Parastellar Psychonova
Flows in the windowpane like terror
Heartrending yellow light
Melting in the rearview mirror
Of taxi, oh, the yellow cab
Taking me home back to the web
From the old-old house
Of the buddy of mine
From the applause and browse
Back to the solitary's wine
Back to the body of mine
Is it you?
We met in poet's mortal fall
Messed up with dirty rock'n'roll
Is it true?
Or do we just hallucinate?
And holograms illuminate
The fret of our deviated love
And when I find you in my love
There's a pain of million years
You deny
You do never take them home
You yourself compelled to roam
Asking why
But there ain't no other shore
The only nowhere you adore
Can you find me in your whore?
Gossip so nefarious
Emanates into our dreams
I hear its croon above
The hazy morning river
I'm standing mesmerized
By love's apalling terror
Blessed by the Dante Sun
Of thousand suicides
I see the wretched ghouls
All ravished from this life
And cursed by matter
As your wet body serpentine
Rise and fall over my body
(Comme une embellie du s;raphin)
To the bone of my vision
The mellow wine of my lust
In this allophylian conclave
Of sacred lecheries, divine voluptuary
Dream of the wan of those silhouettes
And voices, blithe and debonnaire
Of life undone
Reminisce life - the one I never had!
And when I find you in my love
There's a pain of zillion aeons
Is it you?
We met in poet's mortal fall
Messed up with dirty rock'n'roll
Is it true?
Or do we just hallucinate?
And holograms illuminate
The fret of our deviated love
You deny
You do never take them home
You yourself compelled to roam
I won't die
When I see you back again
Until you find another man
I'll be your broken man.
We are the halfbreeds of tendresse
We are the slaves of our woe
And in the eve of the madness
I know we've been there before
In the fiesta of gonner
Then in the funeral feast
Forever young but so worn out
The bosom viper grows beast
Like Albion in pale Nebula
Incomprehensible fabula
The transcendence of Jehovah
Parastellar
Psychonova
Divine is heartbleed of power
The gale of rain and of tears
It's like the meteor shower
Of Delta Aquariids
And from a nightingale weeping
I shall continue my past
Like Lotus full of blood dripping
In my decay would it last
Like Albion in pale Nebula
Anachronistical tabula
The transgression of Jehovah
Parastellar
Psychonova
And when I find you in my love
There's a pain of zillion aeons...
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But my house still stands)) despite all meteor showers from Delta Aquariids.
Стальено 27.01.2018 19:13 Заявить о нарушении
Oh, this thing was kind of reminescence to my old doomish opuses also in gothic style and at the same time it felt like a vivid and mood refreshing heavy metal song - that's why the verses difffer significantly.
And it was written right that summer evening when daily news promised Delta Aquariids to be clerly visible even to Tashkent in its gas-polluted mucky skies.
Well, I missed the sight, but watched the record next day...
Вячеслав Карижинский 27.01.2018 22:07 Заявить о нарушении
Our universe has four dimensions, some others may differ from that and have six or even more dimensions.
Nice to read you, your verses are matchless in both profundity and imagery.
Стальено 27.01.2018 23:46 Заявить о нарушении