catharcyst: 07/01/2004

catharcyst

Thursday, July 29, 2004 by Billy

6 Feet Planner

in the tragic hours
when promises sedate
heed the phantom sculptors
molding stygian figurines
sucking blood flowers
in pale starlight
join me beneath a winter's hearth
we shall recite a druidic hybrid
scarring our souls for the harvest
moaning in decay
the final spark of blemish
the longest lust of flesh
the piper in the minefield
whistling sharpnel tremolo
he no longer preens
for the blood of penitents
gushing in the mist.

billy jno hope

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Saturday, July 03, 2004 by Billy

somewhere to the left

a rage once said
I would trust implicitly in death
drag my ball and chain
to bitter twilight

a curse shattered the silence
one more soul to bleed
I could rape the music
I could ride the shaman

a priest fingered hell
with my deviant fingers
his death of tomorrow
rescued my insanity

a canvas awaits insult
something sinister
to bite a loving thought
watch it blaspheme

a cemetery begs me
enter the left gate
peer jus beyond the desert
for the darkest silence

Billy Jno Hope

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