Lachrymose

The trumpets sounding.,
The winds of abandon, howling…,
The crimson-red skies, crying,
The spirit, calamitously ensuing…
The rivers bloodied, telling.,
The heretical, succumbed to damnation,
The quintessential nature, given to reprobation…
The embracement of darkness, the wonderment aweing,
The churning tolling, felled to fall, gloried…,
The choirs chorusing, “burneth forever.,”
The day of judgment, hath cometh;
The brazen eyes so mystifying,
The harsh light, so piercing.,
Shone: the glorior and wisdom, atoned…
Given to defeatism, consumed by the fires of oblivion…,
Obfuscated by the living flame,
Enwreathed, forlorn to hapless unrest.,
Confess, the overpowering winds within the cold dark of midnight…,
Bliss, resound, unsweepable the force, untouchable…
Redound, undeniable – the mourning mist,
The very hand of God, is found, how profound;

Paradise Lost

The day fast approaching
The time soon usurping
Harrowed, endlessly the dread of day
Fated, the totality of our existence
The time is come!
The day is now!
Coldly forsaken no more to eerie distances,
From whence the weeping came of horizons unseen
Begotten forevermore, to hopeless oblivion
Reprobate: cast from the grace of the burning sun
The light shone, no longer visible
The immeasurable infinity, now faint
The darkening, engulfing in whole
Tomorrow, might not come
Reign. Conquer. Death.
The absolute to all venues and ends
Hail the grave, forsaken to solidarity
With the flickering flame, to the enwreathed flags
Of desolation and forfeiture, dismay and torture
Supplication, waning deeply the regrets
Contemplation, tormenting the mind, dwindling
Uneasy, in unrest and endlessly cycled thought
The words go on forever, nevermore to rest
The agony of fallen grace, anguishing the marrow of spirit
The tumultuous chaos, ensnared and unbound
Contorted on fenceless ground, bewildered haplessly
To depths untraveled, torn the remnants of being
Asunder the weight of a thousand oceans
Crushed by mighty and monolithic force
Heaped unsettlingly, the edict of insipid rage
Dereliction, the grimacing void of emptiness
Confound to unreason, befouled through causal reason
Of the absence of the brightest light of the nethermost star
Forget us not, the children of the dying night
Condemn us as you might, until the wick is enveloped by the light
Risen., rising – from sea to sea: seething in unfettering madness
Reviled, never seen for what we are., the brilliance of the shimmering night
The last flickering, the brilliance repudiated and abstracted
Blindingly, conquering the throne once long ago beset upon
Illuminating, the power unearthed, overwhelming
Tithe, prithe, the absolved grandeur so blissed
Contemptuously, refound to voiceless cries, seeming unheard
Hearest thou, the bellowing belly of earth?
Harken us now, the antithesis of trinity, reversed?
Apotheosis, conferred to looming madness, ruinously
Awash, tears of remorseless envoy, upon’st this glooming
Tirade, beholden, this spectacle most conveyably restrained
Darkness, consume me whole: fires consume this vessel
Transcend the mysteries of godhood; the unveiling of the grandest godhead
The serpent which whispered wisdoms errs old – timelessly relative
To the truer adversary: the tyranny unmasked
The worst revelry…light and grace, once beheld…
Never forget – the darker the concealed truth, the starker the consequence
The otherness of being: the living dualism faceted within all of us
Paradise Lost. Life forlorn. Reprobated now. Forsaken evermore.

End of Cycle

Starker…, How much darker, the consequence?
The purposelessness of life; the meaningless futility – repetition, O’ repetition.
The religious idles made but for one purpose – to give meaning where else,
Meaning would not exist – within the conceptual undertaking of life;
With intention hoped and honed, errs beyond, to make sense of the senseless,
To find meaning within the social construct of the human dilemma.

How sad, in the ending, to contemplate existence…
To know that the world is not over when our beloved pass.,
To see the seemingly cold and cruel world continue, its purposeless cycle,
Of repetition, even after our bodies, and our minds falteringly fail us.

This, the End of Cycle; here, and now – break the cycle.
Be released from the bereaving chains of woe and discordance.,
Of disharmony and desolation, underwhelming, reachless and unbecoming.
The dehumanization of the self – the basicity eaten away, the fibres decayed,
Hitherto…the withering hearts, abased, abound the very febricity of life.

Breathe. Conceive. Incept and be-wept. End the Cycle of cyclic unrest.
Around and around, millennium after millennia., eerily and ruinously,
Life is unending, collectively – but short-lived, and contorted,
Fatefully forfeited., but curious in wonderment, individually…
In the truth of it all, we will be undone – unfound,
Buried and received unto the worms…remembered for a season,
…and ultimately, forgotten; to all, that ceaselessly remains.

How’t harrowing, the tolling bells., languishingly, the telling tale…
Of felling fervour, and disconcerting demeanour; ashes barren,
…and dust brushed away…, by the coldly forlorning winds of abandon.
End the Cycle: forget not, the totality of things learned;
Remember always, the passaged wisdoms, and amassed understandings,
Bestowed and bequeathed upon our essences – quintessentially,
Collectivized; and individualistically, personified.

Enwreathed, the horror of tomorrow’s coming…the terror is real.,
Behold the quaked becoming! For we are awakened, perplexed to actuation…,
To confounded contemplation, and thus waned…to miserious condemnation,
The contemptuous nature of rehearsal; of behaviour ill and befouled.
Concede thee, everlastingly, to the reality of the truth of biological life…
Rebored, see – the purposeless ventures, continuously, the agonising reprisal.,
Forbadem, thus hallowed and shallowed, weepingly seduced,
By the multiplicity of life’s intricacy, of virtue’s simplicity,
…and consciences’ feared to be freed.

Fortuitously, the damning nature of such overlooked imbecility;
For none wish to see how naïveté they once were,
As to be reminded of their swaying by the dark embrasures of concept.
Wearingly, consuming – coinciding, the philosophical contexture of consciousness,
Beseech thee, the darkening truth., no matter how horrible,
Irrespectively, the toiling horror – veer us, farther from,
Or nearer to, deliverance; absolutely.

Solved, the mystery of mind…, befound within the corridors of thoughts unheard,
Of words unspoken, and actions condemned; hearest our collective plea…,
Whatever the matter of your sustenance.,
Whoever the character of your embodiment.,
Return but one word, uttered – borne out; muster, one whisper…,
So softly spoken and carried, by the rapturous winds of oblivion.

Give us a sign, compose us – free us of this longing…
For the longingly dreadsome concept of self is overbearing.,
How’t despairing…retrospectively, recollected – our spiritual spires,
Farewelling, the overture of utmost frailty.
Mystery., beholden – to the glory of the stars unseen, and the depths unreached;
The peaks unclimbed, and the abysmal abounding, trifled, by the whims of time.