XV Doom: Classical Rendition

[Saint]

Poetry HOF 2005

Thought i might put it in here, since every is saying it should be in the voice and verses section.

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(Listen Carefully)

The lifeless violins creep in slowly trembling upon a base clef...
...their opera synonymous to a ballet of bees sent to deface the def...
... unsexed slowly by a fiddlestick consumed in wine and roses...
...serenading in a dwarf's pitch, from the moans the twine composes...
...the crotchets and quavers are restless...
...divine flavours whored by death's finesse...
...daydreamin in beds of silence...
...suddenly conquered by a dead defence...
...Mozart's orgasms thunderous amongst the infinite staff...
...a vacancy for pause, but the bars rise in the definite graph...
((((( A W A K E N ))))
...out of the blooming shadows trumpets tango with their missing wives...
...fueled by romantic breath proned to intense passion as if they were kissing hives...
...the dragons of the wind tamed for only a moment, observing a rest, with snores of time...
...awaken, stringed to fainted halos ; it's voice decieves devils as it soars in signs...
...the scales redefined in it's scales, constantly planting rose petals along the way...
...minims die without caution, giving birth to the soul, which never leads the song astray...
...twine and breath mingles upon the pages, the notes, they use it as an organ...
...life is stained in ink, but it's only a foster home and music is the orphan...
((((( A W A K E N)))))
...Pianos conquer the rainbow's womb by reattaching fall leaves on the ugly trees...
...as if Beethoven borrowed Picasso's fingers and struck the bloody keys...
...swallowing A to G in a parakeet's humm, so loyal to honesty...
...in a tone firmly natural to earth, speaking in soil and modesty...
...a naked sound, abtract, but the clarity annoints the rest..
...like a calm ocean synchronizing with conjoint triplets...
...unity...
...beauty...
...divinity...
...it's beyond what you see...
...Music isnt to be labeled by a pitchforked S and a broken Halo's light...
...forced to close eyes, until purity arrives like snow white...
...but it is the whisper of the soul, in the depths of a mime's dove...
... that becomes the cartographer, in the lost times of one love.



~ X-Vision.