"Beckoning In Search of Reckoning" 1996

"Beckoning In Search of Reckoning"


Vacant hearted within the realm of my minds home

A fierce awakening ignites my brain to roam

The train door closes, and they come beckoning

Knocking on the chamber door in search of reckoning

Bemoans the grim phantasm of lurid remorse

Decaying war painted walls shed fading moss

Shaking today the skin of yesterdays halls

Flaking dismay and sin as destiny calls


Like sugar in tea, dissolving the pain of history

Disrobing the haunting curse of unfaced mystery

Rouge colored fragments peel and surrender

Carpeting the ground plaguing those who remember

Like lifes recipe, raspberry covered guilt

Every flower deserves the chance to wilt

We preserve the shadows of antique lands

So to see ourselves within ghostly hands

Madness manifests suffocating within the walls

We heed the melancholy screams as insanity calls

Echoing to the parade of marching shadows in white

Whispering secrets to black eyed angels in flight

Merciful wings stir an unrest of self branded humility

The mind spins the revolving doors of hollows futility

Stripped naked in the absence of eternal light

Comes the dawning of ancestral reflection tonight

I ask the vision within the mirror " Are We Happy Yet ?

And she replies with ghostly blackened eyes " Have we met ?

Khristina Lupinacci 1996