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#171979 by Vampier
Wed May 02, 2012 6:59 pm
CREATE ...

Let your first note fill the room and grow ... like a drip..drip..dripping of water ... of blood. Feel it with your empty chest ... let it fill you ... that single note. It grows until it is accompanied by a crack in the heat of your passion ... the smell of fresh untainted blood as it is exposed to the air. The second note and each thereafter is equally satisfying . Let some distort where they wish ... stretching and then snapping with a rim shot. They grow ... the breaking of a hammer on stone ... the clashing of a sword upon steel. Then obliteration.

This creation in a way is relearning ... another circle ... all over again. It is said that Vampire's can not cry but I assure you that they often do. The awareness of time ... what has passed ... what remains, creates entire chords as one remembers that which one's Mother has taught. Feeling the thunder growing underground, the crying of the winds ... this can often depress or give solace or even both at once.

The band rages ... the wall of sound collapses. A host of unseen waves surrendering en masse to the call of non-beings. The steel and wood of history gives way screaming and creaking. The birthing of a song, crying it's life within the monstrous destruction to which it is reborn. The fingers and hands blurring have wrought this first coming.

The melody lingers then flees leaving behind the shattered echoes which bespeak ruin ... broken shardsof memory and Love and humanity. For a single heartbeat all sits in silence then slowly "it" rises, painfully over the course of three difficult and trying measures all requiring superb control by their Creators. The band is consumed, as it's voice. Nearly driven mad seperatly, all are more manageable now ...together.

The torment of minds, fingers and throat is fading. At times they play together in solitude all recognizing the blood and the delicate balance it brings. They are all only tamed in this context, by the blood.

#171980 by JCP61
Wed May 02, 2012 7:13 pm
dose this mean we have to visit the red cross and make a donation before the show starts?

I would have preferred a back up band

#171982 by jsantos
Wed May 02, 2012 7:18 pm
Quite some colorful writing Vampier. That one was a good read.

#171983 by JCP61
Wed May 02, 2012 7:31 pm
a proselyte !

quick! grab him~!
#171985 by Vampier
Wed May 02, 2012 8:09 pm
TIME ...

Time has bestowed perspective, rehearsal has given them unity through the relationship of what created them ... the blood. Vampires no longer at a loss of what to do. Perhaps all not completely understanding the depth of friendship which now binds them all and not completely even their own compunctions, they know the lonliness pumping within their hearts would fester and perish were it not for the creative strokes and sounds they now have on the edge of their lives.

So for the sake of Blood and Music they forsake their private fogs, tolerate the voices they can really never completely silence and listen to their blood. What they percieve is their own. To live their vampire lives amidst the half-lives that envelope them is better than no life at all ... the sacrifice of everything that was and could have been for creation in the realm of bllod and music.

As a band their individual ruminations are brought to a sudden end with the sound of music and voice. This approaches them more closely, more instantly. It allows them not to abandon themselves nor their ancestors or blood. This provides the defensive posture ... rest, through the door of creation not destruction. With mutual concentration they become no longer unknown silent voices ... speaking wordless agonies ...disconnected. They recognize one another's agony and respect it.

The blood memory inflames them and they rush forth in fury to the broken bodies around them. Utterly driven from their wounds and seeping with blood. There is venom all about them. The disjointed thoughts of a dying world assemble and sing timelessly over the scientific technological white noise failing to render them silent. None of their blood memories need be seen in full, only glanced. They are warm and soft with a feeling of possessiveness ... and Love.

Each time as thy stand they know that these moments might be their last. Together they make audible flashes of memories, ghostly wisps. Waiting for the word to be passe, choking the initial rush of panic and splitting the air with their expressions, piercing eternity, becoming part of the blood.

Their idea of Vampires, what they had been told and thought, shivered away with sound. Survival, forgiveness, life desire ...Lyrics can be prayers. And they are no less potent when they bypass long dead lips via the blood. Vampirically sucking down the bitter knowledge, seeing through the charnel fog of fire only assures that one will not be destroyed during transformation. One must spring into action, flinging open hidden doors and preparing an unused bedplace to sleep...after "the moments".

Gratitude can be offered silently and without words. Shattered body, sinking down, held tightly by the spirit , until both the audible and inaudible torrents of pain cease. Cooled ... alone again.

#171986 by JCP61
Wed May 02, 2012 8:11 pm
do you smell gas, or is it me?
#171987 by Vampier
Wed May 02, 2012 8:29 pm
SPIRIT ...

The spirit uncertain of what it seeks or leaves ... travels hundreds and hundreds, thousands and thousands, whatevers and perhaps even more great distances of time and space... the feeling of the body's obseolescence chasing. It is no longer difficult to remember or to understand the concept of Love. There are others and it is as being a single sapling or tree within a forest. Some have been in the forest often.

Still while the eyes snap open there is no recollection excepting that which lies within the blood. Seeking escape from the wet comfort of seclusion ... the circle resumes. Just before the line of fate was crossed or quite near it ... thoughts of all consuming and passionate Love overwhelm, thoughts that can not be pushed out. Now secluded in a new kind of cacophony, bombarded with images and sensations all destined to be what might be considered depraved combinations of skin, wet sliding, lips, hands and sex ...this is the unwelcome reaction of a body ensconced inside the crook of an aging tree.

At this moment the sounds or music of Love and Love-making and mating are out of range. Eventually there will be no way however to push those images from the mind ... the blood. Reciting poems conjure hidden and dormant memories. Performing the most complex compositions, one can manage, serves only to build the pressures inside the body, racing the flow of blood until need is a voice that can not be pushed away. Ta

After a while shall come .... More

#171988 by JCP61
Wed May 02, 2012 8:31 pm
'The time has come,' the Walrus said,
'To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.'
#171998 by Vampier
Wed May 02, 2012 10:50 pm
jsantos ... I thank you and am pleased you enjoyed my musings. Ta
#172052 by Vampier
Thu May 03, 2012 5:07 pm
...He is a dying breed, this world is also dying and desperate eyes regard it's demise ... watching the grave being filled in ... he must find his place in the new world or perish in it. FM 3-39=40 Ta
#172156 by Vampier
Fri May 04, 2012 4:46 pm
...At this moment we live in two worlds. This is a special time ... a special circle. One foot stands within a dying world and the other within a new one. Our footing can not remain uncertain. Each world is changing rapidly. You can only live one circle at a time.

This is a painful time. Waters are dying. Wildlife is dying. We are dying. Even the grains of sand and dust have been polluted by man. All things are connected. Mankind has gone from being as an animal upon this earth to becoming a destroyer ... much worse than any animal. Mankind has forsaken it's spiritual responsibility.

Our Inner World is dependant upon the Outer World of nature. Devastation of the Outer Natural World diminishes our Inner Spiritual World. The only survival is through struggle ... Persistence and Endurance. You must never surrender your personal sovereignty.

You are caught on a horizon ... not between the sky nor earth but between ages. At this moment you are now suspended between two distinct worlds ... this is the struggle. You must know who you are ...live not in the Outside World. There is no balance between the two. This is clearly shown by technology and nature.

Mass extinctions have already begun ... the communion of living things ...the earth ... and man. What is man without the beast ? What happens to the beast soon happens to man ...everything is connected ... like the blood of the Clan or Tribe. The earth is our Mother and whatever befalls her, befalls her Sons and Daughters. Polluting the earth is polluting yourself. The earth does not belong to man. Man is not weaving the web of life, he is destroying it ... he is only a single strand of the web. To destroy the earth is to heap contempt upon it's Creator.

The ReAwakening is growing. The veil has been dropped. The curtain is being drawn aside. Mankind is revealed naked, without spiritual principle, ridden with greed and spouting lies. There is no balance. "Hope" is not enough to restore the balance. Do nothing and you share a common destiny with the dying world.

To survive you must become a Warrior ... a new kind of warrior ... balanced in knowledge, spirituality and life ... prepared to die for the future. You must make your mind, body and spirit strong ... embracing and spreading this light like a prism in the Great Dark Storm that sweeps over you. You must lift your foot from the Dying Age and plant it firmly with the other within the coming new age.

The struggle of survival, renewal and transformation is now reality... the process. Listen to your Mother not the Lies of the political filth that are your enemies. They are no longer hidden ... let yourself see them. The Honour of one warrior is the Honour of them all.

The role of the Artist has now become the role of the Warrior. As an Artist one can interpret through "inner" spiritual eyes and create and battle within the "outer". Create history through your living Art. Many are now doing exactly this....Charlie Daniels for example. You must make a decision while you still have that option ... doing nothing is making a decision and it is the wrong one. Ta

#172344 by FunkDealer
Mon May 07, 2012 5:43 am
Between the iron gates of fate,
the seeds of time were sown,
and watered by the deeds of those
who know and who are known;

knowledge is a deadly friend
when no one sets the rules.
the fate of all mankind i see
is in the hands of fools.

Epitaph-King Crimson
#172346 by Vampier
Mon May 07, 2012 6:02 am
...I thank you for your kind words on the War in Mexico Thread and for your Post here. King Crimson lyrics and music ...excellent either together or seperately. Philosophers in a way. The KaliYuga is almost finished ... The Age of Darkness. Mankind has now lost almost all it's "Divinity" The lowest point has been reached ... soon the great cataclysm and then the cycle begins anew ... hopefully. Good Fortune to you. Ta

#172347 by XhaDoW-6
Mon May 07, 2012 6:21 am
i think if i had someone writing lyrics to my music i would want them to write simuler to vampier maby more about time space and the univers thow

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