The LashFar easier it is to embrace the flames and find solace, phoenix-like;
To rise from ruin, reborn,
Than struggle on though middle ground safe and yet unsound.
I seek not to be consumed but transformed -
The lash of flame engorges my spirit, drives me to new desire.
Each pain, embraced, goads new knowledge of self, of gods, of man;
And deep within my servitude I find liberation.
In each sudden, blinding flash swims visions
And I see myself most clearly, as if reflected in the mind of god
Spread across the deep expanse of eternity and filling the universe with my rapture.
Fervour EkstasisA whisper, like ivy tendrils
Caresses my mind
And makes me shiver.
I see the God in his eyes,
Smell Him in his sweat,
Taste Him on his skin.
I feel Him in his fingers.
My sight turns to mist
And drum beats echo from far away.
I slip, slide from his embrace
And fall into His
Through smoke and wine and madness.
In frenzy, I feel the need to scream,
To dance, to roar We are lions!
The need to tear flesh and wash it down with blood.
I fall from myself
Deeper and madder and to a darker place;
I fall into silence.
I fall before Him,
Desire set upon the altar of my flesh;
My thoughts of Him alone.
My obsession, my dream, my Muse-man.
In bondage to His glorious call
I drink of His inspiration -
Fill me, O God, with Your heat
And when the flames consume me
Lead me to be reborn.
Horned is the HunterHorned is the hunter
And horned is the prey
For he who takes the offered life
Is also he who's slain
He who is the offerer
Is the offering
and the prey's blood dripping on the ground
In the hunter's veins does sing
Crowned is the victor
And crowned in defeat
For the life that leaches from the prey
In the hunter's heart does beat
Summer's Lord and Winter's
Death and life, night and day
The cycle carries on and on
The hunter is the prey
Fridge Magnet AnthesteriaYou whisper;
And I -
Fall from your mad embrace
Through milk and honey and warm ecstasy.
My blood trembles
And fevered visions flood from your fierce worship
Know This I Died For YouWhether I rest 'neath the poppies of Flanders Fields,
Or in an Unknown Soldier's grave;
If my bones are dust under Marathon's plain
Or I lie below Acteon's waves
Know this I died for you
If I fought with shield and blooded spear
Or with the cannon's mighty roar
If stalked through burning jungles growth
Or on jet-wings fiercely soared
Know this I fought for you
Whether it was freedom we were fighting for
Or land or goods or love
My opponents were as flesh as I
Made of bone and breath and Blood
Know this I took life for you
When war is fought and blood is shed
It is no ones victory
But we must protect all that we love
Safeguard home and family
And I would die again for you
You need no
Medusa My LoveMy Lady of the oceans' steep
Those built up with
The bones of all who've
Looked upon and seen
Thy face alight and shining bright
Beautiful and fair;
And whose eyes that hold
Reflections now of me.
I stare as though, I've turned to stone
In thrall to thee
I give myself, breath and soul
To thee in offering.
And offer forth my life, my flesh
My joy and suffering,
To gaze from now
To the end of time
Upon thy mystery.
A Prayer to DionysusDionusos, send your blessing
Relieve me of my mortal pains
Fill me with your healing madness
Before I drive myself insane
Blessed Bakkhus, bring oblivion
Let me sleep a dream-filled sleep
Send your wisdom-laden liquid
To drag me down into the deep
Relax my body and my mind
Fill my lungs up with your visions
Show me what I need to find
Nyktipolos who prowls the night
Drown out my hurt with ecstasy
Through lust and pain and violent loving
Set my mind and spirit free
Kharidotes who brings grace
Inspire me in words and rhyme
Ease the passage of my thoughts
And turn them into flowing lines
Dionusos send your blessings
Let me see with mystic sight
Let me wander in your shadows
Until I'm ready for the light