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PID - Dan - 019The pair stood back to back on the shadowy pier,
White hair brushed against blue in the shallow wind,
Water crashed against the rocks below as the ferries left the harbour,
The silence continued for a moment, and then no longer.
"So, that's that then?" he croaked as his heart broken in-two,
Without a word, she nodded, pausing as she took her step,
Hearing his fingers crack as he struggled for control,
Remorseless eyes stared at the cruise vessel afloat beyond--
Not as much as a thought of regret.
His pale gold eyes glistened in the water of fresh tears,
Her blood red ones just blinked as she waited,
"So after months of nothing, it's over?"
"Didn't get the message I never stated?"
He blinked once and turned around to look at the Daemon,
His hand shaking as he reached for her shoulder,
As she swept it away without as much a glance,
Wanting to wait for him to react no longer.
"Don't want to reach for me do you?
I mean nothing to you?
The little things give you away."
Emotion had paralyzed
PID - Fer - 019In the distant realms of hell's of the night,
The young imprisoned Prince considered his plight,
Emotionally scarred, physically battered and torn,
He remembered all he had known and lost--
With the flicker of flame in his cage's path,
Hanging restlessly from the dank castle walls,
Ferocity realised his past, and for it he began to mourn.
As he lay his weary head down on the hard, cold metal grate,
His eyes drooped closed, before he began to contemplate his fate,
In the land of dreams he saw the reflection of his oldest, dearest friend.
Princess Kakyuu stood over his listless body, red hair flailing,
As she worriedly attempted to awaken him,
"Time to wake now, Lord Prince,
This is not the time for you to give in--,
Your dogged spirit will finally let your heart mend."
He opened his eyes and scanned the room,
Although he was still dreaming, he was looking at the flowers in bloom,
As they stood at a sombre rock that represented his tomb,
He cracked his knuckles and laughed to himself,
Ferocity - ODF - TDH TracksThe smell of the liquid filled his lungs,
As he opened the bottle infront of him from the floor.
Clear intoxication, the stuff to push the daemons away,
The strength of the memory dulling and beginning to bore.
His hands around her neck in pure rage, untainted,
Unbiased, nothing controlling, defiling his heart.
It was his hands, his actions, his anger that drove him to lash out,
The past had built up in his head, the end was just the start.
"Was it better when you tossed and turned,
On his undercover mattress,
Did it feel so good, oh it felt so good.
I don't what I'd do if you lost sleep over little old me,
It's so much better, we're all much better,
Take off your sweater,
Your shoes and shirt,
And get to work."
The vivid lacerations of his temper filtered his mind,
Every swing and clench as she tried to hide herself away,
His broken heart cried vengence in every breath he'd take,
Borderline psychopathic bloodlust, a bull to the rag he'd stay,
Until his thrist for equality was sated.
PID - Jup - 20The torn figure of the Prince watches over the rising moon,
Reflecting on past deeds and broken promises,
His tattered, blood stained wings feel so heavy to him,
A burden of shattered dreams from his awaking nightmares.
Nothing but the past, for past sake floats through his thoughts,
The cold, dismal damp air flutters through his feathers,
The soft, drizzling rain soaks his face and thinning blue hair,
As his pale gold eyes reflect the light from the dancing orb in the sky.
Whilst the moon ducks and weaves with the lingering clouds above,
The broken figure of Ferocity makes no sounds but a low, miserable breathing.
The images of actions lost to the winds, fates that still might become reality,
Realities that denounce themselves as his brand new fate
The selfish notion of why these things must happen around "me".
Ferocity sits there, ignoring the gentle rustle of the trees,
His mind fixating on the point that turned the tide against him,
The battle for his soul lost in a maelstrom
PID - Nep - 005You should know of the night when the spark reappeared,
Could it be that the former lovers would finally burn the world?
Of course, where the Prince is concerned, love is not needed for that, as he had--
Been tainted by the possession of his soul for an age, and he would behold
All of Nakafi's dark fire grating away at his fragile heart,
I don't even know where his thoughts began, but I know this wasn't what he
Wanted, nay it was the feeling of power that was tearing him apart
But tonight he stood on a packed stage, guitar in hand, screaming words
You never felt such force, or such emotion in one person's voice.
Wasn't anything cliché or anything manufactured,
Honest emotion in heart felt song, with friends to support him in his choice,
Now shredding his way through the rift, wings spread aloft
Get the feeling he's got a message for someone, somewhere
In darkened stage lights, and pyrotechnical displays of angst.
The notion of ill feeling sank in his heart as he sang into the--
PID - Nep - 020He sits in a corner, a loran figure, his wings stretched against the walls,
Head drooped down on his knees as he sleeps off the Sambuca,
Four empty bottles from four days of drinking scattered around the house's halls,
Once the proud Prince of the Moon, nothing more than an addict on a bender.
If you just walked away
What could I really say
Would it matter anyway
Would it change how you feel
The Outer Scouts sat around his house watching him,
The timid figure of Saturn, scared from her previous meeting with her liege,
Our rather the fiery Monster that resides inside of his heart,
Pluto who was worried the reels of time were on course to become under siege.
Then there was Uranus and Neptune, the ties that could never be left behind,
In all his hate and malice, they still stuck up for him,
Neptune leant down by him as he mumbled for the umpteenth time,
"I'm sorry," but she smiled and wiped the dried blood and tears from his face and eyes
Uranus, more in jealous concern, yet, abidin
PID - Jup - 016The party began thier hoilday more in worry and mourn,
Having arrived on the shores of the UK in the early dawn,
Searching for the missing Prince who for 3 months had dissapeared--
Not at all the norm,
The faint fear of dread in them as they searched through England's "lawn."
They began thier search in his old hometown since rebirth,
A place where he had spent much of his early battles, in joy and mirth,
But in sorrow and such sadness, with friends buried underneath the earth,
The life and lines of his tale began from the specks of his very turf.
As Neptune began to look out to the English Channel, the nearest sea,
The town and surronding villiages was search by the rest of the party,
Uranus looked in the ruins of the castle close to where the Prince had heard his prophecy,
And Jupiter sat in the graveyard looking at the grave of his best friend, with such gravity.
The days searching been done,
No sign of him they had found in the town,
They retired themselves into the hotels room dott
PID - Nep - 006As the panic button in his mind sets to loom it's whirring signal,
The "beloved" Prince chases his daemons away in the glass he calls home,
It's slowly become his home from home, his peace,
Where he can shut up the voices of those manifestations that roam.
The toxic smell of the aniseed based drink fills his noise once again,
Filtering everything else important out, he sinks into the blessed bottle.
Mixed with that trade-mark drink so special, so, important,
Drug and former drug extract mix in a potent destruction to wrap his mind--
Smacking his lips in this dirty little bar, he takes his next sip as the people around him chat and savour their's,
His ideal is, right now to drink a copious amount of liquid so he can forget,
They want a good time, at anyone's expense.
A potent mix for a fire indeed, destruction sort sense,
One false word mis-heard, and the whole bar will burn and repent.
As the voices in the Prince's head grew stronger, wanting more power,
More control on his
PID - Jup - 004The smell of the damp ground fills his nose as he rose,
The dark slumber of the tortured soul ends abruptly.
The whispering winds sing the mournful cry of battle to him,
The time to strike his blade again begins shortly.
Thunder's daughter ties her hair into a knot before her bath,
The sting of the water as her body cackles with energy in it
Silently the fears in her heart grew as the shadows emerged,
Her hand began to stoke the electrical conduit.
Inside she recalled the first meeting with the fabled chief,
The general with the eyes blood red,
Normally, her head is turned so easily by grace,
But those eyes left her heart dead.
Not out of fear or out of hate, but dead without him near,
This time it felt to her like no other before,
That fabled senior that broke her heart was a distant past,
Yet, the Prince's face was like his before.
Fated fable, casual con,
Intertiwned paths, and the journey there on,
Venus eluded the Prince to this notion before,
As she watched her best friend tumble
In an alien place
Of conquered nature
Of manufactured air
Hands of steel
Envelop my roots
My leaves are choking
My children fall in vain
In a cage of stone
A beauty for others
And their blind stupidity
I die each day
I slowly fade away
To the kidnapped earth
On my knees
I am shaking terrified
In this madness
In this false reality
I cry and plead
And hope for resurrection
By beings so ignorant
The Plight of the Gentilea hundred thousand capybara came out
of a manhole on third avenue by the river
walked up third
and over to Bronx Zoo
to liberate their cousins
and back down third down past the Bowery Ballroom
and the skeleton of CBGB
and onto the Brooklyn Bridge
I should have known:
something was coming ;
the Haredim in Williamsburg were off the streets
at business-open on a Thursday ;
I assumed it was Saturday ;
I left the house to empty streets—assumed I was hung-over ;
I hadn't slept off Friday ;
I hallucinated a guinea pig the size of a Fiat
eating my neighbour's garbage bags
and his two square feet of yard
a casual lover fucked me that night
with loud victorious abandon ;
we were dancing a lemonjuice capoeira
all kicks and burning abrasions ;
we were a jaguar and an anaconda
debating dinner plans in snaps and jumps ;
the capybaras took Prospect Park Zoo that night
liberating their ance
nEvEr and 4EvEr in = measurertyguhjrtfygvubhnjfgvhbjk
lost to the plot of the old movie
taking in the background scenery- trees,sky, clouds etc- as a kind of footage of the years before i existed.....like a live ghost, doing my haunting in advance.
WUNCE agothots of the daily u
r always missed
i cannot spell good
but have sum magic toc trix to carry my thots 4ward.......
machine is at the ghost door- it's wot do we us flesh heads have in common with the tin wunz-the spirit u al
s like our very minds r inside out
inside is that heavenly stillness the sky, the rocks, the rose etc used to hold
now its t'other way r round
they r doing all the head work
the songs r so self con shuss these days too
radial velocitya magnitude not drawn from points;
we were made touched in the paradox zeno
once lithified agents of time, now evolved
un-hindered by soft observation
... and time manifests through instants
chasing tails at tachyon speeds
into temporal indifference
THE ALBINO DARKNESS IS OUR LIGHTthis aint no light o the lord we're walkin in me old PETS
this is the visible darkness. this is the albino darkness ur seein in.
a k9 gift of scent cones ( for Max and BElle) rise like horns from my sleeping noggin
it is a gift from the sunny day inside the dream.
Moose Head n ExCElSiOr Hotel Trailboth in the flesh me
and in the memory..............................................................u
can safely move in line
mong the poodle featured roses
the big phantom dog thought UPAHEADANDLOOKINGBACK
felt us both to be in clean, fresh
and in tidy unopened bloods. (with eating human bone fantasy there somewhere)
like them balmy lemmon fresh spark lings
from out 1 of em washing up liquid advert
i tried to detach the mid 70's discontinued dance techs
from moose head cremation ceremony
smoke fright wig/halo rising out of head hair holes
camisadoplanktonic in the human swell
we ate our wings so we'd keep tame
consorting with the stratum
when most zooids would withdraw from shore
and haunt places more pelagic
now night will be our cover
with its rorschach eyes and
for this show and tell philosophy
where psuedo-suns can not deter
from hyperbaric sleep
but the spoils are ours to keep
though vespertine and fleeting
and bled into the water through
Garou Father to SonHave you felt the autumn breeze on your face, but never seen the sunlight come out as you did?
It must be lonely there.. waiting in the dark of your caern.
No way to tell what moon it is tonight, as you cannot join your brothers and sisters in the night
Or see the sun shine over Gaia's world
Have you ever felt the cold chill of winters bitter wind, but never seen the bright whiteness that is it's blanket of snow
Freezing your cousins into there secert slumber amongst the tribes of men
Leaving you to feel nothing but alone?
Have you heard the birdsong at the start of spring? But never seen the innocence of a new born lamb,
Or the new life given by our mistress over this fragile and unstable land
Before its corruption by the minds of men
Or distorted for the use of the kindred and its fellow kind?
Have you felt the blistering warmth of summer, but never witnessed the tide on the beach as the people play in the soft sand?
Have you never seen the passage of seaons come and go, on this piec
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