MolochWalker
For all this burn, it never hurt
Shanks around the bend when you’re foaming at the binge
On your serrated edge, you’re like a snail that steps
The hiss I make is warning to the scoundrels
When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny
When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny
When nobody wants to fix this frame
The guilty presence starts to vellicate
Fall into the strangle, skip around the neck
This albatross is warning with extreme prejudice
When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny
When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny
Half of the time I’m never clean
Filth of my filth can’t get no relief
Half of the time I see the weak
Don’t roll your eyes if still you can’t see
All of my coins have been taken again
They fill your void and still you’re empty
What’s that set of numbers doing?
Count my fingers until extinction
if I trust in the wind she will pave me a different road
I will try and start over but I think I must choose someone else
I am pulled from the pages where the letters lack the pigment of trust
must be on my way, I’ve got to get home
won’t be back someday, so let it unfold
I’ve abandoned the outcome in search of the rest I deserve
you can do what you will with my body but I won’t ring the bell
I’ve omitted the chapters that bow and admit defeat
must be on my way, I’ve got to get home
won’t be back someday, so let it unfold
I am a mountain
of cavernous people
searching for a lighthouse in the fog
of the flowers that grew from the cracks in the ground you paved
didn’t you think he would warn me through the thorns of my waking dreams
when the riddles connected the dots of this constellation
must be on my way, I’ve got to get home
won’t be back someday, so let it unfold
I am a mountain
of cavernous people
searching for a lighthouse in the fog
I found a reason to leave you with this load
all I can do is forgive your broken heart
trapped in this tower made of amber for too long
all I can do is forgive your broken heart
3:20 AM
The world is revolving faster now
I try to stay motionless
though knowing time’s come
to stop counter-clock work
& dance to the pace of a new year
& like a child’s smile
Embrace morning rays
Absorb the sun
Even this foggy sunday
Nest the warmth you gave me
In a spot between my ribs
Where that one left a stinging snare
you graciously removed
her from my side
El
The supreme deity of the ancient Canaanites, El was big man on the Levant-campus back in the day. El was the father of Ba’al, who would eventually become more popular than his dad throughout the Middle-East, and husband of Asherah (a semitic mother goddess).
In many depictions, El wore the same bull horns as did Ba’al, though we often see him portrayed in the fancy hats of an ancient Mesopotamian king. The power of fancy hats was one worth flaunting, after all. Though his main priority was sitting in a throne, enjoying being the boss, he was accredited with being a patron deity of fertility, thunder, mountains, deserts, oceans, and war. A real Renaissance-god.
Now, even though Ba’al was the god of storm and sky (a position usually held by a chief deity) his papa was #1, at least in the inception of the Pantheon. El’s full title was El Shaddai, which loosely translates (we’re pretty sure, anyway) to God of the Mountain. The Mesopotamian Holy Mountain was a big deal, and a fitting place for a king of the Gods to dwell, one might think. El was too popular for his own good, though. Or, for our good, at least; he’s brought up in so many places in so many different forms, it’s difficult to pin down what exactly he was to whom.
The most popular reference to El would be in the Hebrew Torah, where El Shaddai is the God of Abraham, and is synonymous with Yahweh. Does this mean that Abraham was originally a practitioner of the Canaanite faith? Quite possible! But either way, it seems the Hebrews adopted the title of the supreme deity in Canaan and used it as a feather in Yahweh’s cap. Ol’ El has also drawn comparisons to the Babylonian Ea (Enki) and Poseidon, if you can believe it.
Whoever you are, El, you’re almost definitely a badass.
“De mi barrio a tu barrio”
hello. brianna mccarthy. 2012
trinidad.
(Source: briannamccarthy)
alright that's good.
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