Reproach (Full of Hope)
As all came
Crashing down,
We could not help but laugh
Draining blood to function on belief
Factious stream counter to all pleas
Reclaim vision,
Howl like wolves
Learn to love the crack of the lash
Chambers full, envy and returns distorted
On the sharp edge advance changes design
Formless,
Unsullied,
Holy, with indigent longing
Hollow ravenous greed and profits twisted
Resting on the firmament adapts intention
The innocent
Break off,
Contemplating dispersions quelling
Deplete to pour out acts in certainty
Factious blood counters all entreaties
My Inner Sanctum
In a shaded doorway
Watching the spirits at play,
Through a cracked and shimmering window to the world;
Through my surprise, welling up in my eyes:
Your soul;
Bleeding, old; a deep well of love:
Sepulchral, cold.
The crowning glory swathed in fear,
The brave action recoiling into futility.
To my knees glancing upward,
There flies pain: mine.
Deep ecstasy traces desire.
Hidden places, lost hold;
No one to sustain reality,
My love erases me.
I turn around to go,
The world around me flows through my body.
The bitter realization contains the happy seed: yes, me.
Weak and stumbling,
Gloriously breathing still dawn’s air,
That part of me now lost forever,
It wanders lonely in the dark.
Battle-weary I remain
Inconsistency remarked,
Though seemingly complete.
The soul bears not
Such vacuous conceit.
God damn you!
How can I bear to see your face?
Your every tear reveals my cowering disgrace.
To my knees, glancing inward:
Imprisoned:
My inner sanctum.
Exaltation in Ascendancy
Weeping alight, Drawn in too tight
Warnings too late are told in our plight
The haints come with parched, red grins
Celebrate this day our irredeemable sins
Nocturnal professions come into nothingness
Lifts our burdens, becomes our hidden weapons
Wailing by the window in the grief of the proud
Dread failings wrapped around us like shrouds
A soothing breeze, a haunting phrase
Leaks out from behind the gate
Secret passions worn like a medal
Truth be told, trust is never to be shown
Worship of Disclosure
Thought shall inaugurate the fall of fear
The fall eliminate the life that was
The life that was can never have been
Lie turns back on lie; behold
Fear shall die with its slaves
Visions shall lie, telling of the fear of death
Laughter shall erase this carnage of thought
Fear ridden spectres flitting by
Still their fetters bind your soul
Stronghold of corrosion let burst
The floodgates of dead gods desires
Move on by in disgust
Slink through the shadows of infinitude
Killing the will, slipping back
Back to that which never was
In distrust lie the possibilities
That were stillborn in haloed fields
We’ll tear the cities down falsehood by falsehood
Manifestation Objective
Soul fire kisses, a hapless passion
Upon the pulse of the altars of madness
Radiant visage glowing words on flesh
Remembrance of my deaths shadow
Take my hand personified
Leads you down
Bound to the end of time
Strewn about like gravel
Blown like glass
Where lunacy comforts
Draw In, Wind Down
Wheels on wet road greet my waking eyes
Halted by the touch of memory
I smell the rain and hear its song
This bed will not let go of me
Nor the thirsty, feverish day get off me
Draw in, wind down
I still feel the touch of the nocturnal breeze
The seeds are flung at the remains; reasons found
Dream Shadow
Solemn grey – the sky evokes my Angel
Walking in the rain, I’m not alone
White lace, wet lace light and clinging
Clinging to the face of the forest
I want to sleep in the rain, in the snow
Warm and safe under the snows ice hands
I fall and am safe
I sleep and fear the face
I fly and am no more
And am no more
Sleep pulls me down into silken sepulchers
Born away on seas of sound I cry out
A breeze soothes my bitter mind on the crimson plane
Wrapped in those I love
I awaken to dawn caresses
And they are no more
Can’t stop Laughing (The Beauty of Drowning)
Souls defied, deep penetration
tearing asunder liquid desire.
Inner strength, all-consuming turmoil
pulls me down, pulls me under the black surface.
For all I love I give you this;
(Christians to the lions).
As we gaze upon the black water;
(you pull me under).
Speak to me of how I love the pain.
I can’t stop laughing,
I can’t stop laughing!
(The beauty of drowning).
We lie side by side, blowing sparks
gazing into the screaming silence.
Under the birthing moo we pray,
pray to be together for all time.
Undergrowth Silent with Want
Ice like claws languid in the damp
Memory fades, life drifts, blood dries
Spreading out among the leaves
The end begins, birth is everywhere
Embrace of roots; here is everywhere
All life is one – we are here
Lost in forever, hearing, feeling
Seeing all
Fated, Cascading; Submerged
No-one ever thinks about how it’ll end
Line after line gone up in smoke with fire as your only friend
All the thought of a lifetime with no conscious evolution
One cannot recall where it began to slide
Lost beneath the debris
You can no longer tell which way is up
We seem to count on forever
One automatic pull on the lever
The vital engine roars not trusted to deliver
The pain it will subside and make the muscle bigger
Dance victorious on our aching bloody feet
One more time, let’s hear the beat and spread our joy like opened veins
Come, let us wait here hiding beneath the snow
Centuries shall pass maddeningly as we watch them grow
Angels watching over us, attainment purified
Death, rebirth, life death, in snowy spirals fly
Force release virtual discordant hold of defense substitute pale vicinity gliding pseudonyms gravestone figures vitriol leitrim
Extend Inward, Breathe Out
(instrumental)
The Gathering World Withdrew Its Fury
Lay me down – I fear no more
The longing is subsiding
I’ve locked the door – I’ve freed my mind
It’s only you and me
It’s time, let’s go
And as the sands of time conspire to erase us
It will be done
Dispersed in flight – we are alone
The vision slowly fades
Close my eyes – choke my cries
Now we’re going home
The new issue of THE MICK should be up tomorrow, but in the meantime VOLUME 2 of the CD compilation series, housing all of 2005’s issues, is now available in my eBay shop. There’s a couple of hundred reviews in the 1164 pages but of course it’s mainly interviews, with:
As with Volume 1 there is an issue just to be foiund on the CD compilation, and this time Issue 24 offers a look back to the work I did for ZIGZAG magazine during 1980-1982, as 99% of you are too young ever to have seen these pieces before. This issue features Action Pact, THE ALARM, Toni Basil, BAUHAUS, BOW WOW WOW, Buck’s Fizz, Carpettes, Charge, Cheryl, Chron Gen, Cold Fish, CRAVATS, THE DAMNED, THE DANCING DID, The Dark, DEAD MAN’S SHADOW, The Destructors, Diamanda Galas, English Subtitles, FINISH THE STORY, Tony Fletcher, Flicknife, Fractured Glass, JOANNA LUMLEY, Martian Dance, MARTIN ATKINS, Medium Medium, THE MEMBRANES and Mystere Five.
the release will be in May. 
I’m throwing together some imagers for the cover of “Manifestation Objective”. I’m not sure of this will be included or not, but it may work for some inferior dreckorator. 
After the End 