Of each and every war an orphan: The Stranger Walks Deafening the scream that is silence, First passion is that of Judas, Once the dreamer of vast memories in chaotic geometry, Now an acid bath of naked will, The sanguine humor finds its progression, The bastard is born with the wisdom of self reliance, In the sanctuary of the Id the bell rings out, The heart needs no salvation, The truth finds benediction, Never seen but felt, The spirit is a showcase of the reality of the sermon that appears to be savage violence. From the outside the tales shine, Inside lives the song that says the flames ascribed to the Devil, Brimstone as does all power has its root in the divine, The hat is from the dust, So are the tatters of the wings, The stranger dances in the voided silence of his own howling, Laughter rings out as a Mandala of hex marks, Rotten egg scent flung by footsteps, Using the eye and the hand, The living are hooked in want versus need, Signs and wonders are recalled but not recorded, His only witnesses are among the deaf and the blind. Look not for the pearl in the lotus, Better to reclaim first wisdom, Knowledge is a jewel at last taken from the husk of the swine, Born with a taste for blood and meat, Free along the lanes of space, The heart is wreathed by thorns and wolf bane, To have such a heart is first a stranger to time, New candles placed in broken skulls, The poet reads scars as lightning burns from the earth to sky. Walking on, Time having no consciousness, The Stranger does not as much run but fly, Doorways that are stars are in urban ideograms hid, Rather than lots it is real bones, Teeth shine being played as dice, The smile of the stranger burns, In the wake of his shade of shattered souls, The way is left marked on pages of blood made of ice. https://youtube/watch?v=E9VhD4SccSE
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 09:22:54 +0000
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