I could lay you down
and breathe your hands.
I could brush the dust
from your eyes.
And I could hold your moon in my palm;
A junkies palm,
the scarred hand of Judas.
But that would not make you h appe.
You wish to hold me
within your glass house gaze
and to touch my soul
where hands have never dared.
The game will not be played
by your rules,
once the pawn is a queen.
In your palm you held the ace of Spades
but it was a losing hand
to your filthy heart.
And the dealer delt away
Whilst the jokers laughed and joked.
And they held their stigmata out
for the babes to see.
But they only saw flesh.
With a needle dipped in ink
she wrote me a stigma in italics.
I can still see itl
In the moving daylight
In the roving daylight
In the shadows of light
on a palm.
cuha
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We never saw destruction
We just stayed a while
Stay a while
A while.
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Stay a while,
A while.
Stay a while."
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Penning verse in heathenistic rhyme; And casting tunes to hold back time. |
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As most of you may have noticed, I haven't been online here for quite a long time. This is due in part to the fact that I have been working on the release of my album, as well as a few other projects.
Today, my album "Past the Sparrow Flight Hour", has finally become available for purchase on ReverbNation.
The music is an eclectic blend of dark acoustic sound-scapes and hauntingly beautiful poetry; a rich mix of the insane and the bohemian, a midnight tryst between an angel and a demon. I play all of the instruments on the tracks, mix, write and deliver the poetry.
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Today, my album "Past the Sparrow Flight Hour", has finally become available for purchase on ReverbNation.
The music is an eclectic blend of dark acoustic sound-scapes and hauntingly beautiful poetry; a rich mix of the insane and the bohemian, a midnight tryst between an angel and a demon. I play all of the instruments on the tracks, mix, write and deliver the poetry.
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Thank gods you're not hard to find here. I forgot my user name and had to find me through your watch list. My how we've changed.
