Τρίτη, 27 Μαρτίου 2018

Fading in

You fought for me tonight.
For the night that lingers in dream and affection.
For the stolen child, with the golden eyes and the frisky smile.
I remember you in an olive grove. Sunbathing in a sparkle of feverish light, hovering above all that is called life.
Your flame still clasps my plight... easing the pain... absorbing the suffering.
I don't know you. I never knew you... still i sense we somehow met in an emblematic future. Not within the boundaries of the ill-conceived space and time.
And in order for me to reach you, all i had to do was let go. And start existing inside the spasm of an undisclosed fate. A fate that we shared in the past... where everything grew aloft... and our dusty splinters bled in unbearable harmony.
The only way i ever knew to lose me... the only fright i was ever taught to suffer.
Will you suffer me? Within the comfort of our common dream?
Oh, how i dread being inside you... tonight.

Courtesy of ©nikgml

Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer-Kunstfotografie(Enaston on DeviantArt)

Πέμπτη, 1 Μαρτίου 2018

Young... again

Some might say that we lost a battle. Some may even claim that we are held prisoners inside an asphalt womb. Alone and stark, like a barren wasteland, forgotten by God's absolution... and Man's retribution. People will come and say that our leap of faith was left suspended over an ocean of everlasting perdition. I can feel it... sometimes while i sleep. Echoes of clustered laments, scorched inside the husk of a time capsule, buried in a crack of space that never existed. Our loves and despairs, never occurred. Our cries and our laughters, never heard. Our words of redemption, never uttered. Our deeds of gracious atonement, never flourished. Men may come and go, some may linger, while others pass by in hasty frenzy. And as the new dawn will be engraving its bloody scratch inside the loins of an untainted Earth, we will meet again. To be new. To be whole. To be young.
And in Life's gingery flint, we will burn with Love... again.

Courtesy of ©nikgml

Original artwork: "serenade for abyss", by shamanski

Πέμπτη, 18 Ιανουαρίου 2018

In God's Wrath

Stains of wrath fester inside my veins 
New beginnings incubate in primal fears 
Still I wonder... if it's going to end tonight. 

Every night... in every corner of my plight 
i slay my fetus-sin, as if I am to feel once more holy... and whole. 

Deprived from lust and cause, 
i forge ahead motionless... pointless... void of smell and sigh 
Amidst grey pastures and scavengers of greed, feasting on my long-lost youth. 

The moment I laid eyes on you... night disappeared 
And I saw in you my child... ageless... unborn and undead altogether 
I felt you as a woman... a priestess and a whore 
A lover and a scum... stretched in purity... 
extended in apathy... forsaken in chastity 
Lost and reborn and spent in all forms of life as it once was. 

The moment I laid eyes on you... 
it was the exact moment when the ink of your butterfly lure 
was spilled over the life span of a thousand lives 
But all I had to spare... was one moment in time, 
before I diminish in God's wrath... 

Courtesy of ©nikgml

Original artwork, courtesy of Kunstfotografie/Johanna Knauer(Enaston on deviantArt)

Κυριακή, 17 Δεκεμβρίου 2017


Strange voices utter words of disease inside my ears.
I lay here on my own, awestruck and bewildered.
As autumn leaves dredge the Earth's loins
with sanguine stripes of divine epiphany
and the wet kisses of a distilled lust,
cloister inside my veins... i drain in fear... and plunge in the void.

Original artwork, courtesy of MWeiss-Art
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Παρασκευή, 17 Νοεμβρίου 2017

A groan in the dark

I saw you in an olive grove. 
Floating astray, in a golden sparkle... some call it God's grace. 
I wonder why... 
And the children's dread could be felt from afar. 
Their hands of steaming clay, festering in the dark, 
while ominous shrieks trimmed the edge of the canopy... 
only to succumb to the primal stir of death... 
lurking to inseminate this holly piece of land. 

My bane... my fear... my path... 
A groan... some say, "Thou shall not pass"! 
I'm drained of lust and bone and semen in disguise 
Segregate my limbo from this pestilence tonight. 
I want to feel once more, the hollows of your sigh... 
Bathing in a sparkle suit, amidst the olive fleece, 
that some call the grace of God... 
with no reason to live... or die. 

Courtesy of ©nikgml

Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)

Δευτέρα, 23 Οκτωβρίου 2017

Kiss me goodbye

Streets of silence, craft their pulse inside a beacon's slit. 
A woman buries her doll in the barren land of illusion... 
then lips the verse of an unutterable chant... and dies secretly. 

A goodbye tune stumbles upon the etching of a thousand primal fears. 
I glow unfulfilled inside the darkest praise of the Lord. 
Don't ask me why... kiss me goodbye 
I paid my dues... in obscenity... in lust... and deviation...
and lay my penitence claw before your scrambled angels in sight... 

Amidst crows, strayed far away from Heaven's den 
and vultures, feasting on my unchristened child's limbo, 
I walk skinning my past... and screening my future. 
There is no atonement, in what commands He who fell from grace. 
Do not wipe off the sludge around my neck tonight... 
Do not brew from scratch my plight alright... 
Just, kiss me goodbye... 

Original artwork, "Deaf Heart", by MWeiss-Art

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Δευτέρα, 9 Οκτωβρίου 2017

Legacy of the Unspoiled

Sail this life tonight. 
Sail the sultry steam of my dying dreams tonight. 
In an ocean of purple sigh and yellow memories, 
learn how to endure and abide. 
I'll be waiting on the brim of all things alive. 
We will conquer death's den in the blink of an eye. 
Together we shall prosper... and perish, 
inside the hollows of the Earth. 
And the frame of our love, 
will always be engraved in the limestone of this land we once loved... 

Original Artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)