AMOK
You were ripped from my arms.
Our embrace cut short.
I will search for you always.
Through space and time...
mirror before your might and war
light before your darkling roar
Oh sons and daughtersWar enough
To have sprung fully loaded
From bloodied womb?Be not true
Veil of anger
Veil of fear
Unwrap your gauss
From lips and eyesLoosen your grip
From mortal bond
Flee
As darkness from the dawn
The War Inside Is The War OutsideThe War Outside Is The War Inside
Within me is the essence of lightlight unseensurrounding me is light rupturedtorn apartOn all sides space reverberatesa voice never to be heardhere there is only deathfilled with contemptin hail stonesI fall uponmy selfI shriekfalling back upon an idea of selfI, once held to be trueMy ancient teeth turn liquidas bile risesflesh rescinds its friendship with boneshatteredsplinteredthere is no longer any connectionoracular orbs eclipsed inwatery gravespuked upover boardsails torn from mastslimbs flailover board, I fallthrough the earthin spite of my vile tasteit swallows me in bitsThe castration of the fatherflayedthe word is separatedfrom the actionthrown onto the fire of the motherswimming amidst the larvaeof sweltering blood beaststhe tongue runs beforethe word in fearbefore I was asleepliving in dreamsshrinking from the dreamI still sleepbut without dreamstangled in stained sheetseyes held by saltin a blur of intrauterineno timefloating with feat baked in claycolored with bloodglistening with sweatempty of semenlackingcreativity held molderingimpotentyet impatienta blind man stumbling through unfamiliar housesThere where life escapes medeath is at homethe universe recedes away in fearfrom the anger of manmother of slobbering lipseyes the empty platesitting naked in the wrecked dinning hallthe ancient country kitchenmeeting place in silent late night hourswhen menready for open warfaremake plansto kill each otherwhat takes hold?The youngest son rushes home"Is the house still there?Is all lost?"wandering through the dust of vacancythere is the elder sontaller than I rememberhis face in shadowswearing unfamiliar cloths"Where is father?""Here"wrapped in a dark cloakhe enters like the ghost of a plagueNaked I swim to shorerepletelost in the momentI am the fish on the linebut whose line?what line?to what end do they wish to serve me?I demand to know!I am capsizedI sink to the bottomholding heavy weightswhere is the endhead splitting pavementI throw myselfupon the vergecaptivatedI vergeI am the mother
Taking back the
Rott'n earth slobbering down
Bloodied thighs and shit crack
Sipping poison from virgin lips
You've idolized death
And called it life
You've run aground
Time to kill the captain
I am the Assassin
Come for your ticket
Soon we departNo'OneI know what you are thinking
I see your sneers
But I know better the stink that’s in you
That you try to cover with your Masquerades
The pustules between your legs
Held tight
Where I stand I see the reek
Run down your thighs
And when your towers of gold crumble
And heavens fall,
How will you shriek?
When famine runs your family through
And flies feast on bosom and bone,
What think you then of one as me?
Will you fight?
Will you take flight?
When tongues grow fat and cracked
How will they wag?
Time has ended
With an open mouth and an open ass
Screaming into the void
Subverted
I cry out
As your sex crawls beneath the night
Enveloped in the boiling of the sky
Tuberous snouts probing
A cankered earth
Extracting poisons
Time honored
Tongues
Canceling the void
Silence scattered
Between cries
The radioactivity of your sex
Emits nightly
Half-life
All death
Forget
Forget
Everything
Forget
Everything that
Has ever been written
Or said
Forget all that you have been taught
Forget it
Forget
Everything that
Has ever been done
Forget
Everything
Forget
Everything
Your
Time is up!
Fucker!
Born Dead
You must choose to liveBorn in a burning house, since childhood I have been attempting to wake up.
wake up!
the house is on fire
wake up!
feel the fire flicker
upon your toes
feel the smoke roll
across your nose
wake up
unconscious dweller in dreams
wake up!
what opium daze
what blind maze
keeps you here
what fancied illusion
what dark confusion
keeps you near
flames flicker
smoke rolls
and still you sleep
though not so soundly
you roll and struggle
toss and turn
and still you sleep
unconscious dweller in dreams
wake up!
this house is on fire
wake up!
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