Shroud-ing all the ground around me Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory And blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow To pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble To see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, But the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons Singing one familiar song...MORBID EXISTENCE
Welcome to my Dark Night of the Soul...Gaze Deep into the Abyss... Into the Innermost Recesses of the Mind...And Break Free Into Infinity...
*above art by H.R.Giger SEASONS IN THE ABYSS... SOME PEOPLE AREN'T CUT OUT TO BE SAINTS(slaves) AND SINCE I WAS BORN IN ORIGINAL SIN HEDONISM HAS A CERTAIN ATTRACTION, I THINK I'LL CUT THE CRAP,CUT OUT THE MIDDLE MAN, AND GO TO HELL I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL GO TO HELL WON'T YOU BE TOLD? I'VE SOLD MY SOUL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL YOUR PARADISE DOESN'T SOUND TO FETCHING IT'S NOT ONLY YOUR SOULS WHICH MUST BE LOST "HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE" YEAH, TOO RIGHT, MY HELL IS YOU, THE SINS OF THE FLESH SOUND SO APPEALING SO LET ME WALLOW IN MY GUILT YOUR HELL WILL BE MY HEAVEN SO LET'S TURN UP THE HEAT, LET ETERNITY BEGIN AND GO TO HELL I'VE SOLD MY SOUL SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL C'MON LET'S GO TO HELL WON'T YOU BE TOLD? I'VE SOLD MY SOUL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL LET'S BURN IN THE FLAMES, YEAH! -CARCASS
Becoming the Snake The story goes that change is inevitable. So it must be that having eaten dust and rotting flesh, the snake comes to know in his own skin the secrets of change. Through the deceit of death I grow wise in the illusions of time. I change, I grow beyond myself, leaving the papery sheath that once was what I was. I live alone and make my changes in secret. I know the smell of fear, of death, of innnocence. I float among lilies. I rest in shadows. I lick the wisdom of air and dust. I know the earth, sky and men. I wrap myself around the legs of life. By the enmity of others I learn empathy with all creatures. I lie down in darkness and learn the art of subtlety. I rear and strike in surprise. I know the limits of earth. In my belly I know this is all one place. I leave but a meandering trail in the dust, a graceful passage like the tracings of time. I lie down and change and rise and grow old and lie down and change and rise. I demand neither fear nor pity. I know what you can not see. It is not pride that keeps me solitary. In your hands the honey of my mouth turns to poison. It is mere survival -- yours and mine. Change is eternity. from Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead, translated by Normandi Ellis
My shadow's Shedding skin and I've been picking Scabs again. I'm down Digging through My old muscles Looking for a clue. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own confused And insecure delusions For a piece to cross me over Or a word to guide me in. I wanna feel the changes coming down. I wanna know what I've been hiding in My shadow. Change is coming through my shadow. My shadow's shedding skin I've been picking My scabs again. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own chaotic And insecure delusions I wanna feel the change consume me, Feel the outside turning in. I wanna feel the metamorphosis and Cleansing I've endured within My shadow Change is coming. Now is my time. Listen to my muscle memory. Contemplate what I've been clinging to. Forty-six and two ahead of me. I choose to live and to Grow, take and give and to Move, learn and love and to Cry, kill and die and to Be paranoid and to Lie, hate and fear and to Do what it takes to move through. I choose to live and to Lie, kill and give and to Die, learn and love and to Do what it takes to step through. See my shadow changing, Stretching up and over me. Soften this old armor. Hoping I can clear the way By stepping through my shadow, Coming out the other side. Step into the shadow. Forty six and two are just ahead of me. -Maynard James KeenanWWJD-World Wide Jesus Deception
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"Saying yes to life even in its most strangest and hardest problems;the will to life rejoicing over its own exhaustability even in the very sacrifice of its highest types-this is what i call Dionysian,that is what I understood as the bridge to the psychology of the tragic poet. Not in order to get rid of terror and pity, not in order to purge oneself of a dangerous effect by its vehement discharge, but in order to be oneself the eternal joy of becoming, beyond all terror and pity."-Friedrich Nietzsche