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Skewered alive, dangling o'er the fire and flail
Spew and writhe, out and in blood, robbed by their betrayal
In the manner of a brute
To drench with earth the root
Of the refuse-gorging, air-clenching ignorance
Scampering away to glorified surrendering's
Boorish, beat and broken ends
The coursing of so much filth in those veins
So as to actually bleed nothing but stains
In such blood flows only red ink
To mark where the corpse is to fall
And a drying coagulate drink
For the maggots to feast on it all
Skewered we'll die, basted across the pyral flame
Askew in the lie, they of us made - rendered we became
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2013)
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Unity
04:14
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The words get lighter
Dancing off the page
But who’s inspired?
And who’s enraged?
Who knew time would laugh at our ideas,
Stripping merit from design?
If you close your eyes
There’s no divide
Slip into sound
It’s how I found…
The broken voices
Buried underneath
With the torn of heart
Who scrap and scrape to breathe
Who knew time would laugh at our ideas,
Stripping merit from design
It’s how I found unity
© Rory McLachlin (2013)
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Where the Cherries Grow
03:55
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Analyzing the logistics of her
She’s the neutron star
But in such a process I can’t cease to see her as a candle in the dark
From a zealous sign I came to be
In solidarity
With a failed experiment to wonder as long as she will be
Is there anybody out there that will take me?
Or is everyone above my sin?
It’s the silence that alludes to persecution
And the nothingness defines our end
Look at yourself now
Oh, how you’re falling
You diverge in disposition
Coalesce, quest regress
I want to forget
Silent, apathetic yet
I don’t know you anymore
Peace in pieces and I’m sure that the angels look just like you
Where the plot remains, strain anew
Is there anybody out there that will take me?
Or does everyone fail to begin?
A stride away from desperation
And the nothingness to mark the end
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2013)
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Dandelions
02:27
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You’re sure his heart without you rests
Without a qualm, or so you guess
It seems you’ve met a terrible fate
You deem the worst to still await
A way’s to go not far from here
A royal banner’s being hung
A hope from which they’ll never veer
The day the victory bells are rung
For every time you are possessed
To traverse the blackest seas
You know not all that it begets
Immersed in wretched thoughts as these
For all the solemn, warmest moments
The faces of your many friends
Shriek at the sight of budding romance
Between yourself and irate sense
No thunderous storm, no torrential rain
Nor grimmest darkness unrestrained
Can somehow manage to attain
An honest living you could maintain
Daily moments bound in prudence return to retread the minutes before
I’m sure more encounters hide in places that we walk past every day
(I know it’s all for naught
I know it’s not all for naught)
Behind eyelids you’ve managed to see
There’s got to be more than this
So with kind regards we do plea
That you’ll realize what is amiss
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2007)
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Exalt
03:57
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Convictions kneel to her command
A master’s wish if there ever was one
Nothing more loving than to withstand
And in the land of hatreds have none
I can hear nothing but the rain
A cavalcade of cogs and toils
A musket splits thy sullen pain
Tussled gently, it recoils
Overwrought, soaken in worry
Of the things I might have done
I, self-castigated, scurry
Flee, escape, avoid and run
But there’s still her, she commands
She to whom all peace is due
She could grant not your demands
If from her chest her heart you drew
She might never understand
If your well-wishes you withdrew
Circumstance comes, circumstances goes
Circumstance wants, circumstance woes
But have you ever heard of the demon
Who was deemed of all sin robbed
So benevolent, filled with meaning
That she became a god?
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2011)
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Silver and Bone
04:28
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So close
I’m still learning to let go of a truth that I never really found
You were right
I know you’re right now
To channel her or fade away like the passing day?
Warring over lost-ground roots
Occupied by what can’t suit
Eyes closed, I see myself in a new light
Unearthed
Longing masks itself as resentment
Kissing the back of my mind
Even the most profound beauty is eclipsed by the deepest sorrow
An empty man on a throne is nothing more than silver and bone
For every scar should fade away with each passing day
© Rory McLachlin; Kaleb Gonzalez (2012)
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7. |
Skyhook Lullaby
04:39
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In mortal signs of depravation
I live to tell, to justify myself
To be crane’s quiet suffer
So finely shaped in symphonies of grey
That match devotions to dismiss
Atrocity to symbolize
Our sighs again, again
In mortal binds of destitution
I’ll die to tell, to justify myself
To be the skyhook’s nihil
So finely shaped cacophonies of grey
That match devotions to dismiss
Atrocity to symbolize
These sighs again, again
Resolve swiftly around their grasp
Since murder-bound the filth across
Resolution starts with us
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2013)
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Thanks for being around
As much as you were
For making my day every day; each one we shared
I’ve come to think love conquers nothing
Exposed and ridiculed by the humanity in me
I will to end me before the shame brings down my last defences
Fearing a caving in, to pulverize my handsome city
You really were a handsome one
The surest keep I held shook when you called my name
Love from me you can always know to reach you
It may dwindle in its seeming flow by a death we can’t control (and it may…)
It will sometimes trail so distant so as to seem to cease its coursing
(But it will find you)
Please make of it as you may
(I will not regret anything you freely come to believe)
I know and I knew I can’t justify this thing
I’m sad that you’ve gone and you’re never coming back
You really were a handsome one
(Though I couldn't protect you)
I shook in my foundation when you called my name
(Because I couldn't protect you)
Love from me you can always know to reach you
(Though I couldn't protect you)
It may dwindle in its seeming flow by a death we can’t control (and it may…)
Horn-headed mother in the sky – I owe you one
Here you are at my funeral and I didn’t show up to yours
Thank you for the purpose you dealt me, (oh wonderful one)
The world will hear more of you
Such I hope
*"Dear - always when I stand back and look around me I find that I still love you
But I believe it is time to stand forward…"*
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2013)
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The dark western sky’s lit bright tonight
By the brittle lights that paint the sky
They bring happiness to the darkness and I can’t help but envy them
Drifting just above the water, I stare up with my mouth agape
For I can’t help but be caught by her beauty
Just as her star falls away
It seems love is only for the shooting stars
And not the creatures of the sea
I guess I can only be one of these things (so long, goodbye)
Trapped in the water, watching the sky
Watching as the stars pass us all by
Who’s to say we should be denied?
Will they ever return, the ones that meet the ground?
And who can tell, by sight, smell or sound?
Either we’re creatures of the sea
Or shooting stars completely free
Watching as stars pass us all by
(So long, goodbye)
© Christian Jacobsen (2011)
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10. |
No Follow the Hollow
03:51
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The lives of hives grant no peace
Escape your thoughts into a place of solitude
Why must we torment ourselves?
Embrace tranquility
To scrawl is to be unreadable
So throw away your tragedian
You're an island in a river
A holm is not your home
So escape from it, construct yourself a boat
You have the means
The dereliction I see glowers upon us
As you turn your head aside
You are trapped in a pillory
Though all you have to do is ask for help
And you will most certainly be freed
But the bed you lie in seems to suffice
So you will not move
It's so easy to be lead astray
Follow the tears you made on the way
Follow and you'll be set free
© Christian Jacobsen (2010)
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Where I’m from there are houses walled off with cinderblock
Certain borders, certain houses, certain neighbourhoods
Conspicuously topped with upward-reaching shards of broken glass
Yet they’re aberrant only outside of context
I can’t help but dwell in this night-soaked harbour
Sitting by the dock and facing towards the blue
Relishing in shivers at the fragile notion
That the other biases nearby can’t perceive what’s wrong with me
A still back of a head tells no more than it means to take back
I know I’m labouring to breathe, nostrils flared
There is a tight contraption entrenched in my jaw
A denture of inward-reaching shards of broken glass
Grasping my mouth shut
Rigid like a lashing caiman’s bite
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2010)
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12. |
Grief, Pt. I: Denial
02:15
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He was distracted by a noise
An interestingly human noise
He pretended to be irked by it
To make himself believe he wasn’t afraid
He had to find the source
So he takes out a weapon of his peculiar expertise
Commence splitter retrieval, picking up speed, and an image soaks into his head
The source of the noise
It was a crack in the wall of his basement
It was a hot, red crack, with grey and pale green vapour slithering out
Something he’d never seen before, it was
With emotions now blunt but still unconvinced, his spooked entirety headed downstairs
Kaleb Gonzalez (2011)
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Grief, Pt. II: Anger
01:05
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A flow of filth streaming forcefully against my pace in a path I’m tied to treading
An abyssal light obscuring my view with its impaling intensity
As far as I can cringe my head up to see beyond me, the stream shows no break from its birthing point
A point perceivable
An infected clot mass clutched onto the weak earth
In the basin above which is my home
My home
The place I bleed for
The time I would my innards drain out through my throat to be in
The person that’s surely waiting for me
I’ve had my share of coal shards (squirming out my pores)
I’ve had my share of pepper seeds (strewn across my scrapes)
I’ve known my share of resentment
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2011)
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A rushed run-through of dark images
Their only coherence their tailor-made adequacy for instigation of shame within me
Succeeded by the jolty retreading of memories
Without regard for dignity
As if punishment for my insolence to forget
These are memories that seem to make clear that I woke up bare
So disoriented that it makes my attempts to cover my body pathetic
And all before me is a crowd of machines mockingly laughing at me
With stolen, corrupted versions of children’s laughs
And in my desperation I straggle away
I try to soak them whilst they approach;
I keep slapping, kicking, and shoving water in their direction
As pitifully as one does with no bucket, cup, nor cap
Once caught, shivering to the remotest nerve
An engine in whose direction I’m too scared to face
Slices me in half
After putting the coin down
It remains unknown to me
How it managed to cut so excruciatingly slow
Yet so evenly through my entrails
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2011)
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A fixed number on a page displaying ever-changing characters
All senses locked into perceiving it
Zooming into it more and more as its expanse overshadows ours
Only for a pendulum to be revealed at the depths of its boundaries
It towers above us and obscures our mental and physical capacity with its brute power
It swings left and right
Demolishing the growing streams of grime that expand upwards at a certain height
A grime that is composed of the same molecules as the human brain
Toils and pains, cryptic and sober
It’s all over
Only a cell remains
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2011)
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Grief, Pt. V: Acceptance
01:24
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So very exhausted
No will to search for a foreign comfort
Nor blank out these thoughts
Traversing through a gravel-covered road
Dragging myself in a cringed posture
Sluggishly
Unceasingly forward
Scraping away my feet
Legs
Then hips
And so forth until there is nothing left
But the black halo atop my head
Which at the scraping of the last hairs upon my scalp
Drops like a coin
Only to be eventually picked up
To be put to good use as any coin should
The vestige of its worn-out condition a tribute to the past
All other traces of the journey erased at last
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2011)
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Midnight Lost Child
03:33
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She blurs the line
Surprise my dear (her breathlessness)
Reassures me this is real
A disbelief in disbelief
Leave your sigh
Of innocence (I feel you)
As the cherry blossoms fly
In the chasms of your eyes
Like an ever-flowing stream
We exist because we dream
Who knows what
She'll make of me (I'll make of her)
As I lie in her cocoon
Underneath this freezing moon
Just a dream
Consuming me (I'll soon awake)
Your pacific overture
I will wait forever
© Kaleb Gonzalez (2008)
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Silence Calls the Storm Waterloo, Ontario
Blending our favourite genres since 2007.
Rory - Vocals/Guitar
Kaleb - Drums/Lyrics/Rough Vocals
Christian - Vocals
Brendan - Guitar
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