ollie your halo off the ground
‘fore they see it’s slipped from your crown
do it with your winged heels
do it before the night reveals
they consider you a sidekick
you can lose their trust in one click
so stash your tacky aureole
and let them think you’re an asshole
you never wanted to be an angel
but rather a devil lewd and baneful
no one cared what your soul blooms for
‘fore shoving you onto god’s waiting womb floor
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2017-2018
here I stand upwind
with a dead bird in my hands
in barren Eden
and look at the sore plucked backs
of my deserting brothers
I yell after them
“omens are a pile of crap!
who can blame people
if hosts of heaven act like
credulous aborigines?”
wind snatches my words
and mixes them up with sand
nobody believes
that cold grey ash in my hands
is an arising phoenix
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
A collaboration. Two different worlds collide and break. Myriads of shards fly apart. A broken glass… They say it’s good luck. Matt and I gathered the shards carefully. We didn’t hurry. We enjoyed the process. Our collaboration is like a restored stained-glass window. I must admit that the picture that appeared when we finished was a big surprise for both of us.
I want to put one of Matt’s comments here.
“This one had a profound effect on me, my philosophy and beliefs.”
I don’t know what I can add here. Thank you, Matt! Thank you for your courage, for your honesty. Thank you for your talent.
I’m proud of our collaborations.
Lucifer by Caelicorn
If a world is a house
and people are windows
I am the window which is always dark
Too long I was under your curse
I doted too hard on you
I was doped… near a fatal dose
Upon cold Earth I fell
raptured by the hungry darkness…
as years like days passed
The transparency slowly fled
My glass tempered and stained by rain
scraping my pane like salted tears
I am a black leukoma
on the spotless white face
Inoperable, necrotic cells
I was deplumed to blood by you
I was grilled to ash by you
I was the roasted angel…
But I will know light again
for my descendants are many
on the final stage they have placed me…
Rustle of maracas
and cold black candle-ends
are around me. I take a wax knife
Shamans circle – music peaks
West winds blow relentless
My rite of passage awaits
I fight with bright sunshine
to the last drop of day
I kill it like a mad savage beast
The years are purged now
My ethos born anew
beneath stars of endless night
If a world is a house
and people are windows
I am the window licked clean by hatred
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & THIS MORTAL FLESH
© All rights reserved 2015
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