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I am excessive heat unbound,
most sacred passion to be found
I'm unrestrained mountain springs,
foamy waves turned into wings
Inside untamed waters abound -
ferocious rivers... fertile, loud...
I am consumed in slow combustion,
by stewing hopes, and dreams, and passion...
I am an ancient queen at heart,
a Dacian princess wrapped in cloth...
And it's my old barbarian blood,
that turns stale love to raging flood
Written by Medana on October 24, 2001
Influences: CURRENT MOON about the moon:
Sounds Like: Metamorphosis
'Brink Of Heaven'
June 13, 2002
June 25, 2002
July 20, 2005
...of rapture and sorrow,
and the beauty in each...
I tracked the Moon down its wan path,
in times of mystery and death
Love was that weak Achilles' heel
I'd hardened and covered in steel:
the arrow aimed where I was frail,
calamitous on its death trail
Illusive ghost of chrysal past,
bright fantasy too frail to last,
I still recall that yesterday
of blizzard days bloomed into May:
floating in worlds beyond disguise,
I ran to you peeled of all lies...
Love of my life, was it not true
that we were one only when two?
Did you forget our timeless bond,
that ocean we drowned in a pond?
The force of heavens hitting ground,
left angels frozen and astound...
The skies swirled into funnel clouds,
mourning with thunderbolt-like shouts...
Murderous stars and suns black-holed
to heinous darkness, lewd and cold
The universe expanded, black,
retching its heart on the way back
Billions of ions raged in pain,
chaogenous, livid, insane...
I had to rip apart each cell,
and bring each atom back from hell...
The wounded flesh aged brittle, bleak,
and even Eden faded, weak...
I wandered then, lifeless and pale
catastrophe on a small scale
Birds sang requiems dusk to dawn,
grieving the light and warmth now gone
Yet truth shone delicate but real,
diamond-like hard under the peel
Repudiating blooded tears
raged voiceless on the spool of fears -
avenging, mutilating hands
broke helpless on resplendent sands
Old anger melted in the heat
of heathen nights on a bruised street...
Hallucinations of my mind
reversed iced walls liquid and kind...
My heart exhaled in a hurt urn
as entombed ashes that still burn...
I blossomed, then, against my will,
breaking a balance I kept still...
Frightened of hope and new belief,
I cried the first breath of relief...
When you called with encrypted voice,
speaking of tragedy and choice,
fragmented worlds collapsed and grew
imprisoned spheres out of their blue...
Spun and wound into emotion,
as time stretched, split in slow motion,
I felt the calling of your skin
in sighs of passion from within
Giving in to all desires
once strangled in dreadful mires,
our touch, rapturously sublime,
withered away old thoughts of crime
The night unchained billions of souls
entrapped between extreme, iced poles:
each overloaded split of second,
mystic, dilated as it happened,
expanded its voluptuous healing
with hallowed gleams across the ceiling...
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This was initially a trillogy... I wrote Metamorphosis, then Metamorphosis Reversed Part I and Part II... lolol... Once I came back to the rhyme years later, I cut thru it a lot and decided to comprise them into one poem, that has more balance of light and dark, rather than it be 75ain and 25etribution... lolol...
The poem is inspired by a very unusual connection that made me change a massive part of who I was and what i believed in... it is what caused me to open my atheist mind to a spiritual realm, thru a very traumatic out of body experience that took me months if not years to process fully... i remeber that as a child i longed to believe in soemthing, and had asked to be shown in a way where i could feel and taste it... i guess we do get what we ask for, when we are ready to deal with it... lolol
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