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~coat of Arms~

COAT OF ARMS


Last night I couldn't sleep,for thinking only you...
As I wrapped in warm embrace,your spirit tinted blue
To oust away thine pangs,in hopes to see thee smile...
I'll yoke ye 'pon my shoulders,to carry through this mile

To trade your tears of sorrow,and see them shed in joy...
I'd jest for thine amusement,and be your favorite toy
For thine malady been expelled,I'd invoke it banished 'way...
Taking it 'pon mine self,so you've strength to seize th' day

Though I'm not an king,nor prince 'pon ivory steed...
Th' possessions I've procured here,are thine if felt th' need
I'll sweep thee off thy feet,if not familiar with th' waltz...
To breathe ye 'cross th' ballroom,as an feather floating 'loft

Mark mine words I state here,and hold me to their true...
I'll prove I 'steem thee precious,as unfeigned I surely do
Just promise me one thing,that next time when your down...
You'll wear these words as armor,'til I mend thy broken crown

~AZAZA~'09

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D-Day Th' Day Cometh

"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)


JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE


TO TH' POINT OF BREAK,OUR TOLERANCE IS STRETCHED TAUGHT
REASONING NOW DOUSED OF DEBAUCHERY,OUR EMPATHY WAXES FUTILE
WHEN 'TIS FULFILLED,WRATH WILL RESTORETH SIGHT OF TH' OBLIVIOUS
FOR TH' TRUTH OF THEIR PRURIENCE,SHALL PROVE THEMSELVES PRIMITIVE


TH' PERVERSION OF KNOWLEDGE,ONCE MORE AFFIRMS DESECRATION
BY ADORNING OF GRACE WE WERE REDEEMED...NOW LOOMS DEATH OF DIGNITY
LUXURY SPREADS IT'S ROOTAGE,SO OF IT'S VINES WE ARE ENTANGLED
EXPEL TO HELL THEIR WANTONESS,N' THEIR EGOSTIC DESIRES OF GAIN


ABORTED FROM OUR WOMBS OF PIETY,THEY NOURISHED NO REMORSE
ROES OF REPRISAL THEY HATH CONCEIVED,OF PROFITOUS FORNICATIONS
THEIR SURETY IN AFFLUENCE,SHALL CERTAIN THEIR CONCLUSION
WHEN DULY ACHIEVED COMETH...


...THEIR DAY OF DESTINATION!



~AZAZA~'09

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~damaged~

~DAMAGED~


TAUNTING OF YOUR SADIST WHISPERS,ECHO IN MY HEAD
CONSTANTLY REMINDING ME,OF YOUR DESECRATION INFUSED
MY SELF~ESTEEM RENDERED UNTO ME,IN RATIONS FOR OBEDIENCE
NUMBLY,I ENVISIONED A CHANGE...THAT WOULD NEVER COME

WHELPS 'PON MY SOUL,DEEPER THAN THOSE MY SKIN
YOUR MANIACAL BARRAGES,VIRTIGUOUSLY PERVADE MY SLUMBER
FOR WANT OF MY TEARS,YOU...CAUSED MY RETREAT OF LIFE'S LIVING
THOUGH I STILL TRY TO CLEAVE,FOR WANT OF AN ENDING MORE ELATIVE

FOR ALL TREASURE OF TH' EARTH,I WOULD NOT SUFFER YE 'GAIN
I USED TO BELIEVE TH' PAST,WOULD NOT DETERMINE MY TOMORROWS
BUT JADED I'VE BECOME,MY TRUST NOW OPPRESSED IN CONTEMPT
FOR THAT WHICH DIDN'T KILL ME,YOU...MADE ME HUNGER

BELITTLED N' BROKEN,I NOW STAND ALONE...
MY EMPATHY FOR YOUR NEXT PREY,I OFFER AS SACRIFICE FOR YOUR DEMISE
WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF,AMONGST TH' DEMONS OF YOUR IMPIETY...
FOR AS LONG AS I'M ALLOWED,I WILL SMILE INTO YOUR EYES...

...DAMAGED


©~AZAZA~'09

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La Gala Grandeur

~La Gala Grandeur~


Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid


Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing


Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey
No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable
Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata
Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace


This revel illimitable,is always available
Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation
With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend
It is but a matter my friend,of just when...


...is then



~Azaza~ June 19th,2010

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"v~o~v"

"V~O~V"


IF I WERE GRANTED FORTUNE N' FAME...
THOSE WHO CONSIDER ME LIABILITY,WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME LOVED
TH' SPILLING OF MY BLOOD,MIGHT EVEN BRING A STITCH OF COMPASSION
I'D NEVER BE ALONE,'LESS I REQUESTED ME LET BE


COMPANY DOES NOT LOVE MISERY,SO NOW I'M KEPT AT A DISTANCE
ALL I EVER WANTED OUT OF LIFE,WAS TO RECIEVE AS MUCH CARE AS I GIVE
BUT MOOT IS TH' FACT,THEY WANT ME OUT OF MIND N' VIEW
LITTLE IT IS KNOWN,OF TH' AFFLICTIONS I MUST ENDURE...FOR THEM


IF I WROUGHT MIRACLES AT WILL,TH' MEEK WOULD 'DEED RULE
SINS OF TH' SHAMELESS,WOULD ALL BE MADE KNOWN
A SILVER'D SCREEN OF TH' SKIES,WOULD DISPLAY THEIR DESECRATIONS
VICTIMS OF THEIR TRESSPASSES,WOULD DECIDE OF THEIR FATES


FAR FROM BEING PERFECT,I TOO...WOULD BE ASHAMED
BUT FOR SCARLET OF PAST BREACHINGS,I WOULD BEG FOR TH' BLANCHING
NEVER THAN LESS...THEIR WILL WOULD BE DONE
FOR FUTILE IS FORGIVENESS,IF NOT TRULY...


...IT IS WON



~AZAZA~'09

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~la' Luna De' Morte'~

~La' Luna De' Morte'~


As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss

Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee

Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve

Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...

...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!


~AZAZA~'09

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~shelter From Th' Storm~

~SHELTER FROM TH' STORM~


TWISTING INTO VORTEX,MY VISIONS VANISH TO NAUGHT
THUNDERHEADS ROLL VIOLENTLY,AS VORACIOUS DINS RING A TOLL
TH' DARKNESS...NOW FEEDS FEROCITY'S MAELSTROM
BURSTING AT MY SEAMS,TO CHALLENGE REALITY

STIGMATIC WOUNDS,PROFUSELY NOW POUR
LIFE BECOMES DEATH,AS I PLEAD FOR MY DELIVERANCE
REGRET OF MY BIRTH,FEEDS A YEARNING
FREEDOM ONCE AGAIN,FROM TORTURE...I PLEAD

DAMN MY MORTALITY,I DESIRE NO MORE
TO BE LOOSED FROM BOND OF FLESH,MY SPIRIT GROANS
A TRAUM'D PAST,WAXES NOSTALGIC
CONCEIVED ONCE MORE...THEN REBORN

DEMON'S SEED PLANTED AGAIN,SEARING RAIN BLEEDS
TH' STORM GALES TOSS ME,TO N' FRO' TO BREAK
THOUGH SEEK I A SHELTER,NOT ONE BEACON SHEWS
MINE EYES THAT KNEW BEAUTY,ARE NOW BLACK'ND BLIND

A WHIRLWIND NOW FORMS,DRAWING ME FORTH
DEBRIS PULVERIZES MY PSYCHE',AS IT SWALLOWS ME IN
ONE NOW WITH THIS CYCLONIC SATAN,I SEEK TO DESTROY
BUT AN EYE APPEARS FROM TH' CENTER...OF PUREST LIGHT

PIERCING MY HEART...RELIEF COMES AT LAST
TH' STORM NOW CEASED,I FALL AS I GASP
HANDS APPEAR 'NEATH ME,AS SAVED I'M AGAIN...
FROM CEASING LIFE'S BREATH...BY TH' TRUEST OF FRIENDS






©~AZAZA~'09

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~wounded~

~WOUNDED~


Please forgive me...


Sometimes th' hardships of life,devour Th' Lamb within
Strife n' cares of this world,often render me carnal
Pain and past failures,exhume hideous expressions of hate
Animosity it seems,pacifieth these insurrections too surely


Pardons are non~existant,in these upheavals of melancholy
The abandonings of my love,leaves my soul segregatious
Reckoning runs rampant,for seek of repression's remedy
For an cure for this curse,I long for th' day's dawning


My friends and lovers of fair,I beg your patience for my burdening
In th' finest moment in time,I hope we share bluest skies
For all hearts' desires granted,I would lay myself to rest
Even ones who loathe me,I would not allow their seclusion


If my truest of spirit and flesh,attain symmetry harmon'd...
You will see expressly how precious,you are to my delight'ng
But so many wounds exist,of battles long 'fore fought...
It is of a truth I am,from them all...dying



~AZAZA~'09

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My Pearlwithout Price

~MY PEARL WITHOUT PRICE~
 

MANY YEARS I SO SAILED,’PON TH’ LONELIEST OF SEAS...
SEARCHING VAST THEIR DEPTHS,FOR AN TREASURE MOST ELUSIVE...
NO FEAR NOR DOUBT WOULD DENY ME,WHAT DESTINY DETERMINED MINE...
‘VEN TH’ LEVIATHAN PERMITTED TO TEST ME,WOULD NOT STALL ME FROM MINE AIM...
 THROUGH AN TEMPEST MIGHTLY GALE’D,MINE SHIP WAST MADE KINDLED…
FOR DEAR’ST LIFE ON CROSSED REMNANT OF MINE MAST,I CLUNG MIDST TH’ TORRENTS...
TH’ WAVES CHASTENED ME SORE PUNISHED,AS MY SENSES WERE LOOSING THEIR GRASPS...
FADING FROM TH’ JET’ST BLACK TO LIGHT,I WAST SURE MY DEMISE HAD BEEN ORDERED DUE...
 WEARY’D I ‘WOKE TO DAWN,BY AN FINE’ST MIST ‘PON MINE FACE…
INTO TH’ BEYOND ‘FORE ME,GLEAMED AN MAJESTIC TAIL SLIP’D TO TH’ NAUT’...
‘HEAD OF IT’S LINGER’NG COURSE,AN EMERALD COAST STRAINED FORTH TH’ DISTANCE...
WITH ONLY TH’ STRENGTH OF MINE SPIRIT,MINE NUMB’D LIMBS TREADED HASTE’LY ON...
 CLOSER I MADE MY WAY,TO TH’ HEAVEN THANKFULLY BLESSED ME…
ALMOST OF IT’S GOLDEN SHORE,AN MOST FAMILIAR SEEMED SHELL LAY’D WIDE...
’TWAS MOST GRAND IN MY LENGTH OF JOURNEYS,THAT MINE EYES HAD NEVER EMBRACED...
SLIGHT OF STIR IN TH’ MIDST OF IT,WAST SOMETHING THAT YET MY MIND COULD’ST INDUCE...
 AS MINE FEET MADE HOST TH’ SAND,I FORWARD’D 'TORTH TH’ TREES…
INSIDE TH’ SHELL NOW EVIDENCED,TH’ MOST BEAUTY OF FORM GRACED PRECISE... 
MY SEARCH NOW EVER END’D SURE,”MY GOD,HOW MOST GREAT OF ALL ARTISTS...BE THEE!”...
“TH’ MOST PRECIOUS OF ALL THINE CREATIONS,IS MINE NOW AT LAST…MY ONE N’ ONLY…
 

…“PEARL WITHOUT PRICE!’
 

(‘~AZAZA’~)

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~of An Midnight Black~

~OF AN MIDNIGHT BLACK~


'TWAS TH' DARK'ST OF NIGHTS,BOURNE OF AN UN~HOLY EVE...
AS BLACK~FALL SEALED IT'S WOMB,TH' MOURNING SKY HAD SLIT IT'S VEINS
AN VENOMOUS MIST SPAT ASP'LY,'GAINST TH' PANES OF MINE HAUNT
OF NO QUESTION I CONFIRMED,THIS AFFAIR WOULD BE NICHE'D IN ARCANITY

MI'OL GRAN'DAD CHIMED,PROUD N' TRUE~11~12...13!?...AS TIME STOOD STILL...
AN DEATHLY SILENCE SHRIEKED,SPEAR'NG THROUGH MY SKULL'S SOCKETS
TH' PAIN THEN BORED TO BASIS,AS IT LOCKED LEECHLY TO ME IT'S HOST
IN AN SUDDEN STROKE OF TRANCE,MY FEAR WAS FORMED INTO FEROCITY

TH' WALLS WHICH HAD CONFINED ME,BURST AGAPED TO OBLIVION...
APPROACHING FROM TH' DISTANCE,GUTTERAL GROWLS SPLICED TH' STILL
AN JET PENUMBRA LUNGED,STEAMING FROM TH' GRAVE DEPTH'S FRIGIDITY
WITH NONE FEELING FOR FLIGHT,I LEAPT DETERMINED FOR TH' CLASH

GNARLED DIGITS GRASPED FIXLY,TO DENY ME MINE BREATHS...
CRIMSON SPARKS SPEWED,WITH EACH BLOW I SEQUENCED TO IT'S FORM
BLOODY FUME REVEALED MY RIVAL'S IDENTITY...TH' ONE TOO FAMILIAR FOE
AS VISIONS OF HIS PURGED PREY,APPENDED ME AN HATRED SMITHED BLADE

WITH EACH HEW I RENDERED,SOULS GUSHED FROM OPEN WOUNDS...
ADHERING THEMSELVES TO MY BEING,AS ATTENDANTS FOR MINE SCOURGE
AS TH' BEAST'S PATE BECAME SEVERED,HIS CLUTCH WAS THEN RELEASED
OF THAT MIDNIGHT MOST BLACK,I WAS JUSTICE...WELL SERVED


~AZAZA~'09