wisdom

Wis­dom what I wouldn’t do
and dy­ing as an art, for thee
to touch you in your as mourn­ing crying
a heart, Bleu as the sea
that drift­ed so far in the bellows
of the un­der­world of youths an­guish­ful scorn,
in your maid­ens soul at war
where mankind’s aw­ful cry­ing is heard and where it’s born.

I would give my satisfactions
to sooth your frailty and pu­trid hurt
and be if you will as­sured, I await
every word, of you, like the dirt
for you, with your flow­ers of the demons,
with me of which we learnt
Lingers as our pa­tience sweet
for a day to dawn and then come.

Where all the de­lights of this unsweet life
be again for us glo­ri­ous­ly won.
trea­sure spun, in misanthropy
and woe of ut­ter­ly undone.

A bliss, gained in mar­vels of that kiss,
with our demons we could only miss
As the buried do their lives,
and their in dust and corpses sti­fled cries.
Where the dead’s most deca­dent ide­al lies,
will our pas­sions rise.

With our vir­tu­ous­ness as it with­out our regret
silent­ly and fer­vent­ly dies.

While we applaud,
and where our kin­ship with so­ci­ety comprise
that we it in a bil­lion de­grees boil and defile,
will have it with more ter­ror at the side
and wel­come the more ashes
of their sor­row spir­its blow us in our face and scorch our bodies
from the fires where they burn,
and spawn their ad­ver­sary of the dumb, soul­less species.
 

—aey­lyeaelle ell­he de ellendeh

Flom­mist Aey­lyeaelle Ell­he De El­len­deh is a ne­oro­man­tic and neosym­bol­ist artist and philoso­pher, stud­ied sculpt­ing at The Roy­al Acad­e­my of Dec­o­ra­tive Arts of Antwerp Bel­gium, He de­cried ac­tu­al­ly hav­ing fall­en in love stand­ing be­fore the Psy­che of Leighton in Lon­don, hav­ing cried over the Sleep­ing Beau­ty by Suss­mann hell­born and hav­ing spir­i­tu­al re­li­gious af­fec­tions for the Sphinc Mys­terieux by Charles van der Stap­pen. Dec­o­ra­tive sculp­tor and Au­thor of a neosym­bol­ist mythol­o­gy on Kant­ian per­cep­tion, on the imag­i­na­tion, in­spi­ra­tion, art, deca­dence, es­thet­ics and pas­sion, hate, mis­an­thropy main­ly. Heav­i­ly in­flu­enced by Huys­mans A re­bours and Schopen­hauers refuge in art as Sades will to free erotics. He in­vent­ed the Eif­fel tow­er sev­er­al times the size of the cur­rent one in paris to launch trains into space in an art nou­veau way. He in­vent­ed can­dles on re­mote con­trol. He in­vent­ed a game of chess with over 200 pieces per play­er and in an en­tire­ly clas­si­cal and de­scent set­up. With a line of Bish­ops, an Army, an­gels, boul­ders, with tow­ers that need to be de­fend­ed for­ward to launch the boul­ders, with a court, and a high­er court with Elvin, Elvin King, Em­per­or, Em­press and vam­pire of melan­choly and a vam­pire le­gion. He is a self de­clared mad­man and of­fi­cial­ly de­clared in­sane by the state of Bel­gium deu to his ro­man­tic up­risals. De­sign­er and ar­chi­tect of the fu­ture city of Anae­htheana, which is best de­scribed as the most beau­ti­ful and lux­u­ri­ous place ever de­vised, with the con­crete bridges done again in mar­ble, a wild zoo where the high­way is now. And a for­ti­fied vat­i­can in­spired wall for a le­gion of Joans of Arc he is try­ing to call. Among that, he is call­ing upon all ar­che­types cur­rent­ly in cos­play goth­ic and mu­sic to build, among oth­er things, a Vam­pire Lane with goth­ic schools, goth­ic mu­se­ums and goth­ic lounges and palaces. And an Angh an­gel fortress. It is his one and only and fi­nal mis­sion to re­place all com­mer­cial bill­boards with ro­man­tic and aca­d­e­m­ic paint­ings. Etc … Copy­right © 2019 Aey­lyeaelle Ell­he De El­len­deh. Im­age source.‬

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