Wonderful View XXXVI

Cough It Out Loud

A cold night, a handful of warm whiskey

A taste of blood on the cough, like little bitter cakes of love 

A well sharpen knife, a handful of warm blood

Let me love you proper and wild

Love you cough you out and loud  

Eternity

And we saw eternity, in the gushing of the sacrificial blood.

Abra-had Dabra. 

For every drop of life is a shade of The eternal strife

Kazum- dabra…Mordru hadra

Let It Roll

When it is time to roll, it is time to roll, and nothing more to say. 

Who cares if anyone gets dirty or soiled in the black earth, and the blood red mud?

Firelust

Every beginning has an end and every inhaled breath an exhaled one.

So shall all of this carnal presence come to an end too, in a freezing cold night or a warm fiery evening, who cares what way annihilation comes forth as?

Nemo Ante Mortem Beatus

Come on baby, lick my fire…

Research

Practice makes perfect. And so does well executed, insightful research.

Less pain and more gain, as some say. 

A good research reduces the need for tidying up loose ends. 

Ripe City: Reprise

It turns out that the city was not ripe for change and cleansing, after all. One thought one would know these things from experience. Apparently one does not.

The smell of blood in the rain is but a vague notion in the brain. No grand entrance to the city’s purge, just a capricious maze of ever changing banalities.