Dark Ballads

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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Forever Breathless

A Black Widow came to me in a dream and she said: As in ancient times, crown thy head with thorns and celebrate this celestial body of mine. Drink my blood-red wine & enjoy the joy of my flesh & fresh flowers blooming in my country flooding of milk & honey. Run with me through the woods as a foal in... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Hoc Est Corpus Meum

This can not be love, this life is not alive and death is not dead. It is too cruel. I am feeding myself with your blood as if it were wine. And you are the black widow who breaks my body as a loaf of bread. And eats. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Sun God & Moon Goddess / Celestial Bodies

This is not love. This is more something like fate, the fake mating of a Solar Deity with a Moon Goddess. They can not live together. They have to rise from the body that is a grave in this life that is a punishment. Lord Halloween sings every morning and Salomé dances again and again in the sunset.... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

We, the Old Gods / Poor Sleepers

We are the Old Gods, we love blood, but we can't get no satisfaction: Slaughter 7 virgins tonight and we demand 8. Because if you believe in us, we live. Some of you think we are dead (mortal men are drinking wine now instead of blood) - but we sleep and even not that deep. Call us by our real name,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Orpheus' Song

You were my wife. I loved you as I loved my life & I’ve sung so you would live again. (‘She is down under!’ a voice said to me. ‘Don’t look back!’ But I did.) And so, for years I sang my song for the animals in the woods & they all turned cold. On a blue Moonday, some women asked me why & when I... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

The Story of Osiris, his brother and his wife Isis

There was a time when I was King of the Far East in a country of milk & honey. But that Sunday my brother – as my guest – made me a coffin – as a gift – and took me to the water in a ship of death, in a boat without sail. Many years later, Isis found me in the sand and so my brother cut me to pieces... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Your Beauty’s Beast

In the beginning I was no more than a Word spoken by a God born out of the Earth begotten by Lightning. I was raised in the Thigh of a Giant King until the sun saw me and threw me up on a wall as a shadow of an animal for example a Bull. I always was Your Beauty’s Beast, Y ours Truly Dionysos. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Ice Age

There once was a Winter who did not want to go, so Spring could not come. Wise men said: ‘This land can’t get warm if we don’t do what has to be done! Only what dies can revive!’ And the ice colored red with the blood of seven beautiful virgins. Number eight became my bride. I loved her for months... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 21, 2008

The Prisoner of the Devil's Castle

And so your father locked you up in a Red Tower by the River of Love, where no man had gone before. He called you his little Salomé. ‘You may not go and play and dance on the water,’ he said. ‘You can see there beyond the horizon how a man has made the world. You can hear him sing his song!’ - And... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Snow White in the Black Forest

You are as strange as a woman emerged from a grave and gone looking for other corpses. You are as beautiful as the moon, as a virgin chaste and cold and never will you love a mortal man. You are Snow White and the bleakest flower in my Black Forest and not melting, never melting away in my hands. Sign in to see full entry.

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