ColdContact!!

I script a tale
From the crypt
turn in the grave
remove the myth

every touch made
to the holy abode
communicated
my soul returns

recreated charms
the contact i made
should i sacrifice
or must i wait

will heaven accept
all that is thrown
i follow the light
the light so stoned

withing my works
collateral habits
the contact made
to the holy spirits

every touch,thats made
witness,the rise
the contact,i had it
my sacrifice

actuality,concept
what the world just needs
the contact i made
gotta rest in peace

Syntax!!

An enigma that puzzles
as i read the epitaph
the zephyr returns
calls out to my messiah

the theorem of truth
the legend we proclaim
a strategem so jaded
it glistens me insane

a protagonist who raves
ravished and prosaic
nubility that attracts
the follower reacts

dream stellars
arrive again
the insignia of orb
traverse to ordain

an icon cast
frozen,it exists
my faith tarnished
a minion pertained

left broken to die
the pentagram pretends
diffracted instances
a tranquilated end!!

Jalap

Hated,She Leaves
The Cicatrix Behind
Chorus She Captures
Climax The Benign

She Lays Abed
Abduced In Her Abbey
Fragments Her Ism
And Abasses The Pain

Her Occult Is Unknown
A Mien So Inane
Strives To Stay Static
Its Hard To Explain

Her Eolithic Thoughts
And Vivid Dreams
Intrigued And Intricated
Her Intrepid Means

She Extracts A SYmbol
To Her Brethen She Calls
To The Prostrate, A Sacrifice
She'd Ultimately Fall

She Victuallates The Sedavtives
An Infidel Of God
A Modest Taste Of Opium
Hangin' Like A Broken Cross

Jalap

Hydroxydecanoate DehydrogenaseR

Hydroxydecanoate DehydrogenaseR

ecumbent rectums
prima persona
a tirade of titles,
flora and fauna.

Rapier to a ravine,
pencil for a sign;
Omega to the alphabet,
notive to the crime.

Points make the locus,
locii forms the design.
Circle needs it radius,
forward to rewind.

Revile to make good,
enacted via mime.
Quoth within whisper,
nobody had the time.

Skive to the ream,
a realm so olden'
Icon, idyll ibid innit.
Often pertain to an Ogive.

Siesta on the winter,
subdued generic incline;
phobia off the physic,
prosaic's on the decline.

Movement to the pavane,
pause needs explain
delta to microns,
then why wasn't winter, followed by rain?

Requeim to a dream,
climax ain't finish.
So why shouldn't i die,
when i won't be missed?

!!Opaque!!

Embrasure to ethons,
cultured pronouns;
Prelude to shows,
Overture around, around!!

When wasnt me so sure,
why was not it rain,
what could i make,
as 2 voices are never the same.

Tell me the summer,
the weather is it?
refrigerate my hope,
collar to throat.

The dying's dyne
French for frission,
Iv used all the words,
Translating imagination.

We had to go,walk away the past,
else it wouldnt go, to stay and last,
innit enough, suddenly inane,
2 voices are never the same.

Show me the room,
ill take a minute to look,
Graft, foment the hate,
pallate of love, inbred today.

Told to tell, on happen
Rubato requires an anti omen,
would not belive the dirt to omit,
a rhubarb rancour so sementic a fate.

We leave alone hand in hand,
A testament to what had to happen,
Nothing to go with what never came,
as 2 voices can never be the same.