The Matrix Of Death II: Guffs Of The Dead

By Lex Taylor

The Matrix Of Death is a deep descent into death feelings. Also into other kind of feelings more fit for persons above the nominal six feet.

Volume Two -- Homescikness Of The Dead

Moving and pathetic poems on sadness, pity, sympathy, disgust, depression, self-pity, the odious and loathsome, the compassionate, the disturbing and terrible, fear, anxiety, worry, irritation and stress

Did you ever wonder about life beyond the grave? Now it's your time to get a glimpse into the other side!

Allow Lex Taylor take you on a journey to the beyond without the necessity of, well? dying.

The biggest concatenation of dark and bizarre views, thoughts and feelings about death in poetic form, by a single author, to date!

This saga will relax you with more than two-hundred poems on death, featuring all sort of eldritch emotions and situations, presented in many different traditional poetic forms.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lex Taylor
• Release date: May 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370866175

Lex Taylor

I'm thirty-five years old and I've been writing poetry since my teens. I was an active member of the ACiD computer art collective for four years and have been designing, publishing and writing in electronic form for around eighteen years.

Book preview

The Matrix Of Death

Volume Two

of the homonymous series

The Matrix Of Death

Volume Two — Guffs Of The Dead

LEX TAYLOR

Copyright © 2004-2011 by Lex Taylor

All rights kept.

Designed by Lex Taylor

Cover Photo by Fosco Lucarelli

www.thematrixofdeath.com

NOTICE

A bankroll of sadness in the hands of a global gladiator with an aesthetic edge could prove a devastating fare for the dwellers in the threshold at death’s gates. I want the following vignettes to talk for themselves, but a preclusive explanation will be relevant.

The enmeshing in which western schools of thought and diverse, as well as perfunctory, pseudo-philosophical and/or metaphysical doctrines, with their stiffened word-juggling obeisant of the systems of socio-economical indoctrination and covert mental conditionings and introjection are minatory… and they extend to the realm of loving memory.

To the point this stage drama is taken, I dare not speak out of a poem…

Guffs Of The Dead

Bad the signs, bad the poem.

Why should hellish, rough worlds beyond us spoil,

Coldly according about our fate?

Letting us like killed garbage, ingrained,

What caustic signs those one needs to foil!