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  • XXVVIII: Romanticize the Grave (in progress)
  • XXVII: Daemons - 2013
  • XXVI: F r a g m e n t s (part III) The Written Word Is Dead - 2013 (published)
  • XXV: F r a g m e n t s (part II) For the Sense Of God - 2013 (published)
  • XXIV: F r a g m e n t s (part I) F r a g m e n t s - 2013 (published)
  • XXIII: Saints Rose - 2013 (published)
  • XXII: Soul's Haven - 2013
  • XXI: The Paradox - 2013 (published)
  • XX: ICONOGRAPHY - 2012
  • XIX: THE OLD EPITAPH - 2012 (published)
  • XVIII: THE CRYPTIC ALTARS - 2012
  • XVII: Seen Through Different Eyes - 2011 (published)
  • XVI: Cemetery of Garlands - 2011 (published)
  • XV: Lunar Heart - 2010 (published)
  • XIV: PAGES FROM ASHES - 2010 (published)
  • XIII: Little Rabbits - 2009 (published)
  • XI-XII: Shepherd's Gray / Forgiveness in Will - 2009 (published)
  • X: Afterlife - 2008 (published)
  • IX: "From A Melancholy Thoughtfulness" - 2008 (published)
  • VIII: Black Rain - 2007 (published)
  • VII: The Silence Within & Out - 2007
  • VI: Observation - 2006 (published)
  • V: Ethereal - 2006
  • IV: Kingdom - 2006
  • III: The Purpose - 05'-06' (published)
  • II: Follow The Art - 04'-05'
  • I: My Sense Of Compassion - 03'-04'

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Elucidation


The change in me is nothing more than a symptom
Of what has already taken over…
Trying to outlast the sun;
When you’re the fallen
I fall through the darkest part
And when my silence eludes your shadow
It’s quite simple what I’ve become,
If I even care to answer…
I don’t feel I need a word at all.

Memorizing the colours and shapes in a mind- distorted
The hydrocodone slowing down the pulsation in my heart
To feel any pain not even from another
This loss is something you’d never want to know.

Can you see it in my eyes?
Your compassion is fading in the yellow morning sunrise
And I don’t feel any different
When I’m out in this world or when I hide behind closed doors
This reflection is just the image you create.

… … …

Disappearing
Are the wings spread from the rapture…
Flying high among the snow fallen trees
Painted are, the last words written from my hand
The landscape I escape through self medication…

The change in me is nothing more than a symptom
To what has already taken over…
Trying to outlast the sun.

This wind is growing
Separating the colour all around me,
This serenade breaking through
Is the red from the sky as it continues to snow…

When you’re the fallen, I fall through the darkest part
And when my silence eludes your shadow
It’s quite simple what I’ve become,
If I even care to answer…
I don’t feel I need a word at all.

Alec Wildey - Dec 11, 2009
Little Rabbits © 2009

The Final Run


I. “A Smile for the Few”

The subtle dim-
Cold reflection in my eyes

Saw no side of the mirror;
I reached down before the envy

And gave back the crowd my once empty voice…


Silence eroded the sky

As the horizon turned from blood red to gray

We, in one heartbeat felt its strength dwindle to weakness

And displace- the already fading sun.

I, in my reflection
Torn between the voice and all reason

Couldn’t decide for myself
Whether to speak or disregard the rumors

As they became known to me…


You let the curse feel wanted

Huddled in the mass of your own shadow

Your own reflection- don’t let this belong in me.
Settle down, act yourself;
An envision of the light that passes through all beings…


The candlelight flickered out

From the cold air displaced from my window

No place here holds beauty, anymore

It’s just empty space I fill with nothing.

II. Moonlighted Heart

We are heading to the end of all unsung

A page in the book blown free from its others

The sadness mirror image canceled out
From no one knowing the true affliction.

Moonlighted heart-

And rebirth for my ascending fear to rest for good.

Collapse the light you open inside-

To witness the beauty of our passing
Speak now in a room filled with others.

Our beginnings and our endings

Meet as we cross infinity

Speak no longer; and lose yourself in the final run

No need for words, no need for thoughts

Forgiveness is in will.

Reach deep inside- find the rope and climb

From our tunnel we believe only what we see.

III. “Forgiveness in Will”

Take the light

Travel to the end of the earth to pass it by

And forgive yourself, to heal and to let others die.
Forgiveness of your own and passing fears
Will dissolve like smoke,

Breathe in again like night in summer silhouette

Breathe for your ascending spirit to be lifted

Open your heart and rise-

And heal for your forgiveness.


Alec Wildey © Forgiveness in Will

July 2009