FADE OUT (writtten by James Edward David Bellamy circa 1995).
fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. the sons you
yield lie in the field
where wheat and corn define the dawn. do not
darken love with spite nor blacken wisdom with death's might. the
softness of this narrow song must seize the glibness of the strong
madness of the mezzanine. pray dance forever in your dreams. fade
out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out:
fade out along
a lime-swum melody. weeping sears the tears of time.
do not fear the words you rhyme. music reaps the turning spheres that
spin inside their spatial leers. fade out along the verses
made by
marrows rent from bent lampshades. we have always banged and sired
denial from love's stinking mires. fade out, fade out: fade out along
a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum
memory. sex deposes all the roses spent from out the garden's power.
fade out along this lime-swum song & do not
steal away thestrong.
tocsins knell inside the cells wherein glib pris'ners ape the moon.
do not shear away the runes that preach the verses of fled doom. the
speaking poems of the light smash the houses on the hill. chairs of
purple shake the rattle of this baby caught in battle. fade out, fade
out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade
out, fade out: fade out
along a lime-swum melody. fade out along the rivers' mind and blacken
oceans with the grind of streets that live inside the stars. fly your
spaceship up to Mars. the madness of the clouds dictate the sylvan
sadness of the state. this threnody divines the vines that wrap around
the wrought cosines of softness sinking into
marsh. fade out along
the singing caste of infants borne upon the tides of storms found
dancing at the sides of man and all he digs from
babies
in the rigs of oils that prove the tithes of sadness
armed with scythes. fade out along the keels of boats which sail the
rain. fade out along this nether vein. fade for ever on where
the
snows deny the sum alms of man and child. fade out along the wild.
fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum memory. fade out, fade
out:
fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade away and pass away. fade
into the colour grey. fade against the tapestry of glibness scorned
from out the spreed scents of summer lost. speak
the tongues of
Pentecosts.
fade out!
fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. the sons you
yield lie in the fields where wheat and corn define the dawn. do not
darken love with spite nor blacken wisdom with death's night. the
softness of this narrow song must seize the glibness
of the strong
madness of the mezzanine. dance forever in your dreams! fade out,
fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade
out along a lime-swum melody! weeping sears the tears of time. do
not fear the words you rhyme. music reaps the turning spheres that
spin inside their spatial leers! fade out along
the verses made by
marrows rent from second grade metals. we have always sired theft's
daughters from love's stinking mires. fade out, fade out: fade out
along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum
memory! sex deposes all the roses spent from out the garden's powers!
fade out along a lime-swum song & do
not seize the stars from hell.
tocsins knell inside the cells wherein glib pris' ners ape the moon.
do not shear away the runes that preach the verses of fled doom. the
speaking poems of the light smash the homes upon the hill. chairs
of purple shake the rattle of this baby caught in battle! fade out,
fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade
out, fade out: fade
out along a lime-swum melody! fade out!
*
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HARNESSED?
O, where hurting heroes hire crowns to fires
Then, rent, a sliding sea of towns burns funerals
And, lost in scent, a hill of gowns
Falls
Sss.
When once sucked shakespearoes paint tyres,
Then widening wolfed poem-words inspire
Whores and dill clowns
Sss.
A riveting city of sin hears lyres
Stinging for the tired
And, oo, as veiny vined tears famish fast liars,
Then blown bad beds will inspire
Crocus eaters
O.
When once hurting heroes hire a fazed farm
Then good families must charm
Bald meadows
And, inside, outelbowed faces cry for palms,
And sex will trace the mansions of embalmed
Naked nude napalms
Ssss.
A riveting city of sin sees sirens going home
And love is left alone?
*
Atoned in a stone, eyes will widen like the veins,
Atoned in a bone, skies will sharpen silly soft stained
Blanched bodies
O, when once a sea of light dies, then sundered brains
Cry for ladies
Sss.
Atoned like a drone, minds will widen like a train,
Alone, a sea of dromes drags ills for bleach stains,
And I entertain the mad sun and the salt rains
And old pigs caress filled skies
Uh.
When once atoned, me and masses melt, and babies
Break up
Ohm.
Gods in bells will ring where vast victims
Dig spies in a wishing well
And, dazed, a daisy pie hears cold cells
Cutting cute curved locks
And masses go home now?
*
Eyes will prattle when
Minds suckle skin men, and hands inside old men
Heal cats with women
Sss.
Eyes will prattle when
Swine sucks dazed chicken, and hands inside cold men
Heal rats
O.
When once cat people lash a lion, then Orion hears bats
Searching sleeves for fats
And, robed, red sea cats cry
And, loaved, sliced tree cats claim dogs from women
Uhh.
Entering wild raped heaven, a soft seagull
Suffers cars, and I will peck petrels when dolls
Melt fast away
Uh.
Castes in canyons send tears to graves
And I will shudder where lazy lays
Crash, crash
Lo.
Eyes will prattle when
Minds suckle spun men, and glassed rhythm
Cuts out…
*
O, as I recall the connect call for
Interesting blue skies
Then, as a sun falls inside war,
Then interested dead eyes
See blind men on a box raising us
Inside a cruel store,
O, as I recall the connect call for
Interesting blonde claws
Then, lashed, a sea of mana scores
Hands and Hymen
Sss.
As I recollect my mind, then lust
Flies like hot dust.
As I intercept my spine, then loss
Freezes,
And, o, when once a wide cross
Hangs jesus from a lock, then
Bled beards send hair to Heaven
Lu.
I will suffer slain babes, and ravens
Caw at the dead eyes of god’s garden
And I recollect my mind
And I will dig rich mines, and
Oo, as laden ladies jack old sand
Then vast vampiric countries dam
Hot seas and dripping lipped slams.
-ssss.
Cooed culling creators
Create dictators
And caving lasers cut incubators
Uhh
Oo.
*
O, I am the wailer
I push my tongue inside a saviour
O,
I am the wailer
And I spit where lazy razors
Cry for sailors
And I am the wailer
Sss.
O, I am the wailer
Sss, curt curing mania leads rex where failure
Uses a mirror
And I am the wailer
And I use a river
Uh.
When once bended boys shout, then
A wailer will weep for women
Oo, when once rent girls shout, then
A wailer will sleep for children
And god’s mute bairn dies, dies, dies
Ohm-.
I am the wailer
I use love’s haler, and blown eyes
Ride to sleep
And I will wail where senseless sleep
Wails for meat
And I am the wailer
And I feed foals to flavour
And I am the wailer
Uh.
Ghosts cry for midnight,
Hosts die for first light, and blown failures
Drown deep inside
And wailers weep for stone brides
Sss.
Cold killers crash…
Rolled ill men lash eyes to ashes
Uh.
As blinded blonde brides writhe
Then eyes will blind us
And I am a singer in a sea of dust
And I am the goddamn wailer,-.
*
As massive massing mindists crash down, then a tangerine town
Ripens like red rain
O, as massive masque rapists hang down, then a tangerine town
Widens in the brains
Uh—.when once dying dreamers drag sheets inside a stain then
As massive massing faces flash, then a finger shaped from men
Sucks slain beds
Ssss.
As eyes reel, then blinded boned steel cuts bombs where hens
Roast on a weal,
And, laid, licking lotions lap poppy seeds
And, raised, ripened oceans swim within god’s salt steed
Sss.
Dammed, a sea around my fist has
Fierce fingers
O, damned, a sea inside a kiss has sweet venoms
And, lazed, a tree of hissers hires seahanged women when
Laden sea slaves slash
Lashwide dried lemons
Uhh.
I will tauten, and gilled cunt coats crap, crap, crap,
And, shortened, a sea of skunk sucks junk, and cats
Cry forever when
Good kittens lap soft chicken
Sss.
Old days are strange
Cold men are stained by deranged
Men and steeples,
And we will erect a sea of peoples
Lah-
Ahh
*
I will summon up a dreamer from god’s slept veins
O, fat sermons will suck as a drum of god hears pain
Writhing inside an inward seeking sleeper
Sss.
I will summon up a rider from god’s slept lover
Oo, I will fatten liars when roped rexed mothers
Feed dolls to faceless fathers
Sss.
I will suffer senseless mirrors when a city of leathers
Coats kits in brothers
O I will suck endless fingers
O, eyes will cut endless scissors, and blind feathers
Must hire whores to fires
Sss.
I will summon up a dreamer from god’s shot thigh
Lo, I will summon a siren from a candle in my mind
Ah as reason loses meaning then
Woollen babies cry, cry, cry
La.
As we ride inside a stormed sun, then seared men
Wed wives to iced cold winter seasons,
And I will hear again the ghosts inside peahens
Sliding, sliding
Homewards
…
Empty eagles eat eyries…
Emptied seagulls scavenge rubies
-lo
As coins under belts go blank
Then rich felons will suffer rank
Thieved daisies.
*
As I hammer hives into hawed minds, then sweet salt wine
Sucks sins from glinting sex sines
And, o, as I hammer hives inside whored rhyme, then sweet salt mines
Delved stone for gilt minds
Ssss as endlessness ends, then eaten roasted rifles sign
Blue spined papers
And, lost, a scented cross cuts baptismal razors
And, crossed, a sea of loss licks lazy lady flava
Sss me and mental bairns rock hot tears to sleep
Sss me and menstrual ferns strut seeds inside bad meat
And rotted pharaohs end Tut where sluts shut Egyptian wheat
Laa.
As I hammer hives into mauled spines, then hot fished limes
Bury birds in a tree of dimes
And as dollar men rail, then a wailer in a sea of veils
Suffers clothed grails, and men and madam moon hear too soon
a sealed salty deadly afternoon
and I will bear a bed on a rapped plate where coded shouted tunes
swing, swing, swing
ooo.
cold killer sleep swathes dolls in shrouds
and eyes will cry out loud
*
O, I will bear you bad bled flowers
Lo, I will jump you, and a sea of ripped towers
Raises dolls from lovers
Uhh.
When once kind naked killers crash, then fathers will
Send souls to mothers
O, I will bear you mad text flowers
Lo, ghosts will jack you, and a sea of ripped rills
Will send suns to lovers
Uhh.
When once kind naked killers crash, then lovers will
Send foals to Leda,
And a sworn swan of Love sails, sails, sails,
And bad bled lakes cry for feathers
Sss.
I will bear you mad messed flowers
La, I will bear you mad flexed crowds, and red towers
Fall and fail
Ohm.
Docked dilly dogmen dream of dammed sleep
Rocked filled fishmen dream of drowning moon sleep
And an indecent emerald hires
Dolls to drained dreaming grave fires
Ooo
Cold killer bees sting themselves as
Old river trees flail
,
Eh?
*
O, with my harness buttoned, a sea of sliding cheeks
Cracks like a kissed wind
Sss, with my buttocks buttoned, a sea of grinding meat
Cracks like Mothers
And eyes, eaten, feed on salt feathers
And lazy leopard men delve leotards as rent fathers
Suck coasts from waving mirrors
Sss.
O, with my harness ankled, then a sea of burning wheat
Rots inside a stem
O, with a harnessed table made cold as slipped meat,
A sunny sea of hens raises rippers from old jeeps
And my sensual lady is dead as a sovereign baby
And, lashed, sensate bodies cry, cry
La-.
What with my mind cut, then men will ride
Inside ticks and sex suicides
And I will look inside christ’s eyes and share
Blown gods with nice cut sides
And, loaned, as sex ends, then I will seize prayer
O.
As my badly broken body bears snares then
Balded baby men must
Send cradlers where a sea of dust
Hears babies rent,
And, old, chilling cullers create cosy cotters
And keen live babies will rock self where rivers
Ride inside a real life
Sss.
Lightning saves fire
Nightjars save us, and a boy in a fire
Burns like God.
AHH MEN?
....
ICKLE FEAST (by jim bellamy)
standing on a hill with his head in a cloud, the man in the shroud moves
outside the crowd, and nobody
asks him if he's modest or proud. the man in
the shroud, the man in the shroud.
roundabout the world, this turin child
makes sound, and he makes sounds on empty and he makes sound resound, and
nobody cares to
question as his vocal blood sings loud. the man in the
shroud, the man in the shroud -
and he never cares to question as his
shrouded ways descry, and he doesn't care to question how his soul lives in
the sky, and nobody thinks to
wonder why his metalled mortal wrath lies
riven in the centre of a mettled turin cloth.
the man in the shroud. the
man in the shroud, the man in the shroud. laved God in a cloud?
leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of macaroni.
leoni, leoni; i've
just met a girl full of macaroni.
on pasta heels, leoni's world regales
the trees in search for pearls; regales the sun in search for ships;
regales the cum in search for crypts. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl
full of macaroni.
leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of pasta pony
leoni baby, leoni blue, roman empires fellow you. leoni baby, leoni child,
roman empires seal your smile, & where the papist thrones refrain into
roman,
caesared veins, down comes time and down goes you, ms. leoni
macaroni blue
leoni, leoni, i've just met a girl full of macaroni
leoni, leoni. i've just met a girl full of pasta pony. leoni, leoni, leoni
macaroni. goog-goog-a-choo.
leoni, full of pony
are we lonely?
if i could stop the time, then there would be a way to join the faceless
child in fields of yesterday, and there would be such dreams for children
to unfold; dreams of endless burning in meadows
manifold.
if i could stop
time, then trendless youth i'd see, and every trendless season would be a
gallow tree, and every gallow tree would be a place for breath; a place
where endless burning would marry my behest.
if i could
stop time, if only
time were mine to cease, then everywhere i'd find an eastern lake of
peace, and peace would drown me kindly and peace would drown me well. if i
could only stop the time, then youth should thrill and swell.
time,
i've
seen u murder the best of mine and me - now is the time to marry to the
times that cannot see - & i shall see time cease, for time is seldom mine,
and in that time must cease, my mind shall tow the line, and in that time
must cease, all love shall cease to shine.
if i could stop the time, if i
could only live, then desecrated madrigals should celebrate to give, and
time should cease forever, and time should learn to blow a kiss, and time
should earn
its pleasure, and know how much a child is missed.
Drank from the artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday,
spent a little while in a tigron's cage, slavering away against decay; saw
the trainlights spurn to mean,
shot against my fused & dead demesne, did
my best to marry on; drank from a choke & sired a ripper son.
i did not
rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate
u, no, i never raped u, i did not
rate u, little kid.
Drank from the
artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday, summoned up Zion
from a golden stage, danced my mind against love's grade; saw the
trainlights purdah out, shot against my fused & den-eyed
pout, did my best
to do my best for u; drank from a choke & broke on thru.
i did not rate u,
no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate u, no, i
never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid.
Helio
Bundy, Morrison mane,
why do you drive my mind insane, why does your pick of leather hate sire
against my mental state: helio Bundy, wicked child, why do u rise against
the mild, why do the dirty on light's dream, why rape the child &
act
obscene?
Family garden, sickle feast, why put my brain inside the beast,
why take away the loves I had, why spurn away the gentle mad? i did not
rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate
me, no, i never raped me, i did not rape me, little kid: i did not rate
the summer sun enough to save a life begun: i did not rate u nor me at
all, all i did was fall & fall.
Helio, helio artichoke, helio, helio
artichoke; saw
it in the news, the child tells lies in hope; helio, helio
artichoke. I did not rate the child I knew, i still don't rate the things
he do: saw it in the news, the child dies blue: I did not rate the things
u do. i did not rate u, no,
i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid,
i did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate the things i did: i
did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rape u, little kid, i did
not rate u, no, i never raped u:
i
did not rate the things Love did
Ahhhhhhh.....
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Bellamy 2019
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