origins (demo) by imaadwasif
Origins
I’m aligned with the higher vibrations
In the chords there’s no hesitation
Brought me back from a known extinction
Flicker forth
Looking out over cliffs and chasms
Origins of a life-long imbalance
Seeping in to my hollow delusions
Flicker forth
Who’ll tame the waves of electricity?
Who’ll be the beacon for me?
Who’ll guide by lantern and by degrees?
Throughout the violence
Voltage is silent
Flowing through her beauty
I thought love would grow dead and twisted
Poison-filled in a dimming instant
At the source when I’m feeling wicked
It flickers forth
Who’ll tame the waves of electricity?
Who’ll be the beacon for me?
Who’ll guide by lantern and by degrees?
Throughout the violence
Voltage is silent
Flowing through her beauty
4.04.2012
REMAINS
remains (demo) by imaadwasif
Remains
I bled the
pendant that she gave me as a going away present
Can you blame me
for being numb?
Drops of colors fall and fill the spectral imagery
Drops of colors fall and fill the spectral imagery
Painted by tears
from the orbs of a muse whose womb is barren
I couldn’t say
goodbye
I knelt down but
she wouldn’t take the note that carried my confession
Written in
blood-flow and semen
If I was
sickening to you then at least now we’re even
I saw a hawk
feasting on the remains of a lone pigeon
I approached, it
was not fazed but transfixed by the incision
Made by a beak, resembling a phallus
When it flew
away I picked up the chain of bones and built you a palace
It still stands
as a shrine to our division
These trembling
fingers made of porcelain
Has the fever pitch plateaued?
I tap the veins
to our telepathy lest the urges be controlled
But when the
emptiness feels this wide, I can’t pretend
I need the
energy, all your
energies to rape the idyll
I’m a vampire
for the reverie
4.02.2012
1.28.2012
NOISE POP 2012
I...W..in the guise of EF will be opening for Atlas Sound at Noise Pop 2012. This will be as stark nay orchestral minimal as it gets, EGGspect new songs, through the spectrum of tonalism and noise, a Duchampian myth "comparable to the Marquis de Sade’s bid to sadists—relief from formal restraints, accountability, guilt, and shame," less paroxysm, less black dahlia manifestation, more color, more joy, electric flower stripped of its petals? Rockers beware, no rock to be found at this show, other spectral sides.
