TERROJA Posted January 6, 2006 #1 Share Posted January 6, 2006 "The creative process is a cocktail of instinct, skill, culture and a highly creative feverishness. It is not like a drug; it is a particular state when everything happens very quickly, a mixture of consciousness and unconsciousness, of fear and pleasure; it's a little like making love, the physical act of love." -FRANCIS BACON The keys wash up on the bloody shore Each inch yields 100 more You search harder than before But none of these open the door Confound it all The heART-- It dangles in a chamber Throbbing with a righteous anger Anger spat forth from the fear Of the one who has imprisoned it here What hearts do we need but these? A plague of teeth And a new disease It's beyond the wall Inside the tower A clawed-off mask Of worthless power It's a golden means To a rusted end And a hole-stained hand That Messiah extends For the pious worms To feast within! A shell in Hell--A vortex torn A vore text scorned Rebirth aborted And shown the door A shapeless color A colorless shape Who here remains Alive Enough To escape? You've never known this sort of beauty. The unread book was on fire But the illiterate worms Couldn't read all the smoke That it spoke My poor book . . . Every answer To Everything Is Everywhere If you just know how to look An armada of eyes in the darkness Glued together by snakes An ever-squirming teardrop Forms the lake of your mistakes The eyeball bares its vampire fangs And a million tongues implode Under the weight of emptiness Where lullabies erode An iron alibi of loathing Gives you the chance to shed your clothing When you're already as naked as The day that you were worn She assures your she's not a rose But a lotus As You bleed Against Her Thorns A love parade Your money spent A crumbling tower A steep ascent A book unread A hole unfilled An eyeless iris With a gate to build Yeah, The Kingdom Came And the Kingdom went We haven't seen the Kingdom since And Divinity chokes on its own impotence Numbers and letters unseen before Eat the keys and smash the door They've done this many times before And they'll do it forever and evermore You'll be trapped and weary And dead and sore One again, yes, forevermore But The winter forgives what it cannot kill The heART-- It dangles in a chamber Throbbing with a righteous anger Anger spat forth from the fear Put into the ones he's imprisoned here There is a place? There is no place! There is only your face That brutal mask Like Dali painted-- That one where all the angels fainted AND ALL THE PAIN AND FIRE AND HATE IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS IN WAIT What exactly is it waiting for? YOU KNOW THE KEY! Just lift the lid Tick-tock sucks the clock Welcome to your id! The painting is opening Step inside Who you are is dead Who you will be Is just waiting To die But Perhaps There is serenity here Stop shaking, child It's you that they fear The king of this place This place you helped create For the true art is what lies behind The tattered canvas of your mind It's too beautiful to exist outside You'll never view it with human eyes Long though you will . . . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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