To Rest Eternally
Mortal and condemned...
Black veiled shapes of mourning
Spirits cloaked by glooming reverence
Sonorous tolls the funeral bell
Heads bowed follow in procession
Eyes bedimmed with tears
Lament for the loss endured
Stillness...
As the birds have ceased their song
And heavy rain begins to pour
A futile prayer floats like mist
To rest eternally
The rope gives way
Slow, but steady
Into the cold unknown
To receive as had been given...
Under sorrow’s unrelenting spell thou shalt wander,
till thou return to the earth out of which thou wast taken:
for dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return.
All paths converge
In final knowing:
Into quiet eternity
All shall venture...
Dead drops the wilted wreath
To earth’s sodden swansong
And the eerie dirge
Of the shovels‘ scrape
Mortal and condemned
left behind...
As the dreaded day unfolds
When mourners drift
Like scattered ash
And silver tears dry
By callous winds
When once more,
The weight is lifted
Unbearable,
but fleeting...
When mourners drift
Like scattered ash
And silver tears dry
By callous winds
When once more,
The weight is lifted
We are forlorn,
Left to rest eternally...
As meager mortals
We pass from mirthless grounds
Into waters of forgetfulness
Days march on
And seasons shift
In total indifference...
Existence Nullified
Where bitter tears of bereavement once fell
In utter silence, swallowed by foulest earth
They rot away...
Lure of the dead...
Six feet under rotten soil
Unburdened from the weight of life
Centuries undone, existence nullified
Remembrance long withered, flesh turned into soil
A strange allurement has taken hold of me
I rot... away...
Like father, like son
Descendance has begun
For grave men sire graves
And cowards father cowards
Lured by the dead
Life's Lost Vanity
Step unto the mourner‘s path
Begin the quest for truth
So many yet have asked
All hallowed vows disintegrate
Promises end up shattered
Search yourself
As vanity of life is lifted
Lay bare the idols
And reveal the mourners path
Not by way of thought
Will is tamed
Not by way of reason
Death is claimed
Not in gold nor in glory,
Not in flesh nor in name
Does the soul find its solace
Or quench its restless flame
Lay bare the idols
And life’s false dichotomy
Truth is adorned with failure
Echoed forth ad nauseam
Life’s lost vanity...
All hallowed vows disintegrate
And promises end up shattered
Spewed forth ad nauseam
Life’s lost vanity...
Anhedonia
Withered through atrophy
And broken by loss
Every futile attempt
Yields to nothingness
Sucked into a swamp
Of empty novelty
Trapped inside this
restless, anhedonic hull
This apex of existence
A dress of rotting skin
Immured by ageless unrest
Set adrift in endless dark
This apex of existence...
In my own putrid creation
I bathe in the silence of cowards
Epistemology Of The Passed
We are idle hands to knot and weave
The severed web of continuity
We live with nurtured seeds of doubt
But true knowledge blossoms for the dead
Gnosis, it eludes our grasp
Lost in the aeons, forced into retreat
Wretchedness prevails
All enigma is untold
Epistemology of the passed
Old conundrums to unfold
We dwell in secrets, doomed to last
All enigma is untold
Epistemology of the passed
Old conundrums to unfold
Tragedy and loss amassed
Gnosis, it eludes our grasp
Lost in the aeons, forced into retreat
Wretchedness prevails
In this day and age of blindness
What light shall guide our way
What lance will pierce this veil
What truthful words remain?
With gnosis laid to rest
Flown into somber night,
In realms of death,
Truth resides.