Unholy Chalice 


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

Songs From The Dark Side Of Xanadu

  
Across the sacred river before the sea
A forest, dense and dark, sparsely lit, by sun or moon
Fragments filter through, cuts, like laser beams 
Touch upon the ground where creatures scurry and avoid
Hide they try from demon eyes that snatch on prey
Where all that move within the light, become a victim of the night
Snails and slugs beneath the moss find peace
Rodents of every kind twitch and stitch inside hollowed trees
Snakes slither up to coil branches, as they lay, become one
Four legged beasts tremble, buried deep below the ground
Darkness hovers in a rolling fog, black as the devils heart
Devouring every ounce of life, that roams about
In a world where dark rules over light
A speckled glow, orangey-red with a tail of glitter trails
It floats among the sleeping flowers spreading magic dust
To kiss its sorrowed petals awake
Colours of reds, yellows and greens scream as violets of blue begin to bloom
The leaves in trees rustle with a glee as the sun shines thru
Canopies open to heavens gate, as sparkles ignite running with streams and rivers might
Faeries come by the plenty singing songs from the dark side of Xanadu
Paving the way for two unicorns with wings that shines truth
White as freshly fallen snow, soft as cotton spun by cherubs humming along
Their horns straight and true, point they do, to a life of peace and harmony
A millennium ends for this sullen brittle land, in a moment of glory
To life it grows with the breath of salvations heart
Sparrows flying, eagles soaring, blackbirds harking heavy metal blues
Deer in the meadow, wolves howling on the hill
Butterflies and Dragonflies dance on the waves of the wind
Ogni cosa, a phrase used, to say in life…
That everything, has an underlying reason

A➰

Hi, am back 😈
recent events had me run and hide a bit. I tried to visit as often as I could to read and catch up. my apologies if Ive missed your art. one sad event that took place was the sudden passing of a good friends partner. Ive never met Joseph other than share a time or two here on wp. funny thing is, he lives in the same province as me. always said, a visit was due. too bad it comes with a sorrows tune.
I will be attending this Saturdays memorial and I know I can stand for so many of you. I will carry your hearts with mine to pay respect to Joseph and his Love.

Joseph, in Italian a simple phrase can mean so much. Ogni Cosa ~ everything has an underlying reason. I hope you find that reason and it makes you happy.

You can visit Josephs blog Here ~ Seeing The Whisper
say hello, to a gorgeous soul.

The Ephemeral Veil

Brother!  a word I’ve recently used.  More in the last 12 months than in my entire life.   Brother or Sister, sharing a special moment that can only be described as sublime.  Writing with Matthew and Nathalie was just that and is, a cherished memory for me.

Thank you Nathalie and Matthew, for the previous, the now and the next…

Please link below to visit Matthews blog to be amazed and thrilled.   

God her subconscious has called I hearken to her plight her denial means nothing my son of false light Lucifer a desire, a wish is all they crave to taste what is forbidden by your grace I offer a …

Source: The Ephemeral Veil

The Ephemeral Veil

Thank you Nathalie for joining Matthew and I.  For a moment, you’ve filled our hearts, with that moment, it will, last forever.

Please link below directly to Nathalie’s blog.   Venture on to more of her artistry and soak yourselves in her passionate flow.

 

God her subconscious has called I hearken to her plight her denial means nothing my son of false light Satan a desire, a wish is all they crave to taste what is forbidden by your grace I offer a pl…

Source: The Ephemeral Veil

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

dreams of a blue sky 

  
though the sky lay grey over mountain tops and beyond
as far as one may see, these mystic eyes are filled sublime

the clouds may feign a dive with the rain
into the oceans hold, carved through time

the air inhaled chilled to a crisp
the pain so clean, it clears the mind

the wind travels over ancient rock
towering, reaching, for heavens dock

where to rest, surely come angels
majestic wings that fan the sky all around

lifting the storm away, the sun’s shine bleeds light
as clouds once grey, now turn to white

giant cotton puffs form against a sky blue canvass
that swells into space, the angels take flight

just like that the universe smiles
how fucking beautiful, this world truly is

whether skys are grey in view
or where dreams of a blue sky comes true

Ax

The Arms of Jesus Surrounds His Flock

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Hide behind a darkness that consumes,
the light obscured,
held captive among the fumes.

Still there after all,
the fire that lives within controlled by demons,
while chained against a wall.

Shackled and collared unable to breathe,
with each inhale the fire burns inside,
a thousand degrees the lungs seethe.

Voices echo with a truth that only death can spell,
it recites the horrid rituals,
performed in hell.

With every ounce of flesh burned,
decaying beasts torment,
as horns and tails are earned.

Dare we fight the struggle of our divine, that it may set our hearts free.

Dare we spread our wings that we may soar above the mystic sea.

Dare we take the embraceable leap that will unchain a sweet melody.

Removing the cold hard steel,
that leaves us choking,
air fills, that it may begin to heal.

The embers inside continues to live,
still there after all,
for the pain endured will never forgive.

With our saviors breeze,
carries the hope of being set free,
satans flame to freeze.

It shows the way with light of heaven above,
it cools the pain,
in its own burning flame of love.

Embracing the soul to weak to walk,
even in a life of doubt,
the arms of Jesus surrounds his flock.

Ax