Soul Redeemer

Dancing around the black flames,
Feel this sensation of death…
Unholy passion...
Hot blood on my mouth,
I feel your soul inside me

I'm your pleasure...
Your suffering.

Night without moon,
Obscure clouds in the sky
Whispers from twilight
A coldness freezes my heart...
That breath of horror

I'm your nightmare…
Your damnation.

Through sight, sound, and
Faceless agony
Down endless corridors,
A halo of blazing light ablaze —
Enthrone the dark angel.

I’m your savior…
Your soul redeemer.

Savage Garden

We enjoy the night —
The darkness —
where we can do things that
Are not acceptable in the light.

Night is when we slake our thirst.

We live in a constant state
Of desire…
Of disgust…

Our very nature often revolts…
But without the will to deny
Carnal indulgences.

We come to the strong and drain them…
A bottomless insatiable thirst —
Always parched and in need of more.

It takes us back to primitive times…
When we worshipped dark gods
In a pagan paradise —
Amidst this Savage Garden.

Your sweet essence nourishes us —
The children of a voluntary nightmare —
With your intelligence and your reason…
With your blood…
Your life.

Rejoice

If the first blade of pale green grass
Growing in the fields has power to move you…
If the sight of lazy summer clouds
In the blue skies above fills you with joy…

Rejoice.

If the honeysuckle perfume of
A summer’s evening breeze thrills you…
If the crimson and gold palette
Of autumn’s foliage serenade calms you…

Rejoice.

If crispy, crunchy sound of
The brittle remnants of fall’s cool stir you…
If the first frosty flake of
Winter’s long languorous embrace electrifies you…

Rejoice.

If the sound of children at play
On a frosty winter morn warms you…
If the fresh, renewing scent of
A springtime thunderstorm inspires you…

Rejoice.

If the simple things of nature have
A message that you understand —
A message you feel more than see —

Rejoice!

For your soul is alive.

Primal Urges

Great Goddess, who art Thou?
There is something pagan in you…
Something primal in us all that
We cannot shake off.

You live in the age of idols.
The past, never dead,
Flames again in your mystic
Hierarchies of stardom.

Voices of the glorified urge us onward.
They who have passed from
The semblances of time to
The realities of eternity
Call upon you to advance.

And forget not that
The earth delights to
Feel your bare feet…
That the winds long to
Play with your hair.

Your inner sunshine warms not only
The heart of the owner,
But all who come in contact with it.

Sailing

A misty, enveloping embrace
Sent upon sunset dreams
Searches for a peaceful heart.

A breezy lover's kiss sent
Upon gentle, fragrant warmth
Caresses sun-parched skin.

Colorful, waving ambassadors
Reach gracefully and majestically
Towards a cotton candy sky.

Harbor lights gaily dance
Upon dark, sea foam waves
To dulcet tones of a distant horn.