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An endless waterworld
comes into view,
speckled with beaches
and water darkest blue.
The sands are
black and grey,
dismal with energy.
Scorpius crawls forth
from the ocean,
and takes the shape
of man.
Then with a look
of grief,
he takes Her
in his arms
and flees.
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2. |
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I attempt to fly,
to chase after them.
But I'm stuck
upon the sands.
The waters
look like glass,
only small ripples
moving upon the
navy surface.
Braving a step,
it keeps shape,
its composure.
So I run
for days now,
passing countless
lonely monochromatic beaches.
Then I grow tired,
from longing and confusion.
Stretching out
upon the water,
I start to weep.
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3. |
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My heart glows
with pure light,
and behind my eyes,
Mother shows me
the way.
"Within a globe
of wickedness,
the Guardian tortures
the Girl,
sapping away
Her will to remain.
She's trapped beneath
the surface,
in the darkest depths.
Mirrors scattered
about the beaches
like reflective stars
are the only way
to go beneath the surface
and return Her to the day.
Follow the true sequence,
lest you disappear forever
or lose your way."
So my heart returns to teal,
and I run
to the First Mirror,
for Her Fate to unseal.
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4. |
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Black glass
'neath the sand,
I brush off its surface.
Surrounded by
golden rings,
lines and circular holes
engraved.
Lying there lifeless,
unresponsive to my touch.
I lose hope.
Memories trickle in,
of when I found Her
hanging there,
some lost region of Space.
We were both lost then,
but found solace in each other.
The rings burst into
various forms and shapes,
sacred geometries,
uniting into and elaborate frame,
a symbol embed at the apex.
It is that of my home,
and what was Hers as well,
joined into an elegant
glowing mark.
The mirror's glass
turns bright with light,
rippling as my nervous
digits draw close.
Hovering in front of me now,
I step through
and take in a sharp gasp
as an icy wave
flashes o'er me.
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5. |
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I see my world
interlaced with Hers,
rotating in the blackness,
shining with
their crystalline glory.
She had told me only
that she, too,
had been cast
out into space,
cold and lonely,
glowing.
I see the globe
reflect the truth,
that she was hated.
Similar births aside,
though I was
respected from a distance,
they tried to make
Her grow self-hated,
to dim Her glow,
Her hope.
She was sent away,
not to cure the planet,
but to disappear.
So now I see:
Her smile, when we met,
had a tint of sadness;
how I wish I could forget.
A pixellated frame
of three rings
combines into a mirror.
But instead of familiar
planetary signs,
Orion was the apex.
And I stepped into the light.
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6. |
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The whole of the Hunter,
from when seems so long ago,
is displayed before me.
I remember, this,
our first journey together.
Full of grand space
and mysterious danger.
Orion's breastplate
illuminates with violet light,
and I see our travel
through your eyes.
What seemed like bravery
to me
was only a brave face,
hiding a deep pain,
an emptiness
even I could not comprehend.
And part of that abyssal
black hole
has stayed with you,
enhancing your own void.
So I wonder,
"why couldn't you
tell me,"
and a tear falls
down my cheek.
Waved metal rings
of five appear
and bubble
into a solid sheet,
Pisces above.
Mirror dive
number three.
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7. |
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A pool immense;
that familiar ocean
which holds the Lovers
in their devotion.
I hold this era
cherished in my memory.
It's when we discovered
our love
and worked through our gripes,
but now I see it
through your eyes.
I said some things
I didn't mean
but still you chose
to forgive me.
Yet still that hurt
stuck around
inside your heart
and dragged you down.
As I wonder why
you kept it inside,
discovery shows
that you didn't
want to cause
me trouble
or be a burden.
But now I fell
like the burden.
I swear I'll
save you,
despite the omens.
Floating metal strips,
as though cut by air
materialize.
Like golden hair
they gleam,
Aquarius atop
an obelisk beam.
I glide on through,
with a slight melancholy.
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8. |
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I remember this realm well,
where we were
first ripped from each other.
Carried through
air current wild
and storms unfamiliar,
I had found you in
a sanctuary.
But now I see
your own journey apart from me.
Aquarius had placed you
in the place I would
find you entombed,
said,
"Child, you will not last
on this journey
with that promising Boy.
Choose to end it now,
or leave Him later."
So he left you alone
to contemplate.
In the end, you decided
to stay in love
and fight that self-hate.
I smile now,
as the vision fades,
urged to reach you
even more.
Yet I worry about that foretelling.
Could this be
an ending?
Fifth mirror appears,
frame made of golden earth,
reflecting four seasons.
I launch into Capricornus,
holding no mirth.
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9. |
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Watching the Sea-Goat
come into view,
your perspective shown brighter
than you ever knew.
You saw all the flowers
and animals grow
in their own time,
as the rays melted the snow.
Then Summer came,
and maturity too,
as the creatures
kept us company,
and we turned to goo.
Next Autumn arrived,
dusty and wet,
bloomed sadness inside you,
now I won't forget.
Finally Winter arose,
its coldness a shock,
all life standing still,
your grief was unlocked.
For you saw life fade
from the land all around,
and you lost sight of why
you stuck around.
But then life sprouted
as we began to depart,
and a little light
returned to your heart.
And now I had faith
you'd make it through
Scorpius's cruelness,
that much I knew.
Sixth portal of memory
materialized then,
to that windswept environ
and horse-featured man,
white flames about him
and speckling his land.
Just one last vision,
then I'll save you at last.
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10. |
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That Guardian then
ran about the wind
and we had to chase
after his true face.
It was tiring for me,
but near-depleting for you.
Still we had seen
him through,
set his soul loose.
And he found his call
underneath it all.
And though
that filled you with joy,
it still sapped your strength.
Then those eyes,
that snakelike silhouette,
instilled your fear.
And you realized
you no longer wanted
to be here.
Tears on my face,
like that water-filled place
when in Scorpius we began,
float away.
The final frame solidifies
into sand and ice,
with the Scorpion's sign
placed up high.
The glass,
glowing navy,
takes me in.
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11. |
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All around me is dark,
dark-blue, and aimless.
My heart flaring bright,
I try to spy a path.
But then all light dims.
Do you even want to be saved?
Has this all been for naught?
Even if you don't,
if I'm coming too late,
to see your face again
would be all I ask,
the only other of my clan.
Illuminescent ice appears,
abating some fears,
leading to a faint glow
on the dark floor's horizon.
I follow these frozen shards,
geometric breadcrumbs,
to find a palace
of accumulated ice.
It climbs to just
below the surface,
imposing its grand design
on all who may approach.
Hesitating on the threshold,
intricate doors flung open,
I fear what I might find;
a collapsed body,
or a defeated girl.
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12. |
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Dark marble
all around
with lights of ice
aglow.
Mirrored staircase,
leading up to a door
so large and cold.
Beyond,
a ballroom with a throne,
but I hear not a moan.
Then a small room to the side
opens slow its door.
And as if sleeping,
like you were waiting
to be awoke
with a gentle shake,
lying in a bed
framed with ice,
there you were.
And yet you were not.
Heart glowing faint,
your chest moved not.
I stroke your face,
wishing I could've saved,
could've seen it coming.
My eyes become a lake,
and I hear a voice
from behind.
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13. |
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"I'm sorry you had to see this,
to go through this journey,"
said Scorpius.
I turn to finally see
the Guardian's melancholy.
Features combined,
both male and female,
heterochromic eyes
staring.
Abating my confusion
and mistrust,
they relayed words
so cryptic.
"By now, you must know
that you're not the only one,
you aren't alone.
Each Child of Hers,
the Crystalline Queen,
must make their own journey.
But your own path,
elementary as may be,
matters the most,
above all thine siblings.
You are the Key.
The Girl's death
was unforeseen.
Torture from me
was but an illusion, you see.
She was meant to go on,
and recover here.
Instead grief from Home
consumed Her inside.
Your Mother tried
to quicken your pace,
but it seems that a rescue
had no place.
Now,
you must take in Her essence,
to carry inside,
though Her soul may be gone,
the Spirit still resides."
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14. |
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I stand by your
bedside as stable
as I can be,
for you're not here,
no longer with me.
Still, I rest my hands
upon your glowing chest,
and take into my heart
your lasting energy.
I cry but one tear,
happy to have some
part of you within me,
but sad this had
to happen.
Then we take you down
to the deepest depths,
parting open the drowned earth,
placing you in your glass casket
within.
I say goodbye
as you descend into
darkness,
and cover with soil
your pale figure.
Scorpius nods in sorrow,
and we embrace,
and as I return
to the surface
and swim with
the calm ripples,
They send me out
on a current.
Now I'm bursting
through space,
and on the horizon,
a castle's design
of sharpness and stone
and Libra's demesne.
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20. |
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21. |
Kaleidanoyse - Voided
03:30
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22. |
The Silent Boy - Inky
03:20
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Night has faded
away,
but a darkness
still gathers at the edges.
A sepia colour
seeps into this shelter.
Now
that the moon
is gone,
I've become independent,
just like I've been meant
to be.
The trees are
twisting
into new shapes,
alien and splendid.
And now
that the moon
is gone,
I've become independent,
just like I've been meant
to be.
An otherworldly hum
has grown
from the silence. I let it fill my head
and center me in peace.
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23. |
The Silent Boy - Twilit
03:55
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Creatures
come out of the shadows,
gaze at me
as a slight breeze blows.
Their eyes are
glowing teal,
and the skin is shaded pearl-white.
In this Twilight,
I feel captivated.
And I remember
what it's like
to rest,
with no
fear of the dark.
Spectres,
gentle and sparse,
point me to
a path they line for me.
In this Twilight,
I feel captivated.
And I remember
what it's like
to rest,
with no
fear of the dark,
just the twinkling of stars.
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24. |
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Leaves catch small fires.
One by one, they start to burn
from the sunlight
growing brighter.
The Gloaming Hour
is melting away.
Just as the forest
is leveling.
Colours start to bleed
while the animals shift their shapes.
I start to sweat
with the heatwave.
The Gloaming Hour
is melting away.
Just as the forest
is leveling.
From the oozing grass,
the flames dance
about my feet,
then climb my legs
until my figure
is alight.
The environ has become
the active surface of the Sun.
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25. |
The Silent Boy - Dayglo
03:30
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Warping colours
swirl about me.
Warping colours
swirl about me.
Everything is dripping,
melting from Sol’s hot touch.
Neon flecked clouds
shine overhead,
while flaming blue birds
arch through the sky.
But something
about this is wrong.
I know that something
is out of place.
My shadow
darkens into an abyss,
turning into a fierce
silhouette.
Sharp features,
deep sockets,
strong arms.
Then all is like before,
with my shadow upon
the active floor.
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26. |
The Silent Boy - Flare
04:02
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A area of melting grass,
flowers, and dirt
grows on the swirling ground.
Bursting forth
blazing white.
The flare begins to move,
bubbling upon
the floor, like ooze.
Head forming,
tail revealing.
I watch a dragon come out,
made of florescent colours.
I watch him twirl
through the neonic sky.
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27. |
The Silent Boy - Coronal
03:14
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Bright flashes
radiating,
plant life
pulsating.
Differing rhythms
coming from all,
as the flaming sky
twists and curls.
When I was small,
coming into myself,
the family
unknowingly
made me feel
unwell.
Dark shadows
deepening,
a danger
looming.
A silence takes place
of the lovely sounds,
every time the light
and flashes dim.
When I was small,
he was always absent,
sleeping
and working
his life
away.
When I was small,
I wanted a father
who didn’t scare me,
a family
who didn’t frighten me
into denial
of myself
and my attraction.
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28. |
The Silent Boy - Sunspot
05:28
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A dark,
dark pool
spanning the horizon,
with waves of black fire
gently flowing
in a grey breeze.
Rainbow shimmers
reverberate
the Sunspot.
I’m reminded
of a time
when I was out
to the world,
and I felt fiery
and scared.
I used to dress
in sparkles
and colour my nails
and eyes.
Large eyelids open
one graceful, elegant,
but the other is
harsh and cruel.
I’m reminded
of
when I was in
between the
genders,
unsure.
I let the others
tell me
what I was
and mislead me.
The bright colours fade
and I blink away the shapes.
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29. |
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I run
from
the encroaching
shade
crawling
o’er
land.
The smoke
starts to drown
my senses.
Take your hands
off of her.
Your heated grip
has held us
for too long.
I was outside,
watching you
turn on her,
holding my
sister’s hand.
Black,
fiery demons
are filling
the flowing
fire.
Take your hands
off of me.
Your heated grip
has held me
for too long.
She was outside,
watching you
turn on me,
holding my
sister’s hand.
I’m used
to
running away
from
my
feelings.
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30. |
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Clusters of white,
glowing lights,
trees and birds:
They sprout from below,
across the blackened surface.
Do you
want me in your life,
or do you
want to shut me out?
Please
make up your mind.
Just make up your mind.
I dash
from light
to light
as they go out,
surrendering to dark.
Do you
want me in your life,
or do you
want to shut me out?
Please
make up your mind.
Just make up your mind.
Do you
want me in your life,
or do you
want to shut me out?
Please
make up your mind.
Just make up your mind.
Then all around
is sable.
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31. |
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Burned-black hands
grab me,
holding tightly
my whole being.
There’s nowhere
to hide;
Nowhere that’s safe.
And then my shadow’s
moving
out from under me,
and growing
into a man’s shape.
“You are my son;
I am your father,
spun from the darkness,
unlike your mother.”
I was a mistake
to you,
an accident
made
from lust.
Hands release me,
replaced by his grasp.
He is the Summer Sun,
harsh and ugly.
Whereas my mother
is the full Moon
in the Springtime.
Take your hands
off of me.
“No, no, no”
Take your hands right
off of her.
“No, no, no
You are mine now,
and I’ll put you down.”
I remember her light,
filled with love and peace.
My heart begins to glow
and sears his hands away.
I see you now.
You were
the darkness
scaring me my
whole life.
You were the demons
in the Night
that instilled all
that fright.
He starts to
fade away,
and my shadow returns
to me.
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32. |
The Silent Boy - Rings
03:16
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Heavy with the weight now,
of truth and dark sorrow.
I try to fight it,
to find another reason
for my yearning heart.
But there’s no use
when the source
of my seclusion
is staring me
in the face,
when the pain
that you caused
still resides within me,
pulled
to the forefront.
The rings
of flame and molten nature
are filling up the sky.
And there’s no use
ignoring the hurt
when the source
of my seclusion
is staring me
in the face,
when the pain
that you caused
still resides within me,
pulled
to the forefront.
Pulled to the forefront,
gathered to the center,
dark taking shape
into your shape,
into your eyes,
into your face.
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33. |
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My tears
become
an archway,
made of glowing
violet sparks
and teal waters.
The Sun tries
to dry
them out.
But this is
my prominence,
this is my truth,
from deep down inside me,
from my roots.
The arch
drips
so softly
into my eyes,
glazing o’er
them into lenses.
The Sun tries
to dry
them out,
to dissipate them
and fill me
with doubt.
But this is
my prominence,
this is my truth,
from deep down inside me,
from my roots.
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34. |
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35. |
The Silent Boy - Granule
02:50
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The warped
vision clears away,
and I fin’ly
see the true Sun.
Granules cover
the surface.
They’re turning
into spots of
white light,
becoming
my memories
that I thought
I had lost
to the darkness.
The lenses
sink into my eyes,
lending pure sight
as a gift.
I starting to
remember.
I walk within
the field of my
forgotten
childhood.
I see the
goodness I had
I see the
good and the bad.
I won’t forget,
or block out sadness.
I’ll take it all in,
with gladness.
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36. |
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The Sun
has started to go out,
solidifying,
slowly dying.
I was disowned,
abused and forgotten
by my father.
We were never close
when I was small,
so why should I
even bother
with trying to hold onto him,
considering what he did?
From afar,
I see a ripple
turn to a wave.
Out of the water,
comes a mermaid.
She was strained,
repeatedly forgotten
by her father.
So she had to
reveal herself
o’er
and o’er.
She tried to escape through vices,
but then she sought help.
Now she’s but a ghost,
saying one last goodbye.
Sweet dreams,
our Flowering Mermaid Queen.
There’s no
bitterness in
my heart.
I have to let Sol go,
for my own health.
I need to release
this hate,
release this loneliness.
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37. |
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Upon the blackened dirt,
with the Sun sleeping
forevermore,
I see a vast city
on the horizon,
bright lights glowing.
It came up from the Core,
bursting through a fissure.
I reach the gate
of the City,
veining teal lights
pulsing above me.
Placing my hand
upon a scanning module,
I’m uploaded
and turned
into data.
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Aureus Nova Solis Buffalo, New York
I have been recording music since July 2009 across various projects:
The Silent
Boy
thesilentboy.bandcamp.com
(2009-)
Stars & Constellations
stars-constellations.bandcamp.com
(2010-)
AQVARIVS
aqvarivs.bandcamp.com
(2013-2014)
Kaleidanoyse
kaleidanoyse.bandcamp.com
(2012, 2016-)
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