Die geheimen Tagebücher von einer verderbten Existenz

Behind these gates you will hear my thoughts screaming like nerves under the sun and feel my emotion laughing to the empty ether.
Welcome Dear Wanderer, make yourself at home.
The road is long and tortuous and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Fraternally Yours,
Poison Creeper

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

We Float

We wanted to find love
We wanted success
Until nothing was enough
Until my middle name was excess
Somehow I lost touch
When you went out of sight
When you got lost into the city
Got lost into the night
I was in need of help
Heading to blackout
Till someone told me run on in honey
Before somebody blows your goddamn brains out
You shoplifted as a child
I had a model's smile
You carried all my hopes
Until something broke inside
But now
We float
Take life as it comes
We float
Take life as it comes
So will we die of shock?
Die without a trial?
Die on Good Friday?
While holding each other tight
This is kind of about you
This is kind of about me
We just kinda lost our way
We were looking to be free
But one day
We'll float
Take life as it comes
We'll float
Take life as it comes
But one day
We'll float
Take life as it comes


Thursday, 18 June 2009

Smash HLS

Can you hear the victim's scream,
Cambridgeshire constabulary protects rapists in the ranks of their forces
And evil fucking scientists

Murder in the name of progress,
500 animals die at HLS everyday
Just another statistic of Animal Abuse.

Benefits Multinationals,
Cosmetics, petrochemicals, GM food
In the end it's killing me & you.

CHORUS
Smash HLS close the fucking place down
Smash HLS what about Porton Down
Animal Rights will never go underground

What does this abuse achieve?
Eyelids sewn up bodies cut up, electrodes through the head
War is waged on Animals.

It's a war on people too
With products that kill
Useless waste Vivisection.

Well it's the way of the fucking system
Backed up by police state
So we can't act before it's too late.

You don't wanna be preached to about
Animal Rights you think it's a load of
Liberal Middle Class shit.

Boycotting products, choosing alternatives,
Spreading information, raising funds,
Are ways of saving animals lives.

Protest, resist, don't be intimidated
if they label you “terrorist”,
remember you are the ALF

"The Cloud Song"

The Black Cloud gathers smothers my Brain
As i cry another tear in this struggle of Pain
Another hurdle to clear is it all the same
Is the conquest of pain my only Aim?

The Pain has got to Stop, it's eating into me,
My apathy upholds this misery,
this hatred for myself will Destroy me
If i don't to give it the love it needs

Have you ever realised you must love Yourself
if you don't than can you love anybody else?
Nobody can reach you through your personal hell
Youll just eat yourself away in your tourtured shell

Rudimentary Peni

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Sacco & Vanzetti

This appeared in The Industrial Worker (Spokane, Seattle Aug. 20, 1927)

Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti were arrested outside Boston in 1920 and charged with robbing and killing a shoe factory paymaster and his guard. Though a prosecutor insisted they would be tried for murder and "nothing else," their radical politics remained a focus of the 1921 trial. Judge Webster Thayer, whose bias against the two men surfaced repeatedly, denied the first motion for a new trial in October 1924. In the years that followed he would deny five other motions. In late 1925, new evidence surfaced that gave the Sacco-Vanzetti defense new grounds for an appeal: a convicted murderer told Sacco he committed the South Braintree murders. But Thayer again denied the motion for a new trial, finding that the confession was untruthful. The battle to save Sacco and Vanzetti ended when they were executed in the electric chair on August 23, 1927.

In the months leading up to the execution, every issue of the Industrial Worker contained an update on the two including calls for strikes, editorials on the trials and the authorities involved, and even comments by the convicted anarchists. One of the most moving pieces is a poem by the two, called "Last Will":

Prologue:
We, Sacco and Vanzetti, sound of body and mind,
Devise and bequeath to all we leave behind,
The worldly wealth we inherited at our birth,
Each one to share alike as we leave this earth.

To Wit:
To babies we will their mothers’ love,
To youngsters we will the sun above.
To spooners who wont to tryst the night,
We give the moon and stars that shine so bright.
To thrill them in their hours of joy,
When boy hugs maid and maid hugs boy.
To nature’s creatures we allot the spring and summer,
To the doe, the bear, the gold-finch and the hummer.
To the fishes we ascribe the deep blue sea,
The honey we apportion to the bustling bee.
To the pessimist—good cheer—his mind to sooth,
To the chronic liar we donate the solemn truth.

And Lastly:

To those who judge solely seeking renown,
With blaring trumpets of the fakir and clown;
To the prosecutor, persecutor, and other human hounds,
Who’d barter another’s honor, recognizing no bounds,
To the Governor, the Jury, who another’s life they’d sell—
We endow them with the fiery depths of HELL!(Indust. Wrkr., Aug. 20, 1927)

In the issue after the execution there was a full page memorial to the two fallen martyrs. It contained a final editorial on the trial and the last message written by Vanzetti.

Friday, 12 June 2009

Independence





Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn?
Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn?
Are the streams in full song? Do the woods whisper hush
Is it the nightingale? Is it the thrush?
Is it the smile of the autumn, the blush
Of the spring? Is the world full of peace or alarms?
Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms!

Come to my arms, though the hurricane blow.
Thunder and summer, or winter and snow,
It is one to us, one, while our spirits are curled
In the crimson caress: we are fond, we are furled
Like lilies away from the war of the world.
Are there spells beyond ours? Are there alien charms?
Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms!

Come to my arms! is it life? is it death?
Is not all immortality born of your breath?
Are not heaven and hell but as handmaids of yours
Who are all that enflames, who are all that allures,
Who are all that destroys, who are all that endures?
I am yours, do I care if it heals me or harms?
Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms!

Aleister Crowley


Tango For the concession of the suspender princess

You come before me in heels of silver
Disguised in seams restrained in heels
You kneel before me compelled to follow
In girdle clenched confined to please

Your skin detained in corset’s embrace
In stockings wed thou shall concede
Your lust extends beyond conventions
Excess shall quench your burning needs

Your legs concealed in silken nylon
My conscience cleansed your skin undressed
Your soul unbound consents compliance
Conceive yourself embrace excess

You kneel beside me in strings of bondage
You kneel before me compelled and graced
Surrendered princess dressed in stockings
Suspender princess hourglass shaped

II- Les soupirs de Babylone rouge.

Ô Babylone ton cœur est empli de fiel
Comme ces âmes où tu sèmes ta haine,
Et dans la seine qui serpente ton antre
Tu verses le sang des innocents.

Ô Babylone tu exhibes dans tes rues
Les corps de tes enfants lascifs et nus,
Dans la luxure et le vice tu les broies
Et dans le sang de Bacchus tu les noies.

Ô Babylone tu vomis ton orgueil
Le souffle violent de ton verbe est blasphème,
Et tes sinistres tours invectivent le ciel
Et déversent un acerbe venin.

Ô Babylone dans tes caves se prélasse
La plèbe asservie par l'opium des masses,
Et au son de ta flûte tu diriges le flot
De ces rats que tu mènes au tombeau.

Ô Babylone tu couves sous ton aile
Le lucre cupide avide de misère,
Tes yeux noirs brillent d'un soleil froid
Quand tes serres transpercent ta proie.

Ô Babylone tu murmures dans les airs
D'envoûtantes litanies amères,
Qui conduisent les plus purs esprits
Sur les sombres traces de Caïn.

Ô Babylone des vices tu te nourris
Assis à la table du mal,
Insatiable des cœurs en sursis
Le feu de tes péchés consume ton âme.

JEHANN CORVUS

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

How Is Your Heart?




during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.

Charles Bukowski


Love and Hate

Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one,
Nor turn to me thy face;
The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down
Ere I will give thee grace.
Take thou thy shadow from my path,
Nor turn to me and pray;
The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing
Ere I will bid thee stay.
Turn thou away thy false dark eyes,
Nor gaze upon my face;
Great love I bore thee: now great hate
Sits grimly in its place.
All changes pass me like a dream,
I neither sing nor pray;
And thou art like the poisonous tree
That stole my life away.

Elizabeth Siddal

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

Rosy Star Tears From Heaven - C93

Once I read and so I thought
(Firstly the red dragon rises in the east)

So I sat and still I thought
(Then the white dragon rises from the north)

I start to walk, and my mind turns
(Out of clouds a smokish dragon rises from the west)

It seems to me the world's dying
(Smiling teeth and black dragon rises in the south)

Whilst rosy stars fall from heaven
(Turn to starry roses in greening grasses)

Burnt burning smiles lovers' tokens
(Soft white breasts unveiling nature)

My mother sighs, my father lies
(With scattered pebbles dying horses)

The moon is violent, violent and vaporous
(Seas of horses and buildings tumble! )

Once I read and so I thought
(Firstly the red dragon rises in the east)

I shall move and still I'll think
(Then the white dragon rises from the north)

All this world - such a bind
(Out of clouds a smokish dragon from the west)

It seems to me people smile
(Smiling teeth and black dragon rises in the south)

Whilst rosy stars fall from heaven
(Turn to starry roses in green grass)

Burnt burning smiles lovers' tokens
(Soft white breasts unveiling nature)

My mother sighs, my father lies
(Scattered pebbles the world falls)

The moon is violent, violent and vaporous
(Seas of horses part for me)

Starlight Dance

By Douglas Pierce

You are an illumination in the night.
The brightest of stars only I can see.
Your radiance fills the darkness of night
With a glow that beckons to me to look on.
The shimmer of your vivaciousness teases my senses
Giving me a well of hope for the future.
I am a moon in love with a star.
Your brilliance is reflected off me and I glow with love.
There would be darkness without you.
An unseen mass hurtling through space
Never was a star more appreciated than yours.
The heavens belong to us,
let us dance through time together.

Quicksand



Deamons and marvels
Winds and tides
Far away already, the sea has ebbed
And you
Like seaweed slowly carressed by the wind
In the sands of the bed you stir, dreaming
Deamons and marvels
Winds and tides
Far away already, the sea has ebbed
But in your half-opened eyes
Two small waves have remained
Deamons and marvels
Winds and tides
Two small waves to drown me

J.Prevert

Saturday, 6 June 2009

Fields

Dresden burning in the night
Coventry is still alight
Above the blood the pain and fire
There is a sign, we're ruled by liars

She took me from the village square
Through fields the colour of her hair
Where hammers crossed point to the sky
And fathers brothers and lovers lie

She stopped and turned to look at me
But in her eyes no hate I see
She said for me please, and all the others
No more wars amongst brothers

Friday, 5 June 2009

To A Skylark


UP with me! up with me into the clouds!
For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me, up with me into the clouds!
Singing, singing,
With clouds and sky about thee ringing,
Lift me, guide me till I find
That spot which seems so to thy mind!


By: William Wordsworth
Excerpt From: To A Skylark


A Thing of Beauty



A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.


By: John Keats
From: A Thing of Beauty

Thursday, 4 June 2009


The UK based band Ostara (formerly Strength Through Joy) consists of vocalist/guitarist Richard Leviathan with a changing supporting cast. The first album ‘Secret Homeland’ despite some minor industrial characteristics was a rather straight forward neo folk based album that sounded fairly similar to the bands earlier work as STJ, whereas the bands sophomore release ‘Kingdom Gone’ introduced a more noticeable rock and electronic element into the bands music, but with still a neo folk underscore. In 2003 Ostara released their third album ‘Ultima Thule’ and the rock and electronic elements increased with very little neo folk influence left. Finally in 2005 they released ‘Immaculate Destruction,’ and at this point Ostara had established themselves as a full band and had taken on a heavy rock sound with lots of solos, electronics, and plenty of catchiness to boot.



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1) Rome is a Luxembourgian neofolk/martial industrial act on the Cold Meat Industry label.

It was founded in late 2005 as the main output for the songs of Jerome Reuter and joined by Patrick Damiani in early 2008. Rome signed to Cold Meat Industry in 2006 and has since released an E.P. entitled Berlin (June 2006) and three full-length albums: Nera (November 2006), Confessions d’Un Voleur d’Ames (April 2007) and Masse Mensch Material (March 2008).

Rome encorporates experimental with neofolk styles, creating a fresh combination of sounds - guitar work, martial percussion and samples, new wave and pop melodies. The songs evoke memories of love and death, with the reoccurring themes of faith and despair, guilt and grief, might and war.