Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

by the pale moonlight

Did you ever dance with the devil?

I say that to all my victims.  I just like the sound of it.

What a joker.

Energies burn through me
Navigating hurricanes in flux
Echoes resound
though the voice never heard
forever astray
in search of my way

The infinites of the Universe
Like the beauties of women
endlessly enchanting
Provide

If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning.

My day has come
I am the one
the lizard
crowned eternally

Celebrate the joy of living
The rush of blood
from stem to stern
the self-created colors of our subjective reality
goddammit

Be the essence of creation
Rattle your foundations
To the Rhythm of our Beat

I crave your lips, your kiss, your tender caress.  I shouldn't let myself think about you, but I seem unable to elude your damned enchantments.  Why do you torment me so?

I will retreat back to my lair, waiting for your word, your move, your evocation.

You are a cruelty.

Malinov

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