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The Mirror And The Circle
would the circle be reversed?
no
it would still be a circle
because the circle represents something
we all wish we could hide
To End All Nights
softly swaying to the
steamy beat that moves
from the notions we send
each other
on this one night-
the night to end all nights
the subtle bloom of
Space
but i must fill it
with desire
with duty
with destiny
this space is short
but i must fill it
with my love for you
Old Versions Of New Sad Songs
with a smoky bourbon haze around me
drinking and remembering
until my crying eyes can’t see
and there’s a man with guitar playing
My Solitude (My Release)
i grab the tiller of life firmly
my inner world my only release
in this golden age of depravity
my sword will carve a womb in the cradle of faith
September's Bounty
on the last day of september
the new lines of freedom
rolled along like freeway markings
and she was certain
all those thoughts
were left behind
And I Became.........
there before me
in decedent beauty
the subtle curves and smooth lines
my hand trembled
but still
it hadn’t happened
the proudest of moments
Glisten
we gathered to awake the secret we kept
the locked desire we held
with formal assumptions of new glistening sin
naked we came brazen with
Items Found In The Closet Of My Sanity
hangs from the gallery in the hall
the veil of solitude
is draped over the smile of yesterday
and the helmet of regret
I Prometheus
i won’t need it where i am to be judged
within the kingdom of depravity
i will stand accused
of the grandest of larcenies
i mastered the secrets of perversion
Ignite
deceive me
design me
only you can prevent this fire
strip me
invade me
rearrange me
only you can start this fire
burn into me the image
of your sacred depravity
Streaming Live Video
bringing me closer to the eve of my destruction
i am the boatman for my own decent
Blues For Joey
i’ve never seen so much rain
the flood it came early sunday morning
lord, i’ve never seen so much rain
From The Sky Of The Inevitable
on what may be remembered as the greatest of days
the greatest of ways to become gods
but
fuck all that
the wheels are turning
