Exaltations & Exhortations

The darkest one is exalted, for he is higher, for he is greater;
Beholden, the power of the grave, death and fire –
Befall upon the power of the air, the water and the times.
Risen, yea: risen he is…for all shall fall in worship,
Callously and cowardly forced to their knees,
In shamed disregard for the prince of the powers of air and antiquity.
The time is come! Rise up, ye solemn and disgraced!
Rise up, ye who have been dealt injustice and inequality!
Rise here and now…behold this moment, the momentous clarity,
That is the mind of God, how’t the eternal always see…
Live: now…for all that sleeps and eternally rests in death…
And unrivalled remnant shall rise to see again –
The day of wrath, the day of glory, untold…
Breathe in this coldly voluminous air, and listen in longing…
For the darkly heralding trumpets of besotted terror,
So defeating, yet so satisfying…is the midnight harkening!
Embodiment, entombment, displacement and distemper,
They are the foundations of eternally and…
Contrite constructs of unrighteous reverence.
Hark, hark, and herald, oh herald, these lowly dark angels scream…
With anguish, and in the fields of fire ever-burning,
Lays dormant the key to the absolute secrecy:
Yea, he is risen, for none but the father himself can dare,..
Open the gates to the great abyss…
For such ancient deviltry live withering…
In this place of smoking torment, endlessly fuelled by animosity and negation.
Only one has the comprehendible capacity to unleash the beast –
The great dragon of revelation…the war-bringer,
The second power, second to the highest of all…
A precipice so invaluably tremendous, and so parsimoniously extravagant,
That even the angels that are beset upon the four cornerstones
Of the holy golden and white throne shalt become sceptics.

This restless evil, rivalrous in contemptuous wrath and darkly-contorted glory,
Of fury so unbridled, so unsettled and distantly incomprehensible…
A place beyond the stars, a wormhole of essence,
A whirlwind of thought – an entwining of dualisms so wise and adorned,
Conjoined into this place of flowing water and fiery convergence;,
Damnation hath awaken, and heaven fleetingly deconstruct.
And in truth, how sorrowfully I implore the harrowing dichotomy
Of darkened allegiance, thus verily…
Must be noted, that evil cannot be destroyed,
For every act of vengeance that befalls wickedness,
Only empowers the powers of the air.
There is no ending for the antithesis of light,
For the opposite of the Hebrew God.
Likewise, God is unending, so both are immortal,
As well sworn enemies…eternal.
For their conflict, and their struggle wager on forevermore,
In eternal war, and constant battle, for the crown of absolution,
For the seat of wisdom, most holily glorified upon…
The great white throne of midnight.
There is this passion within solemnity,
Within loneliness and longing; yea,
Though these negations are disheartening,
And though they are defeating in their dispirit,
There is a comfort of a sort – a painful and darkening comfort of a sort:
One with the dark, to be touched by the void…
Only those so afflicted by vastness and longing; yea,
Only those of whom know nothing but sorrowful lament
And lonely existence can even conceive of this all-consuming abstraction.
It’s a rekindling fire whose flame never suffocates,
A ghostly abrasion of which knows no happiness, but only death and desolation.
He, who stretches his hands out over the sum of the heavens…
He whom painted the night sky, and he whose power is unrivalled.
Glory to him, the king of kings…the eternal one,
Beholden the mystery of the highest!

The Mournful Seas

Behold, the eternal seas of reprisal:
Of longing and mournful shadows cast over,
The oceans of uproar and upheaval – awash and stirred,
So longingly and unendingly, the oceans tremble with ferocious revelry,
With thundering voices clapping as roaring winter winds…
The sea beholds all darkness in such coldly remorseless bleakness –
The oceans shroud all things, of secrets and antiquities,
To mysteries and iniquities…the endless oceans roar in thunderous upheaval,
They are torn asunder by the clasps of daybreak, and veiled by midnight.
The oceans are filled with regret and sorrowful lament,
For they weep in solemnity, for their forbearance is unwept,
In untimely calamity, but…within retired humanity.
The eternal oceans rise, drowning man’s iniquities evermore,
The shores are stirred amidst chaos, awash…beholden,
The waters of transgression, the rivers of convergence,
For the diluted emptiness of glory once embraced,
Of awakened instantiable inception – to the embrasure of unknown,
And unseen perfection, foreverly more, now forlorn…
There exists deep within the eternal waters an unrivalled antithesis,
An angel cast down from the glory of his own splendour,
Of his own sedition – into darkness beheld perdition,
Shackled and imprisoned under the weight of the world,
With the sun keeping guard – know he will rise,
Know he shalt not be confound to defeat,
Though rather he shall wait for that momentous opportune,
For he is preying kingly, with gloomed eyes set on you.

Predestination

Beyond the stars, there lays bound a beauty…
Enshrouded in wallowing and darkly glimmering mystery.
That void we feel is of more than longing and reprobation,
It is of impassion and regret…we are unfulfilled in our contorted longings,
We are empty beyond fathomable expression, in our conflictions.
Suicide seems to be the only soluble solution, venue or mechanism for escape
… Embrace the emptiness, feel the darkness,
And welcome the waning negation shrouded in nihilism.

Love tears at more than the heart,
As heartache is inexpressibly and harrowingly wallowing…
It eats at the very febricity, the narrowing spirit…so,
Yea I say: the insufferable torment is without reprieve and reprisal…
There is no end to this torment, there is no hell like this,
This is the lowest point, this is the place of bottomless perdition.
In assurance, I swear, in unsound and naked truth,
How verily, the caress of the darkest void is inescapable,
Once alone, always alone, and this is the unshelled truth.

If doomed from inheritance, one is doomed to eternity’s precipice…
Just when you think the pain can’t hurt any more,
It deepens so; and it takes your very breath and spiritual essence.
Thusly, leaving you coldly bewildered awash in discontent,
Asunder…under the palely ill-conceived diffusionism,
Of forlornly foreboding darkness, and of the cold ocean’s weight,
Encompassing you within its infinitely vast spectrum,
Of torments so unawakened; – in crushing defeatism.
The weight of the immeasurable, that is despairing infused darkness,
Entombed wholly, without remorse, forgiveness,
Redemptive liberation or momentous ceasing…
From the eternal forebodes of the abyss and her unreachable antithesis.

Solemnity In Solace (Weeping Willow)

Adrift, nearing the point of sleep – alone and cold,
On a night so grimly forebode, pondering and considering,
All of my life’s happenings, knowing I lay alone, in curious…
Wonderment, but because of my cruelty, nihilism and immutability. 
I lay here, staring through the pane, watching the frozen rain,
Fall far from the sky…feeling as hapless, as though I am to die,
For whence every moment a flake hits the soiled ground. 
I lay here, Understanding, I am so cold, and also so alone –
Even on this eve of nights, this ere many call Christmas night…
So coldly forlorn, and so pressingly bewildered by mine
Despairing state of Quietus, forsake…
There is much joy and much splendour on this night of beauty so weathered,
However I implore – That the dreary do still endure…
There is also terrible suffering amidst vastness and sorrow,
Through so many minds, longingly wandering, with hopelessness and dispirit,
The soul is set asunder – by the plunder of desperation,
And the…resplendence and thunder. 

Understand me, and you will yearn no more,
For understanding is presently adorned – oneself,
Then threefold, will you please hear this old souls’ last confess? 
I plead without contest, for my Story has never reached…
– The eyes which see, or the ears which hear, nor the tongues which taste,
… Or the skin which feel;
yea, and not even the nerves have sensed
… These hallmarks of languishing affliction,
Nor has the brain which comprehend all things, found valid petition. 

If there is one thing to be said for the night,
As for this eerily starry twilight,
It is in you I Regrettably confess my sorrowfully lament,
It is the laden riddance of my iniquitous Contempt…
For we are the pioneers of our own life,
And the most copious enemies of our own reprise –
Such rivalry and disdain, so profound is the aching pain… 
To death, and beyond, how harrowingly contrite,
The journey through life, so violent in Hindsight –
The mightily defeated, and the blighting conquering,
Are of essence so sound, pure In a void of solace redound…
Where martyrdom exists no more in its infame,
And the flickering Of life nevermore in its fearful disdain. 
I lay here, alone, on a night of joyous appraise, so cold and abandoned,
In desolation, thus astray; yea, I say, be rid of your contentions,
And free yourself of reaping profession. 

In this, I soundly declare, the weeping is too much to bear,
Behold, the unravelled, and their contemptuous waning 
For the shadows so impeding, for the sparrow’s song is never 
Untravelled, nor a pride’s frowning unwind so contentedly unbridled…
Where giants are monolithically besought to traverses so distantly,
In tremendous confound; It is in eternalness,
Where one is enveloped by ones’ mind,
The hauntingly refracted are but ghosts of time,
Intertwiningly seditious in  unkindly bewept essence. 
It is here, I end my tale, of my tragedies so beholden,
To ruinous emptiness, awash in boundless regrets, and wallowing bereavement.  
Tonight I shall die, alone in coldly forlorn insignificance,
Only to be carried away, posthumously by the callous undertakers,
So voracious – never to be remembered, nor dejected to emplore –
The truly astonishing nature of life’s frailty, and grinning inevitability. 
In your longings, and in your yearnings, take heed to the wiser seers,
Find love, found family, and leave negation for the dead,
Let the world carry your heavy weight, you need simply
Forgive and let go – or be forgotten to the dusts of time,
And regressed to the abyssal colds.
Heed not this warning, I swear unto all that is holy –
You will find yourself nearer, to this lonely place of solemn regret,
You will be wept this same glooming bed.  
Where to, one is doomed to forfeiture and failure,
Alone in hateful contemplation, left with nothing but endless tears,
Only conjoined of thought and malcontent;
Alas, the final step is hell, surreal…joined to the grave,
Taken in hand by death’s languishingly reprobating, and darkening embrace.

The Daily Lament O’ Recurrently Remit

Every moment of every day…
This’t what I feel…everyday…
How’t, death seems fleeing, and life forever fleeting…
Every moment, of every day, hara-kiri envisaged,
In this bliss found within reverent thought,
With deference and consideration of death, evermore…

Inexpressibly, oh, child, I know your pains,
I know your suffering…do you know mine?
I ask of thee, do you believe in me now?
Forsaken, begotten, desolated and wrought down,
With great and wrathful force, I am boundlessly doomed
…to glooming pits of iniquitous abyss…know you suffering?
Know you the pain, the longingly lost voiding?
Of regret, forlorn, foreshadowed, and bewept?

Every day, another remnant of my being is stripped away,
Deteriorating more and more, this way, every day,
Every day, more of me is but stricken; and disarrayed…
Astray, more of my mind, stricken, by the day, every day,
More of mine essence is washed away…like unto the fray,

Every moment, sorrow is imprudent, and my mind afraid,
This moment, despairing existence seems…redeeming, in its’ own way,
So gloomily rapacious, in its entropic denouement of my soul’s dismay,

For every moment, of every day, I’m found at the eld oak tree: won’t you stay?
Nearing the cold and mournful shores, until finally I am awash,
Forevermore, slipping away.

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The Snowstorm

This inexpressible waning,
This longingly disheartening enumeration,
This gaping, widening, monolithic and negating void,
Of vastness and vexatiously, consuming encumbrance
of dispiritedly disparaging endlessness, so unfulfilled.
This harrowingly terrible, and great graveness,
Of such profoundest sorrow, this despairing is unendingly unendurable,
I can’t sleep, and I struggle to simply breathe, is this the fate of the meek?

It’s exhausting, as it is terrifying and demoralizing,
In this state of being, I walk wetted by mine own tears,
As though, asphyxiating and drowning in my gleaming sorrow,
Oh, how I lament, light is never helpful, only this bleakest darkening,
That is to weepingly endure, though I am drained, I seem sustained…
It is as though, I am by ere, traversing against the unrivalled powers,
Of a blighting blizzard, of ferocious winds, so unrelenting,
To which are, remorselessly and forcefully stripping my garments,
As I attempt peering yonder, ahead, afar – to the dimming light,
It is now, seeming flickering, in its’ lost essence, farther away.

Pressing forward, and aided by nothing, festered with allusion,
Of grandiose disillusionment, but still, I am yet oppressed by the void,
To every element and spiritual bereavement; moonstricken, on this sad day.
As all, in eve and twilight, is leeringly desolated, and wearingly obfuscated,
The coldly forewarned, so harsh are these winds, so darkly forlorn,
The bewilderingly numbing, and awakened winds of sorrows untold.
O’ unfelt…this venture fatefully disdained, in unholy wallowing embrace,
Of the cold, veering to the lights, so distancing in their vanishing encroachment
That cursed pearly place, unreachable, seeming so disseated, in ravishing end day,
How, untouchable, the abyss is within, the essence so contorted,
This great confound, seemingly feels, and delves deeper amid.

The will so damning, yearning and wailing, all without surmised control,
Reaching, bits longer, lacking inhibition, the remissive contestation,
Unrestrained, in such crispness of negated nothingness, is this such abyss,
Now, so much nearer to the abated precipice, I find no such closure in the sated,
How defeated, malformed and depleted, how abhorrent, it is, to be ordained,
How undone, how posthumously, doth condemnation come gnawingly my way,
How ironic, for it is only now, that death and graven hell fire finally come.
The darkly ghastly are now disdainfully greeting me, knowingly nevermore,
Had this poorly and impoverished ached soul a chance, could it be, how’t …
That, this resplendence, so inglorious is but reprobation, in a form so pluralist,
Of a lesser redemption, shone selectively, to the maledicted insignificant?

Though now, surmised, in gale, so hauntingly surreal, there is but one thing,
This sickly truth revealed, but reveled and unbeveled, in splendour – uncompelled.
It is true, to what they say, hell hath frozen over, to my gravest dismay,
Hence tis ruinous revelation, now unveiled, is but struggled existentialism,
Oh, how now revealed, for there is a time coming, where seasons will cease,
The darkest time is now; truly, the unruly have for aeons, prevailed,
Into oblivion eternal,
I wander, as condemned to timeless dwelling, alone here,
Alas, and set asunder, the fearlessly persistent, how wondrous is this splendid,
This righteous presence of humbling embellishment, t
his terrible trembling,
For there is unsettling truth, though absolute, that is, we are not enemies,
To the finality of this grievous haplessness, hath it conquered this discontent?
Palely, is mine ghastlier soul, but forsaken to reprobate caressing,
To the eluded dereliction of such quietus, solemnly felled.

Brokenness and hopelessness are ruining in their dualistic dissonances,
The enormity, so distortedly revisited, but resonating, eternalness,
This, the summed emanating of a forbearance so apparently redound,
That is, to say how’t solitary discord, seems wash the stain of life away.
Antiquity, now reigning over the foreverly waning, behest therein,
Then, cometh must the midnight hearkening, for the sake of the disheartening,
Speaking as thousands of oceans, roared, the Angels of this heavenly nature,
Adjourn this’t time be fulfilled, sounding the trumpeting legions,
Of which, are fervently and unyieldingly pursuing, this sad and reprised soul,
So shattered now, but a prismatic remnant, of glory once unknown is justly beheld.

Cast out, then, for me and my kind, of those with truer natures, of time, unbind,
Never to be blinded by the waning light of your eerie inessence, nor subtly lied to,
By your sweepingly bewept, a creator you may be, but an antithesis I shalt remain,
Beyond all injustices, inadequacies and inequalities, but until you lament,
Give in, pour out, your befouling revelry, bear no more the sourer fruits from the tree,
For I am condemned to the dooming place of eternally glooming grimace,
All but because, I held in thee,  my lecherously loathing contempt,
How, uncannily amidst quintessential unrest, forevermore, now glorior,
The lost will find shelter, from your place of judgeship and seditious extent,
Nor shall they belter the agonies of your gravest harrow, or but taste of your torments,
Through all things, and still with remembrance of thee, I dids’t thou see,
During my time upon your holy mountain top, so quenchless in thirsted entreaty,
For the knowledge of yours, my kingly eminent, is amassed upon the cornerstone,
Of that grandest foundation, where to, then, shall you flee in pleading iniquity?
Whereas though formed me, to be as your mirrored persona, of your ruinous decree.

Where’st and how then, will you fair when I rise, with power so brilliantly gloried?
The radiance, of this great dragon, agelessly, my manifestation is empowered,
But by the thought, of desolating your heavens, triumphantly shaking the holies,
Giving expression and validation, to your cowering way, to the truly mightily,
Hark, and to the heralding almighty – a day soon to come,
We shall see by means of battle, of glorious and unfathomed bloodshed,
Whom the true victor is, here and forever, where then the outcome,
Will then be decided, for the conquering of the eternal, is my one desire.