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.

The Intricacy of Intimacy

Don’t let me go…
Don’t leave me…
Don’t bid thee farewelling.,
Abandon me not, to the darkless abyss;
The sorrow so imprudent;
The waning struggle, inexorable.,
The longing, insufferable…,
The tormenting actuality, inescapable.
The great agony, so overwhelming, to bear witness to the antiquity of age, of timelessness and forfeiture – to have concept of the self…, to be aware of mortality., and all in knowing – the cruellest act ever purported by the creator, was and is – the intricacy of life., the frailty of the flesh, and the expiring realization, to the actuation of our finality.  There is no pain more profound, there is nothing more deeply resonating, lasting and innervating, such as the concept of loss – of eventuated death and ceaselessness.  How frail, how intricate, the flesh., and the instruments thereof – of the depth we feel, in the physical, and the spiritual…the disheartenment so felling to the very fibres of the soul, as though eating away at the febricity of the embodied spirit – of the quintessence resound within us., quietless, and nevertheless – redound.  What greater heartache is there than the sight of losing those we love so much?
What is the purpose to bonding, loving and befriending those in our lives, if but they are taken from us – always too soon, and always succumbed to tragedy, and harrowed endings.  If unending, life is – beseech me this, the unanswerable truth of your singularity…of your highest point, and greatest mind; allot me the understanding of your thoughts, wholly, encompassed…fill thee, thine empty vessel, with the wrathful glory of your godhead.  Rain down upon these lands so desolated, torrents of salt, sand and sulphur…free us from these bonds, let us be abound amongst you, and your glorious wonders; yea, enlighten us with the absolutist truth, and knowledge of all things., good and evil – dark and light.  Open our canonized vessels, entomb us in everlasting hellfire, foreverly burning as sacrament, to you – the evermore. 
Dear, Adonai, our creator, our father – our orator, and our author…, life is not as you see it to be – life is not a gift., as life is but profoundest, depressive, and forlorning…love is a curse, your one mistake – your flawed inception.  It hurts, it begets sinful respite, combative retaliation, and envied ruining.  To love so deeply, as you willed us to – is inexpressibly sorrowing, harrowing and unforgivable.

Apt for the Abstract

An ever-echoing sense of loss…of absolute emptiness; and, eternal waning., wanting and longing…,; felling forevermore, absolved nevermore…consumed in entirety; fallen., irredeemably lost to unfound depths — succumbed to defeatism, and cast away…, but out of the Divinest semblance of grace…evermore drowning in seas of marble and sulphur; reprobate — given up, taken away, stripped of joy., and robbed of glory.., beholden, the depths, how far I’ve fallen; without end, in void and lightless abyss…stricken darkly, marveled not the profoundest, of the profaned, never the more darker, or starker; the iniquity of the spirit’s embodied quintessence; emboldened and brazened., forged and made anew in the likeness of the burning sun — the sum of all eternities., beginning and unending…shaped in his perfect image., in burningly fluorescent and unfaltering annexation, how exquisite!  Arisen, Clay…, borne endlessly, the breath of mourning and life, conveyably felt; doomed to perdition, how perfidious the reprimanding condemnation., stalked the fevered nature, of weathered imminence, and unheard heights; mightily, and steadfastly, climbing the peak, traversing the highest point…conquering the precipice.

The Rustling Leaves

In darkness, bewept;
They’ll never know;
The struggle, nor…
… The sorrow
The resentment,
The torment.,
The truth of it all…,
The silence of centuries;
Bore thereof.
Born again, in fires unseen; where unbeveled…
Faced abandonment., hereof — the godhead;
The fires still burning…
The ashes still churning…
The thirst unquenched,
The actuality unwept.,
Irredeemable…the,
Egomaniacal…,
Conflicted; but…,
Torn;
Contorted…and
Waned!
Tormenting… How
Vilesome…
Spiteful…within,
Animosity;
Darkly…full of –
Hatefulness;
Sordid… And,
Sorrowful;
Deranged…in mine,
Genius;
Forebadem…, forbiddenst’ the…
Eeriest;
Longing…evermore,
Consumed; in whole…;