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Friday, March 20, 2015

Necronomicon Excerpt

"That is not dead which can eternal lie but with strange eons even death may die.

The sleeping dreams from death-from deep under the deep, the cold and lifeless breath; outward tendrils creep.

The demon from the stars fallen to the earth; bound by sheol's bars, mother godess birth.

Rage and chaos, savage spawn, no kind thing earth-blood is drawn.

Silent now doth she sleep in all our ways must we keep.

Giants dragons monsters men, no goddess of flowers, goddess of them.

Beauty beyond compare for majesty not lust, fear the ground beneath your feet never in it trust.

Fill your eyes with tears, gnash away you teeth, be not ignorant of this thing sleeping underneath.

Though a thousand deaths should we die not one offers pain until she wakes and with her wrath become our very bane.


Remember intimate; true majesty, power, the divine, we have lost our sense of awe in sheol we shall dine.

Look upon the sky and know the creating hand, feel the dragon's fire, we go to an unknown land.

Cross the desert's vast expanse or climb the mighty mount, swim the raging river but durst not misaccount.

Immortals and gods we entertain, those who drink our wine, for never dying do we live by resurrection we're divine.

Learn the ways of unending men, wonder at their skill not to live but never die are they moral still?

You hold the key to truth, it leads to burning lands, purify thy purest self then before them stand.

Remember your mortality, from all of earth abstain, fragile impermanence, all we've wrought is vain.

All life requires death all death requires life, life requires sacrifice, which ever causes strife.


The sweetest love the foulest hate we know not such things nor could we create.

Children laughing playing praying underneath their death is waiting.

The winds blow the trees sigh the shadows dance as the sun dies.

Under eternal eclipse, frozen mist of time, celestial clockhand ships dream of the sublime.

Inquisitive carnal knowledge, fire fans the flame, ever lapping passion, oceans are not tame.

From eternal sight shall we ever fall, dreams of dreams are coming to us all."

Monday, August 10, 2009

take heart, before its broken. its worth it.

the blur of emotions, the torrent of colors and fire, the base of pain it brings you closer and closer, TO ROCKS, sharp rocks. fly with me, ill take your soul, fall with me, ill make you whole- trust me, hurt you, hurt me, again, again.. again again. we dance, we fly, we twirl, we cry, we know that one day we'll be rescued and we hope even though were doing everything wrong he'll take us anyway. hell take us anyway. take heart, before its broken. its worth it. take heart, before its stolen. its worth it. look at the stars, he that made them, he she, her him.. he can throw you away like a broken peice of clay that no one would look at. it couldve been a masterpiece, but the clay didnt have the patience. so now, its more broken than when it started. cast into the fire because it wasnt good enough. because when the mason took it up and knew it wasnt good enough, he took it with him, just so it could lie desolate in the fireplace, with the ash. the ash. ash. embers. coal. wood fire. souls dancing. flames licking. wet kisses. worth nothing. WHY DID HE PICK UP THE CLAY WHEN HE KNEW HE WOULDNT USE IT? so we break it, we break us. we are so broken. because, we dont want to be anything
else
at all
lost and so confused
wheres the help?
fly away, fall away, till were dashed on the rocks. lets just sit on the rocks and have a picnic instead. that way we wont have as far to fall and it wont hurt if we do.