Spellbound

There is a spell leak, climbing up my living room tonight
There is a dead pluck, fluttering inside
And amid the hollow ceiling, lurks a scar
May the Heavens close, so i can bleed apart

Flood my world with apathy tonight,
so i can draw in no vain my last breath tonight
Hush my baby, hush my darling
there is no acres of barren lust left, to swirl upon tonight

All along come the shadows,
to a place i once called home
Hush my darling love, hush my beauty
You can do fine now, they say,
as long as i pledge in vanity my empty shells tonight

Remember me, when my shadow becomes a fountain of ever sparkling light. As the One and the Infinite curl up in vain, one's doom slithers by one's bloom. It's a numeric thing they say. It is no reason to fathom or despair of, they say. You can do fine now, they say.

Hush my baby please. Rush my baby now
There is no reason to live. Or die.

Original artwork: "And Heaven knows what else", by Johanna Knauer
http://enaston.deviantart.com/art/and-heaven-knows-what-else-142714062
http://www.johannaknauer.de/

Luminous

When a pinched sparrow draws its last breath
                       i cling to you
When the ages fulfill their doom
                       i see through you
In Time... in feast... in sin... in tempest...
                       i succumb... to you,
like a fugitive sunbeam succumbs to an unfledged mother's smile

I can see clearly now... through pillars of absolution,
unfathomable in the firmest clutch of deliverance
                       let me enfold you!..
and turn your last breath to ash and stone... and healing feather...
so i can live again... in Thy embrace!

Memories are clouds traversing the rear windows of the soul
In peace... in war... in truce... in sweet surrender

Through gaping chasms in pain and deep sorrow,
i flee a stream of penitent pilgrims,
just to flare in the grace of your last fallen angel...

Original artwork: "hades", by Kunstfotografie(Johanna Knauer)
http://www.johannaknauer.de/
https://www.facebook.com/Kunstfotografie.Johanna.Knauer/
http://enaston.deviantart.com/art/hades-658950096

Music, courtesy of LauG
https://soundcloud.com/laug/forgiven-and-forgotten

Woman

Woman is the ovum and the fetus
She ebbs and flows, like Time used to
From Eve to Hannah, from Grace to Delusion...
Woman is the Answer to All

There will come times when Love shall fail
and the green pastures of blessing shall wither and perish
Times, when the race of men will scatter and fall
But, not Today... not Here... not Now!
For now, Time skims afloat in the realm of you... Woman!

I met you in the caves of oblivion
I lingered, while you moaned and suffered in the woods
still, managing to stress your smile over the tree tops
I watched... and learned... how to endure
and persist... and set one's doom free

Free at last... oh Woman of dreams!
Do not abandon me now
For, i still don't know how to suffer... and endure... and persist
while you smile... skimming the surface of the trees
above the hollow of the Earth they called your resting place
Forgive me... as you did back then
when future came to pass...

Original artwork: "portrait-konfrontation", by johanna-knauer-
http://www.johannaknauer.de/portfolio/anima/

https://soundcloud.com/eonsounds/memories

Lie... or Not

What i like most in a lie
is, that it does bear the very nature of us all
You don't have to be polite, kind or patient, in order to lie
You don't need to be harsh, cruel or mischievous to lie

A lie, is a lie... regardless

It ebbs and flows like rain, orgasmic fluids and ill fate
You may do some good when you lie
Or maybe, polish the ugliness of the scariest truth
But, in no case, does it embellish the wrongful comportment that you chose to embrace

The lie is the result... the aftermath... the after
It is rather the consequence of an act than the choice to trigger the specific act
The act reflects our commitment to stay true to our nature
In whatever side of the Moon we chose to shine

The lie bears the very nature of us all
Not our will to endorse it... Or Not.

Artwork: "bleed on", by lostoneself

Eastern Promise

The Time is restless. Restless, as the glorious wind who flings his grace over the treetops. As years go by, i get the feeling that every time i look to the East, my scars ache and bleed of unsung lemon tree stigmata and of olive tree tears, speared through and through by malice. There was this girl i met once on the island of the limestone that grows over blood stains and memory loss veins. She had amber eyes and her heart was dripping honey flakes, every time she was gazing across the swollen chest of the ocean. I could feel an unbearable sorrow dwelling in the very depths of her soul. I was in love back then and i could not realize that it was the mark i was bearing on my western doom since cradle, that was causing all her suffering. Years went by... and i left... never to see her amber eyes again. The stained glass she had painted all over the aura of our nest in colors of love, lust and affection, withered and faded away. Like the smoke of an old pipe, diffused in memory and time.
I still think of her. I still miss... my eastern promise.
But, then again, i somehow managed to keep her face young and unspoiled in my heart.
This cruel, western heart of mine.


Artwork: "why cant we reach the sun", by kayjensen

Vanity

Will you suffer me, while dreaming
will you flee a tear in time
I have sowed my tomb with pest wreaths
and sewed yellow stripes of dread

Bear my fever as night's halo
drown my fear in your fest
Send your frivolous misfeasance
so i can hoist my roots from grass

As wind gasps, i flinch with tremor
fields of gold, have turned to stone
Oh! How memory deceives me
up to swap your kill with fame


Artwork: "fugue state", by menervatau