The Storm Bells Chime

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Misery reposes in woven light As I rest In blue eyed Europa's starless chest Birds flock around the old plum tree In the garden behind my childhood home The shellfish rose from the pond Tearing holes in the sky And swam away Into the naked twilight And I was intoxicated in Dutch liquor Losing my mind in clouds and soil Starring through black holes As Amsterdam crept out of my mouth The immaculate glow of 2004 Her and Her In both their different miseries Now rejoiced in death And I saw you take off Amidst one hundred white birds Caressing the horizon Nursing the twilight Kissing the abyss Ascending to the embrace of clouds

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Then die with me, Sun dweller! Oil Mountain! Queen Meat! . . . Sleeping in blood rivers reaching for the traitors flesh colored and rigid eyes like owls and ladybird wings Feasting on space and swollen time Falling through two dimensional spheres - blackened realms and light- floods Once again receiving winter from every orifice of the abyss Cold, bitter and bleak I smell your thunder and the scent of rain My house is too weakened for flies and books Where is the Spring I learned to fear with all my heart? And where are you in all this mess?

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

My German Shepherd and I stood in the courtyard and saw the sky tumbling down towards us engulfing my childhood in a strange loss of time and sense And her calm eyes told me not to care anymore But the fields are barren the forest is dead the lake is drained the stars are gone The sky is empty The sky is empty The sky is empty The sky is empty Still I hear the sound of thunder pearls running on silk beneath the clouds I waited in the winter of 1905 A ghost, a thief and a mule a shaow of all the things I'd never be and my mother carried me in her arms far into the warmth of solitude where cartoon satans laugh at the light with great sarcasm and 30 years of distrust for the modern individual There are flies in my house and they are eating my shadow There are flies in my house and they are eating my shadow And am I to die daily must it be without her? And her calm eyes told me not to care anymore.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

All the ugly demons I see in the dark covering in rose- leaves and rust singing along to the falling stars There is music everywhere even at the foot of this hill where all of my fears gather their fruit and dance in moonlight Defiled by shame I walk knowing nothing Riddled by life I walk knowing nothing Nursed by remorse I walk knowing nothing Disgusted with lust I walk knowing nothing In a glimpse of bliss I walk knowing nothing In the hour of my undoing I walk knowing nothing Looking for her I walk knowing nothing finding nothing embracing nothing again Truth is the plant that poisons the well we shall all meet our ends knowing nothing

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

I am the walls tarnished by clouds all the weeping shadows drowse in my palm and all the massacres I saw in your eyes and all the deformed children and broken homes Too tired these days to dream kept awake by black lungs singing The sky is empty the sky is empty the sky is empty the sky is empty Never mind . . . The rain falls all over the world The storm bells chime beneath a conference of clouds beneath a wide empty And sick dogs wear the stars.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025