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Azodnem.com - Inner Sanctum

The Voice
I heard a voice
when I was young.
It was a man's voice
and it called to me.
It came to me
on the snowing winds.

And told me to be born.

It called to me again
when I was a young boy.
It came to me in the mingled laughter of a playground.

And told me to live.

Once more he called to me
when I was a man.
This time, I saw his voice.

It was hidden in the hues
of the canvas colored
world that surrounded me.
And in those colors,
I became engulfed.
I saw the patterns
for all creation.

And in those patterns,
I heard the secret voices
of Love, of Lust and of Hate,
of Desire and Remorse,
of Tomorrow and Tonight,
of Forever and of Nevermore.

And their voices called to me, and sang to me a symphony of their malady, so that all I saw was blasphemy and all I knew was oblivion.

The swirls of their fevered minds embraced me and made hell's fire upon me.

And in my final moment, before my eyes fell closed, I heard the first voice for the last time.

And my soul's dark lover sang
a sinner's rhyme in my ear...

Follow me into darkness.

Follow me into despair.

Follow me into heaven.

And let all the angels
of thee beware.

POETRY & EXPRESSION

Black (written for my Homepages section)
The black demons that torment my soul,
have found no rest on this voyage.
They rise and howl triumphantly
with each fearful heartbeat.
My heart - a heart - that now lies torn asunder
by the demons left behind from an angel's stolen kiss.

The Dream King (written for Mabelyn)
The winds are blowing and the curtains sway,
above the clouds in the Dream King's castle.
He sits on a throne of air - his wispy beard flowing -
He hears no sound, and says not a word.
His cloak is made with the fine threads of regret -
Time has come to his aerie - and hopelessness follows close afoot -
Beside him sits an empty chair - a cold breeze sweeps over its seat -
His angel, his muse, his queen is gone - awakened from HIS dream -
She walks in realm of reality now -
Far from his touch, far from his reach.
She sings in the fields he only dreamt of.
Real birds sing for her. Real wind caresses her. Real rain kisses her lips.
And the Dream King cries...

Thunder
The harsh desert winds have all but erased the tracks of my passing...
The heat has parched my lips and left my heart burnt and dry.
My soul thirsts for the rain it has never known.
The merciless sands force me to my knees.
My eyes close one last time,
prepared to surrender to the lonely dunes beneath me.
Then the hazy image of another... the other...
walking at my desert's edge catches my gaze.
The silhouette of The One caught in the dawn calls to me,
and I am awe-struck by the sounds of distant thunder.

Untitled (originally written for my Geocities homepage)
Am I arrogant enough to call myself an artist?
Yes. I create. I create art. I create words. I create friction.
fiction. desire. despair. I destroy. I destroy dreams. reality.
I destroy myself. I live in the E. The E of computEr, of E-mail, of intErnEt,
of powEr, of dEspair, and in the O of egO.
I am the bell that rings - to awaken you from a passionate dream.
I am your mother's voice. I am your father's choice.
I am a child's hunger, that was never fed.
I am a divine inspiriation. I am satan.
I am arrogance and cruelty. I am the choice of silence.
I am the voice of mutiny and the face of calumny.

Untitled
The sun breaks the night and kisses the morning heralds,
Through the window's eye, a mortal's song is heard,
The summer wings of spring's aerie flutter by,
as raindrops send forlorn lovers to rest.
In the scattered puddles of their dreams,
and their hopes of new tomorrows,
are the tears of yester-year and wingless sorrow.

Walls
A wall of fire burns
a wall of stone barricades
A wall of ice shimmers
A wall of water cleanses
A wall of air blows away
A wall of hate destroys
A wall of fear oppresses
A wall of ignorance represses
A wall of pain surrenders
A wall of strength defends
A wall of hope rebuilds

Your Image
The sun slowly falls behind a star covered night...
The footprints in the sand get washed away by the tide...
Leaving no trace of those who walked there before...
The birds fly upwards to kiss the sky and vanish behind the clouds...
Each day passes by, replaced by a new and brighter one...
Things change... but one thing will always remain...
Your image in my heart.