Moonlight Shadow

 

I

Pin-up Crossroads and bullwark fashion hose;

spelling the Rosary backwards, Hosea prose by heart –

not knowing the heart of It, that clown rose

up from the grave, with a vengeance pose

for the SS rating, cease the decistor impart!

A New Muaddib went to Helm's Deep, headstart

for the minorities mens rea vult your nosenone!!

II

Who wants to worm my tongue and cheek;

the chip is on the shoulder, knucklebar

awaiting. To all ye Gargoyles Marble Creek

Angels, who lost their faces in chizzle bleak...

Come back ye sons and daughters of Midgard,

for a Moonlight shadow has fallen ensnared

on your tombs and stoves – Heaven within reach.

III

Don't trust the praise and moral gaze of peers;

no matter what they may snicker, glare inane.

Just like those, who Hosanna our Lord in tears

of Joy – soon gnashed its tooth, demanded in despair:

“Free Bar-Abas! The one, who killed a copper-slave!”

Behold the Man, transcend the Fam, the Staves –

what can those dare aghast second death spare.

IV

Be death or infamy, such tolerable more,

than win through Wormwood-Tšernobõl.

Id rather turn defiant the other cheek, for

what boon is loosing soul, to gain all shores?

No Bell of Bronze nor chirping whistle Krell;

no second coming vermin Nazi Will –

in only God I shall find shelter, I abjure!

V

Farewell my Life, My Name, My Face, My State –

Jesus enough – forsake me, all what's Gold!

I shall pay the Iron price and salty slate;

the same I offer those, who walk-create

new songs and meanings to combat the bold;

who claim of Avant Garde, but reek same old –

those Nicolites and slaves of Alexandria to obfuscate...

VI

Let it snow inside my haze of pollen;

renounce this vision, lock the screens!

None shall pass beyond Akasha swollen –

in Vanity that theirs should vanquish Aidan:

Those Loving-Kinders Adriatic liches ree;

why should their gnosis prevail indeed!

There's only One, who shall Providence, Heathen!!

VII

Sound the Madness, protect what's sacred;

those who masturbate the news like Calf

of Gold, insisting their chosen to elect:

who juries, judges, executes in derelict;

what Laws instructed, Gospel put on his staff!

Now devout, those brood of Vipers, cut in half –

No Worthy Man shall be called Superb relic.

VIII

Those, who seek Holy Grails, repent thy murder!

No blood, no house, no creed, no mouse;

no steed, no spouce, no Reed, no Joyceminster,

shall be exalted in front of El Shaddai, administer!

Only those, like Obed-Edom, void of rouse;

in sworn duty, don't judge orders, heed to espouse,

til death to them apart and yonder shall see Christ Victor!

IX

Eyes are the pools of Heaven, the mirrors of Self –

what do you seethe, what crave whereas

to suffer the wages of Boanerges and Commonwealth.

What is thy Temple of Solomon or Herod worth?

Cast it aside, like Elisha and Mark, or no Thus

shall take root in your heart, nor your soul encompass.

Go out in the desert and bog, Toshiro Umezawa and surge!

X

Don't try to follow me, for the flesh

needs to go, to give birth for what's holy!

Disavowed in silence, grieve, hush;

Daughter of Jephtah, Bride of Boundless

El Elyon, Lord of Hosts – rest your scully

at Gethsemane and Golgatha, for the sullied.

Be the Icon of God, to let people relinquish!

XI

Holy Darkness, Dreaded Night – grace me

with your silent rite. Let it blight;

no venture gain – so there only You remain!

Gate of No Gate, Torrents Ire – gut Safe;

wrest Sane, obstruct Desire, but one fight

left in Me – Fear, my brother, be my Right.

Those, who know, don't speech, others deem. (on)