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Carnival of Souls
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All Aboard!
Transmute the axioms into a key, inhale the soul of lady green
and summon him, the thrice wise, the great, great, great
Hermes
Carnelevarium Inferorum Animas Excitat
And so, God brought life into existence
by singing the secret chord…
“If we shadows have offended,
think but this and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here,
while these visions did appear,
And this weak and idle theme,
no more yielding, but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend…”
- Carnival of Souls –
Through my eyes a cold breeze emanates, they burst into tears
as the chariot's fiery wheels levitate; oh, gift of the seers!
The unknown gate opens, every wonder never dreamed,
and the chessboard hallways, ever cracking my last seed
The Unnamable is the eternally real,
and the name is the origin of every particularity,
so the Fool must be set free from desire,
to finally see the mysterious fire,
yet, the occult and perceptible
both come from the only receptacle:
The Void
Mercury I am here
Mercury I can hear
Can you hear them?
The strident sound of the foolish bugles?
Welcome!
Your one and only bearded hunter has arrived
He once had the virtue of bringing order from chaos
Threading lovely holy verses into labyrinths and mazes
Solve et Repete, Solve et Coagula
…Now lost…Now lost…. In the vastness of…The All…
Trace the map, follow the route, find what’s sought
In the natural world, among animals, plants and Thought
And Jealousy? Yes, for you are you, not I: Play and check mate!
And Praise? Yes, for I am I, not you: Worshipping the great!
And Desire? Yes, for it ain’t from within: I will have it in my plate!
I was nothing, then I became something else entirely
Like a river that flows into the sea,
hoping there is something to achieve…
A Light? A Star
A Boat? An Insect
A Plane? A Flying Fish
- Somebody who belongs to my world.
- This is your world. I am your world.
- What’s the matter? Don’t you like the music either?
- I like it fine.
- Ha, you don’t like it!
You don’t like to dance and you don’t like to drink..
you don’t like for a man to hold you close, that’s it isn’t it?
- I didn’t say that.
- You haven’t said anything the whole evening!
Why don’t I go play that song again you like it so much.
I know the answers to questions asked before,
yet like the centipede I’m squandered in stagnation.
“Your Eminence! Es ist das unglück der Menschheit."
For the squalor of enduring with this godforsaken path
…is daunting
I know I’m not forgotten, begotten to arise;
Triumphant! Triumphant!
I RISE ! I RISE ! I RISE !
Among the misfits, (thieves) and demonic beasts…
But… the mask!… of this self-loathing plane
and its cannibalistic rituals synchronize,
spawning suicidal prophecies of an eternal demise
Rise? Sink! Die? Live!
Fly? Swim! Take? Give!
Futile antagonists beneath the glass dome
No tender solace in Egypt nor Rome
Aborted freedom, Abandoned choice
To false dichotomy we’re mindless toys
And thus, exalting my harrowing vision:
That we, are not men, but mere blood cells,
That we are not fulfilling our dreams, but healing
The universal fabric of time and space,
The reality inside the one,
Like pixels of a broader image
Oblivious, unaware, yet functional….
- Machines –
- I’m sorry about all that nonsense we had to put you through
- I imagine this is more awkward for you than it is for me.
- Well, hardly that, I suppose.
- Oh I don’t know, in spite of your political creed, it is you who are the gentleman,
no titles nowadays of course, but yours was a noble line.
- And you’re a prince, of the church.
- And you to interrogate me.
- Times have changed, you were a hero to me in the resistance as you were to all of us.
Tell me, do you ever miss those days?
A long time ago, your heart became proud
on account of your beauty,
and you corrupted your wisdom
because of your splendor.
So I threw you to the Earth.
“How you are fallen from heaven, O Day Star, son of the Dawn.
How you are cut down to the ground.
You who laid the nations low…
Et quasi meridianus fulgor consurget tibi ad vesperam ;
et cum te consumptum putaveris, orieris ut lucifer”
Dry, a desert in my mouth craves the sprouting grass
The garden of Eden is not lost but in vacuity is concealed
Hermes lips are tightly sealed…
Fly from confusion to my land, here there’s no future nor past
The tree of life’s secret has no cost, but in vacuity is concealed
Hermes lips are tightly sealed…
….by a river of blood.
Now… Escape!
Can’t you see we’re prisoners
in this twisted Carnival of Souls?
Will you give us freedom?
Will you let us roam?
We are not cold numbers (No)
we are all free men!
In eternal slumber
to atone our sin…
“…and, as I am an honest Puck ,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
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A Flying Fish Monterrey, Mexico
A Flying Fish is a musical project by the interdimensional storyteller Râhoola.
With sounds and
styles varying from experimental, rock, gothic, ambient, new age, orchestral, spoken word and metal; this one-man-band's main goal is to evoke surreal and oneiric imagery to its listeners.
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