Fall Into Light

You relinquished your charcoal heart
to my care. I have
smudged my fingers in your darkness,
tasted the ashes of your loneliness.

I stir the cauldron of your mind
as it simmers,
the fragrant steam a scent
of secrets and pain.

I will amalgamate your soul,
An inexorable pressure.
Lies will leak from our mouths
until fear dies.

Believe, you begged me.
Dreams more real than life,
we are creatures
of oaths and light.

From the ashes of every turn of the wheel,
we will rise, a phoenix crafted
of flame and passion.
Fall into light with me, my heart.

I.O. Kirkwood ©2017 All Rights Reserved.

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Gealach an Cuerna

I am your moon;

A subtle force that affects your tides;

A satellite to whom you turn and divine

The mysteries of amour, ardor, and succor.

 

I rise in your nights and set in your days.

Waxing bright and beguiling, I illuminate dark secrets.

Waning, wrapped in black velvet and a silver smile,

I am a crescent upon which to hang your dreams.

 

I will find you in the darkest shadow;

Follow you to the ends of the earth;

You will never be alone.

I am your moon.

 

I.O. Kirkwood © 2017. All rights reserved.

 

Photo courtesy of Zero Project: Moonlight Requiem

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The Owls Are Not What They Seem

TOANWTSHearth

The Owls Are Not What They Seem

Dark Holler Arts (http://darkhollerarts.com/)

Release Date: November 11, 2016

Shadow Woods Metal Fest 2015 introduced me to The Owls Are Not What They Seem. The name’s a mouthful and their sound is an earful. As black and white images flickered behind them, The Owls (ANWTS) used various instruments, including a digeridoo, to create a madness that transported me into that realm where strange things happen and only witchcraft can explain it.

I guess I could call it Gothic Mood Metal or Gothic Horror Metal but those are just labels that don’t describe the experience with any accuracy. My idea of horror involves blood and guts and serial killers, but I was schooled by a horror aficionado after I scoffed at a gorgeous, moonlit mural in a woodland.

Apparently, such a mural is considered horror. I see it as melancholic, dramatic, and right up my alley. Exciting even and whoever is horrified by that needs to stay away from The Owls (ANWTS).

Very few bands can recreate a live show on an album. There’s an energy that compression destroys, that digital technology erases, and I’ve found that I’ll see a live show that I loved and the album leaves me cold.

Brian Magar, guitarist for The Owls (ANWTS) has this to say about the new album Hearth, “I believe our new album captures our “live” sound a bit better. We made a conscious effort to push this. I think you’re going to dig it.”

And dig it, I did.

The songs bleed into each other, sometimes a cacophony of sound, but the hum of the live performance rides underneath and ties the songs into one theme. You must see them live to understand as words cannot describe the images that the music draws forth from the subconscious.

Fortunately, The Owls (ANWTS) will be at Shadow Woods Metal Fest 2017. I hope they’ll be on the Woodland Stage (hint, hint), but I’ll take a live show of theirs any way I can get it. You should check them out by getting your Festival tickets here .

You can also check out Hearth here:

And you can connect with The Owls (ANWTS) here.

America the “Beautiful”

We are a culture

of Wastrels,

Cannibals

who don’t eat

what we kill.

We treat other countries

like paper plates

and crumpled napkins;

plastic cups

and broken forks.

We throw everything we’ve used

into a big can

and call it

Refuse.

We haul refuse

to the dump.

A Dump

is taking a shit.

We shit on other nations.

We call ourselves

Superior,

proud to be American.

We can’t keep

our own backyard

Clean:

cellophane wrappers,

cigarette butts,

coffee cups;

“illegal” immigrants,

welfare recipients,

transients.

We shit

on each other.

America the “Beautiful,”

my ass.

2016 © iokirkwood.com “America the ‘Beautiful.’” All rights reserved.