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Rejoice This Quiet Earth
04:38
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Morrow
Rejoice This Quiet Earth
I have been negligent
A dank and septic thing
I have lost the waters- that which we fend
Whistle and I’ll come to thee
I have not felt the incisor cold
The blood in furore
that reddens hands and faces
And speaks with cleft palette whine
Creaking gasp and fractious rupture
The muffled sound, the songs of silence
Eager for the humble home
Oh how I long for the lupine howl!
Covet the glacial spectacle!
The coarse percussion of each
moulted snow burdened branch,
Tremble, shudder,
Euphoria!
As they summon
Up the hearth of voices steady
Harmonious arrhythmia
The hollering laughter!
The need to share!
The words with which we barter
With kind and care!
The give and take of kindred
uttered in the wisened smile
Bark of this buttress
The rough grain of leaves
Impressions in my raw skin
Here the familiar dampened sound
The quiet in which we linger!
Breath expels, ignites in verglas crystals
The crunch that is laid with every step
Slow and steady go the brave
Quick the wicked!
My mother spoke of the land as a living beast,
Old and short of temper
Glad of us, although it daren’t admit
The loneliness of our absence
A tired old ally cracked and worn
For the ice has provided for us a home!
Through dark needle tangle
Too dense for snow to flurry
Where the gods have dwelt in silence,
Whose joints have long since ossified
Tytons sepulchral shrine -
Where eyes still fluoresce
An uneasy intelligence
A suspicious theatre of forms that hold court
Tesh moves to coax us
With undulate grace;
Each ribbon hyphae clings
An anaemic embrace
Perform ad nauseam
For absent wardens
Whose excessive need
Is all but dust
All but dust
It is there that truths might be told
The giddy rot of mycelium
That time has favoured nought
The sum of our endeavour
Cast like chaff in springs first sigh
And now we are all but spent
The residue of eaten food
The gristle caught in buckled tooth
That is tongued incessantly
Wake! sister this is no time rest!
The south wind carries acrid stench
The pale skin scarred with haemorrhage stain
And soon no chaff will remain
Please sister listen please!
And soon no chaff will remain
Listen please!
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2. |
Totemic
13:16
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Totemic
Troublesome sore
Our thorn jag hangs from glacial wall
Ever begging the skies to heed us
The spraining ice is sneering
Sinewy fingers bear
Sigils in consequential air
Sawtooth receipts of black arpeggios
Niggling tones of fickle whim
Hissing oesophagus imparts
The mannerisms of the departed!
The bone is shaped into a blade
To cut!
Let blood the integral spur
And honed!
To pluck the morsels offered us
With glee!
In quick succession, gobble up
Consumed!
It hears all, our gracious grin
Our lord!
Exhaustive winds our emissary
Her saints!
Ricochet their expletives
And curses!
Their pardons, tells and memories
We've courted!
We have caught wind of voices
Vile and insidious,
Deeds beyond our ken
Deeds that bite and scissor
Promises and covenants of teeth
And terrible certainties
Of malcontent and suppering wounds
And portent drawn from chests
To engorge and satisfy and sate
The most devious of tyrannies
Depraved!
For we can only see,
And listen!
But we are not quite spent
Not yet!
Our fleshy ears have their limits;
A bane!
The displaced soil of seedling breaches
New growth!
Of spawning fish in river swell and churn
We need not these senses where we’re seeking
Now we perilously listen
For sympathetic poltergeist
To receive ephemeral notes
And disembodied voices
Yet we see, in the gloom and memory
Given form and function,
An agonised expression in the dark
A place, a figure, given our form
Sacrament entities,
Coddled insanities
Assemblage of god-flesh
Possessed infatuations
Particulate growths
In vitro deities
In the bosom of wood
Crawl with a delicate
Strength to bear witness with
All who have come
To fight off the end
And with sapient ambition
Holds taught the silk
Sequential spinnerets of
Legion dainty arachnids
Chitinous armies march
A chthonic algebra
Stalking the prey
of weakling thoughts
Whose raking limbs clatter over
Our fleshy hippocampus
Tweak and tune our naive-grasp
With images of prominence
Despite times maddened errant threads
That snap in twain, and snag and strain
Wombs have housed our prescient skin
A navel cord adamantine
This spirit mouths uncertain words
The lick and cluck of archaic tongue
Whose smite was honed to a keen blade
And cut the earth from stem to stern
Dig a little; turn a stone
The humus hides unmarked tombs
With little effort one might exhume
Carcasses of the never living
Never breathing
Essence of enduring creeds
Elegant fetishes made
In the likeness of us
That lie unsullied
By the march of worms
Sternums braced with ribs of iron
Eyes of quartz, teeth cut from diamond
It walks the fathomless
Held in perpetuity
Our omen man,
Our fleshless effigy
We forge from bone and broth of wax
A talisman of its likeness
This shall serve as conduit
For the coming proclamation
Drifted blood, a stray daughter
It seeks comfort and safe harbour
yet has had its heart cut away
But its voice is not alone
Cautioned verses through rhizomes
Another screams the rending split
Bellows hung on tenterhooks
The crack and pull of ligament
Rupturing appendices
Pining itch, empty bellies
Yearning only for what is not theirs.
Malnourished of any sense
Yearning only for what is not theirs
Thrown compassion to the winds
Yearning only for what’s not theirs
As if they ever had any of it
Look upon and bear witness!
Don’t shield your sight from this sickness
Sour garrisons, battalion fiends!
Rear up on slender necks
Gleeful blood delirium,
A heart and head starved
A caustic rhythm spat and seared
Drum on bold oblivion!
The ramparts move with bullish heave, Heave!
Crippled backs nourished with zeal;Greed!
Of the lurid Carrion men; A need
Atop their hideous caravans, proceed!
Cynical, shed cataracts from within,
Sun beat eyes let a light in,
If our cunning is in our stare,
Then with courage, lay it bare
Declare!
Cycles allowed to breathe, exhale!
With same knife let them bleed, let it bleed!
Veins drain and sever songs
One of living but never learned
Yearn only for what is already ours
We must, we must try, or lose all!
Yearn in the promise of their retreat
Of their demise
Yearn only for what is already ours
Yearn in the promise of their retreat
Of their demise!
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3. |
To The Fold
06:10
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To the fold
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white. - rime of the ancient mariner
We have learned to never leave
A suspicion or remnant
A trace of our labour
Vulnerable waifs exposed
The sand betrays our step
Depressions lead to consequence
Sea absolves with erasure!
Heed every apology
Every effort quashed
Bruised and encumbered
Every blessing admonished
Bone frown beak calls
Out to the feather mist
Shroud hidden, teeth chattering
The want of acknowledgment
The shore is black volcanic,
Pack ice parts with clumsy pardon
Only for frigid banks
Of ashen cloud in tidal slough
We make our steady way
Cemetery cold
Hung with the weight of evidence
Taking its tithe
Perhaps the end of all of this
Perhaps the end of us
The land imparts joyful repose
In its elfin expanse
Ice shelf above arboretum
Light dances in prism colour
They have come to greet us
The wise and crow lined eyes hide woe
Beneath fleeting smiles, offerings
Gentle tidings, brief reflections harbour hope
We have seen a darkness
A cancer that walks toward us
Whose sore can only be slaked
In the cutting throes of death
Painful admissions confirm
And in the sand we draw our vision
All will don the blade and shadow
And all will wear the grin
Returning home is bitter sweet
Do not despair!
Lofty halls of ice refract
Geometry
The bloom of torches aura
Shadows play
A thousand strong stand silent, waiting
The Women of the Wake cry,
Besieged with visions.
The beguiling second sighted
The gifted and cursed
Whose pigmented hands now brandish
A doll, metal effigy, I know so well
Weathered nails now clutch my cheeks
And elucidate to me the flurry
The liquid sense of epithets
Wholly vivid consequence
You are the green spine, the dew and the moss
Amongst one another is your truss
I have seen this ferrous mask
Within the ribbon shards of shadows bore
In amongst prehensile willow limbs they watched attentive!
Yes this face is young, I am reminded-
Although the ruddy scent of rust is absent
Gods who wriggle beneath kaolin skin, beneath barbs of Tyton writhe!
I see a child in its care
Whose visage sparks familial notes
I have seen!
Our spirit mothers raise their hackles
I have seen!
And preach the elemental sermon
I have seen!
We take up arms, ascend tree spur
To wage our good and noble war
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4. |
Fugue Plague
06:38
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Fugue plague
Drone dust malignancy
Jaundice the sun for me
Abrasive and bruised
By the deafening hum
Sloth sank its gums into me
Standing water stagnant
Drawn from our pawl
By the fumes of the dead
Long has the sun
Fiery incarnate
Been furious with us
Unfurl its molten girth
Scalding the land in
Pyromaniac
Ill tempered tantrums
We favoured its torment,
Begged acquiescence
It sneered at our whimper
Admonished us all
And lashed at our skin
In acrimony
With carcinogen cinder
Forgive our behaviour
Living in infamy,
A blasphemy
Scorched every artery
Beseech me oh lord!
Every bridge, helping hand
Has withered and died!
We’ve raised high the symbols
Of scoundrels and hedonists
Revel and gloat in
Our squandered inheritance
Scratching this living
Has made us all mean
Rat eaten songs
Of the great unclean
The livid insensitive
A world enamoured in filth
Fawn in the memories,
Parched mouths salivate
Stomachs speak louder
Than words ever fed
Blood oils and fuels this
Particular industry;
Our bodies like flasks of wine
You’re only as good as
How low you scan stoop and
The toiling your’e able to
Throats will be quenched
And lips you will feed
With your pound of flesh
When knees buckle under you!
The desert resisted us,
Silicate betrayer
Turncoat deserter
Whose side are you on?
With spite spittle ridden teeth
A trillion strong
Carved at its skin!
We've gorged on its severed neck,
We’ll drink you dry!
Hateful and full of it
We’ve stake our claim!
The mineral seams
And aquifer drained!
We revelled in our misery,
Drunk on our gluttony
Danced forlornly
In coagulate mud
The blood of our own
Became the saving atrocity
To breed and digest
Our finest depravity
The sun shakes it head,
Wipes a plasma beat brow
And burns bright to rid
Of all we’ve defiled
For this earth has given
All that it can
So we spread out our hands
There were once kings,
Whose reign was ordained
By gods long committed
To rot in their graves
Beside channels of tar
That snakes reach elaborate
Their runes are emblazoned
Abreast arrows aimed north
North is the forest,
The line we daren’t cross
The cleaved land was
Betrothed to faces unseen
Yet why should we languish
In the sun storms vexations
When surely the forests
Meed is far richer?
Now stand the men in their hundreds
The hilt of each line a severed neck slumps
Each marks their face with the sanguineous
A mark to strike fear, mark in blood
North to the hem of the world
March, march
Marks the conquering
March, march
Beyond grating storms
March, march
Of heat and of dust
City of Gristle
Spill out your guts
Cadaver cavalry
Expel, advance
Red raw, sun sore, carcinoma pawns
Served on a platter to our solar crown
There in the cradle of eden betrayed
Green hides a sorcery just out of reach
Ripe for the harvest, there for the taking
To quell our great need
All will grovel, will take the knee
They will surrender, accept they are bettered
To our endeavour, a glorious fate
They will surrender!
Blasphemy in aggregate
Bodies of insolents
Dare to withstand us
Against better judgment
For the law of baked earth
Was once a slurry
Cracked in submission
To furious suns
Surrender, surrender, surrender!
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Our Right In Rest
02:43
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we claim this ice as shelter
matrimony with water and earth
the branches bend for our bows
the nourishing wealth, cloth and twine
what malice of mouth and teeth
that seek nothing but to do harm
we are nothing but the ice made flesh
we seek nothing but our right in rest
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Of Sermons and omens to mend
'And every tongue,
Through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak,
No more than if
We had been choked with soot.' - Rime of the ancient Mariner
White eyes split
With retinal veins
Greedy with hateful,
Splendid and ravenous
Spill over the sand,
A flood of all tragedy
Carrying with it
Their desperate glee
Pause in this in-between fragment,
I have lived in this moment between fallen sweat
Cast from my skin, it dithers and swells
It hovers in place as though time was at rest
I spy a crack in this apparition
A shudder singed bright phosphorescent ignition
Cuspid glint grins drop low with their mandibles
And eyes raise to the sky with loosened gaping jaws
Static sentences, staccato consequence
The lithe ligaments of times elasticity
Here is intention, here is malign
Here is where their pain burns the brightest
Beholden to all
The seam of the world
Divergence of green-hide
The bare face of stone
Drone dust malignancy
Jaundice the sun for me
Abrasive and bruised by
The deafening hum
And lo! spied amidst the
Particulate frenzy fields
The sheared stays of metal
The scaffolds and trebuchet!
Bared teeth and phlegm specked,
The barbed blades a serenade
The red veins and anger!
Swells within our enemy
Dark is the sun,
Encompassed and hidden
Virgules of aether
Bind and transpose
Dainty the dust winds
In dignified helixes
The faintest transcendence,
I quake as I stand
Above us the shape
Of unknown vocabulary
A thing from beyond
The manna of all
Black in the heat plumes,
Yet steadied with alchemy
The omen once promised
By awoken women
Our foe seems to lose
Its vigorous appetite
Retreat from the pall
Cast by this edifice
They flee for the sand shrine metropolis
Heeding the sermon of our arresting sentry
From stone craft beckons, harmonising with our chord
Above forest shakes, for the coming of this sign
The fear now quenched, we are filled with song!
The reed vibrato of a choral throng!
The omen no more than a crib for a child!
Reared in its womb by a living god!
Interspersed lyrics -
Terror sinks deep
In the lightness of will
And we brandish
Spears of valiant whirl
Gather the creed of this woman before us all
The mother of mothers, the erstwhile soul
You are stronger than
Those who want blood
The elegant brave,
Wheat-ear of sympathy
You are the green spine,
The dew and the moss
Amongst one another
Is your trust
We grasp tight and share in this unity
For the love of all!
The songs will be sung in the heart of all Norr
To heed our call!
A people spun from the scarcest of silken threads
Each warp and weft!
On a loom made of ice and the sea and the land
Matrimony!
Countless moments chronicled!
Of lost fortunes and grave missteps!
Amongst your living memory!
All are welcome, for the morrow..
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