Litany For The Black Sun (NSFW)

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Your power is mighty and Great my Father and there is no vessel that would hold thy wisdom. As that power is infinite and we are but simple toys to thee. I prostrate myself at your feet. Thrice unworthy dog that I am. Be my witness, sense my mortality and grant me my one wish and let these words burn my tongue in insolence. These Teachers you send me to define thy knowledge and bring to us your words of fire are lacking.
They preen and pamper themselves, they disgust me and yet I am not to lay one command or accusation upon them. They call upon you in there thin voices and you do not answer them. This defines thee within me. What are you? The lowest, most absent, most powerful, the highest. You bring an age upon us that we never see or touch. Serene perhaps and yet violent to feel. You find me and yet are always within me, without purpose. What do we owe you that we may pay back to forget lust?Enter my sour heart and fill me with your wisdom. Let me forget the thoughtless acts that we act. Embrace me and let me see that which is within. Despise me and let me feel that hate within you as it is within me. This living death, this ache of forgotten compassion. Richness abounds within the things you have made although not within me. As I sleep I sense you close and I smile a little at first, a simple thing. Yet my voice ceases and thought is abstract and I shake within the cell.
The days change and men do suffer and die and you are left unchanged. Veins I have that fill with ice at your touch, this essence purely yours. Flow the tears and grip the my heart tighter and call to errant Fathers. This day cast bones among the others and scrabble in the dust. Let the infants cry their own tears and remember nothing, not a thing. I rejoice about nothing for nothing is the food of the ignorant. The chains they gave me hangs heavy at my chest and I ask why? The clouds still move slowly and this place burns all the faster. We resent bitterly this act that even the elders scratch thinning heads. To strike out in anger, to breathe the thicker air and gasp not. To run with limbs that do not ache with the damp of English Autumn. Let the rain fall upon me and my Horse, castigate me more, I care not. The Wizards of this land lie deep within their mounds and we forget. The innocence of youth wasted upon our heads, there is no remedy for Time.
Let the tempers within that place be placated by my presence. Twitch the shrouds upon your windows and shudder but bear my presence shallowly. The memory of my visit will soon be gone as the years smooth the hurts. For as you put life into me I take it from others in your name. For the cold of the day will eventually be eased with warmth. As your Gods fair hand makes all things beautiful he casts a fist upon you. To smash your sense of worth into nothing, to offer no fairness. I will suffer quietly within the shadows of your guilty souls. Inspired by beasts I am that slather at tight bands of leather and chains and yet I hesitate to call out to their God. There is no space within me for him filled as I am with another hateful thing I cast my eyes to. Their God will never come unto me and yet I am also of the Earth which this God did make and I walk upon the ground it did make, and is not not true also that this God made me and yet I can be forgotten as a simple toy? So the Black Parliament who has sent me asked simply, ‘As God wrought you so he is within you’. I nodded before them and took their litany as a lie and an untruth.
From the womb we are pulled, we are a product of sin and yet we know not why we are accused. Guiltless and yet condemned we sing songs to you and in your love for us you smash us into dust. Our confused words through time to simple phrases our movement transferred to thought and thought to words formed by our mouths and yet all is lie and untruth. For we learn all the quicker that anything that falls from the lips of Humans as us is a lie. Yet we close our eyes to the colours and the simple laughter of the world and see you within us. Black Sun shine in truth and offer us redemption. Suffer the ignorance and mockery of this life we do, gather the pains within us to seed the parts of our lives you have given us with greater truth. For Teachers are brought forth who spout their hungered strength and their litany of lies. The Prayer of Men is mired in untruth, in belief and in faith and thus is the trammelled histories of mankind caught and captivated by liars.

Purely For Wild Girls Who Look At The Sea

a lonely girl waiting sea shore

You stand and just look at the sea
like some chick in a film
the sea breeze throws your hair back
and i feel the sparkle and the burn
we are a pair and we yearn don’t we?
you think you are alone and the sea pulls
at that place by your navel
that aches when we cry
you hold on tight to the stainless steel rail
you close your eyes and pray
don’t think that my hand doesn’t cover yours
i feel that pull I swear
yet I haven’t got the courage to say yet
the sky is shattered again my eyes to see
a prayer for the lying and a pure heart to flee
the flowers in your eyes
the certain line to take heel at
so here’s what you do and blink away the tears
we all play parts in front of God
yet a man like me can find the one
submit and look at me a minute
around my vision the colours
so i got up out of bed and looked outside
at the sky and i knew what to do
I have finally given up and you have me
take out your heart and show me
my head against the window is cool and wet
finally at peace all I have is me
my legs too weak to get down on one knee
but look at the sky too and smile the way you do
as fears are the promise of those who fool
but there is no rain today and nobody cries
no wet shoes and trials of those too young
tonight you are mine and full in mind
but for shattered men with dark black souls
that the Bluesmen shivered to start a song
hold on then let go for a minute
but the sea just goes on
and the wild girls still have fun

A Minute to Win it

So you touched your neck to show me where to aim
but i have a few quids worth of stinky weed
to get blasted and listen to The Fall
and shaft the people who shatter the dew off the grass
but your prayers go unanswered just because,
its the only thing I’m good at
you do it again, that’s alright honey
but I simply rough myself up too much
the biggest enemy too lost to be missed
in the garden you closet yourself in too
but you know you want to, you know it’s right
and the motorway rolls on as your passion grows
it falls, picks up and then flows
but the sigils have faded and the wizards are on strike
but you forget how it’s wrong and it ain’t right
let the gutter flowers fade in the salt
washed and blasted along a thousand miles of bitter road
fires alight and embers fly but settled lives are hard to find
for the face reflected in the windscreen is too sick too blind
we empty out the pills to bargain with the Gods
but all they do is give you belly ache and the shits
the beginning, the family in the car in front
propped on pillows to go to a fast sleep
tilt at windmills or run over Motorcycle cops
beg forgiveness and eat Gods sour slops
wear your suit, the one you got from Marks and Spencer in Truro
let me select the greatest passion we can give
the one that kills utters and blinds the false
there’s an accident up ahead, road scattered with sleeping dead
too many coffees, too much Devil work for me
but we turn in and flatter each other and sleep to fall
that’s all i have to offer, Art that fucks to never let go
but outside nightclubs we can understand, in the rain
the subtle ache of kerb side pain
and the Costa coffees swill to hot to last
and the sirens sound weird as they fly past
give yourself a rest and eat something
stop looking at me strange, it’s all alright
you are lost the same as me
lost in an angry insane fucked up sea

People V The Black Sun

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I thought about you today while i switched the passion sicker
and pressed the button that would send it to the sky
but the world turns and flings us out and we get lost a little
I sit upon the edge in a loss of my strength for one
to see the magnificence of the Black Sun uncloaked.
Though your wisdom permits to see this Holy Star with mine eyes
to hear its roar with my ears I know you have clasped your hands around my head
to save me from the power it holds.
You cast stars into voids oh great wonder and I hold my head and weep.
The Stars in your magnificence glow and the galaxies are strands in your hair.
My heart boils away to see this and the abyss below me shivers in the fear of your foot.
To the West the unbidden heart the faith lost and yielded to the Masters.
To the West the path forgotten and trod upon seldom yet I still look to it
I yearn for the soft grass under my feet and the air so fresh
it brings me to delight and to cast of my garments
to run upon it as a child and sink myself into the cool waters of the silver lake
the great mountains feet reflects upon it
I sit awhile and shake off the dust of my sacred birth.

Confession of Hopkins

Your power is mighty and Great my Dark Master and there is no vessel that would fill up thy wisdom.
As that power is infinite and we are but simple toys to thee.
I prostrate myself at your feet. Thrice unworthy dog that I am.
Be my witness, sense my mortality and grant me my one wish and let these words burn my tongue in insolence. These Teachers you send me to define thy knowledge and bring to us your words of fire are lacking.
They preen and pamper themselves, they disgust me and yet I am not to lay one command or accusation upon them. They call upon you in there thin voices and you do not answer them.
This defines thee within me.
What are you?
The lowest, most absent, most powerful, the highest.
You bring an age upon us that we never see or touch.
Serene perhaps and yet violent to feel.
You find me and yet are always within me, without purpose.
What do we owe you that we may pay back to forget lust?
Enter my sour heart and fill me with your wisdom.
Let me forget the thoughtless acts that we act.
Embrace me and let me see that which is within.
Despise me and let me feel that hate within you as it is within me.
This living death, this ache of forgotten compassion.
Richness abounds within the things you have made although not within me.
As i sleep i sense you close and i smile a little at first, a simple thing.
Yet my voice ceases and thought is abstract and i shake within the sheets.
The days change and men do suffer and die and you are left unchanged.
Veins i have that fill with ice at your touch, this essence purely yours.
Flow the tears and grip the sheet tighter and call to errant Fathers.
This day cast bones among the others and scrabble in the dust.
Let the infants cry their own tears and remember nothing, not a thing.
I rejoice about nothing for nothing is the food of the ignorant.
The crucifix they gave me hangs heavy at my chest and i ask why?
The clouds still move slowly and this England burns all the faster.
Below in the village the children laugh and run aimless.
Thus are our lives reflected in the subtle plays of youth.
We resent bitterly this act that even the elders scratch thinning heads.
To strike out in anger, to breathe the thicker air and gasp not.
To run with limbs that do not ache with the damp of English Autumn.
Let the rain fall upon me and my Horse, castigate me more, i care not.
The Wizards of this land lie deep within their mounds and we forget.
The innocence of youth wasted upon our heads, there is no remedy for mold.
Pull in the reins and steer a course for Habbingdon.
Let the tempers within that place be placated by my presence.
Twitch the shrouds upon your windows and shudder but bear my presence shallowly.
The memory of my visit will soon be gone as the years smooth the hurts.
For as you put life into me i take it from others in your name.
Let the mud splash upon this beasts flanks and soothe it rightly.
For the cold of the day will eventually be eased with warmth.
There is an Inn within this village with adequate stables.
As your Gods fair hand makes all things beautiful he casts a fist upon you.
To smash your sense of worth into nothing, to offer no fairness.
I will suffer quietly within the shadows of your guilty souls.

Happy You Are Back

drive-home-55s

Hey you are back from the sad
away from the cold and the harshest stares
the freakiest freaks and the hurts
we are ok aren’t we? we get along
try to push away the freezy head
and the looking at TVs that shout out
between our thoughts
we love the way the car moves fast
down the A449 twisting through the drones
always lookin’ at their phones
as they wait at the lights
dreaming of things we don’t understand
but i have some pills that will send you out
among the stars never left behind
and we can drive fast and laugh as they kick in
the lines become bars and the life we live in
but we giggle and scream at the places that pass
speed through the islands at 66mph
and you grip on tight
we think of things that always seem so sad
but they pass by and never look that bad
glad to feel and we fear nothing much
just glad to be here, do we fear?
in my pocket another sullen fact i’ll keep quiet
but hey we are a pair and the people still stare
and we don’t really care
the wind blows back your hair and you shut your eyes
pretend you are flying through the air
never forget to feel, don’t close off
i am happy you are back