Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Introduction:
“Death Pact” is my first foray into blending my original dark psychedelic music with my poetry. At its core is my poem “Visions of Death,” voiced and interwoven with soundscapes that bend toward the surreal and a dark psychedelic, experimental sound. This is the seed of what will become my project Vallis Mortis, but for now I’m releasing it under my name to share the experiment and the vision with you. It’s both track and text — a pact between sound and word.
“Death Pact” is my first foray into blending my original dark psychedelic music with my poetry. At its core is my poem “Visions of Death,” voiced and interwoven with soundscapes that bend toward the surreal and a dark psychedelic, experimental sound. This is the seed of what will become my project Vallis Mortis, but for now I’m releasing it under my name to share the experiment and the vision with you. It’s both track and text — a pact between sound and word.
Visions of Death
Mesmerizing black,
Shining brightly,
Hanging on tightly,
To the edge of life and death.
“Hang on,” I hear you cry.
But I ask why,
What if I want to die,
Can you save me from myself?
Come save me foolish redeemer,
Before I eat dinner
And die from food poisoning,
An ascent to the stars up above.
Slaves and whores, that’s all you are.
Death deceives you,
It comes in looking like a lamb
And steals you away.
It consumes the blood of the living;
It feeds off of us like parasites.
It takes us to unknown origins,
That are located in the middle of
Endless tunnels in the realm of surrealism.
And all of this makes me wonder,
Whether I stand with full vision,
Or whether I’m standing blind.
But I’m not blind,
I’m only left behind,
Behind a cross made with dogwood,
Watching a crucifixion —
Another death.
Shining brightly,
Hanging on tightly,
To the edge of life and death.
“Hang on,” I hear you cry.
But I ask why,
What if I want to die,
Can you save me from myself?
Come save me foolish redeemer,
Before I eat dinner
And die from food poisoning,
An ascent to the stars up above.
Slaves and whores, that’s all you are.
Death deceives you,
It comes in looking like a lamb
And steals you away.
It consumes the blood of the living;
It feeds off of us like parasites.
It takes us to unknown origins,
That are located in the middle of
Endless tunnels in the realm of surrealism.
And all of this makes me wonder,
Whether I stand with full vision,
Or whether I’m standing blind.
But I’m not blind,
I’m only left behind,
Behind a cross made with dogwood,
Watching a crucifixion —
Another death.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 1995.
Visions of Death was originally published on MyPoeticSide.com, September 8, 2024.
Visions of Death was originally published on MyPoeticSide.com, September 8, 2024.
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- Comment from author about the poem: It’s time for some more Freaky Friday Frolics. This is Part 6 in an ongoing series titled The Birth of Tristan Robert Lange. Death Pact is a fusion of my poem "Visions of Death" with an original psychedelic score I composed. It’s both poem and track, spoken and sung, a haunting experiment that marks the first step toward my emerging project Vallis Mortis.
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Congratulation Tristan for having the courage to try new things. Nicely done my friend.
Soren, thank you, my friend…your support means a lot. Life is an adventure after all. 😊 This was a new kind of experiment for me, pushing into darker, psychedelic ground, and I’m glad it came through. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Most welcome my friend
Cool! I always love finding new music. That coupled with reading poetry, 2 of my favorite things in one place.
Alex, I love hearing that, my friend…means a lot knowing the fusion landed for you. Poetry and music together just feel right. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Thanks again.
...superb haunting skills and performance
Grateful as always, my friend. This was me pushing into darker psychedelic/experimental territory, and hearing you call the skills and performance “haunting” tells me I hit the right chord. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Rock on, Rik! 🤘😎
Most certainly enjoyed bruh 😎
Rock on! 🤘😎 The guitars are what took me so long, over a year, to figure out! And they were far simplar than what I was originally trying to pull off! hahaha! Isn't that the way it works? 🤣
True, true! 😄
Ozzie Osborne would be proud. Definitely lyrics , and yes freaky frolics indeed. 🤣 🌹
YESSSS! Thank you so much for that! The Ozzman's approval...wow! Thank you so much, dearst Teddy. You made my day! Glad the freaky frolics were worthy! 😎🤘🖤🙏💜🕯️🐦⬛
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