Mind Game


The smell of decay, is ripe in the air
Filling the senses with deaths lonely stare
Stretched flesh that is plied onto a bony frame
A meatless corpse hangs until the moon calls his name
The evening stars conjure dreams that come alive
Bursts of light calls, the inner demon to arise
Stench of breath, vile and impure
Mind game begins, to his will allure
Created by a sinister mind, trapped in a dream
The flow of this nightly nightmare, is a dream
Heart thumping scares that get caught in the throat
That aimless lost feeling of stuck in a sinking boat
Dark and evil are puppets on a string
Pulled and led by the mind, who is King
The ruler of every breath and each pounding beat
Controlling fear, craves its sweetest treat

Ax

Unholy ChaliceΒ 


There was no word to describe the first breath taken
For it was pure, without sin, the air filling in
The taste of paradise was all they knew
No right or wrong, just living free
Temptation lured a heart of want
How could it be, to be tempted like that
To want more than what paradise has given
A single bite that tears the fabric of life
The swallow of knowledge to inherit the earth
And all that it has to create a path of destruction


Disobedience, the first of many
Skulls started stacking up, murder with malice
A new church sprung from the darkest depths
It had no name, until fire lit it up and everyone yelled, Hell!
The flames burned away the character lines on faces
Those that made unique in creed, colour and races
Here, where bone becomes stone faceless
The sky never seen, stars and moon forgotten
Cradled and huddled, spun in circles
A pedestal holds the Unholy Chalice


A monument of time, a collectors collection
Designing a temple that would hold the spirit
Of the damned and lost who gave up on life
Filling the cup, with blood, drawn by a knife
Slashing, piercing, controlling the pain
Fuelled by the dark from inside the mind
Depression is found hiding
Past, present and future, hurting
There is no heaven, no hell
The end comes with the final bell

Poem by Ax

Images by Aderhine DeviantArt

The Sun, The Love, The Dark, The Life

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winters burn, leave this place
suns turn, to touch my face
caressed with a grace, creating anew
the life in flesh, it breathes into
fragile as it is, kiss my cheeks rosy red
I beg
sunlight of life, feed the way to blossoms bloom

valleys cut with streams and rivers
through meadows too, where nature floats
the mountain snows melt, cascading from above
it’s journey below, to quench the earth

the sun does shine but never bright enough
as you, the love that holds my life
darkness in the midst of night
when I see you, my eyes lay wide
open to take in
beauty and desire
that is my sin

the sun, my sun that warms
the love, my love in me swarms
the dark, my darkness is done
the life, my life is mine

Ax

The celebration of life for Josephs partner P was a beautiful gathering of family and friends. i got to visit with Joseph for a short time. i sat in his chair and breathed in his air, haha. a moment I will remember.
joseph held up ok. you can see the pain but I felt the love they had.

Im sitting at the ferrydocks in Nanaimo waiting to go home. wrote this with my dumbass phone. please forgive any errors. spelling. grammar. oh wait. its usually like that. never mind. its all good crap lol

love to all
Antony
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Ashes to Ashes

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YOU ARE WORTHLESS.

i am worthy

YOU DONT DESERVE TO BREATHE.

the lord is my Shepard

HELL IS YOUR ONLY PLACE.

i will be free, watch and see…

Lord,
I kneel in Your light, I do not see
I yearn for Your love, I do not feel
I pray this once, this night to set me free
I ask for Your forgiveness, divine is what they say
I do not need an answer, for believing is the only way
I give my life, in the name of the Father
His to keep
ashes to ashes

Ax

Deaths Wake

As so many have before me
I choose this deck of cards once more
and again am dealt a dead mans hand…that buries my soul forever more

As darkness fell, to life came the eerie site of foggy graves
Lined by a forgotten chapel, a soulless decay of loosened stone and shattered glass
Once stained by angels glory, now they lay as shards between weeds that hug chiseled rock

Headstones marked UNKNOWN and lost to deaths hold
As darkness fell, to life came the ghosts of yesteryear
They roam the fields wailing songs beneath a full moons stare
Tormented spirits wait for more living flesh to happen by
They stand like gargoyles erect with pride, showing off exaggerated smiles
Taunting the images of history past with one of a paranormal blast
Death staggers, gruesome and vile with outstretched arms, zombie charms
Limping stumps of toe-less feet dragging dirt and mud to a scraping beat
Parts of bodies dangle from threads of tattered clothing
Soaked in dry with blood that once thrived
Death lives among the living, as more life dies in deaths wake
Ax

The above poem (slightly edited) was written Feb 24 2015 when I briefly played with a group of awesome people.  We shared a joint called Kindred Words of Ours.   Please go and visit the other authors, all beautiful souls.  Worth the look (link below) to find something or someone new to read.    Sending all smiles πŸ™β€οΈ

Kindred Words of Ours