Thursday, 4 January 2018

the headless write



By first light, by last lamp, by the order of Magi who keep heaven close to the earth in ways unseen.  Guide my hand.  Among and never above my kith.  A king who doesn't live among his people is no king at all.  A servant who knows nothing of humility doesn't truly serve.  Meaning without mystery is no magic worth mentioning.  The sword belongs not to the regent, but to the righteous.  Only on their behalf is it drawn in battle, or held aloft.  Remind me, first light.  Redeem me, last lamp.  Only by Grace am I allowed to move among you.  I don't forget my friends, nor my enemies.  I have hordes of hideous wraiths that want so desperately to slay me, things that move like shadows and shattered glass, and others still that stand with me.  Yet I stand alone here, at every corner of this place.  I’m afraid.  But I'm not afraid of them.  I’m afraid of me.  I’m afraid of the sorrow in my breast upon which I hone my craft.  I fear my own tongue – a kiss like a blade for those who stalk and violate my kind.  But the human has its halo. The people have their patrons.  We move upon your hills,  below and above.  We search among your cities, above and below.  To be kind, to be strong, to be fearless.  Speaking truth to undeserved power.  All liars by the throat, all demons eye to eye.  To live, to make love to life, as spirit like fire moves upon the face of the waters.



 
Some figures talk shit
Some triggers go to work
Human skin, man
That's a cold shirt
I wear it well though
All things considered, fool
I have a mind to redefine
What you consider cool

It's a long story
It's an old grind
I've been waiting in the basement
The whole time
I call you centurion
But I'm Roman a Clef
If you could rewind time
Then what the fuck is left?

You're sucking breath
But it's only rented, son
Life is solitaire
With the demented one
But you can't grasp
You should grasp quicker
You're a sick fuck
But I'm way sicker

I'm not a lyricist
I'm the x files
I breathe underwater
Galleons
Projectiles

I'm a nice guy
But I'm a bad boy
The difference between a siren
And a carp koi
This ain't about swag
This ain't about ego
A dagger through the third eye
Of your last hero

You think you're self-made
But you're way wrong
I engineered the very thing
You were made from


2 comments:

  1. "I am the Headless Daimon with sight in my feet; I am the mighty one who possesses the immortal fire; I am the truth who hates the fact that unjust deeds are done in the world..."

    My feet see sighs and songs retreating into the shadows. My fire flows forth into the mazes and labyrinths of the city. And many unjust deeds are done in the world.

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  2. Thank you for you intelligence and engagement, Eriol. Much appreciated, truly.

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