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Beyond the Green
04:26
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Each infant cruelty falls
as a puzzle
and in pebbles
we construct these walls
lined with incendiary passivity
at the war gates we shall torche the Earth
before we face the truth
where candles mark a frame of graves
burning dimly and sinking in tones of deep tangerine
with tired eyes and dull mind we'll glance briefly
at the sanguine sunset
and see no meaning
nor wick and wax
reacting with us
nor cloth and bottle
that burns but our throats
nor light or humanity
which ices our spine
Only nihil, beyond the green.
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Solace
03:10
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Disaffection
This ethereal light surrounds me
It molds the waves of time
Resounding around me
Head propped on a hand
Stapled to a larynx
Eyes weighed down in passing
by the color of despairing
And I eviscerate these thoughts
That sprint into my mind
Clear as water
Falling, falling
Falling back into line
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3. |
Slow Dose
04:20
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Bent of sinister isles
heads and hearts
incessently beating
in muse form, disseminated
her atavist declined into feeble shadows
that long for fingers clenched at sunset
delving into necrotic sleep which slithers
cold vines through each satin sheet on her skin
days which spun suffering in limpid knots untangled
in strenuous stillnesses, one by one
as the scenes above reverted to opiate,
warmth and to white
suddenly into nothing
nothing too sudden came
on cat's feet fear fled
into a pinhole's notion
of voice and meaning
and of the dead
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Glooming
01:02
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Falling between jade greens and the hues of fire
In the sepia kiln a mind rots without cause
Turned over like a stone
to suffocate the moss it grows
into darkness
asensory dreams
no cognition
beyond suffering
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5. |
Cracked Cedar Frame
08:37
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I see shining songs
and sorrows bent to will
I see glimmers of vanity
and purity singing
I see harmony and ruby fractals
in the eyes of euripides
Peering through the rays
the reflection of colors on sanded plateaus
now distorting into vacuum cyclones
a kaleidoscope which devours the cedar frame
marred by the fragments which scar palest notions
In glaz-ed eyes I see the sand take what it will
and the dirt lay still and unmoved upon this face
I unravel in strands of salt
to forcibly retain streaks of salene sorrow
to burn "I" in the fallout
and ice my soul in the nuclear winter
In which a barren rendition of inner silence is born
what is more
is the life of dead ownership
torn
reflected
reborn in the marrow of morrows
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Improvised Works Vol. 1
by McCann Painter
A brief exploratory release of two improvised pieces by McCann Painter, primary composer of Damien the Cat
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Improvised Works Vol. 2
by McCann Painter
A not-so-brief exploratory release of 4 improvised pieces involving McCann Painter.
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