The best day of my life. Ever since I’ve returned home from downtown
As for Opeth, need I elaborate more on their amazing stage presence, especially of Mikael, they gracious way in which they wield their instruments and talents for us all to bathe in? I’ll not go on and on about how much I idolize and love this band, even with the two newcomers, who are by the way, and excellent addition. They opened with Demon of the Fall, which Mikael confessed later was normally their encore. I couldn’t think of a better opening. But the second song they played, and at that moment I felt higher than I’ve ever been! I felt something of my spirit straining so hard to get out and join the music in its myriad dancing that I would have gladly expired just to let my spirit have its wish. They played Master’s Apprentice, and it will forever be the best moment of my life. Ace, no one could have gotten me a better present. And they played it, and every song, so well, so Perfectly! and I will to my last breath recall the bass thumping my entire body and the notes humming in my head, along with the masterful voice and words.
They played only one song from their newest album, and I was so blown away at how brutal it was! As for the rest, they played Wreath, In My Time of Need, and Serenity Painted Death. I’m sure they played more than that, and I can’t quite recall which songs they were unless I’m actually listening to the album. But by the gods it was, glorious. It made my heart sing even louder to hear Mikael announce that this was one of the best times they’ve had in
Ace also bought me an Opeth hoodie, which is the best thing ever.
And now, to the PaganMetal Fest, which is now acclaimed as the best show I ever had the pleasure of attending. Openers Oakhelm were
I can’t say anything negative against any of the bands that played last night; everything was amazing. I feel more inspired now than ever to take up my musical passions that I’ve let flounder in the wake of cooking. I want to dance! I want to inspire and remind of past glories, of days when we were all truly alive, and not zombies to corporations and “entertainment”.
Time will tell…look for pictures up soon on my myspace account.
Forgive me, I’m now taken by the irresistible urge to dance and sing.
Twilight and Beauty,
Worlds within worlds
tears and blood spawn life in fertile sacred grounds
The memories strong enough to blow us back a step
strike our guts and hearts
to say “This is truth, this is life
The other is a lie, a dream.”
Eat the forbidden fruit, drink blessed waters
see the clouds we hide ourselves in
Masks of faces so familiar we daren’t question
the smile so rare, a pocket in the eye that seems to glare
past the veil of intricacies, down to the simple earth hidden
Know for the first time, love
Bonus points if anyone, though very unlikely, can tell me what book I read to pull that vision out of.
Under a hidden moon she rises
Stumbling through darkened rocky walkways
Hungering for lustful embraces and soothing words.
A pain, sharp insistent bowl of longing inside her chest
Makes her gasp for the dark air,
Reach to the blackened skies for release
From hysteria brought about by Luna.
Dark Diana and Glorious Pan,
she the unseen voyeur
Of graceful orgies the gods performed
Out of pure joy and love.
Vines of ivy and wisteria climb the paths she tries to walk
And find the tears her heart may block
From ears eager to listen
To cries of whispered love untouched
Amber eyes, a glowing crimson mote within
Forecast of balanced intrigue
A sadistic arousal, masochism play
She sings, she runs, she falls exhausted to
a cold wet ground
Staring at eyes not there,
In forests and glades that have disappeared,
Water falling no one bothered to tell her
Had been dammed by the branches of doubt,
Branches of self-consciousness, of fear.
Through blessings or favor of Divine,
Luna deems to shine
Her glorious fullness
upon this lady’s fair face
As she sits in dampened grass,
Crying tears of bliss
Lightened her countenance
Her mind became aware
Of the glowing beauty before her
In life and wild woods
In rocks and trees and shrubs
So she did not notice, enraptured at Nature’s ways,
When the object of her longing appeared
halfway through a blazing night, a shimmering light
A star burst at the energy captured between the two.
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