Ichorous Gold

My most ambitious and difficult poem. I was balancing too many images and motifs. You might notice I don't care too much about theme - I let it occur as the process gets written. The sound of words and the interweaving of the images is much more important. After all, theme is so mutable, what we can learn can be valuable only in specific contexts that I don't ever stand behind any one theme. In fact, since I do images first, I guess the images dictate the theme, so I have it unconsciously written before I decide on what the theme is. This poem will be unfinished for a while.

Beneath the incandescence

Iron wrought with alchemy

Marks lines to trace back

Crimes upon our face

Father, I have lost my soul

Quenched my thirst in life with the

Blood of those (ichorous gold) <- Backing screams

Can you see, they are much like you and me <- Bad grammar in the name of poetry

Celestial tapestry, you're falling down,

burning down, uncreated, (I know the unknown)

"Your arms flail so madly

Is this what they call life?

Your skin bright, eyes wide

Open your skull"

"I see you now, In you young

"If it ends now, What were you? Illusion"

"Run away, to worlds unseen,

You can only go where I've been

I'll place you down amongst the husks

You exist as one of them"

Equilibria In different ways

Tear flesh apart

Revealed we're the same

Hey Apollo,

I've stolen your sun

The wheels you ride

The skein now flows

In between these concrete skies

Aphrodite,

Your daughters consume you

tear away your flesh

From the terra I gave you life

Jaded Phrases

I wrote it in about 5 to 10 minutes, in a single stroke of genius. Will need to be edited and the imagery will need to be made more cohesive. Also, veneer isn't as poetic as I would like. Need to change that.

My sky

Tonight

Is lacquered veneer

Dust

Awash

Through celestial glare

Tongue tastes copper

With a jade bracelet

Pry from pallid arms

Swinging from Saturn's rings

Succumb

Become

Return to Earth, Spaceman

Our fool's traipsed

Over a knoll he

Can't see

Over

All my life

I've waited for this

And worn the mark

Too brazenly

See the viridian spin

So, rings of Saturn,

Pull me in

Siberian Sunrise

This might make its way to a new IC release, after workshopping it with Tasha.

Stay and see

This murder

Bathe in the sun

can you hear

the cackle

of the crow?

It calls in the

dawn To drag us from home

To sleep in earth

We'll fade from

crimson to chrome

With wings clipped

to match our allies

In the Siberian Sunrise

Blistering wind

cries In our backs

The larch is forgotten

In the snow

Now the sun will wax

And time stays slow

We'll fade from

crimson to chrome

With wings clipped

to match our allies

In the Siberian Sunrise