BLACKBIRD POETRY PORTFOLIO - "THE BLEEDING TEARS OF A STARVING HEART"
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Published for the MARTYR Poetry Compendium, Volume #3 (American English)
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The Moon.
A Benign Face Enfolded In A Gloom Of Its Own Design.
Its Placid Gaze Glimmers Hope Into The Heart Of Night.
Its Appearance Constantly Changing, Yet Its Intentions Are Always Visible.
Neutral Light Flows Inert Into The Eyes Of Evening.
The Intensity Of Its Shine Felt By The Importance Our Emotions Place Upon It.
We Look At The Moon As Something More Than It Should Be Granted.
It Is All It Can Be: A Symbol Given To Remind Us That We Are Not Alone.
Someone Out There Is Also Being Lit By Its Touch, Comforted In Its Presence.

"LUNAR LIGHT, PEACEFUL SIGHT"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Tuesday August 13th, 1996

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the canopy of the stars carry her name dancing across the galaxy,
last night caught in the midst of her murmuring dream,
trapped between the coldness of reality and that seductive fantasy,
as her kind eyes balance themselves adjacent to mine and gleam,

the cares of the world smooth away as her vibrant figure makes its entrance,
my worries disappear as soon as she sits next to me and touches my face,
her hands brush across my skin with the feeling of soft lace,
everything seems to come together in that very instant and make sense,

if only deep inside of me she knew,
but even if she did, what could she do?
and yet somehow we'll manage to get through,
simply because I'm in love with you and you love me too...

"LOST INSPIRATIONS"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Sunday August 18th, 1996

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the wind whispers of our moans while across your body my fingers gently probe,
as you anticipate the tingling feeling of my wet tongue upon your earlobe,
our glances of love penetrating far deeper than even my throbbing penis,
depth measured by the surges of relief on your face as it perspires bliss,

heat cascades alongside the subtle curves of your voracious body,
with each increment of pleasure surging forth do my eyes study,
thrusts of hunger share in the embracing of heavenly euphoria,
mouthing the words ecstasy upon the lips of your vagina,

wanton saliva intermixing; our tongues darting forward to a strangled embrace,
pulsations of delusional sensuality in my blood starts to race,
as my smooth hands piston into the hot core of your dark crevices,
meeting your fresh passion with the engagement of our greedy devices,

fearing the implicit changes in our enchantment which may alter our love,
always treasure how caring my eyes are when I gaze at you from above...

"INTIMATE INSTINCTS II -- UTOPIA IN AN ECSTASY OF EUPHORIA"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Tuesday August 13th, 1996

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i feel as though the plains beneath me could soar into the sky abode,
spreading its wings into the sails of the mighty ocean road,

the wind on my back as i fly swiftly through the emptiness of the stars,
my velocity no matter for concern when i've got my freedom,
no time like the present to leave with pleasant thoughts from home,
because at long last i've broken free of those captivating bars,

if only it were all so easy to leave behind,
if only i could just start everything in my life over again,
would i have missed out on some important experiences that I couldn't rewind?
would i have lost more than i could gain?

the urge is always within me like a caged beast paranoid for its survival,
when everything and anything comes my way as a challenge or trial,

what is there left to be sorry for anymore?
i lived what has been for so long that i can't even begin to wonder why,
the only thing left in mind is that childlike longing to touch the sky,
if only my accursed heritage hadn't shut the door evermore,

the ghost memories of all the events in my life i could have changed,
but what would i have chosen to remain?
and what, if anything, wouldn't have left me completely estranged?
if anything, it is a part of who i am in this existence to be insane,

why can't i be like the rest of my species and feel embodied with power,
a certain arrogant omnipotence arises out of youth's ashes,
it intoxicates and seduces me whenever i desire to be stronger,
i must reduce this confinement of the flesh to dreams of stagnant wishes,

the weakness and the madness is almost intolerable to bear,
it would not be worth its trouble if it hadn't been for the being of her,
i'm open to her touch like flower petals, anxious for the heat of desire,
but in this lifetime you must be careful not to get burnt by the fire,

i constantly brood over what and where the answers i seek may lie,
at what point do i decide whether it's worth the trouble to live or die?
all i ever wanted to do was throw myself to the clouds and fly,
yet where do i go from that vantage point and why?

nature springs from me as i am terribly lonely for the new season,
am i the source, and if so for what possible reason?

i cry softly as the subtle lady evening's glove slips into a gown of night,
slumbering off to my rest so that i can remember the sorrow,
because it never goes away and will be awake to greet me again tomorrow,
nothing changes in my world as seen by my limited sight,

i contemplate that i could see things differently from deep in her eyes,
does it all appear in different colors through her vision of all things,
is she allowed to give into what she considers her many cravings?
does she feel sad everytime she makes her last goodbyes?

how did the others make it all so easily possible,
did i make a horrible mistake in my path?
the life i've chosen to lead has caused for me a lot of trouble,
yet somehow i know what i suffer can't be mine, but another's wrath,

my face holds many sides similar to the facets found on a crystal stone,
some features etched with the scars of bad memories that won't leave me alone,
others scratched by misfortune and despair for what i couldn't do,
and upon my eyes that used to shine with love now glooms a dimmed hue,

when i was young once i can fondly remember those fields i'd run across,
chasing meadows of fancy wherever i could muster the strength to go,
now time passes me by along the last bend in the lane marked "slow",
am i being held by puppet strings commanding me.. if so, who's my boss?

i just want to reclaim what i rightfully along the open road somehow lost,
otherwise spring will be forever blanketed in my misery's frost,
there won't be anything anyone can do for my well-being,
because for me, the birds next season won't fly up north singing...

the inspiration to go on is a cause that seems too distant to ever catch,
when will desire and drive ever melt into a perfect match?
how far do my arms have to extend around the world to reach,
out for someone with whom i may beseech,

don't have mercy or sympathy for what pain i can call my life,
it was all my doing; it will never stop being my fault,
i personally blame myself for the circumstances leading to my assault,
letting myself be cut off from others is part of my imprisoning strife,

as can be plainly observed, i am quite ambivalent to the things missing,
i feel all the emotions that traditionally accompany this form of self-abuse,
but wasting my time seeking a way out is time spent obtuse,
it holds no value to my heart when i'm lonely to keep wishing,

long gone is my audience and i must keep myself in the company of solitude,
it's a lot easier for me to convince myself that this is for the greater good,

obviously, i can't be pleased with what i could have accomplished,
but i can remember the only brief time in my life that ever held any meaning,
my childhood was a blessed time for me to live instead of dreaming,
obstacles unleashed were never a problem; i could take whatever life dished,

the rise of the morning sun among the entities of the sky brought me new hope,
these days all i feel like doing is hanging myself; if only i could find rope?
my eyes have adjusted to the sun's rays that, to everybody else, shines light,
but to me, just reminds me of how much longer must go forth my plight,

sometimes i shudder to think of how happy my life could have been,
what wonders this body could have experienced and these eyes could have seen,

the women like the many other fascinations my feelings beheld weren't to be,
in my weaker moments, i would allow myself to slip into a succulent fantasy,
yet when i resumed my slow journey back to the epiphanies of reality,
veering for inevitable disappointment, what else could i see?

unable to understand why i was caught up with being merely me,
for their own protection left me behind, abandoned against my slumbering tree,
all i ever wanted from the courtship was to hear the everlasting word "we",
simply because i selfishly desired too strongly their love for me,

i may as well scream at the heavens for being their entertainment,
let my impotent rage serve as the martyr of my confinement,

do you find this rumor of my existence mildly amusing in the least?
then i know it is already futile; i cannot stop your hunger for my feast,
i am the lamb immortal, condemned to be sacrificed for the benefit of all,
if i haven't already died a million deaths, permit me the dignity to fall,

how will my story be scripted next time? will i be the bastard or the bitch?
do i die for nobility or will i be the loser murdered in a roadside ditch?
i can suffer time and time again twisted into the role of life's cruel clown,
but if i've ever deserved anything, it's to experience a life without a frown,

"SMOLDERING DECAY"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Wednesday August 21st, 1996

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your wishes are my dreams yet it is a journey we have yet to embark upon
your feelings are my heart yet our love hasn't even begun to start
your mind is my soul but we have so much more to learn from each other
my happiness comes from you but it is your love that defines our history

"A RELATIVE HISTORY"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Saturday September 14th, 1996

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the romance sways from side to side,
my often confused feelings left behind,
our bodies meet to carry us to our ride,
eyes mesmerized; never knowing what they'll find,

time stands still for us in that lasting moment,
neither of us is willing to relent,
nothing else matters except the music, you and I,
holding onto each other in a forever embrace; not wanting to say "goodbye"

smooth fluid steps taken together,
it almost seems as if we could do this all evening,
the song would sound so much better, my dear, if you'd sing,
esteem runs wild and love flows in my heart more than before,

with you in my arms, I feel so alive that I could soar,
because of all the times we've shared on the dance floor,

"BALLAD DANCE IN YOUR EMBRACE"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Tuesday September 17th, 1996

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These last few days I can't help but reminisce about how much love we share,
And then soon after those daydreams I am reminded of your kindness so fair,
Our kind of love is built on the premise that others often would not dare,
It simply proves how much we were meant for each other as an inseparable pair,

"INSEPARABLE"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Tuesday September 17th, 1996

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While I sat there, warmed at my tender thoughts of you,
floating on a fluffy white cloud of imagination,
and embracing those memories that recall the feeling of your sensation,
I pondered on how each and all those moments we are together seem so new,

"MEMORIES RENEWED"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Thursday September 19th, 1996

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hearts once beating 
in unison with joy
fall to ruthless dust
sanctuaries corrupted
time lost to lust
oh winds, take it all away!

flee from me
I am the miserable
damage too considerable
to repair
leave me to my despair

the world confines
each and every day
spent keeping depression
at bay, banished in dismay

rape me
kill me
burn me
martyr me

trapped as I am in death
I can escape these tears
nothing anyone does can hurt me
worse than when I ruined myself

"ENDLESS CITATIONS OF SORROW"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Saturday September 28th, 1996

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elated beyond perception in tasting the breath of your last kiss,
having felt your toes pressed against mine underneath the clear blue water,
the sentiments shared once again inspiring me to look back against the breeze,
tangible evidence of our love existing in every corner of time,

the final page scribed in our history book has ceased being written,
the instance upon us now that everything in our lives is at ease,
sharing in this tranquillity has left all matters put to rest,
between the two of us forever at last there is peace,

the calamities that have been our ambitions long surpassed,
flourishing in the plenitude, the calm wind pervades the spirit,
as quietly the illuminating shadow of light from dawn's dew first peaks,
and the sunshine as always blemishes the early morning's smile,

that knowing look beheld in your eyes flashes luminously into mine,
the unspoken reply carried on my lips as they caress yours in response,
your skin blushes as your compassionate smile plays right into mine,
time after time, a lasting intimacy burns bright when built in love's design,

"A GLIMPSE OF FOREVER... A TASTE OF HAPPINESS"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Monday October 14th, 1996

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intricate affinities unfold whenever I breathe into your beauty anew to,
that confidence that envelops our spirit by the dawn of daylight's dew,
and wakes me in the early mornings to awestriking reveries of you,
yet beyond this paramour contained between us is the love I feel for you too,

"DELICATE FLOWER PETALS"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Monday November 4th, 1996

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the temperance beneath our shallow dance inflames wrath's valor,
sullen youth strangled in vindiction long before its birth,
trusts for the remainder taken in seething vows of ardor,
fear preys upon itself in patient discontent for the onslaught of mirth,

broken circles scattered apart; once formed of rings torn asunder,
feelings harbored forsaken by the night of limitless destiny,
insurrection against nature too much of a corrupt decay to ignore or flee,
ambition seducing thoughts astray from that gracious love for her,

winter tides smears the canvas of my soul with tainted blood of derision,
life determined by one crucial choice that acts as a premonition,
yet when either path clearly lacks any semblance of personal vision,
one is left to contemplate the injustices present in either empty decision...

"THE CALAMITIES OF A BROKEN HEART"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Thursday November 14th, 1996

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those seedy eyes looking perplexingly at mine,
on such a gracious day as today is fine,
intensely in strained patience waiting for the sign,
for our mouths to speak in a manner not so benign,

with this intimate pocket of time locked away in our hearts' outpouring,
so do our fates continue to become each other and we ourselves align,
closeness allotted only so much space for its rose buds flourishing,
the tellings of my heart flow smoothly like the grape elements divine in wine,

emotions exchanged for lust,
borrowed in acts of mistrust,
while hope for love returns to dust,
and the corruption of ashes in our mouths rust,

it's the wandering ambiguity that I find most appealing in the mystery,
of a self-entangled web of deceit and contradiction that constitutes my lady

"MY LADY MYSTERY, MISTRESS MYSTERIA"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Monday November 18th, 1996

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frozen tears screaming with open mouths kissing,
spent laughing against all in its agony wishing,
the yielding smiles benign to terms so esoteric,
for the long days of longing for sour life eccentric,

enduring the ghost of the lady love's wandering presence,
smitten with pain for the lost prevalence of dissonance,
smothered in accusations for an altered identity not mine,
the mere thought of living the existence shivers the soul sublime,

the transient delights grow colder from last night to the next day,
creating beauty out of isolated imaginations is the only way,
for the melody of misery must complete its nasty turn,
with no victim in sight but its own instigator to spurn,

glamour recedes into the distance like the sanity of the senile,
ardor mistaken as my heart descends into a writhing dismay,
crying does little or nothing for the heart to disperse,
screaming... only screaming breaks the silence of this nameless curse...

"WORTHLESS HEART SCORNED"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Saturday December 7th, 1996

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virgin mistress that cannot avert my gentle embrace upon her intrinsic heart,
remembrances of what transpired will pervade upon her soul as a stinging dart,
love birds sharing each other's sweetness as softly as the flight of the lark,
so it is for her just as swiftly as the winds of love leaving its mark...

"THE PURSUIT OF A LOVER'S HEART"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Saturday December 14th, 1996

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a breathless fear seized and smoldered in the cauldrons of anger,
a whining pitch overdriven by melancholy riffs of indulgence for the dead,
a storm approaching the peaceful surroundings of a lover's breast,
a glass of mourning for all the days of longing for unspoken screams,

cold reality poured slowly across the brow of my head in memory retained,
no matter what could be done for the dark demons alive inside of my soul,
rarely is it ever that I should ever think not before a brooding motive,
for in the pleading warmth my heart bears for plenitude of contentment,

as softness nestles close to the man with the heart of a kitten,
wrenching those tears shared between them smothered in bodies smitten,

an outpouring of anger that beseeches upon the mercy of its instigator,
unabridged rage drawn from deep inside the core of youth's wealth,
a pride that swells inward in concert to the intellect of its conductor,
escapade eludes the prisoner of his own heart from synchronous stealth,

no matter what cannot be done for me such is there always time and hope,
for whatever it's worth to ease the pain from the scars that remain,

"THE SCARS THAT REMAIN"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Monday December 30th, 1996

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the exotic scent of your pure sensuality engages the wetness of my lips,
embracing my telltale signs of eminent pleasure as it's drawn into my ecstasy,
a love woven together from the bottomless depths of our gentle intimacy,
is the quenching satisfaction for a thirsty man as he voraciously sips,

"PRELUDE TO TEMPTATION"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Sunday January 5th, 1997
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myths are the demons of our dreams awakened in reality's slumber,
myths are the monsters spurned by our mind's insightful thunder,
myths are the evening conversations that become our imaginative fears,
myths are the broken relics comprising the fantasies of our elusive tears,

"RELICS OF OUR FORGOTTEN TIME"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Sunday January 12th, 1997

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tears run down the sides of my cheeks again at the same prospect,
wanting to take back meaningless words spoken in thoughtless actions,
all that is left in my memory are the senses still unable to recollect,
twisted into life's canopy of placid lies depending on design's perceptions,

sounds brush past my ears like a fog intruding upon the open air,
traces of purple melancholy avert its dramatic eyes in my direction to stare,
it is a piercing look that shrivels the inner core of my frightened soul,
left abandoned atop my own cliffnotes to take sweet life's gentle fall,

"SUFFERING IN THE DARK"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Sunday February 2nd, 1997

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the angels binding our hearts together as always fly overhead gently above,
smiling with grace down upon the smitten couple that share each other's love,
blessing youth's simplistic passion with ointment of life's virility,
ascension into those delicate arms I cherish on this special day I devote to my lady...

"THE ART OF HER"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Wednesday February 12th, 1997

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a peaceful rest springs from rose petals encompassing purity of virtue,
growing into a garden of beautiful fragrant nature to be molded anew,
with each passing season, despair and distress amass destruction so intense,
that the onset of the withering cold penetrates with a force too immense,

the decadent exterior balcony is adorned with a durable ice frost,
entertaining an odd assortment of occupants bonded together in dreams lost,
sometimes sitting pirched above the lit midnight vale of the city is escape,
yet lost utopia is never without its facade of memories that relentlessly rape,

dawn floods the earth with its maternal warmth enveloping us all in its hearth,
as it distances itself from the pale night left behind in a reborn sky's mirth,

what you might feel now is an exaggerated form of what you deem to be sorrow,
wait for the sun to arise from evening's cover on a chariot called tomorrow,

awaken to the love's first light on the morning of the rest of our lives,
make life happen tomorrow before winter's death is too late,
intimacy shared with forever reminds that love always survives,
renew joy tomorrow and wipe clean the past's slate,

one
true
beautiful
you

"THE TRYST THAT BINDS"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Wednesday February 26th, 1997

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the night soon commences with the breeze of hot passion lit with desire,
total immersion in the sanctuary of pleasure for our bodies to aspire,
licking those savory juices from our genitalia supreme,
tasting the pure veneer yielding of your yoni's sensual creme,

fingers of saliva trace the streaks of spinal perspiration that make you soar,
gasping from the overwhelming ecstasy that you increasingly implore,
sexual response escalates into orgasmic instinct everytime you scream for more,
moaning in wanton tones as your body collapses into euphoria like never before,

"INTIMATE INSTINCTS III: EXPLICIT LYRICS"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Friday February 28th, 1997

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sounds of serenity inhibit my every desire,
reason for pleasure beyond whatever I could ever aspire,
ecstasy in all actions is what I inspire,
allowing what is about to unfold to transpire,

the madness strikes when least expected to frighten,
in minds too weak to ever fully understand what is to happen,
grace slowly slips as far away as eternity has fallen,
for in its pitiful locket lies the mistakes of mortal men,

"FLAWLESS ABANDON"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Saturday March 29th, 1997

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lovers ablaze in passion that carries forth each other's delight,
salient dreams shared alike amidst the sheer wanton fantasy,
tender streams of consciousness benign in content for the second sight,
for what is romance without its cordial escape from reality?

"EYES ALIVE IN THE NIGHT"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Thursday April 10th, 1997

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the words so immaculately strewn across foundations of emotional rubble,
tangled in a tapestry of lies that only instigate withering trouble,

everything is left in place exactly as it was originally intended,
for not a second to pause for the sake of wondering if mistakes were mended,
rustling footsteps echo from farther away, beckoning the memories to haunt,
as the laughing goddess looks down upon the devastation with eyes that taunt,

for the sake of love was all that she ever sought,
for the sake of sanity was all that he ever forgot,

so it is that the majestic cycle remains unbroken by either,
thus granting the sanctuary of happiness deserving of neither...

"OUR PRETTY LITTLE SECRET"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Tuesday April 22nd, 1997

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why does it always feel like the light ebbs slowly away from my face,
as I approach the inner horizon of my heart's content,
driven from the fear of a darkness that won't relent,
and hurting me in a multitude of emotional facets without a trace?

everything is tied to a balance of synergetic forces in the universe,
though most are scared that something might upset the establishment of order,
yet change should not be feared because it is something new and far better,
thus the burden of hate is left tenured by the youth of tomorrow's curse.

forever today,
forever tonight,
morbid dreams buried in dismay,
praying for a love that burns so bright.

forever today,
forever tomorrow,
closure permits nothing remaining left to say,
for it is long past time to eclipse my sorrow.

"COURT JESTER IN AGONY"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Thursday May 1st, 1997

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sailing into the eyes that bleed of epiphany,
singing of the sweet caresses bestowed upon me,
dancing at the very notion of her name,
enjoying every moment uninhibited by shame,

floating on the glass paradise,
mocking my false guise,
for only love can surmise,
what lies beneath the next surprise,

whispering the voluptuous volumes told of my lady,
wishing that tonight could become the next day,
so that she could take me far off and away,
to an enchanted place where forever means to stay,

making love in tangible ecstasy that beseeches of heaven,
lust lost to actions of passion's soul unspoken,
absorbing my every attention that one could not imagine who
in this collage of life I could love more than you,

"VIVID SUMMER ROMANCE"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Tuesday May 6th, 1997

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dancing lights from dreams abandoned lost forever to obscure shadow,
chased images from childhood never to be reclaimed in reckless fantasy,
life's incandescent source of light beheld by the purity of a meadow,
so must the harvest of life like the journey begin and end far too swiftly,

the pale beauty of passion is all that renders myriads of color into rainbow,
yet missed opportunities trigger regret at the thought of impossibility,
with death gripping closure in its unending cold winter night filled with snow,
leaving eroded memories behind befitting the enduring imprint of eternity,

"A TAPESTRY OF MOMENTS"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Friday May 16th, 1997

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we're here right now,
laying together,
bathed in the afterglow,
to ensure,

how much we care,
soft dove,
the intimacy we share,
making love,

falling into each other,
dreaming softly,
souls desiring to smother,
caressing slowly,

thinking sweet thoughts tonight,
wanting more,
the feeling is right,
to soar,

"MAKING LOVE"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Friday May 16th, 1997

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mystery simmers about the evening air,
as two lovers of yonder affair share,
intimacy unseen between the pair,
beholding a mystic energy so rare,

infused within these strands of lust cheated,
soulmates alike uncovering a magic newly created,

the starstruck expression frozen on her crafted mouth,
her eyelids dance in moonbeams of reawakened childhood,
everything is left to be as it should,
for between the couple now shine rays of love without doubt, 

kindred feelings elapse into tender ecstasy,
as the night preludes delicate enchantment,
that will eventually dispense with the usual formality,
and appease further contentment,

in the breath of a heartbeat,
in a pocket of time unleashed,
love flourished here tonight and forever,
in a bed of roses where our love was destined to start,

(holding a locket of your love inside my heart)

"HOLDING A LOCKET OF YOUR LOVE INSIDE MY HEART"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Tuesday May 27th, 1997

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The cloaked youth rides alone amidst the bitter remorse of loved ones,
Lost to the prayers of those who came before him in havens above,
Risking everything to become himself in a land oppressing diversity of being,
Forsaken by his own brethren against all virtue for the sake of their dignity,

Within the cloth fabric lies the shell of a battered human soul,
Seeking a way out; a place for his heart to finally belong,

Misty trails lie perilously ahead smeared by many tearful travels,
For sadness preys on those unfortunate enough to leave love behind,

As stone steps continue to spiral endlessly without destination,
Desire attains wisdom in seasons foretold to be so cold,
Yet while ambition may be so bold,
Depression breeds the omniscient seed of redemption.

"THE SOLITUDES OF SPRING III -- SHIVERING CORPSE OF A SOUL"
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Friday May 30th, 1997

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introversion
introspection
imagination
inspiration
sensation
emotion
creation

illusion
delusion
confusion
frustration
depression

invasion
intrusion
persecution

dissipation
corrosion
erosion
desecration
pollution
destruction
annihilation

collusion
corruption

evasion
protection

retribution
redemption
emancipation
sanction
salvation

solution
conclusion

"DUST TO DUST..."
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR on Sunday June 4th, 1997

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