there is an endless field of flashing lights ( Read more... )

a trip back in time, to about 6 months ago, when i still felt this way.  Things have changed, but my state of mind at the time is now immortalized in verse.  here it is.

My love is a faded, wilted red rose,

Made to believe an unfair fantasy,

“Only in brightest bloom shines true beauty.”

She is a seed from which all sorrow grows.

Her aged, ( Read more... )

Another Spring

When the sky grew dark eyes of rage,

Torrents flooded the earth.

The animals hid in their burrows,

Frightened women sheltered their children.

Pounding rains washed their lives away.

A single flower survived,

Protected by a broken ring of stones,

A sad memorial to all they'd lost.

One by one its petals dropped

To the ( Read more... )

We have not spoken in a while, journal, aside from unpolished verse and strange philosophical musings.  Lately i have felt a drain on my intellect, as laziness has loosened my grip on what i once held dear; my focus shattered and my mind left dull and edgeless, like a sword hanging in the den during times of peace.  Reading has helped, and ( Read more... )

The dolorous seeds of despair - a villanelle

The dolorous seeds of despair are sewn

When day falls prey to a sinister night.

And he endures it; silently, alone.

Claws scrape the doors to his soul, hard as bone,

Darkness encircles him, shrouding his sight.

The dolorous seeds of despair are sewn.

In reverie a hopeless world is ( Read more... )

Elegy in Red

In his hands he beheld a rose

At the zenith of its beauty.

The petals soft between his fingertips,

A brilliant, golden hue.

Aromatic lust filled his virgin lungs,

Gentle rays filtered through the trees.

White knuckled, he clutched it to his chest.

His blood dripped upon the ground,

And he smiled.

An old man with ( Read more... )

There is a dagger

In my mouth which draws fresh blood

From wounds undeserved, trickling

Slowly from a weeping soul.

There is volition

Behind it, that viper’s tongue

Is set to strike towards selfish ends,

Feeding on others’ suffering.

There is a heart

Beneath it, does it still feel?

Has it withered like the winter trees,

Swaying in an icy ( Read more... )

Congratulations on being the creator of a new
Evil Plan (tm)!

Your objective is simple: Soul Accumulation.

Your motive is a little bit more complex: Sadistic pleasure

Stage One

To begin your plan, you must first seduce a pope. This will cause the world to sense a grave disturbance in the force, confused by your ( Read more... )

Ahh, about a year and a half ago i wrote a post about having the blues.  "I ain't got nothin, and they took that, too!" - Dylan Moran.  'anyways, its been one of those times again, when money falls short, cuts are made, and you lie awake at night wondering how you'll survive ( Read more... )

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