Poets feeding off of poets.
I also completely redid this one.
A river current
of sorrows drifts
Further down stream
A reminder of yesterday
Destruction of self
You can’t mask pain
with love when regret
is showing itself upon
the rivers reflection
Sitting here bewildered
Standing brushing off
yesterday like these leaves
This dirt becomes dust
settles like my mind
Another path wrongly taken
or perhaps another learned
May 18th 2010
In Cold Blood
By: Amylia Grace
Every day’s a reminder of all that I’ve lost
Love’s obliteration & scars still remain
Internalized damage that pains and destroys
When regret shows her old face again
Weeping and watching the trail of tears
Meld with the fast river below
Tucked inside currents of what used to be
My love’s stagnant wishes won’t flow
I’d drown in those waters if I’d let myself go
But today I’m just knee-deep in mud
Another path taken as I ponder the end
This old heart beats again in cold blood.
**Yes, this is my late-night take-off of your original-
-what I imagine the essence of your heart to be saying—
um, in my mind anyway (yes, I like how it feels to write in
that sonnet sorta way again). Anyway, this is a take off of yours—
with your words and some of my own—trimmed down in rhyme. See—
you are my muse (in cold blood, yo!)!
Abstractions colliding in metaphysical dimensions.
Laughter fills the void.
Isolation encapsulates one as much as it is encapsulating.
Tear through the veil of despondency.
Breathe not just the air but a new day.
Awaken to a world you’ve only set foot in.
Now to experience beyond the unknown.
I can’t see I’m choking, suffocating
The air poisoned by your exhale
Like this room you’re lost in a fog
This place tells a story A tragedy
perhaps a broken heart, Broken life
The fragility of it all stands in the
clutches of everything gone wrong
Turmoil reigns over your mind
Tears in your eyes but they don’t
exist Weeping from within but you’re
Stability the masquerade
False pretense smiling
parade Love Lovers
bound forever in
an eternity easily
Shadows cast upon
an unforgotten memory
beneath winters blanket
of death Reigned by
loves complacent wreckage
Tangled in thorns Roses once
within her arms Now I bleed
Lost in the strangulation of
bewilderment -Nolon 9/16/2012
Such a beautiful song.
Yea! Such an incredibly fucking beautiful fucking song
Great rivers flow to places unknown.
Admire the wind upon your face.
Looking down as you walk. Leaves
enriching colors strewn upon dirt and grass.
Walk among the people. See the laughter.
See the smiles. A woman in tears. Happy
tears. That moment she’s been waiting for.
There on the stage the band! How breathtaking
the sound…The silence.
Where today reminds
me of yesterday.
Tomorrow ever so near
but so far from so long
I want to forget, but
though forgotten I
can’t help, but still
The day draws closer
I’m being dragged into
this vortex of memories
Forgive me while your
apparition stifles me.
Forgive me while I
close my eyes.
Even then you’re gone,
but still you’re here.
July 15th 2012
In Wisconsin we have a festival with nothing but doom! It’s called Days Of The Doomed. Be there next year! I was there for day two. It’s a two day festival. Second day started at 2pm I was out at 2am. Yea huge fest lots of doom.
‘Doomed Blood Red Rose.’
Contessa on vocals.
Benevolent on 1st & 2nd chorus vox, duet vox and ending (growl)
Nolonn on 1st growl and 3rd chorus vox
All instruments & mix by TLCatbus. Guitar solo by Benevolent Mutation.
Albino Python - the haunter of the dark
Stoner doom metal with female vocals.
Razor sharp kisses.
Bloody stained lusting lips.
Moon scorching red.
Rain drops of decaying flesh.
Reach out to kiss the star filled sky.
Awaken murky damp nightmares.
Reading dead children horror stories.
Strippers in monasteries.
Priests in daycare.
Praying in darkly alleyways.
Crimson moon desires
-2012 July 4th