Not In Rivers, But In Twilight

This post is about how I was suckered into seeing New Moon with a good friend of mine (who is most definitely female), and fell prey to such a great fit of cringing throughout its duration that I almost regretted buying tickets for both of us, and then I saw this poster in Bella's room:



...and suddenly it was all worth 2 1/2 hours of terrible acting and 14-year old screams for toned abdominal muscles.

*P.S. - the poster is the cover for ISIS' "Not In Rivers, But In Drops" Single release.

Landon Martin's Musical Endeavors

www.myspace.com/visioninxenon

this was formerly the music page for my one-man triphop/glitch/electronica project that fell flat on its face. it is now the home of Landon Martin's Musical Endeavors, where anything and everything that I create that isn't for CZAR (www.myspace.com/emeraldmusicproject) or The Ironknees (no website) will go. I will be collaborating with the likes of JJ "Shiv" Polachek and Meghan Seitz, as well as my good friend Nick Landreth. Anyone interested in collaborating musically should send me a line at the above web address. Also, you should add me if you have a myspizzle and listen to what I got. More is always on its way, I write almost constantly.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Today

was for all intents and purposes, the worst day of my life.

I hate everything.

Aura Embodying Goddess Black

In the darkness of my sleep
She came to end the nightmare
When I awoke I was swallowed
In a shroud of pale emptiness
I saw with the clearest vision
A frame enshrined in desolation
In silent blankness of thought
Staring into me like black holes

Oh how death knocked down my door
And her warmth brought such comfort
More than any friend could provide
The atmosphere of a dying breath

Oh how she came and rid my body
Of all the life I held so disgustingly dear
To show me the peace of solitude
The eternity of a nonexistent

Her words escape like slits of smoke
Evaporating on oxygen contact
Swarmed in black mass of static
Like a hive dead in the heart of winter
Her empty voice soothes my wounds
Walls melt everything separate forms one
Six hours unveiling the darkest of words
Six more condemning the darkest of worlds

Above a choking December's fog
The tops of the trees stand defiant
And outside my window carrion birds
Descend to feast on a frozen globe
(But) In aura embodying goddess black
I float away to lonely universes
To occupy the empty air and space
To lie asleep in the bosom of death

Bitter Servant

When sadness came
You were not there for me
When I called your name
You had nothing to say
Under blackened skies
I stood my ground alone
Tears ran from my eyes
But you never wiped them dry
When the rain fell
I found no shelter in you
When I was in hell
I was given no outstretched hand
On the coldest nights
You never called me in
Shivers ran down my spine
But you never embraced me

When darkness came
I was there for you
When you called my name
I heard everything you had to say
When your fears closed in
You never had to face them alone
Tears ran from your eyes
And I always wiped them dry
When everything fell
I became a shelter for you
When the storm would not quell
I held you in my arms
When you were alone at night
I came and embraced you
I turned on the light
I brought you in

I keep coming back
I keep coming back to your steps
Like a wretched dog
Like a bitter servant

I keep coming back
I keep coming back to your door
Like a wretched dog
Like a bitter servant

I keep coming back
I keep coming back to your feet
Like a wretched dog
Like a bitter servant

I keep coming back
I keep coming back to you
Like a fucking wretch
Like a bitter servant