for guilt
All it does is make the flowers wilt
Ones I planted for you
In the little box outside my room
Whenever the dainty things bloom
My regret does too
It’s like pesticide to love you
It kills the roses, gouges my poses
That I made to eschew

We were swimming in the thickest of it
Of the slicing tides of love and hate
My lust refused to be sate
I was condemned to wait
Always reaching at you like prisoners to passing guards
Just biding my time, gnawing on my wrath
Preparing for my pouncing strike
Marking the points on my warpath

Oh my aeons aged soul
Born to never grow old

Je te chante
A toute heure
Religieusement
Les très grandes moultes belles et riches heures de Ma Dame

Je te les chante en latin à matines  
Ave Maria Plena Gratia
Je te les chante à laudes
Tota pulchra es amica
Je te chante en latin les petites heures, les heures de pucelle
Je te les chante à prime
Regina caeli letare
Je te les chante à tierce
Benedicta es tu filia
Je te les chante à sexte
Obsecro te domina sancta Maria, Mater dei, pietate plenissima
Je te les chante à none
O intemerata et in eternum benedicta

Je te chante en latin les grandes heures, les donzelles
Je te les chante à vêpres
Alleluia Hosanna Musa Benedicta tu in Musis
Je te les chante à complies
Salve Regina Mater misericordiae vita dulcedo et spes nostra salve

Et dans le silence de ma cellule
Noire et blanche
Je te renouvelle
Après l'office des complies
Sans antiphonaire et sans graduel
Mes voeux d'humilité, de pauvreté et chasteté
Ecoute la prière grégorienne
De ton moine cistercien, ton baryton orthodoxe,
Ton serviteur, ton esclave, ton Musc
Nu et sincère sans habit et sans scapulaire
Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae

Everything comes to an end.
Except beauty,
The Beauty of the soul.
It has no beginning,
It has no end.
It's here to stay...Eternum...

What is a beginning that it must be done over?
If it must be repeated than is it really a beginning,
Or part of a cycle?

Cycle, Circle,Cyclic

The rains come.
The leaves fall.
The winter comes and darkness shreds the sun.
And so the Light returns.

To Begin Again.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
They said.
and yet,
The eternum of goodness is not confined to gold.

Said the candle to the dark- Who's there?

The dark could not reply.

So the LampLight carried on, for it never needed the dark to prove that it could shine, anyway.

Anyway.
Anyway is never the best way, but is more often than not an option.
Options.
there are only two roads in the wood.
Why not three?

Find the light.
The darker it gets,
The easier the light is to find.

The ever consuming defying darkness that envelops my inner mind I know I found a reason to be guided by the Light
Desperation blindness the shades portrayed by an omnious shade of black
I begin to realize am beginning to lose sight
Slowly my consiousness slipping and yet I try to fight
The feelings of impending horror masquerading in the Night
Diabolic Phantoms and the foul creatures that consume Life
A myraid shrouded in myself...image
The Dark Imminent Forces that shape my formless soul for I am still a Celestial Body A part of the Powers of Heaven & Hell inside my Shrine...
I am slowly becoming a Beast an Accursed Temple slowly being consumed by Hollows Of Sloth Wrath Pride Insolence Vanity and Treachery
I have learned to communicate with this Deviants and Spirits and Fallen Angellic Servants that sense and feed of my channeling ports of light & dark energy many occult practices I have performed in my past... for I have a relationship with the Lord Of Hosts but also able to manifest and perform the most primordial evil in it's truest form...I have 2000 Entities working for me with me within and outside me...for they where created thru my will and enslaved by my spiritual might and power of my ability to transfer, communicate, act, manipulate, transfigurate and absorb aura, energy and light and dark alike...Beyond that veil of dreams there is a enormous spiritual realm that I have explored I have stepped and walked among God's presense and I am also allowed and able to walk among the demonic for I fear neither for I have the balance of each spirit. Ashetak, Ahxer,Alleauous...
Beheel,Bruthmok,Balruk...
Cromm,Creaudus,Chem.­..
Devek,Delthamy,Desvez...
Efhor,Eshium,Eljair...
Feigh,Feir,Fog­gothar...
Geth,Gremath,Gashaum...
Helyel,Hydoll,Hosmous...
Ishuk,­Ishtar,Isheke'hek...
Jehok,Jamale,Joshiktar...
Keim,Kellem,Kour..­.
Lous,Lomnk,Lockthall...
Mous,Matreu,Morthor...
Neir,Neus,Nakash­ek...
Opem,Osuth,Oscurym...
Pethel,Pattux,Peom...
Quar,Quimm,Qhof­ar...
Rivum,Rievere,Riuk...
Seiff,Shom,Sha'lahaim...
Teur,Toros,T­em...
Velk,Veshkum,Veaish...
Wam,Wes,Wailth...
Xur,Xirith,Xezur..­.
Zek,Zahar,Zuzu...

Invictum Septum Divinus Algori Forte Irto La Terra
Arteum Sorte Sanctus Deamonus
Ele Dominus Infinitus Capernum ciellis
Temptatium Ode Exertus Creatos
Orde Di A Diaboli Eternum
Ferfeitum Shakath Ambreoise!!!

13th Oracle Of God.

The day shall turn to night and in that
Day even the righteous shall hide from thy Maker.