The Wastes of Time

rolled on in swelters and plied from it's grasp in weatherbound chains beaten by sound whispers fragrant in waste and deeper still waves pray for light in caves weightless mindless assault silent caravans north of forsaken battlefields in lakes frozen with will old birds scream of slit throats languages burned by minds wisdom weary and seething with regret same windows on changing waters wretched standoff of life and death brave once through given words cherishing all but few

almost inquisited amongst indifferent realms ways to solace and quickening forgetting the isolated in total greed function reminding the demons of change to access never retire this fog-ridden firestorm among the branches in challice full of pulverized bone leaving greater plains for collapsed thinking brighten the southern pits surrender this accumulae and watch it all go down monument of disgust and seperation our memories of the split have faded suns of old disguise lay distruct the lesser gods have taken their withered placement back from man

in lessening frequencies the chapel ascends wretching living fluids cherish our second savior hawk reddened spine of colony serpent soul consuming time teeth travel centuries of non(-space) saken remindings to place the chapel where walls can't hurt doubt crumbles the idols years threaten smother create wisdom, torch the waters threading wear in callous beyond

shudder of the birthing void solar winds breed lacerations shrieking silent sound snuffs the furnace of creation time of shivers time is sundered means nothing behold the blistered nothing vise of wolfen teeth in sun a tyranny of empty shadows this will never pass

float amongst breath and decay without white generating a lesser triumph mask of findings to cheat everlasting frozen casket in distant ways assemble the sacrifice and drip the offering through cracks in the earth fields avoided energy chasms sacred left descent dogma with snow-tipped teeth blood-salt melting ice

better left by fates angelic crusades accompany lashings with tears the glory of gods and their jealousy to raise the whip in divine interest answer inservitude water raising hair lavabeds crushed in mercurial bone grey blood of ancient dressing stains the skin of the elder ripe ripping feelers in christening blaspheme to lay emotional waste and numb the fireborn in forgiveness no god forgives honour in conquer requires the deluded wished beyond this anthem to blaze a chapter nested deep patience within bleaker dimensions

Creator mind lending healing To beings that ceaselessly assist The evolution of the spirit Hate courses through the weakest Minds all believe their questioning purpose Forcing the world out Allowing dimensional bleedthrough Thoughts being encased in life alone Thoughts can exist free of life Without Beings belong in denial Evolution depends on denial Voices of spiritual reason All beg for the next step Life thought spirit as one No longer Vain in holy voids Being cast out in brightness Fathered by brightness

Hands and knees grasping earth The shining rust Eggshell eyes brimming madness Drink deep The tumult fades the silence dreams of nothing The tree is as old as age branches grow, arcane fractals Whispering to you of gentle vacuum and release Rest your weary brow in laughing sighing boughs Soothe your fevers in the pulsing bark and rot And dream of nothing Drown your sorrows in murmurings That fissure from gnarled growths and red earth "The taker-away of pain... ... and the giver-back of beauty!" Cast your eyes into your eyes As veins and roots become one As worlds spill from inchoate thoughts As you fade

Enriched in wind with temperature guidance Sands surrounded in dry cold With lichened stone and unwanted growth Nearer to water than before Time enforces the differences Forgotten pathways back Evolving land power The time leading has gone on Out of sheer weight pressure With physical properties Unexplainable in human tongue All reprimanding By the forces of power will be The only possible Outcome of probable thought The meaning of everything meant gets obscured By willingness to focus on survival.

The soul tries out a thousand cures, in vain; Since I was taken from my early road, Vainly it worries how it can return The sea and the mountains, and the fire and the sword, All these together, I live in their midst. The mountain, he'll not leave me, who has seized My intellect, and taken away my reason.

The silence already funereal spreads a pall His lips not drinking there or baiting breath Its muzzle all aflame with savage howls Idol of Anubis Aflame... In the fluttering veil that girds her absence round We breathe in always, thought it brings us to death His century appalled at never having heard That in this voice triumphant death had sung its hymn As to himself at last eterrnity changes him the poet reawakens They, like a writhing Hydra bestow a purer sense Calm block fallen here from obscure disaster Mark the boundaries evermore To the dark flighs of blasphemy hurled to the future

As if the light never shone And humans never thought All that are left shall be subject to suffer All left shall suffer The escapers made their pact and left And light shines on all living things above ground All death has eaten itself So it turns to life So the fabric of our atoms can stay secure And time's senses continue to sense So death comes and failures add up And we can only let time brush over us Let the memories pile up until the final plane And the memory pile explodes into the Universe The way of the eternal Is only through will To force the conscious mind Into the void of Death

Wake, nurse your aching brow, the cloud behind your eyes For now soothed by gentle thoughts of oblivion And sexual release Inside every man is a beast, a perfect animal of Self-advancement Unthethered by conscience Beyond the realm of will, while the living self Fragments into quanta Is this the next step? Minds disolved in the Aether, a split species "Diotima, your sun, the more beautiful age, has gone down and now the storms quarrel in frost-covered night" Grant us the power of detachment, that our Fragmented selves will know purpose Ethereal love, spiritsense, of which the physical can only intimate Freedom from this flesh, that I may observe the balance of nature "You, the favourite of the heavenly muse You, who once reconciled the elements Come and comfort me against the chaos of our time Order the raging battle with the peaceful music of Heaven" "Till what's cleft in two become one in the mortal heart Till ancient human nature, so calm, so great, serenely and powerfully rise From out of our seething times" "Heal her life O Gods, a life that you yourselves raised" So she may merge our splintering selves, the physical and the ideal "for not everything is in the power of the Gods, and Mortals would sooner turn into the abyss Each day I shall give my cinders to your flame, And rise up another man"

Once gaily painted And awash in joyful Rites and the blood Giving warmth to the slumbering crowds The wise man who is not wise Sits and broods And dreams of the hills of youth The glowing gold of wind-dancing wheat And the embracing shade of verdant oaks And he knows that the memory Is a falsehood Born of the batterings of the present Merely a chimera of what should have been A balm for the litany of regrets Left unerringly in his wake Like in any other And the anchorite dreams He dreams a shaman carving blood unto Darkened cavern ribs Whilse shadows dance To the ecstatic rythms Of the Pacan. He dreams of pages of gossamer and spider web Whose words will not survive their altercation back to dust And of words that moulder in Mustered ranks In endless volumes in endless mausoleums Whose foundations are the tide of the ocean He dreams of deep rivers of tears Of men as foolish as he Who would spread their days In the hopes of something more As anchorites numberless and alone Stare deep into the father sun Whose death is but a promise They cleanse their eyes Wash time from their sight With all else And so become immortal

The eye seeks a desert The anchorite sits, pensive Thought encumbered Pillars of cracked rock and The catarrhs of coarse winds The bleached bone offerings Of before And the deeply rumbled promises Of gyre and firmament The eye drowns and Time is nothing No more than the lines etched In the sand of ancient sea beds Where lie old dreams of caverned Maws and light in gulfing void No more than the enervating Waters which hold the murmured Whisper of desolation Of a great eye that has never blinked No more than cities In the dust of time Thresholds carved in cliffs And somber faces etched in stone

Rot encompassing stone To peel back this reckoning Masses of brain masters pitted As life returns this passing waste Proud to be living in the echo The mist of all things combined Unfocused apparition stream Cresting in total divinity Not one with them Separately crushing Glory amounted less in secret Blood trees stand on In slow stone centuries Petrifying the cast-offs of time Seeking the balance Acknowledge the dust and light Acknowledge divinity's mortality

IIIIIII (music initiation: CM, words: LW) The serpent Coils upon coils A thousand thousand fathoms Coils upon coils Scales shroud the earth And the facets of cabochon eyes Become as the sun The firmament becomes a Writhing tapestry It welcomes the procession Of the penitent They seek favor, compelled By orgiastic terror In echopraxic convulsions Hollow prostrations To outdistance doom To stave off an ending Coils curl on coils Writhing as if Towering roots Surging from the earth From the skies And all your anthrosophy is as dust Neither memory nor ghost remains So bow your head And raise your eyes no more Bow your head and raise your eyes no more

IIIIIIII (music initiation and words: MB) Carried over and off Left back timing in miles Sheer immanence Shelved behind other things Beholding impermanence and felt the founding Was following in the fire Flickering ancience and forward movement Time begs not your condolence Respect in passage Spend time in time Let the anger simmer Into the hair of the oath Forestall all judgement as heresy The corner awaits As this plane fades and morphs The interloper must exit Time folds, caught in the… Dignity take grace and kneel Shadow not this blessed indifference Fear shall maintain everlastly

IIIIIIIII (music initiation and words: MB) Forgotten forth Heavying fog of seniority Breeding our own passage Anchor the ideals to life Lead load bearing strips of faith Strings of science Strings of mysticism Distant start, victimize thyself The hate ability is relief Acknowledge and set the cage alight For it is a gift Love of all is pain

IIIIIIIIII (music initiation: CM, words: LW) Have your steps brought you home, brother? Have you seen again The silent tomb of our father The divine shade of our mother Have you heard her whispered pad Under the rotting beams Of once elegant archways Gardens reclaimed by earth And stone subsumed by vine The fields of men who lie In stupor, taking succor From ashes Unaware they have wasted To mere impressions Crumbling mosaics and the Silent banners Of long-faded triumphs Lacrimae mundi The world has grown old And its tears no longer deluge In youthful torrents But crawl in procession Stately and resigned As the glory is gone It fled while we watched With crossed arms Proud and haughty, stares upon our features And you and I, brother, will never be gods.

IIIIIIIIIII (music initiation: NM)

IIIIIIIIIIII (music initiation and words: MB) Time breeds challenge Change what little remains Breed outside of time Brood of temporal outcasts