alas, ere lyeth the bonez of avalon
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crucify delusion
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the mirror sees themselves in others;🍏
the bitter trust in none they view;🗡️
the blind see w/ honest eyez;🌀
and the wise speak when time is True.🪽
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fret not.
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sarsen stone placed in a circle rounde
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the jerboa is not a real animal. tis a mockery.
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the vituperative scribbinz absolv’d. for slight frosts have often cured too rank a crop
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let foppery serve as a cautionary tale
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here
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patience curdlez in2 apathy
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an oversized codpiece of pride, lest it burst & reveal the emptiness within
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sub luna saltamus
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cos, or some say cosm
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cradled dronez in rainbow’z disguise
they sign off on slaughter w/ sanpaku eyez;-
sold off the silence, the soil, and the Truth
but we dance on the wreckage, we’re atomic youth
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the starz they do speak.
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popinjays revel in steel cathedrals.
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lo, a garden unmade, dead stone where once the earth did breathe.. foul geometry.
a curse cast in lines. a grave writ in right anglez. the dominion of the dead.
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craft keg industrial piss… the squirrel-work of beelzebub & such like
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babylon wages war on babylon & babylon vanquishes the evil of babylon.
babylon falls & bablyon rises.
the head biteth the tail, and in death they are borne
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a crystal womb of chaos bound & cosmos born… symbolz are these; i say no more.
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candid blame my spleen shall never move
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be ever courteous should the case allow; sweet malt is ever made by gentle fýr
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2 thine own self be glue
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she peereth
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i am the sun
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2 knit up ghostly knots or 2 make éagþýrls in2 men’s soulz..
2 weave the same web still, 2 twist the same rope again & again
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thy cope suits not learned pen
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the stone of folly
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w/ rust in our blood, peasants piss’d from the womb
we’re the scum of the earth, in binfire’s bloom
like a cricket bat 2 the bonce of a swollen toad
dreamcraft 4 the scallywag & the tramp o’ the road
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teleology presupposeth causality.
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goblins & clownz do nu-churches build
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pillar 43
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shadow’d king of hill & hollow from days of yore,
whos handz first coax’d the spark from stone and flute from bone,
4gotten art thou, and slander’d sore.
thy dreaming eye, bowed 2 none but star & sky.
ere Babel crack’d the tongue of men,
and kiss’d the moon w/ ochre’d dye.
Neander, whose bonez lie scatter’d neath empire’s shame,
but those w/ eyez 2 see shall mourn thy ember’d soul
who breath’d unto the World, a silent name.
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lytel river… speedeth us unto Hrêðe
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thrice the grimalkin hath mew’d
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a whispered curse upon the tidez
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Bio
nosce te ipsum.
a drop of glory in the living water of Poseidon’z lost cause.
Interests:
- guitars, the bard, insular art, chaucer, pre-raphaelites, vernacular architecture, beer engines, scrumpy
Fav music:
- Allan Holdsworth, Bach, Ralph Vaughn Williams, ABBA, John Dowland, Paul Gilbert, Guthrie Govan, Shawn Lane, Erich Zann
Occupation:
- scop
