Sunday, July 31, 2011

The Blackout Whisperings 30




Wash in the tears of
Sick angels
Tomorrow comes yet. 

The Blackout Whisperings 29




Shed and blast her with
Blasphemy
Of boiling colours

The Blackout Whisperings 28




"King me! King me now!"
She barked, but
She really meant fuck. 

The Blackout Whisperings 27




Know, if she would leave,
She would leave
For more than ever. 

The Blackout Whisperings 26




Fall to pieces and
Recklessly
Try to fill the voids.

The Blackout Whisperings 25




Those who sleep somber
Together 
Die in dreams alone. 

The Blackout Whisperings 24




Royally fuck your
Celtic queen
And remain hollow. 

The Blackout Whisperings 23




You will burn alive
In distaste
And streetlight bibles. 

The Blackout Whisperings 22




Your heartstrings are strong
But her teeth
Are always stronger. 

The Blackout Whisperings 21




Love is a fire
Burning down
All that it touches. 

The Blackout Whisperings 20




Is it painful yet?
Does it hurt?
Too fucking bad, kid. 

The Blackout Whisperings 19




I am not your thoughts
I'm merely
The absence of them. 

The Blackout Whisperings 18




Black is not colored
It's merely 
The absence of you. 

The Blackout Whisperings 17




Welcome your master
Accept me
To ease the balance. 

The Blackout Whisperings 16



Binge you little shit!
Down a fifth. 
Slump into yourself. 

Sunday, July 17, 2011

The Blackout Whisperings 10




Play as the granger
And plant seeds
For tomorrow's feast. 

The Blackout Whisperings 9




Make her pour like shots.
Then drink her
And bleed from her bed. 

The Blackout Whisperings 8




Feed them brilliant lies. 
Swing, swing, swing. 
A ménage et trois. 

The Blackout Whisperings 7




Gaining weaknesses 
Your power
Lies in liqoured hands. 

The Blackout Whisperings 6



Dance though the field of
Begging flesh
And grope their heartstrings. 

The Blackout Whisperings 5





Stalk your desires
Fervently
To gain companions. 

The Blackout Whisperings 4






Put the wheels back on,
Piss in hand
And claim to carnal. 

The Blackout Whisperings 3




Only when too strong
To take in,
Drink yourself arid. 

The Blackout Whisperings 2




I am your voice now
Painting thoughts
On your easeled skin. 

The Blackout Whisperings 1





There's no pain in death. 
So let's maim 
The cost of Freedom. 

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Veronika Kirsch: Epilogue




The very moment
of which her death marked,
forced a lunar extrovert
to blush, carving clouds
in shades of
pure emotion and time.
The remaining wisps
of light pierced her
skin with an inseparable
veil of surreal realism.
The beautiful catastrophe
that she was, bled
onto my skin languidly
proving once more
how incapable of love
I was before her
and thereafter.
My dear Veronika.
My sweet Veronika!
My bane!
Veronika.
She'll never die
but always haunt me.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Veronika Kirsch: A Final Suggestion of Horror






Tenebris neque profundum, id suadente metu flere


We begin with a kiss,
A snake and a wish
In the place of the missed
Manifesting a mist.

We danced in the rain
Like candleless flames
Maintaining the chain
And refrains of pain.

A star
and a circle around
Drawn in
dirty blood on the ground.
A heart
In the middle still beating
Summoning
With our magik repeating.

Minions who dwell in slivers of night,
Uncloak your shadow to warlock's sight.



Tenebris neque profundum, id suadente metu flere
Tenebris neque profundum, id suadente metu flere


The light is encroached
As the dark has approached
From a menacing chamber
Of peril and danger.

The fire, now freed
Ascends near with speed
And haste for beginning
The chants of my bidding.

A star
and a circle around
Drawn in
dirty blood on the ground.
A heart
In the middle still beating
Summoning
With our magik repeating.


Tenebris neque profundum, id suadente metu flere.
Tenebris neque profundum, id suadente metu flere.
Tenebris neque profundum, id suadente metu flere!


Enchanting deities of the underworld,
I call upon thee to carry out my evil deeds.
Come now and aid this night of terror,
Come now and bring her my horror.
Crawl in her head much deeper than night,
Bring her dreams I see clear; my dreams of fright.
Let her never forget this dream I have made,
Let it rest within her from breast until spade.
Move at once demons, travel the night,
Bring Veronika Kirsch my dreams of fright!


We end in a way
That no one could say
But brilliantly sought
We tried and fought.

Your beauty is best
When mirrored through death
And distant from me.
I'm finally free.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Veronica Kirsch: Starring as My Grave






You've got a light
About you.
Threatening in silver tones.

My eyes go right
Around you.
Thickening in pewter bones.

You love like an actress
And move like a ghost.
Reality wasted
And I'm just the host.


You break me down
And incase me sound asleep
I'm your heart while I'm enslaved

You black my eyes
And attack my skylit rise
You're starring as my grave.

Listen to me sweetie
I've got a lot to say
The beauty I've been seeing in you
Is only painted in negative space.

You judge angels with an iron tongue
Rusted from the sun
Busted from the fun.

You burn castles with a scarlet wick
Climbing oh so quick
My dear, my darling
You're sick.

I'm buried inside you
Burning alive to
Try and survive you.
I'll never survive you!

Tonight, tonight
I found you
Whispering to me so sweetly

"I'll hold you like
I bound you
To make sure you'll never leave me.

You break me down
And incase me underground
I'm your heart while I'm enslaved

You black my eyes
And attack my skylit rise
You're on the A list baby
For starring as my grave.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Brokensword Cemetery




Lost wandering clouds
drift lazily over
Crawford County at 4
and Brokensword.
The spacious yellow fields
surround as an
audience for demise,
cheering with each
gust of breath
that swims over
the dreary
oasis of death.
The only trees for acres
drip a million turmoil tears
from their sagging pine
needles onto weathered stones
engraved with heartache.
There is no pleasure
for the light bound,
no trial for the lost.
Just pain,
bane
and occasional rain.