Stand and Fight

Don’t put me to shame
I was heading in the right direction
My family, my friends
They are all the same

Don’t bring me down
I will stand and fight
My enemies, my demons
They don’t push me around

(c) Marc Noël 2016

TBT: The Captured Room (2004)

West Caster, 1856

The owner of the mansion was walking towards the door, knife in hand. As he got closer to the door he could hear strange sounds. He opened the door; the man was performing a ritual with ornaments and strange smelling potions. The sorcerer man had boarded with the owner for three months now. He decided, for the sake of his family, that he had to get rid of the wizard man.

The sorcerer didn’t notice the owner until he was on top of him. The man, pointing the blade, threatened and motioned him to get in the small closet. He locked the door and left the room.

What If I Refuse?

What if I refuse, what will you do?
I turn to walk down my own path
I run to survive my own wrath-
If I refuse to only do as you please,
What will you do?

What if I prove you wrong, what will you say?
You hide until you need to criticize me
You judge me for what you can’t be-
If I prove you wrong as you fear,
What will you say?

(c) Marc Noël 2016

TBT: Tikanjiah (2000)

(Original Version)

Apotropaic-
I run towards the past
Portal sculptures
Looking down on me
High notes I crave
In articulo mortis

Reservoir-
I look forward to last
Fine words
Talking down to me
Sounds of trance I crave
In the name Tikanjiah

(In Articulo Mortis short cut version)

apotropaic-

evil in

my eye

portal sculptures

looking down

at me

reservoir-

in articulo

mortis

looking down

on me

(c) Marc Noël 2000

Outrunning

Emerged from my fears
I found my courage
From crying to shaking
Debilitating-
A protector would come to intervene

In the absence of anxiety
I found my true voice
From lying to deceiving
Confusing-
Truth will remove the smokescreen

(c) Marc Noël 2016

TBT: Erase The Night (1999)

Erase the night
The captivation of my memories
In spite of my thoughts
I follow my energy

I think of my fright
And how it survives
In spite of my will
To be contrary

Follow my dreams
The captivation of my soul
In spite of my weakness
I follow my destiny

I think of the night
And how it thrives
In spite of my feelings
To be me

(c) Marc Noël 1999