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Red Bird, Black Sky
07:03
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I will be free.
It is strange how the voyage towards salvation anguishes within my soul. If these moments of existence were simplistic, would the passionate drive for fulfillment "be less the fruit it bares". I am a wondering stranger lost in travels touching the world with my fingertips, tasting with my lips. It is completeness that I seek. The fields of passion so sweet, I crave for this sweet passion. "Contrived existence will be yours", said the spirit... I feel the call. Wind beckoning, it whirls, vivacious chills against my warmed body, creeping bumps serpentine down back. The raw soul is pure. Tantalizing dreams, fantasies...Run in the wild with the wolves, I am free, branches of life beating against m tattered body, blood drips from hands and feet...Swim to the mystical depths of the sea, I am free, dolphins splash calling with their shrilling bark beating, beating like drums in my ears...Fly riding the wind, I am free floating in a sea of gaseous elements, like a bird I shall fly high in my sky free from all even me. Listen close. Celestial sounds call, singing songs, cherubic voices of angles say my name..."You who dwell in the shadows of this earth shall find refuge". I am a tree reaching up, up, up, dance the dance with the winds against my coarse dilapidated bark with chirping songs of everlasting music interwoven amongst my branches, the birds shout. Blind foolish ones see stamina and fortitude standing tall, miles high, the solid trunk is my being...look deep at my base, deeper, you must pierce my body with your eyes only then will you see how deep my roots lie. That is my dark side, untouched by the rays of warmth, hope. It lies deeper than my dreams and fantasies. Weaving between the rock and dirt. Jaunty cold wet earth saturates my heart. Stretching arms wide embracing the darkness, it's my journey to hell.
Image: James P. Keeler
Words: Marlo Suderski
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2. |
The Weight of Headstones
03:26
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resonating quivers, echoing drops-
sounds from the angels of night
crying with drops of black...falling
onto headstones
flightless souls trapped
they cannot run
they cannot hide
they are bound to their corpses
the purest of color controls them
the black of night
the black of tears
the black of heart- when living
an earthly punishment
now-cry out their woes
to the deaf ears of god
Visual: Marlo Suderski
Words: Marlo Suderski
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3. |
A Small Release
07:07
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pain runs deep
it is the mind that creates this everlasting pain
i can not resist the urge
my mind forces the actions
i know what i must do
it is a contribution
i must force physical pain onto myself
it is only then that the true anguish will subside
i am screaming for help
but the sound falls upon empty ears
i speak of my own ears not the ears of others
others see the pain and anguish which controls
their voices just linger
i am certain, a slash to ease the mind
a small sacrifice to solve the greater pain
unwilling-but there is no way to stop
it seems simple enough
razor in hand
cut
red pours out
and the mind settles- for now
Visual: Marlo Suderski
Words: Marlo Suderski
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4. |
Escape
09:01
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The smallest glimmer of light still rests
inside of me. It is the light of hope
which I can barely grasp in my
weakened state. At this moment I
am alone, so I am safe. Though fear
still screams in my head. Treacherous
fear, I wish its intensity can stop the
beating of my heart. What will
be next? My mind races. When
will he return?
I hear foot steps. It is the cracking
of twigs and leaves beneath the
soles of his boots. I begin to shake.
It is the purity of true terror which
controls my body now. I am no longer
safe. He has come back for me. As
the handle turns on the tattered
door, and slowly cracks open, I begin
to feel wet lines stream down my face.
I must be crying, but, I can not make a
sound. For if I do it will begin all over
again and again. As he enters my eyes fall. I
stare at the floor paralyzed. Step by step
he approaches, smothering any glimmers
of light...slipping from my grasp; slipping from
my heart.
These are the moments that I know there
is only one way to escape. Freedom from
this decrypted place. But, I am the puppet
and he is the master, so he must choose to
free me. All I can do is hope he will tire,
so to smother his desires. Then I will be
free and I shall leave peacefully, covered
in red.
Visual: Marlo Suderski
Words: Marlo Sudersk
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5. |
A Deaf Cry
10:29
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deathless shrieking echo of a drop
drips to profound depths of emptiness
daggers prevail as they are plunged continuously
deep into the heart of a love
listen
try to here the sound
feel its presence
it is the cry of a porcelain doll
anguish emptiness chaos and fear
are all sounds of its daunting tears
unable to move
she tries to cry out
howls of pain
shrinking echoes of tears
the cry of her voice lingers through walls of empty ears
Words & Visual: Marlo Suderski
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molested by manipulating demons
there in the distance it lies
the realm of a shattered prism
once zealous
exuberant with life
now overflows with the denseness of space
its essence drained
raped form the core
irreversible it crumbles
lifelessly deteriorating into the depths of a black hole
its mold pulverized at birth
never to be sculpted again
left with whirling sounds of anguish
fading echoes of space
listen and you will here the sounds of doom - destruction
prancing rhythmically to hostile prevalent
their conquest fulfilled
greed-power-possession
emotions that linger
within each of us
Words & Visual: Marlo Suderski
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7. |
The Grim
03:24
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drip...drip...drip...
blood spreads thinly across brick
as hard as the
unbreakable concept of death.
there is no running
or hiding from this solid end
life is fragile but death is firm and resilient
tick...tick...tick...
are its sounds drawing near
it is what you hear
the sounds of hollow faces
speaking in empty tongues
with empty recognition of what
they are and where they must go
thump...thump...thump...
as black heavy filth
is tossed on your box
rigid self rest
still of breath
empty is your voice
blank is your mind
you are denied more time
and
that
is
that!
Words & Photography: Marlo Suderski
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8. |
Symptom of the End
04:54
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Across the neck
smooth and deep
warm wet essence of life emerge
it is then your demise will lead your eyes through foot-steps
the path taken is well known
it is your reflection of what you are and will never be
each drop spilled brings one step closer to complete the tale of thee
you are cold
chills run the length of your chest and back
it is simply the symptom of the end drawing near
your breath slow and shallow as life seeps out
color pools at your feet
tick tock silenced the clock
it is then you fall ending all
and your life is now complete
Words: Marlo Suderski
Visual: Marlo Suderski + James P. Keeler
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9. |
Serpent Dream
08:24
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Slithering serpent, crept slowly down the
path of eerie cedar and crushed forest death.
At times, he crossed my path, as I warily stepped,
stepped, stepped. His serpent forked tongue
brushed my heels, as a reminder that I am not
alone. There are the others with their tainted breath.
I am uncertain which way will lead me to the
right path towards the light--departure from pain and
certainty from the freedom of others. The others who's
foot steps castigates who I am and will ever be. In
the light all will be seen. Life is full and green once
more with gleaming voices, chirping on high.
what a dream.
what a dream.
there is none.
Words: Marlo Suderski
Visual: Marlo Suderski
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10. |
The Remainder
05:26
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In the dead of night, creep the beasts of dread, burning
their foot steps into the fruitless soil of destruction.
Who are these beasts? They are the comers, bringing
forth nothing but emptiness- shallow pits of nothingness.
They heed none but themselves. The many have tried to
escape from this end, but the clutches of these beasts
entangle all. There is no escape, only entrapment.
During the moments that the beasts reign, one can
see the inner working of self. It is only then that
darkness is greatest... ramped exhaustion consuming
all that you are and all that you could possibly be.
Dismantled pieces remains in the depth of the saturated
soil of destruction. Flowing tears reveal imprisonment
of past deeds- the deeds that have swallowed you
whole and consumed your existence.
Words: Marlo Suderski
Visual: Marlo Suderski & James P. Keeler
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11. |
To an End
04:47
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I am molested by the concept that the past events of one's life
creates an individuals reality. Further more, haunting thoughts
of a cursed life full of havoc and despair begets the life I lead.
Whisper of joyous moments may weave temporary fortune in
my life but despairs cloak has always hovered over head, dooming
all glimmers of hope for the freedom of its grasp. I am alone in
a world of evil and evil has taken my hand leading me to my end.
Words & Image: Marlo Suderski
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12. |
Constellation
04:02
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13. |
Dusk
09:37
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