BLOOD SONG (by jim bellamy)

Bearing loaves & fishes, going gung-ho for the Son, into rooms of tender,
the moon fires like a gun: set in Cimmerian slaughter, like a flunkey
diamond filled with chaff, slittering the wrists of daughters, the Ghosts
of Judas flash. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the
Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are
u going to the Summer Seance? Mute in verbal gossamer, snapping twigs with
zen-eyed glee, pastelling after spider tombs, the Christ of Heroes swims
the sea: dread is the thunder's whisper, motors thrum in eyes above;
slittering the wrists of tarantula riders, the Ghosts of Judas deny all
love. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the
Summer Seance? Eighteen lazy pharaohs, like sickle spies, cleave pyramidic
dreams: pyrrhic victory under rainbow, the sword of duty breaks its
scream: screened on widow windows, like a seminal river maundering by,
slittering the wrists of iron sidlers, the Ghosts of Judas siren high. Are
u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u
going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the Summer
Seance?
Late in graves of powder, setting no store to the cannon of doubt, sat led
ded in canyon chowder, the clamerine angels spume & pout: summoning
sermonics from sulphur, like a wheat-eyed fairy, Mary sighs: slittering
the wrists of Zion's pariahs, the Ghosts of Judas haunt & fry. Are u going
to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to
spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
No more to fields of rapine azure, no more to Indians spitting rhyme: no
more the gas, the permeable prism: no more the light inside the spine: no
more the spike-skeined sentries, no more the soldier in the lung: no more
the leather under breath, no more the lovelorn graves of cum. With beauty
under cancer, a rose tattoo of bludgeoned fear, the metal Ghosts of Judas
rise upwards from the spheres. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u
going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of
abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer
Seance? Are u going to break thru to spiritual pleasance? Are u going to
the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
ahhhhh....
Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run
-life destroys as peace defines - come take the womb & make it grind.
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run.
The moon gets cold & the stars grow older; no more the moon, just look
over your shoulder - the darkness maims as the summer declines - no more
the womb, just destruction in the mind.
Your palls of white are closing, lady; four palls of death, four palls of
closet red - night is the madness, all-deposing - no more the womb, just
destruction in the head - we've seen the summer climbing softly - the
truth is dreaming, a million tombs behind - no more a life, just birth in
rumour's posing; no more the womb, just destruction in the light.
Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife the sun, lady, knife the sun;
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife the goddamn sun. come on a trip
& the acid heart shall seize; come on a trip & the heart shall greet
disease; come swallow rot & sense the heart run red; come swallow rot &
see the child run dead.
Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife all the men you've ever won;
knife at the wards, at the hospice in the lung; knife all the men you've
ever won.
Loved loud women, always did; loved loud women since just kids; -
come take this Lord away; loved reeled crime since we raped day.
Inveigal my territory as if it were sanity, strike at my history as if it
were air: summon up demons, let music murder me: in the sun's charity, let
madness flare. Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in a
cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
I never knew the sun of
Simeon, I never felt the world inside my words: truth is all darkness, an
artless state of sentience: a nightbird in purdah, my soul denies its
verve, suffers under murder & buckles into sadness, leprous as a sinner
whose senses curve.
Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in
a cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
As if I ever knew the
gunshine of moving, as if I ever knew the bullet laid bare: as if I ever
knew the riflers at my pocket: seldom knowing any, no God on high answers
my prayers.
Pall walls, or is it something close to recusance; something
close to subvention that makes my soul decry? To search for passion's
sentence is all & all love's presence: pall walls, or is it fury; more,
the devil in love's eye? Never finding thunder, just stalking after
ravens: setting no light to harvest, this song of ether reaps the poor:
lying backwards in a chamber, seeking moons in wells of night, the life I
lead is seldom waking, its breastmost way, a cloven spite.
Pall walls,
endless under prism; a prison of spectral torture, the gaoler's hands
decree: sermoned under lightning, struck dumb by passion's raping,
entombed in endless blackness, this man of bone receives.
Pall walls
around me seek to find security: locked inside a cage, the bird within me
sings: inveigal my territory, strike down my destiny; let go the spires
that music might win.
...
This is Planet Birth: let no man tell you birth is glad: this is Planet
Birth: let no woman make you sad.
Under fire & under azure, Planet Birth
is all to see: let no man tell you birth is plenty; Planet Birth came from
the trees.
This is Planet Birth: umbilical as lust, the cradle's yawn
disproves: this is Planet Birth: let no child tell you birth's amused:
under mud & under oil, Planet Birth denies its toil: let no God tell you
birth is plain, Planet Birth came from the rain.
Planet Birth, Planet
Birth, Zioning in the Dark, beneath the earth, like ded zephyrs from red
skies, Planet Birth comes flailing by: wailing under hammered sirens,
beneath the sun, the earth must fail: Planet Birth, Planet Birth, let no
gladness see birth wail.
In the tombyard, sundergrinding, abortive as the
Son of Love, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, the boom of blood
drops here... See Less?!!!!
...

jdb 2018

 ...

BENEATH THE EARTH

I recall my mother child, shining in the venturous wild, storming in her
apple smiles, mother child, mother child.
I recall my mother kith, smiling
in her venturous kiss, saving me from darkness come, bearing me love's
kingdom come. Mother child, Mother Mary, here to bear to birth love's
theory; here to mould a world of fire: mother child, mother spire.
Mother
child, Mother Mary, here to rend away God's eyrie, here to clip the
eagle's madness, here to rend away God's sadness. Mother child, Mother
Mary, here to bear to birth love's theory; here to mould a world of fire:
mother child, mother spire.
Mother child, Mother Mary, here
to rend away
God's eyrie, here to clip the eagle's madness, here to rend away God's
sadness. Lion of changes, lion of flame, how shall childhood come again?
Never till the stars go out, never till the angels rout: lion of changes,
lion of derangement, how shall childhood shend contentment?
Never till the
world replies to the pyres within its eyes. Mother, mother, mother child,
shining in the venturous wild, time shall come, but won't know how, death
gone after, a Golden Bough.
anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eat a little, eat a lot, eat a little, eat
the rot. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. don't matter what u try to say,
don't matter what u try to do - woman is anorex; woman breaks on thru.
eat
to die, eat to fade, eat to wharve away decay; eat the moon, eat the sun -
eat the endless food of none. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. seen it in
the cinema, seen it in the streets, seen it under kinema; this world is in
defeat.
anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eyes on empty, eyes gone nowhere,
There once was a man from cork
who was terribly fond of pork
he ate thin and thick
and was terribly sick
then he popped himself with a fork. ..... !!
Bearing loaves & fishes, going gung-ho for the Son, into rooms of tender,
the moon fires like a gun: set in Cimmerian slaughter, like a flunkey
diamond filled with chaff, slittering the wrists of daughters, the Ghosts
of Judas flash. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the
Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are
u going to the Summer Seance? Mute in verbal gossamer, snapping twigs with
zen-eyed glee, pastelling after spider tombs, the Christ of Heroes swims
the sea: dread is the thunder's whisper, motors thrum in eyes above;
slittering the wrists of tarantula riders, the Ghosts of Judas deny all
love. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the
Summer Seance? Eighteen lazy pharaohs, like sickle spies, cleave pyramidic
dreams: pyrrhic victory under rainbow, the sword of duty breaks its
scream: screened on widow windows, like a seminal river maundering by,
slittering the wrists of iron sidlers, the Ghosts of Judas siren high. Are
u going to the Summer Seance?
Late in graves of powder, setting no store to the cannon of doubt, sat led
ded in canyon chowder, the clamerine angels spume & pout: summoning
sermonics from sulphur, like a wheat-eyed fairy, Mary sighs: slittering
the wrists of Zion's pariahs, the Ghosts of Judas haunt & fry. Are u going
to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to
spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
No more to fields of rapine azure, no more to Indians spitting rhyme: no
more the gas, the permeable prism: no more the light inside the spine: no
more the spike-skeined sentries, no more the soldier in the lung: no more
the leather under breath, no more the lovelorn graves of cum. With beauty
under cancer, a rose tattoo of bludgeoned fear, the metal Ghosts of Judas
rise upwards from the spheres. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u
going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of
abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
ah..
Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run
-life destroys as peace defines - come take the womb & make it grind.
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run.
The moon gets cold & the stars grow older; no more the moon, just look
over your shoulder - the darkness maims as the summer declines - no more
the womb, just destruction in the mind.
Your palls of white are closing, lady; four palls of death, four palls of
closet red - night is the madness, all-deposing - no more the womb, just
destruction in the head - we've seen the summer climbing softly - the
truth is dreaming, a million tombs behind - no more a life, just birth in
rumour's posing; no more the womb, just destruction in the light.
Inveigal my territory as if it were sanity, strike at my history as if it
were air: summon up demons, let music murder me: in the sun's charity, let
madness flare. Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in a
cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
I never knew the sun of
Simeon, I never felt the world inside my words: truth is all darkness, an
artless state of sentience: a nightbird in purdah, my soul denies its
verve, suffers under murder & buckles into sadness, leprous as a sinner
whose senses curve.
Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in
a cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
As if I ever knew the
gunshine of moving, as if I ever knew the bullet laid bare: as if I ever
knew the riflers at my pocket: seldom knowing any, no God on high answers
my prayers.
Pall walls, or is it something close to recusance; something
close to subvention that makes my soul decry? To search for passion's
sentence is all & all love's presence: pall walls, or is it fury; more,
the devil in love's eye?
endless under prism; a prison of spectral torture, the gaoler's hands
decree: sermoned under lightning, struck dumb by passion's raping,
entombed in endless blackness, this man of bone receives.-
This is Planet Birth: umbilical as lust, the cradle's yawn
disproves: this is Planet Birth: let no child tell you birth's amused:
under mud & under oil, Planet Birth denies its toil: let no God tell you
birth is plain, Planet Birth came from the rain.
Planet Birth, Planet
Birth, Zioning in the Dark, beneath the earth, like ded zephyrs from red
skies, Planet Birth comes flailing by: wailing under hammered sirens,
when we get out of town, our kids must drown?..
..
copyright jdb 2010.

note: always writing in this vogue!