Days like Cigarettes

-

droppping like flies

from your dead hair

all of the minutes

are just not there



burning hours one day at a time

burning the years learning to fly

while seasons pass by

oblivious

years rott away

inside of us

..a piece of a song I recorded earlier.

Oops - sorry just realised I posted this in the wrong place before.  Here it is again under Lyrics / Poems....

PROWLER
PinkyAndrexa, aka
Sara L. Russell 15/08/2007

I stand in the space
 between darkness and light,
between thinking and doing
 emboldened by hate;
I lurk in the place
 where the soul perceives fright,
a dread demon, persuing
 down hallways of fate.

I see you alone
 with your frozen-wide stare
caught in the thin glow
 of one candle flame;
mere flesh and bone
 and with fright-bristled hair...
I wait at your window,
 I whisper your name.

The Book of Dead Names
Sonnet Trilogy by Sara L. Russell
(aka Pinky Andrexa) 29/4/07

Introduction

 Burning pages
 Blood-red sky
 Rage of angels
 Days gone by
 The Chosen one, with eyes of searing flames
 Is opening the book of Living Names....

I


The turning pages tell of lives gone by,
Furled by the one whose eyes are blinding flames;
Hot ashes flutter to the blood-red sky,
Like burning souls of undeserving names.

Where justice fails in life, death compensates:
Rare Mercy brings the angel who redeems,
While cruelty brings down avenging fates,
Even if conscience sleeps throughout our dreams.

The one with eyes of flame sees everything,
His Book of Living Names is always fair;
Yet every page frail as a fledgeling's wing -
Tread carefully if your name is not there.

There are but two volumes: one leads to light,
The other leads to Hell, without respite.

II

He sat in shadows, working through the night;
A scribe writing in words of bloody red,
While brass lanterns imparted sickly light,
As nightmare voices raged inside his head.

And all the names of those forever doomed,
Of future deaths and those of ancient past,
Were on the page, committed and entombed
In holy blood, scarlet and colour-fast.

All those whom God shall cast into the flames,
Unworthy of Heaven's forgiving grace
Are ever here, in this Book of Dead Names -
Named, numbered souls, each one bereft of face.

Thus, all enjoying notoriety
Shall be vanquished in anonymity.

III

Place copper coins over these weary eyes,
Gather my gold around me in the tomb,
Pray overlook transgression, all my lies,
Cradle me unto death, as from the womb.

Bury my silver at my lifeless feet,
Burn sandalwood, utter my name in prayer,
Drench me with nard and hyssop, bittersweet,
Remember me with lilies in my hair.

Pray write me in the Book of Living Names,
God turn thy face from my iniquity;
Spare me the flail, the pit of raging flames,
But let the quiet waters carry me.

Float me upon the Styx when I am gone;
Erase me from the Necronomicon.

NOTES:

This was inspired by some of the startling, weird imagery in The Book of Revelation from the Bible. The last sonnet is inspired by the parable about it being as easy for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven as it is for a "camel to pass through the eye of a needle", hence the references to gold and precious spices.