Rabbits pt. 3

Little rabbit burning bright
It is upon your heart I wish tonight
To see it stop
To see it cease
Won’t you pull the covers up
‘round my cheeks?


Who are you, mr. rabbit
That you stab me with static eyes
Accusing

Who are you, my dear friend rabbit
To chastise?

(A little bit of a difference in process here. The first stanza was written on Wednesday, and the last two were written on Thursday. I realize that on first glance they seem like they ought to be divided, with latter half being part four, but I can't shake the feeling that they belong together somehow...)

new music

i'm writing music again.

its been an interesting return, with a number of triggering factors. i cant seem to isolate which factor has had the most impact, but the larger amount of free time is probably the most responsible.

click here to download - via yousendit - the first (semi)complete track i've done in more than six months.
shadowclast - belie.mp3


three demos from the past few weeks:
shadowclast - black curtain.mp3
shadowclast - gather.mp3
shadowclast - the seventh hell.mp3

and just for comparison, the last complete song i wrote, 6-8 months ago - apparently it was bad enough to put me on hiatus, let me know what you think:
shadowclast - at rest.wav (warning: this a .wav, big download)

listening to it again for the first time in awhile, its not a horrible song. the melodies are totally irritating to me, but the rhythmic elements are cool. still proud of those.

i'm in talks with another netlabel about the possibility of doing another web-release over the summer and releasing it early fall. keep on the lookout for that and, as always, hit me up with criticism.

in other news, rabbits pt. 3 is on its way.

Rabbits pt. 2

And there was a rabbit on a crucifix with Mary Magdelene
And they were surveying the promised land

With smiles, eager glances and knowing looks
I know they congratulated each other on Judas’ death

And of course, I also know that they weren’t really smiling

Just the two of them, wooden beams supporting flesh and hare-hair
And I suppose they hanged there

until a great white hand snatched them from their plight and took them off to heaven where they ate pies and drank blue wine under a pink moon and sang “Amazing Grace”

Or something




(pt. 2 of these quick and unedited stream-of-consciousness poems. structure subject to change, actual content won't be messed with)

Rabbits pt. 1

Beyond a function is an unfunction and behind an unfunction is
A rabbit
Smiling heavily at me in purple fields growing velvet corn
Swaying in a breeze visible and black

Beyond this window is a name and behind the name lies
A creeping rabbit
Face adorned with extra teeth and fluid, ears pointed at a sky
Bleeding because it has no name

And there’s the moon and behind the moon are several men standing or sitting thinking of

Rabbits









(Written 5-26, 4:21 PM - no edits. Part one of Rabbits)

the last

Bygones will not be bygones
Until winds swallow you and
Imprison you in western lands

Where the earth is cracked and empty
And the sun never rises, only sets
And you are lacking swords and hands


A rustle of feathers, buried in the oily sea


Left to wander, parched and dust-like
Over the ashes of this burned Rome
Until your feet find seven hills and climb

Over just more rocks and rubble
Banished, you are the last of the last
And sentenced to life after time


You have no eyes


A blade of dry grass, still rooted
In something somehow, provides once-lost
Glimmers of hope, but you pluck it, snatch it up and admire its fading green beauty



And on top of the seventh hill is the flower of ebony that was planted in Eden
Roots deep in the life-stream, sucking the
Last vestiges of vitality and dimming the light of heaven

The rusting deathflower
Petals coarse and dry like your lips
Your dusty lips

And you plucked the last blade of grass, didn’t you




(written May 3rd. This is the second draft. It's not quite there yet.)