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murders rise on nights like these
crows - in bushels cross
and stitch the horizon dead
painting dusk blind
the shape of dark
on nights like these…
memories can snag on sob and storm
from deepest fathom torn
oaths, in cold belly set
the heavy shore
to lag on the horizon
where on ice and rock
they lynch the wing
and in shadows wrought
bury the light
in darkness, vague as death
painting dusk blind
the shape of dark
on nights like these…
mountains shiver into cold sleep
to possess the deep
where ivies bloom and creep
on lattice drift, above the hum
where once clicking the cicadas sung
breaking slumber under blue moon spell
frolicking frond, breathless fell
so reckless, ambles the wayward heart
painting dusk blind…I find
the shape of dark
on nights like these…
on whom no sun deep fire shall look
to shed precipitously
but softly sings the somber sea
her wayward notes afloat
greet the ear (a memory?)
a haunting stroke
the rustling
of voices (laughter?)
locked in throat
painting dusk blind
on nights like these…
I am at peace
a murder of crows in backyard flicker
while in beautiful darkness swoons the distant moon
beating the light
my heart held warm
that no murder on this night shall swarm
save for sounds soft and low
sent through the wind from a distant crow -
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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I am the void
I am the wrath
I am the undulating sun seraph
In the temple of the butterfly
The shadow is my alibi
~moths, in rooms full of angles
circle, languishing slow as death
caught in webs of cold breath
rage beneath the deep shade of insentient truth
~moths, numberless toil
wings beating back the night
sinew pulling muscle, flexing flight
fly into the brooding canon, luminous, hungry
~moths, consuming dark
that vision of ourselves, vacant grief
haunting voice, distant hymn
deep cadence held in solemn silence
~moths, numberless spiral
descend from smoke through slanting light
disturbing silence, spirits fall in waves
breaking upon the consciousness of eternal human sorrow
I am the dark
I am the dream
I am the madness in-between
In the temple of the butterfly
The shadow is my alibi
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2024
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a tiny boat
an endless sea
deep as dark
infinity
the space I go
it has no sound
it has no edge
it is unbound
lowest star
light negate
I inhale my shadow
to know its hate
then wear its skin
upon my crown
angels up
devils down
tangle spirit
enemy fit
dimmest orb
in schism lit
dark seed scratch
phrenic flow
my tiny boat
away I go
tumble toss
cold body stone
this silent sea
I am alone
I want to slip
death wet bestow
this tiny boat
instead, I row
for in dead fatigue
sometimes I taste
a lucid light
a hollow space
sweet illusion, broken locks
death and life
oh! paradox
but a tiny boat
on an endless sea
deep as dark
infinity
the space I go
it has no sound…
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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Death by gypsy violin
Will push you out then pull you in
Requiem for a burning pyre
Raising twilight ashen choir
Up beyond that frozen place
Up beyond all time and space
No hungry knife shall clip thy wing
No wild wasp shall fires sting
Thus, these thoughts did prod and pry
His love, he knew, could crack the sky
I foresaw, thought he, my final breath
Sweet violin please bring me death
I’ve seen the ever-dark decline
Such demoniac serpentine
Kill machine ever engage
The human mind trapped in a cage
From clay I raised your mold to light
With flame forlorn I gave you sight
Then bound in chains I lay to waste
His awful bird, my flesh, did taste
A torment wrapped in blood and coal
This chiaroscuro clutched my soul
For crimes against the Monarchy
Are paid in penal infamy
A pariah to both god and man
Ember death be still my fan
Sweet apathy my humbled muse
Alights upon my unlit fuse
No lower could my curtain swing
No water could my desert bring
Twisting on the edge of sin
It was then I heard the violin
Softer that the art of war
More complex than Pandora’s door
Suspended primal conscious feast
Betray the dove, forgive the beast
For there within the ash and smoke
The garden’s eye, lovers evoke
Eternal vows through string and bow
Upon my swollen mind did sow
Suspended fragments anime
Shifting centers disarray
My blood did burn beauty sublime
Oh, noble human paradigm
With shackled limb and violent stare
He screamed into the midnight air
“Tonight, the sparrow slays the beast
Immortal rage ever released”
Then bathed in calm his form did still
No more vexation held his will
Though chained was he to terra firm
Prometheus would ever burn
The speed of light and the speed of dark
Move along an unseen arc
Converging in the palm of time
So does our light and dark entwine
Spinning death and life embrace
Like fox and hound they dart and chase
Till neither can be pulled apart
Chaos is such a perfect art
Primal pulse under bloodless sun
The feral gods have come undone
Frenzied Bacchus shakes his mane
Spilling worship pre-ordained
Resurrection queen divine
Of Ariadne star sublime
Her lovely art on canvas night
With broken wings unfolding bright
Through woven shadowed garden gate
The ancient souls of lovers wait
To purify their anarchy
To sanctify their sacred sea
Soft illusions dance upon
These echoes of a falling song
Sweet appetite conceived within
Death by gypsy violin
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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I
Chos e chos
Candle in darkness,
Haunting silence,
Memories folding,
Dead to the touch,
Like the cold barrel,
Its eternal kiss,
Death’s echo,
I await,
Wait,
It,
I,
Echo!
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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Child, child, dark and wild,
Human and machine
Did the engine turn the beasts to ice?
And to ash your faith, love’s cruel device?
See Manson slipping through you
Like a whisper under water
Cerebral lost in the cathedral
Bending screams beyond the shadows.
Bones clicking under flesh
Spilling blood into the ocean
Waiting in the shallows
Singing songs about the thunder.
Still Manson slips right through you
Shifting your dimension
Did you mention your intention?
Or are you beyond our intervention?
In the belly of the devil
Masses wander in the valley
Sending echoes to the jackals
With the shaking of their shackles.
Now they scream for your forgiveness
They scream into the void
As the shells around you fly and flow
Sent with Malo Animo.
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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I am you
the splitting of two
we shall eat our rage in small doses
now you are me
in the mirror there’s three
three caskets covered in roses
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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Cat
In box
Schrödinger
Giddily gawks
Meow?
*inspired by Clive C's "Annihilator"
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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far beyond cold light window edge
flirt and flutter
wild lashes of winter wink
wandering flakes
soundlessly sow
layers of lazy shadows, dust
over cool contour conceal
autumn rust
gentle narcissus and nasturtium snare
brooding violet and valerian
holy nocturnal vow consume
hungry dog star silence
wait and whispers
‘til gently
cries up and through to lowly beam
pane of glass strike, and with delicate fracture rimes
~ the child
peering into small circles, outward
looks for storms
inward finds
heaven and earth in dark desert bent
and he, in corner curl shelter slips
and folds into self, wasting space not
waits beneath the silent thunder
held mute in frigid winter throat
there to spy with violent eye
in heaven fire wayward sworn
the keels of passing ships awry
dipping oar, war keen
cutting limb and flesh
into spinning halos
of blood and brine divine
yet, before hard and fast
the setting of clay memory forms
and naked fury eternal seduce
he clutches shut
wasp vision wicked
holding instead a sliver of something that once was
a sensation, an abstraction, a derivation
once
less
dark
…until
morning
where in grace she falls upon him
holding the North Sea in her palm, diamond wide
which craves only to climb
his wall
and flow around
his
cool
body
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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Hold me low, pin me under
Says the cricket to the thunder
In vibration intonation
Sacred sonic open eyes
Under fern and forest flurry
Fits of fire feed the fury
In the garden of the jury
~The cricket king defies
Hear me deep, breath my name
If you are Abel, I am Cane
Seraphina serpentina
Pounding Pagan ballerina
Though I am always, never sever
We are two as one forever
To endeavor - ripple wind and skies
~The singing thunder thus replies
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2024
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