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The Shape of Dark - A Murder of Crows

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 -

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Call me River

Lifeless tree
deep summer swell
mind is weapon 
sky is hell   
branch is thorn
silence key
gateless godless  
atrophy

Summer fire 
winter locks
ice and flame 
in equinox
bloom and buzz
fruit alight 
yet lifeless tree
in darkness blight

Hint of blood
in gnarled bough
spits of life
somewhere somehow
chain of fire
knitted sun
whip and thrash
in twilight spun

‘til quiver flick
sweet root and ghost 
the twisted spine 
consume the host 
a lowly bud
through brackish skin
immaculate
in life begin  

A single leaf
from sacred breath
flits upon 
this tree of death
little flame 
holy hues
on burning sea
our god imbues

So, when darkest dreams  
In wrath arise
Stroking red
The silent skies
I hold within 
However brief
against my heart
a little leaf

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The Temple of the Butterfly

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

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A Tiny Boat

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…

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Death By Gypsy Violin - Prometheus Burning

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

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I Echo

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!

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March of the Shadows

I hold my breath this night
a burning lungful 
of the green and dying sea 

that leaps then sinks 
in the minor key 
of sorrow’s deep and distant light

a lowly note 
against my chest
foam and fury whisper

into black and godless sleep    
where the fall of petals in silence draws  
the impulse of solitude

like a poison through skin
pulling into life 
a mad and violent beauty

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Malo Animo

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.

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Says the Cricket to the Thunder

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

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Dead Alive

Cat
In box
Schrödinger
Giddily gawks
Meow?


*inspired by Clive C's "Annihilator"