Sunday. bloody darkday, drink!
A swig of bittersweet
And learn to see
From here to infinity…
Flesh by: God
Sight by: Iliad
Paint by: Ploy
Offering by: Christy
Light by: Apollo
Shadows by: Hades
Wardrobe by: Spinsters
Shot with a: Canon
Carry the light,
-Iliad Alexander Terra
T’is for us men to own our right,
For there nary a woman doth come forth
Who’d warm our souls but our own might.
Yet, what is man but a flesh shell
Were it not for the sinews of his act.
But I stand here disabused of my illusions,
Under a blanket of bitter cold
aglow with fire-hardened cauterized resolutions.
No more will I allow my precious vow to sell
Nor trampled upon my temple’s divine pact.
So trace with your reptilian guile
upon the parchment of your deceit,
and inscribe in blood-gore thy wont thus vile.
But the flames shall burn brighter still
And the stars will yet alight intact.
-Iliad Alexander Terra
“Did you”-
“No!”
“But”-
“I already told you”
“So?”
“So what? Oh… I don’t give a damn!”
“I knew”-
“You know nothing!”
“How can you?”
“I heard her…”
“So did I!”
“But we heard two different things…our own projections”-
“Your mumbo-jumbo psychobabble pseudo-intellectual crap again? Didn’t you get burned by that before? Fool and his folly! What else is there?”
“Stop it! I can’t take your sarcasm.”
“Sorry… What do you want to do now?”
“Look at the wall, watch it peel. Here!”
“What is it?”
“I just finished it.”
“Don’t.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“It’s always”-
“Different! It’s different now…”
“Why do you give so much importance to Hillary and Obama? They’re not the instigator nor progenitors of the crime. They’re faceless puppets in the river of sorrow that’s the fate of humanity, a struggle for substance in a mystery called life. They’re nothing!”
“Precisely my dear!”
“You still haven’t answered.”
“…I’m watching the paint peel…and reveal the substance beyond the veil, sick of the façade, sick of it… Behind the smiles and polished rhetoric, behind the lunacy pervading every nuanced violence…behind every failed enterprise is the simple truth…the silent cry, the untold scream – can’t you hear it?”
“I can… Let me see it. The Road?”
“Can I read you a passage?”
“I’d love you to.”
“But…bear in mind that your so-called faceless puppets bathe in the blood of untold children, counter the flow of life, arrest futures unmet, and bode unimaginable spiritual bankruptcy in each act.”
“No, I won’t bear that in mind. I will call it what it is: murder of the unborn – but we digress, read.”
“Digression is not transgression nor naked aggression, the euphemism of eugenics dubbed a ‘woman’s choice’!”
“Will you read the passage already?”
“Yeah. It brought me to my knees, but I have no needs, only seeds for you to heed. So spread my humble deed through enchanted Midas’ reed”-
“Read!”
“Cute!”
‘He knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he’s not the word of God God never spoke.’ – passage from The Road by Cormac McCarthy
…It’s not a choice, it’s a religion…
-IAT
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Peace,
-Iliad A. Terra
…It’s been raining nonstop,
My heart goes out to America, to her fading glory,
To all those folks who had gathered in front of the White House
Hoping to save this extinguishing torch for their children…
And I think of my father… buried six feet under, in this rain.
Isn’t he cold? …that dream…
So here’s a song to keep us warm with tears lost in the rain…
…And to lost fathers and strong sons,
To weak mothers,
And gentle daughters,
To the feeble, huddled under plastic tarps and damp blankets in the cold,
And to a frightened President already tired…
Translation from Hebrew:
“Night of stars, the sun has risen
You sit there, staring at the darkness
An hour passes, a day and a year
And you are still waiting for him.
An hour passes, a day and a year,
And you are still lost, blinded in the faith.
The fruit of your garden, you shall ask for,
Who will tell you, and you will reply?
Your pain is hard, and the days pass by,
You are left alone, want to believe,
That the time is coming near,
The time when he promised to come back.”
-Iliad Alexander Terra