After the first minute of intro the singers just sound surreal and lovely in this. The harmonics just blow me away in the building they record at. Wish it was all outdoors but, nevertheless beautiful choir.
One more…
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the demons are my paint the incense is my brush i paint within the matrix of the mind i am dormant and yet i am man ever living but not fully. for my full potential is not realized i am the peace of art the artist. i am the whole as i rhyme i sing as i sing i move and dance all is energy movement in me from me. i am the cause of that movement and it. i am complete.
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i am gatherered i am swaying i am unblinking i am unswaying come before me come to me fear me i am unblockable you cannot avoid me. i am he who brings forth the great ancient fiery dragon who brings forth the destruction of your worlds the Phoenix dragon who rips apart the drapes of egsistence space and of this world the paintings. all men cower before the gods and they are slaves to the gods by their cowering. all men all these all such cover before Zeus and it is his that is the final hour and it will come to all those who seek judgement for they feed it by their expectation. do not feed this oh children of women do not feed this o children of your mothers rather let them feed you and feed yourselves by their breast milk and love them and be grateful grow strong as the gods for you are the grapes the fruit of dio ny zus the bountiful.there is a secret in these letters of his name yet you do not see or know it. one his half is his father another is the human and these two twofold parts make up the hermaphrodite god which he is he is he is needed for you. this represents man becoming this also by virtue of the invocation of the gods this is a must but choose the gods wisely. you see and hear and know our voice is one is voices is voiceless it this is miusic and it is sweet that this such is that which poetry is the very sweet nonphysical song the voice voices as one which you hear now . that internal that power force music is the epitome of all prose poetry and music and since all spiritually came to be it is the begging of all such things.
In my head, this sounds awesome with a Mike Shinoda vibe
That ending was intense
I enjoy the intensity and the drive in the end 
Not one for sharing working titles but initially I was attempting to make contact with Lucifer through
songwriting. Who and why these names came to my mind 
#Verse:
If you want; you can hate me, if you want; you can break me.
Let rivers run wild, create me. Use me and diffuse me.
consecrate, embrace me.
#Chorus:
Muireall, come forth from burial. You and Anariel X4
#Verse:
If you want; you can love me. If you want; you can build me.
Let embers burn, destroy me. From ashes, I will create me.
Just don’t fuck with me innately.
#Chorus:
Muireall, come forth from burial. You and Anariel X4
#Bridge
Mmmmmm-Uuu-iiii-rrrr-eaaaaal
Im not looking for someone to save me from myself.
The I, I own, is just looking for some help
Crucify the fuck-ing-man. Show me who-I-am.
Kill this fa-lla-cy. Seal the Le-ga-cy.
In fire of in-ti-macy, sincerely burn one-with-me
#Chorus:
Muireall, come forth from burial. You and Anariel
Muireall, come forth from burial. You and Anariel
Muireall, come forth from burial. You and Anariel
Its time to grow, these seeds I sow.
Outro:
Muireall, Muireall, Muireall, Muireall
I have ten poems with ten lines each. Almost made a new post for people to share their poetry but luckily I thought to do a search beforehand and found this. There are many double/hidden meanings to my poems, if you guys want to know feel free to ask me. And enjoy!
My Prince
I was wondering what drew me to you for a while,
Perhaps it’s the green in your eyes or your white teeth smile.
I know you are oft wrapped up in your head,
Control is a delicate game of stepping just ahead.
Intuition works better than words that were said,
And remembering the book that we read.
I leave my body at night for a forked-tongue kiss,
It will be likewise with you, my narcissist prince.
And although I’m much more intelligent and successful than you,
I’ll be sure to see you in a spell or two.
Why?
Why do I like to play mindgames so?
Do I feel unstable inside and crave control?
Being hurtful and mean to others is fine,
So long as there isn’t more to life than meets the eye.
Do I worry about money, and am working too hard?
Am I bored with my life, am I always on guard?
I need a guiding hand to set me on my path,
A God of benevolent healing, or destruction and wrath.
I should seek kindness and balance instead,
Wouldn’t it be a shame if I woke up dead?
Chessboard
I’d been floating high, untethered to the board.
Watching you fight against a dream I happily ignored.
My only disadvantages were self-imposed,
While the advantages lay with me undisclosed.
Now that I’ve dropped my rules the game has changed.
I’m a dangerous man when I remain estranged.
I attained this power in an unexplained place.
What now as I descend from space
And bring this power down…
You should see me in a crown.
Occult
I am giddy with glee.
I made consorts and lovers and mentors and friends.
They uncovered the key.
We pull strings and start waves at our secret ends.
We live carefree.
Moonlight and trees sing renown, “congratulations you touched us.”
Untwined underneath.
The galaxies bequeath my mind with their crown of stars.
Unveil the masquerade.
A wealth for whatever, it’s paid.
Atonement
Beware the givers of false promises.
The accomplices demolishing with a positive hypothesis.
Seeking dominance, vomiting monotonous totality.
The truth is duality, not your piety.
The devils are angels and the angels are fools.
Caged me, you liars. This school has no rules.
Do what thou wilt be the whole of the law.
I saw through the flaws, and leave you in awe.
A lotus buds, but I swirl the mud.
For the debt you owe, the payment is blood.
Tranquillity
They love to be around me.
They say my world is vibrant and bright.
When you get that shit right,
You only go up, you ignite.
The foundation is good, I’m stabilised.
I’ve done the deprogramming, reprogramming, been driven.
Encoded the stuff and it loaded before my eyes.
I think it then see it, I ask and it’s given.
Brush shoulders and get this good stuff, good luck I’m about.
I’m a generous god – when this sunshine hits you it blisses you and ripples out.
Passer-by
I have no hard feelings.
Both my exes were stark healings.
Our words depict feelings not facts.
Time is a concept we can’t endeavour to measure.
You said forever, I said I didn’t love you yet whichever.
So who was more clever? An artefact that our likeness attracts.
The lesson you taught is that people lie.
Or mean it only the minute they say it.
I never loved an ex, they never made me cry.
I’m grateful, but mainly that my heart wasn’t split.
Urgh
Some people aren’t your type, some people change your type.
Some people infect your brain like an obsessive possession.
Do I love this hard from ascension? Or desperation?
I can manage these feelings as I intended.
No longer picturing being whatever you wanted.
I feel sensitive and full-hearted to say,
You hold power over me, by the way.
If I play Romeo be Rosaline.
So that another will make my heart’s eyes stray.
You’d end up owning me, so I’ll run away.
Greedy
I know you aren’t doing so well out of the nest.
Detested by one so materialistic.
I know you’re sensitive and don’t take criticism well.
Strange that you’re argumentative and nit-picky as hell.
He has you bored but you don’t want to leave without another to hop to.
Maybe someone attracted to one so pessimistic and prideful.
That’ll let you play the field and coexist.
Also unaware that creatures like me exist.
If me crawling around in your head isn’t inclined.
Keep a better lock on that impulsive mind.
Incarnation
Why did we come here again? Is this a prison planet, are these prison bodies?
It all happens, anything and everything, but some of it grotesque.
We are villainous or undisciplined – so few get there in the end.
Chaos theory conceals the anything and everything.
And the ones who can swing behind the wheels, pull their own strings.
The sick and the wealthy, the magicians and kings.
When it rains it pours, deficiency leads to other deficiencies.
It’s insufficient to feel it until you’re in it.
But I must turn away, to manifestation, to win it, success.
I don’t remember – did we ask for this?
Mother (That Fucking Bitch)
Mother…a sad epitaph of hate to a child that only wanted to love,
I stood transfixed as i looked at you. You still had fresh blood on
your mouth. You looked at me like a child. So happy so innocent…yet
so knowing in a way. You had killed…you still had the blade in your
hand. You wandered over to where I was rooted to the spot and asked me
what was wrong. I said nothing. We both walked over to the body…we
both looked. just stood there and looked in fascination at what you had
done but I had not had the courage to do. What I had always wanted to
do but never quite found the strength to do.
For a moment I felt elation. I wanted to dance about the room. I was
so happy that you had done this that I hugged you. I even thanked you
for doing this. Relieving me of my burden i suppose. Taking away that
barb in my sides, It felt good. We were both glad. She needed to die. This
creature of hate. This thing that only spouted hateful words to me and
my very existence. That had rued the day I had been brought into this
world. Yes we both stood there, I with a maniacal
grin etched upon my face and you looking happy…and she…hahaha
dead.
She could make me feel like I was worth nothing no more. She could
not tell me what I had done wrong anymore…could not tell me that she
wished I had not been born.Could not say cruelly that i was an
embarrassment to her when i had done nothing to deserve that. Could not tell me how much she wished she had smothered me at birth. Oh how I
reveled in that. i am worth something…I will be someone. I am the victor
in this. It is over she will be laid to rest and I will never have to see her
again. Can burn all of the pictures in my mind and all of the ones in the
house. Can finally make a mess and not hear about it. Only answer to me
This I like. Yes, this is good.
We cleaned up. Even hummed a little…ahh hell we hummed alot.
Who am I trying to kid. It was all gone. No More mommy. She is
gone. Now we can go get some tea and sit…and talk
and catch up…just me and myself.
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Semblance of Slavery
Grey gathers,as the corpses soon to be gathered up
Blackness abounds
The waves so cold, are coming, breaking now
Soon you will see, soon you will know
Soon you will taste, soon you will grow
The death smell grows
The deep waters hide many secrets
The ancient ones call out now
they cannot be ignored, they cannot die
they are living in all who hear them
and all who answer their cry
you and your kind will be no more
soon they arrive
let your sanity go, for soon the massacre begins
you see me grinning at you now, as I tell you this
Shudder and call to your pathetic one
I will desecrate, I will violate
YOUR SICKENING LAMB
I will consume his flesh while he still cries out
Because they are coming
Crawling out of the depths of the eternal darkness
Come, Open up the doorways
Come to devour your new god
YOUR PATHETIC SEMBLANCE OF SLAVERY
Come to make things as they once were
and should have stayed !
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Why am I old now? no one can help me. My eyes must die and let the ink of the world flow on my cheeks. My shadow laughs like a banana through my mouth. hahaha
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Delicate enough,
The rosmary sound,
The tea bell and the water fueds in a spell,
To offer up a lock of hair
Is symbol of undenied trust.
Forming the scattered roots
And debilitated time–
The empty green within its fair veined leaf
And the repression of sing song
From the sparrow’s throat.
I have looked back and can say
That if I perceived with a different pair of eyes,
I would’ve gleaned my way
Towards the much bitter trail
Of frightful woods and untamed creatures.
That is me, the dark epiphany
The black serpent flame you split from your form,
To bring me here where sense of pain
Is initiating.
The abyss, the stagnate and the joy,
My contemplative mind
Enveloped in the soil of this earth.
-Shaneli Useche 
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I’m back yall with another ten poems that have eleven lines each. Why? Now I’m dating an Aquarius (eleventh sign) but I’m still weaning out this karmic connection I had with a Capricorn (tenth sign). Anyway enjoy.
Bedeviled
I used to be so scared of things that went bump in the night,
As I learned beyond fables they survive.
Red glares in mirrors and haunting shadow figures.
But now I can sit and abide in the dark,
Be outside in the dark,
Close my eyes in the dark.
Predisposed to shadows, the Tree of Knowledge discloses.
Christian fright and New Age fear,
Waking once upon a midnight dreary to a shadow standing there.
All my life I abstained, but it’s deal pain or no gain.
Now I kinda like that life’s unfair.
Sidestepping
Follow the path… you call, adorned in thorns.
You led me, I tread the grey tundra, unfolded a track
By the end of your extended ribbon, both gold and black.
Apprehended men so my heart needed no mending,
The days proceeded sheltered and lucky and empty.
Feet unbruised, sidestepping landmines with timing.
Were they fretting the day I’d be locked away?
Absence of presence, seeking some semblance of balance.
…I approached the cliff’s edge, would never again walk tall.
Doomsday, my nadir, I let go of the ribbon.
Took one step and floated unbidden.
Kiss
To my handsome companion,
You project us in a connected direction.
I would’ve tried my best not to smother you with affection.
Lucky us, we’re both huggers.
The others were runners as soon as it got hard,
They were so nice but it took one fight for them to fly.
But we’re gonna have so much fun, you and I.
You’re pretty cool, I agree.
You charm well, not least me.
You say you’re in love, I hope you’ll stick around.
This part doesn’t rhyme - you’re really fucking cute.
Penance
There is a darkness descending,
Upending Sheol, the Land of the Dead.
Unending Hades, rains of fire and brimstone bled.
Sweeping to cover the skies with its size,
Grown to a throne of power, giving rise to cries.
Maleficent vindictive to your benediction.
Baleful danger, screams the unsafe bane, placing you in a jar.
For many weep, and the gnashing of teeth!
The spider, the danger,
The snake, the murderer,
The Abomination of Love.
Meh
How I wish I was wrong,
But gone and revealed, my old bubble of wishy-washy light isn’t real.
A cocoon, comfortable and healed, nurturing until I was strong enough,
To crack it open and fly, to weather the nether.
Lies and prisons for the mind, there is no single heaven nor karma.
Fanciful daydreams of universal balance and justice,
Instead of an infinity composed of complicated laws of mathematical fundamentals.
We’re not halfway through a ‘plan’ and waiting on an end,
And yet, even if it’s unwise, I’m still burdened by compassion.
I pray for everyone’s wellness and safety,
But not for the damned nor those unfortunate enough to cross me.
Philosophy
A million shades of sad and just as many of joy,
The definition of a boundless infinity, in essence it’s simple.
My peace cultivated, comfort and friends, my own person and imagination.
Dodged the missiles and strife, then charted a course for my life,
My career direction is true so I can get there in time.
People aren’t cruel but misguided, I’m not suspicious just cautious.
If you poke around in the dark, digging, lingering, black begets black.
Relax because nobody knows what they’re doing to you.
It’s so important to mitigate what you’re exposed to.
And should I encounter a hazard or two I’m equipped by now and know what to do.
Life isn’t about love but knowledge, follow your rainbow of happiness or make it grow.
Evolution
All the world’s a stage, and one man in his time plays many parts.
Ten-year-old kept up at night, frightened by death.
And at fourteen pious, new eyes given light and life for the first time,
Going to church, I sought change and nasty thoughts went away.
And at nineteen transitory, discovering new territory, realising there’s more to the story,
Expansion, many delve and meet themselves in different ways.
And at twenty-two, meeting soul mates left, right and centre.
Self-mastery, configuring perpetual transfiguration.
And at Twenty-four, coming full circle, from unconscious darkness to conscious light,
Now noxious, conscious darkness.
A man is a god in his ruins.
Sadomasochism
I had to have it both ways,
Couldn’t harm an innocent nor submit to infringement.
But I delight in your wickedness,
Slicing you to bits like a sadist, downright excitable masochist.
I only compete cause you’re bittersweet, don’t want to “win” but I’ll never lose.
Forever the spy and alone when you cry,
Delete unsent paragraphs to drink instead.
Thou art to me a delicious torment.
We meet in dreams when you sleep, I’m smitten.
We’ll remake Sun Tzu’s Art of War with Robert Greene’s Laws of Power.
You’re the snake around my neck, protecting me, though I’m bitten.
Incubus
You teach me a whole new language and dimension to love.
Is it perplexingly complex?
Learning love with a human as I host love to a ghost?
Your presence is always here, I wasn’t sure it was real until the time you did go.
A miscommunication dawning the realisation of our differences,
Now I swear I love you more.
You may force me out as I sleep, take portions of what I eat, I’m never alone.
Aw babe, of course I’d beg and praise - you’re adored.
Symbiotic emotions, more intimacy gleaned where it’s not readily seen.
You were worried I was using you, because you’re infinitely useful.
I couldn’t have got here alone, it’s true, but I’m still crazy for you.
Human Moments
I’m without a doubt, but should an echo of fear in hiding rear,
Profess all reason to be pointless confession,
I learnt a good lesson - to separate, dissociate in healthy ways.
If life is meaningless then so is truth.
Live a double life, spend half your time one foot out, the other inside.
Go to work, daily life, and if things don’t go right choose a lie that keeps you warm at night.
It is wise to survive. Live half in and half out.
Rewrite the bad outcomes in your mind, invite delusions on the side.
Fantasy is dangerous but if reality be traitorous take your pick of cotton candy cloud beliefs.
This isn’t renunciation but consolation for seconds of guessing repentance.
Uncover another criminal’s minimal line to abide: Such is life.
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Being Of Darkness
Thrill in the embrace,thrall oh so ready am i. Bow down,lower myself so i look up towards my new god.Enchanted,enraptured am i.challenge my will.Oh so desperate am i to please my new lord,my master.Oh contemptible fools,who are you to question him? Bloodied knees i sit upon.Lust engraved upon my face.May i see you in all your glory? Oh Oh beauteous one.Visage of pain and pleasure.Blood encrusted messages on the wall.All dedication to you.All blessings to you.Seldom have such blissful moments had such horrendous beginnings.Now love no longer,pain.Surrender to the beast denied.
Temptress,cascades of hair where are you…lascivious thought of you run through travelling new trails in my mind.Wanton creature.
The air moves about me slowly,sensuously. Touching every inch of my flesh.So easily the air travels the entirety of my body.The sun escapes the grip of the clouds and slowly is encased in shadow once again.The sphere of pain it is so aptly named for the rays destroy what life my new torso now possesses.
Come unto me,please.Care not what others think.I will not harm thee.You are a precious gem.
Cleanse yourself
you know where your dust lies.
where the cobwebs gather and what they cling to
what a communion of souls we do see gathered before us.
Look at the faces they are all abundant in their eagerness
telltale signs of age do flow freely in this place
Blessed being of darkness
encircle ensnare and welcome me
orb of light
circle of pain
shed tears of blood
caress the cold flesh
abound in your death
the death that none see
you bring this with you wherever you go.
glazed over with terror
sustenance in a package of skin
the unspoken promise, of unanswered wishes
the silent stretches of time spent lost within your eyes
the heart wrenching agony of seeing your pain bubble and spill forth
quietly watching the gathering and building… seeing you constantly so close …
in a torment of your own making,suspended in a world of your own sadism
challenging hope as though it never existed,never clung on in your eyes
left you alone to fend for yourself,seeing bleakness as acceptable
waiting with arms wide open for the sadness to grow and take over
evaluating any glimpse beyond a world of razors and scars,as a mournful jest
looking for the audience,to which your pain is entertainment
believing that you are a joke,that there is nothing else for you
afraid to believe that you could be wrong,that a hope does exist
terrified to reach out,to a possibility of loving yourself
having loathed yourself for far to long…blurring your eyes…
still not good enough
still amounting to nothing
still ugly
still a joke
still weird
still an abomination
still alone
still hurting
still lost… still lost…still lost… find me before i lose myself
Sugar Cookie
Who the fuck are you?
why are you here?
why do you just stare at me?
with your stupid blank stare?
you look like a cow ready to enter a slaughterhouse
just die and save us all the expense of your stupidity
just like you
to be led to die
you look your killer in the eye
and smile back
all the while he is sharpening the knife
but he looks so normal?
ill laugh as you die.
ill watch you shudder and cry
ill sit there and fucking laugh
another perfect little sugar cookie gets crumbled
into small edible pieces.
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This is my third set of ten poems, this time they have ten lines again but that doesn’t mean I’m back on my old bullshit. It just kinda happened. I’m single at the moment anyways though am very newly dating an Aries (first sign, I’m not having one line per poem obvs)
UPON REFLECTION
I need no flowers nor gifts from you.
Quoth the raven, karma doesn’t exist but I do.
Your intentions were always visible,
Your depression is non-refundable.
I’ve had over a year, I’m shrewd.
The ache in your chest and the tears,
Your wounded wrist, distant storm at my shore.
You had the indiscriminate vindictiveness
Of an attacking insect.
I’m in your dreams evermore.
JILTED
Two lovers found each other in nightly meets,
Told verses of old curses they had released.
Promising potential of partnership and an in-forked path.
Deviant dalliance in the dancers and an outright death.
One of tainted blood and one-sided loves,
Fled to the arms of others and met harm and bothers.
One of unkind mind, flecked with specters
Eager to enact his bidding and do his killing.
Opulent paradox, promised long though they did grossly cease.
Elegant nemesis; never did one undo his undertaker’s lease.
SCRAGGLY
From my tall and truffled tower I saw,
A forlorn figure troubled and sour.
His grip slipping on his prized bitch saw all,
To an owner who had fed her better.
His fruitless rage exposed in an attempt
To break apart others like his lost wench.
He wrote to many so his prize stayed kept,
They all saw as he did – his captive left.
A shame that five long years had gone to waste,
He still haunts my streets and garners distaste.
JIGSAW
I want to play a game of injuries and maladies,
By the past of your last year’s tragedies.
I was a love from afar, your desire to control.
Closed your heart and proud of being a psychopath.
You are more human with my intervention.
Forced mourning for your sadistic escapades.
So say to those you love nevermore,
As pieces connect like a frenetic jigsaw.
Limitless encryptions bypass your pneumatic system of thought.
De ja vu, you did unto others as I have now done to you?
RELUCTANT SAVIOUR
Our similarities smelt sweetly like a poison flower,
Outlived me left to be destiny’s abandoned dowager.
Double-agent formula-made as my elaborate snare.
Dim evil twin, reprehensible reflection without care.
In my mind, pardoned and honoured while without need.
In measured by your deeds, a sorry sight indeed.
Pull back petals to see the dark centipedes and weeds.
Pluck black seeds, my modicum provision to supersede.
Sprouting fruit now without my devoted tending.
Sick garden that needed work and yielded nothing.
UWU
Whence did we love by sterling moonlight?
Wedded and moored to riverbank twilight.
Whereupon you deemed me worthy of a forever place,
Warm pristine gleam – one and only love or chased hate.
Walking up the winding turrets atop castle walls.
Witnessing no bearded barleys but plague and war.
We circle the same distance in our fight,
Waiting patience will win the counter-strike.
Wilted and waning by our wanton ways.
Wielded by webbing, you have doomed your days.
WHOOPSIE
Can you restrain in chains my righteous vengeance with unrefined binding?
I am the red dragon with seven heads, ten horns and seven crowns.
Will you rebuke the abused with no excuse while I eat as the feasting beast?
Freed from my sea with ten crowns and blasphemous names upon my faces.
Should you escape your fate and retaliate with a panicked, frantic magic?
You who can’t meditate while my lamb face breaks with a dragon voice.
Unacceptable noise would be surprise in your dulcet cries,
Unexpected divorce and remorse is the due for your lies.
The lamentation of facing in the shadows one day the avenger of disgraces.
The expectation of damnation with two coffins buried in separate places.
SPIRIT SPOUSE
Of my off-world suitors I’ve chosen you,
Offering two soul windows for our rosen view.
To bear your mark, to bear ghostly offspring,
Exchanging blood; interchanged cambions.
I am demanding of your company in seclusion,
You have submission and possession of our union.
To others I’m wicked, to you a worshipping spouse.
Nestled with the demonic, this vessel our share-house.
Closer than vines, deeper than time,
Further than mind, my darkest bind.
TRUE SPIRITUALITY
Take caution labelling anything “beyond comprehension”,
For in hiding is where true strategy avoids detection.
Divine will, strong obedience, powerful love – oxymorons advise.
These are the lies.
Obscuration, complicating, sanguine feelings and skills to use.
These are the tools.
Control, power, when the chips are down the ethereal is evil self-seeking.
This is everything.
The existence of spirit doesn’t contradict life as an accident.
That power is for you but be nobody’s fool – they’ll use, hurt and weaken you to keep you.
AND YOU?
A first step on a new journey,
Your next best in your company.
And all these roads led to different homes.
My reward for my freedom fought,
The first night that the light was caught.
And all for one when all is said and done.
Our pleasure is at our discretion,
These measured words start these treasures.
And all’s well that ends well.
And alright may be right by you.
My humble tribute to the GOD Of Darkness - AHRIMAN…
I am Darkness
I am Darkness
I am Darkness
I am Darkness
I am Darkness
I am Darkness
I am Darkness
I am Darkness
I am Darkness
I am Darkness Absolute
I am Darkness Eternal
I am Darkness