1/19/09

Dirt collecting to my shoes.
From here I can see a deer.
One with strips of paint.
She stubbed her toe on a stone.
Laughs at the pain.
Laughs insane.
With mush effort,
and much luck,
I point the riffle.
Cocked and steady.

Somewhere in the distance birds are seen,
flying in hysteria and beauty,
blood.
Life escapes this planet.
Pain subsides from foot.
All is perfectly planned.

Dear Maliah

Thou beauty and restlessness in your eyes make harlots turn to ashes. How smooth and graceful you move, the summer days cannot compare the warmth you radiate. Ice quickly melts away as you pass beneath the broken orchids. I can hear the melodies of angles sing every time the sun rises in the morning. But at night, the moon cast a light of a thousand diamonds against your pale white skin, my eyes are quickly turned away. So sing to me once more my muse and make me weep till I cannot bear no more.

Dear Maliah,
Please write to me again.

I can still feel your breath against my neck, my chest, and down below.

The waves have stopped crashing, causing me great dismay.

Don't you hear the cries at night? I call to your name and hope for your arrival.

I'll sleep tonight with you in mind. My dear beloved I cannot bear your absence any longer.

I'll toss and turn, make love to you in mind. 

Now in the winter days, the sky's they all turn grey. Snow will fall near the basket you once wove. 

Poor garden it misses you the most. The life has drained completely from the roses you once planted.

The flakes they fall so easily, so colorless and vivid, I thought you had returned.

 

Dear Maliah,

I hear my end, its knocking at my door. 

Till the end of time I'd wait, but God has other plans.

If grim has taken you so soon, then we'll be reunited again in death.

My sonnets will be eternal for you my dear, the afterlife means nothing without you there. I'd rather burn in hell.

Dear Maliah,

The time has come to say good bye. Our love was timeless but our skin was mother natures for the taking.

And in my flashbacks I'll only see your eyes. Dear God, send me with my glorious phantom other, no matter where that place will be. 

So long my dear Maliah, I'll dream of you once more.

Adventures

Wrote this to inspire those who sleep at day.

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - A warning

The devil came and spoke of war.....
He wore a black coat and hid his face behind a mask. The face of death.
He came to give a warning and this the angel said to him,
"Why does he let this pain go on? If he loves with no limit then love us all! Those people who hate, steal and kill are deaths for the taking. Let Hades have his way. Heaven will be a much better place without those parasites, suites the underworld good."
The black figure soon stood up, brought up his blade and held it close to his neck, and said,
" Your ignorance for the dead has offended me for the last time. If you come down a path, and hear a scream I'll take your soul and sell it for gold down a poor, damned village.
I'll sell your blood to pigs and wolves, make a vest with your flesh. This will be the last warning I'll have in here."
His black eyes flinched just for a second, between the blink. So swift , so fast. The angels sword came fast and held the deatheater's torso against the wall.
Soon the katana was drenched in blood, blood so dirty it made the place stink of death.
"How could you?! This is an act of war!! You fool! They'll all soon die!"
The angel spoke smooth,"You act surprised. Is my impulse not familiar? I rode with Charon through out the acheron mere, and paid in holy water! My act is an act of me. I'm not afraid, I wont hide. You bring your army and I'll bring my might. Now die so slowly and say your leaves."
A twist of the blade and the deatheater broke into ashes.

Today is the day, but its sunday

For the past few weeks I've been wanting to write so bad that I tend to dream about what I am going to write next and actually dream about what I am writing. In this one dream I was writing a story about a serial killer who went around taking peoples eyes in their sleep.Well while I was writing the story started actually forming in my dream, it was so disturbing that I tried to stop him form taking their eyes! -
I quickly woke up soaked in sweat. I felt so stressed. Thats when I remember my high school English teacher quoting, "The disturbance of the imagination". But ive writing a few blogs mostly from my imagination, and the influence of my friends Xylia book shes writing on a fallen angel. Is so good.
Keep reading my dear followers, and keep on breathing.

What Old Scratch said to the crowd

Evil Grin

Time wasted

All this time wasted,
hours of desolation collect to mass produce songs of wisdom
and words of knowledge.
And all this time I thought we could count the misshapen clouds floating above us,
under the moon and stars where ancient gods met to ponder on their mistakes.
Soothing winds pass over me, the ill-inspired one, giving more than I can take or will ever have, sooner or later the cold crisp leafs fall over my wondering eye.
Such thoughtful poems easing the mind. At this time blue birds of southern living fly over the horizon to burn our the everlasting sun, only to realize how impossible it is to get over something so bright and warm that the body not only obsesses but needs the rays to fill the frozen hole humans bear.
All come together at last to sing one last song for the angel who gave us his instruments, mortal instruments. 
Like a key to a piano, more thatn one note is needed and so is the blood to the heart, more than one beat to keep this soul contained.
And while you wait for the others father time moves quickly along melting both dead and living creatures.

At first glance the eyes see nothing abnormal. The kings, roast over a candle lit flame, screaming in agonizing pain but soon to be rushed over by death.
Grim takes one last look at his tainted life, poor and rich both fighting for survival.
At the last breath of life, the eyes of the tarrant see pitch black moons dancing swiftly around the planets and out of sight into our glorious heaven or hell, whichever you prefer....

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - Just for you

He smiled with that dark grin of his and said,"I thought you were gonna stay, all the time with me. As I fell all the way down, broke through the atmosphere, my eyes, hair, and wings all turned pitch black.
But you found me first, I read your lips, and we were one. Oh the sweetest of the nights, we danced along the graveyards, cried out to the moon and made the dead rise once again.
But when I awoke that morning, with an empty space next to me, I cried so hard.
Thats when the nightmares began, along with night sweats and screams, begging me to come back home.
But I wont, I've seen His ways, His might, His glory.
I searched and searched, found nothing but ashes, and my heart turned to stone, once more.
So I roamed the earth for decades, looking for distractions.
Made it across the Atlantic, to the city made of water, did cocaine and heroin with the towns assassin, oh the story's he told, gave me chills.
Traveled east some more, rode along the dessert slaying all who cursed His name.
Found a village who was dying of thirst. Made a well deep enough, so deep I wish you were here, I would have loved to push you in, seen you fall, all the way just like I did.
My nights on this earth seemed endless, an endless abyss. Once again God cried out my name, gave way to tsunamis, killing innocent souls, I cried so hard.
So I rode with my sword of Damocles, and took this rock for my own, wore armor made of black gold, and the shield of Achilles. Took them all from You.
Here I am, I conquered them all! The nations fell over me, broke them all to their knees, the human race.
I conquered them all! I made them bow,eat right of the ground.
I made them all bow, bow down, bow just for you.
Just for you."