No More Bullshit

No more bullshit, no more mtv, no more rock starts, no more bullshit. Elvis presley died and no-one knows why. . Et cetera.

Doloris Charisma

"To blindly believe Shall be the whole of your law". "Love under the siege of faith". . Bowed before idols of dust:. breathe the air of submission !. .

No Kurgerrands For David

Codex Void

Show me the end of the journey. Teach me how to wipe this soiling blood. off my eyes hands and lips.. . I now seek my revenge. Over a dramatic pathway..

No Flies On Us

Chrome Red Overdose

Broken. in a chrome overdose. Shaking hands in. ever growing ache. . Destroyed. a writing on the wall. lights are trembling. shields are crumbling. . Abandoned.

Aranea Tedii

This Ocean.... my bride. This Night..... my father. This Apathy... my son.

Never Go Back

Never gonna go back to the rat. Play another mafia show again. For a man who's had more feet kicked in his face than I can begin to count. . And if you see me sitting around.

Angel Nail

Thrice his arms were trespassed by nacreous nails. Thrice his voice quenched the fires of consciousness. Thrice his arms were nailed to the nightwall.

A Song For Pain

"Joys impregnate sorrows bring forth". Vertical ways of essence intertwine. the even path of bitterness. . When perception deceives illusion. I sing my gentle song for Pain.

My Path Belated

I could tell a story, but I cannot wake my husband up from sleep. "i could have married others" says the actress in a pornographic film. Oh mother o mother of mine.

Modern Art

A Magic Farewell

Shadows running (Ombre). shadows bleeding (Sangue). shadows breathing (Ombre). . Like in a magic farewell. Waters over waters we breathe. And through these doors we pass.

A Descent To Babylon

The towers of pain In crimson light drowning Imprison us. The wells of pain by purple light blessed Imprison us. . We grab the nails of domination. And our fist becomes the FLAME of Babylon.

The Forever Passion

We have fallen again. Preys of this consuming turmoil. Victims of our own desires. Time loads the remains. Of our pulverized egos. . We are. We are the children.

Mao Reminisces About His Days In Southern China

The Eleventh Shadow

After the torchlight red on our pale faces.. After the frosty silence of agony.. Prison and reverberation (of tears) over distant blood.. What is that sound low in the air (murmur) of maternal lamentation ?.

Splendor's Bearer

Pulsing with Splendor,. with Arthat at my side. and Amytaba at my back. and Akshobhya in my heart. I need no wings to fly high. above the misty skies..

Lulu Land

Pictures of movies stars fade and grow old. The hot dogs and pretzels are always served cold. Take nothing with you when you leave but your soul. In lulu land.

Love The Witch

World turns around again and. I can see her face in my mind and. I can almost hear her laugh. at me, at all the things I've said and. . Done and all the various mistakes.