Alright everyone just like we promised here is the Nov/Dec issue of Cryptic Inscriptions.It's not as huge as the previous issue,but it still has a decent amount of material for you guys to check out.We hope you enjoy:
Reviews by Joe:
OM "Variations on a Theme" LP, ISIS "Oceanic" LP and Remains "Ruin Repeat" Demo
Reviews by Masami:
The Current Group "Plateau Meridians" LP and Memoryhouse "The Years" LP
Poems by Joe:
Self Proclaimed Martyr,As the Dead Walk Among Us and An Ocean Drift
Poems by Masami:
Therapy, As Stray Stars Wander About,The Woods of Abandon and Puzzled Pieces in the Pipers Paradox
New issue is being conceived.That's all for now see you in 2013 maybe?
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Puzzled Pieces in the Pipers Paradox
Puzzled Pieces in the Pipers Paradox
Beasts
in heat beat their aching breasts, Suckling like children off the nipples of
mother nature, Blissful as the wandering hermit who sits alone in a damp cave
beside the rising mists of a flowing waterfall, His body still as the earth
beneath our feet, With eyes serenely shut as the floating gaze of those who
gently sleep..... Awakened! By the bellowing voices of pounding drums, &
they dance ecstatically around the crackling flames of this roaring fire,
Wildly chanting in echoes the goddesses sacred name, & a priestess stands
before the foggy veil of these rising fumes of smoke, Drifting..... A visionaries
mask painted across her ancient face, Ingesting the sacrament to view beyond
time & space, An internal lycanthropy, a mental transfiguration, atavism of
a primal essence. That feral fox flying through a forest of mirrors, but slowly
they dissipated into a foggy shade. Black as the waters at the bottom of a
lagoon. That darkening cynicism cloaking us like nuns from that bare paradise
we'd once called Eden...... & Scribbling these notes in a little black book
that he'd kept close to his breast.He captured these memories through an opened
lens, That doorway these strangers had left ajar, Flowing with rhythms &
riddles enigmatic as this scene. Waking up in a cold sweat to realize it had
all been a dream......
An Ocean Drift
An
Ocean Drift
As I
immerse into the ocean drift letting myself go on my own free will. Connecting
with the elements around me I float to a better place. Away from the
constraints and the chains that hold me back I break free with every stroke
that I take. Seemingly endless waves block my paths, but I break past the
intensity. Calmly I embrace things that are to come, challenging obstacles head
on with the water as my guide. The place where life began. Should it end? There’s never really an end, just a new
beginning. Waves crashing on my face, I submerge in a state of unconsciousness.
The Woods of Abandon
The Woods of Abandon
The
sky is clear today, & What sobering beauty was felt through this open
horizon! Yet your
center was distant... For in this sphere I feel so far from the hand of warmth!
With a touch so tender... & a soothing voice calm as the cascading waves of
this azure ocean, Magnetize my mind with the simple grace that is your natural
charm..... So kiss this evening goodnight, As you tip your hat to the moon,
& You radiate with a quirky aura of laughter, Glowing like the earth
beneath this golden sun, Humbly bowing as the crimson mountainsides, With that
sense of serenity felt as you spin in circles amongst the trees,Deeply inhaling
those fresh aromas of sap, oak, & pine..... & Oh how childhood hours of
darkness led me to wander in these woods of abandon! Where not even the crowscould
perch upon our upturned brows.....
As the Dead Walk Among Us
As
the Dead Walk Among Us:
Parading
the streets, eyes locked in a gaze mesmerized by achievements that are far off
pipe dreams in the land of atonement. Paralyzed by an illusion, the stones are
set in place as the gatekeeper holds onto the keys of everlasting happiness. A
key that we all have, but yet are unaware of, material needs are but only
tangible objects filling the void of the intangible that we all fail to see.
As Stray Stars Wander About
As Stray Stars Wander About
There lies a hidden temple
beneath the black earth. Concealed within the forgotten chasms of this third eye. A
pyramid arched towards those vague constellations where stray stars wander about. As
Anubis points his pale finger to the shadowy depths below,these cyclical sands sifting
upwards & downwards, like the bellowing lungs of hungry tornadoes caught in this
shifting hourglass, & as the hour peaks its head over the lands they scurry like a million
mice over the plains of this barren desert..... & bloodstains the sands, Placing a Promethean
gift in your upturned hand.Set slashes the throat of Osiris,that radiant heart of the sun.
Only to have his breast pierced by the spear of Horus, oh how the cycle rolls on like a
gamblers pair of dice. For when Pandora's box has been opened this reflection will no
longer appear as a recognizable recollection.....
Self Proclaimed Martyr
The
Self Proclaimed Martyr
Begging
for attention, begging for salvation, leading others on the blind leading the
blind, the reaper sows the fields of everlasting contradiction. Seeds of
millions grow to repeat the same foolish mistakes.
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