The Appetite Of The Beast otherwise known as Give It To Me by Beggars At The Gate is a song which explores the concept of the beast. The beast, a concept embodied in the conjuring of Satan, Lucifer, and other mystical creations. Is it a manifestation of evil? Does evil in fact, exist? The qualities … Continue reading “THE APPETITE OF THE BEAST”
The Sun Ignites The Darkened Trails of Laurel Canyon by Beggars At The Gate, otherwise known as Manic Messiah. Laurel Canyon is located in the Hollywood Hills region of the Santa Monica Mountains, in the Western District of Los Angeles, California. Laurel Canyon is the subject of a book by Dave McGowan, titled “Weird Scenes … Continue reading “THE SUN IGNITES THE DARKENED TRAILS OF LAUREL CANYON”
THE EMPIRES THAT HAVE FALLEN THE DREAMS THAT LEFT, AWAKENED THE PROMISES, FORESAKEN THE SCENES OF GOLDEN FIELDS — FROM THE BREATH OF INNOCENTS TO KNAVES WITH POLISHED STEEL WAITING AT THE BANISTER, A NEW BEAST TO BE REVEALED BUT, YOU WERE THERE, UNSPOKEN PERHAPS, BLOODED, BEAT, AND BROKEN WHEN BABYLON WAS … Continue reading “AND THE WORLD WILL WASH AWAY”
IN THE DARKEST OF NIGHT, DEEPEST OF HOURS, STARS ROBBED OF THEIR LIGHT THE PALE MOON, DEVOURED YET, THE DARKEST OF NIGHT NEW LOVERS ARE SHAKEN HEARTS FIND CARESS, SUDDEN, AWAKENED FROM SOMETHING COMES EVERYTHING, THE SHARP, CHURNING SEAS, THE SOFT SUMMER WIND, THE WHOLE WORLD, CONCEIVED FROM NOTHING CAME SOMETHING, ARE BUT SCANDALOUS LIES … Continue reading “EVERYTHING COMES FROM SOMETHING”
A TOWN A NORTH O’ SURREY, THE RAIN, IT CAME, A FURY, OVERRAN THE QUARRY; FOR DAYS, WITHOUT RETREAT AN INVASION OF HIS GRANDUER, IT SOAKED THROUGH ALL THE RAFTERS, INFESTED THE PILASTERS, AS HIS HOLLOW, INSANE LAUGHTER — UPON THE CAMBRIDGE STREETS THEN, BEGAN THE SADNESS, THE MELANCHOLY VIOLENCE, LOST, AND THEN, … Continue reading “HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED”
MAGNETIC STREET AIR IT COMES WITH A BEAT, YO! NOVEMBER HARD WINDS CUTTING SHARP LIKE A SPARROW SERPENTINE GREASE WAFFLES OUT OF THE BISTRO SLITHERS ‘LONG WINDS ON DOWN TO THE PEEP SHOW THE WINTER SUN YAWNS RECLINES LIKE A WIDOW RED STREAMING SKY PAINTED ON LIKE AN EASEL LIFE RATTLES ON A STORM SHAKING … Continue reading “A FIFTH AVENUE SLIDE”
SO, WHAT YOU BELIEVE AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF THE PEOPLE WHO LIVED, AND DIED, LONG AGO? A WINTER’S BRIGHT MORN’, FIRST FALL OF SNOW AS COMES EVERY STORM, IT PASSES AND FLOWS FOR EVERY THORN, THAT FALLS FROM THE ROSE FOR EVERY NEW BORN, THE HEAVENS AGLOW AWAKE, IN THE REALM, ALL MANNER … Continue reading “IT’S THERE IN THE AETHER”
