Lesser Angels IIThey never fall completelyThey learned this trickFrom those more weak,From lesser angels who fell too low to tell, too low to see,too far, too deep, they tripped and felland broke discretely ... the sound would never reach our plane...So, now, they jump themselvesbut spread their wingsbefore they fall completely;They still remain divine.Lesser angels stillbut not as less as those before them.And with disdain, they shout Infinity at us,our archetypes who call us aurochs,But let them shout in their descentin their intent to dominate.We may be cattle, but we are manyand steady as they are,they still might
ConvulsiveLet me be the day when day breaks into reality.And let me be motion,stirring your stream.Let me be dream and let me be futureLet me take sunlightwhere there is none to shine.And let me draw galaxiesinto your skin,and let me be all that I dream.Nerves and pictures.let me be abstraction,depend on me.And when daylightrefuses to take meLet me thrive on insanity;I bury my sanctitywith the words on your chains.Black doves be my ravens,flying into my pins,my nerves all a jitter,collapsing into the stream.And when you draw circles into my hand,That's when I dreamof carving galaxiesinto your skin.
neuitareeu vreau ca suflete de granit, învăluite-n gheațăsă se topească-n Soare.căci Focul meu nu consumă amintiri și viață,ci pieire și uitare.iar dulcele delir, ce veacul mi-l consumă,ca hidra să se-mpartă.În picături de ploaie, lacrimi de la lună,lichid ce mă dezmiardă.prin foc, prin ploaie, ei Pheonix să mă chemeși să mă țină minte.cenușa îmi e mamă, puterea-mi stă în pene,nemuritorii-mi sunt ginte.
EntropyThey pound and pound, the pendulum a curse the battlefield a red carpet for entropy's sweet hearse and still they march, another scene, another act the imps have vowed to keep and hold a devilish pactAnd I can lead my armies into war againso they may face the ruin of my thoughtless reignand shout for a victory, which never got ripe;the ashes and ghosts must soon become trite.
Sta.sh
