Mad Ravings #6 ; The Flood

Stick it in deeper. Twist it in. The torment is bittersweet. Mixed memories, jumbled together. One holds you down & the other cries. One presses his lips upon yours while the other drowns in sorrow. A temporary release causes a permanent scar.

Let him bite your shoulder. The other bites his fist. The other throws you against the wall. The other throws your memories, shattering them to pieces. They both stick it in. Pleasure and pain, combined at the same moment. Screams in the night. Tears of relentless pain. Tears of intense ecstasy. Spill enough tears to cause another flood.

Try to drown that sorrow & watch your world submerge into a dark abyss. Turn around & face that tidal wave. Wave upon wave lashing upon the cities you've created. Everything you've dreamed of. Your hopes, desires washes away in a heart beat. Everything you've built crumbled away by the massive collision of the sea. There's no escape. That high ground is far to reach. The water is rising.

No use in panicking. Hush. Close your eyes. Take a deep breathe. For the infidelity, here comes the flood.

Mad Ravings #5 ; Scourged Heart

The sentence was already made when the act was committed. A fool. A criminal. Judged, sentenced, guilty. Caught red handed. The crime that cannot be undone. Accepted decision. Locked away in exile. The mind holds no leniency. No mercy. A hand's gentle touch on the shoulder is the likeness of a sharp kick in the ribs. Do not complain or despair. Feel the sharp, throbbing ache on every rib. The bones vibrate and the flesh pulsates. Take it. Its necessary. The wanted pain helps subside the guilt. The affliction makes it better. A conscious to bleed. The pain becomes a need.

Nothing worse than seeing those tears shed. Watching them all cry. Knowing that you're at fault for the spearing. How can one live knowing they jabbed that blade into a loved one's heart? A defender become sadistic murderer. That pain is worse than a fist, kick, cane, whip, stone, blade, or flame. So clench your fist. Bite down on your tongue. Shut your eyes. Tense that body and take that excruciating pain. You've earned it.

Mad Ravings #4 ; A Dark Kingdom

So the fight continues with a nebulous wanting. The weapons are fate, hate, lust, pain, guilt, & despair. The sword is virtue and the shield is a vow. The biggest promise ; a pact. Sealed with a kiss for all to witness. A royal coronation of king and queen amongst all significant entities. A seal amongst lilies, roses, & exotics from Gobekli's best. The ore of shining white lavished in sapphire sealed the deal. A ceremonial event likeness to Arthur and Guinevere.

Like the tale unfolds, a stranger arrives from a mist. A dark wanderer. A drifter of elegant enchantment. Strong like an oak & fierce like a wolf. There the stifling affair began. Lancelot tantalizing Guinevere. Drustanus seduces Iseult.

Eve convinced that the red apple was absolutely irresistible. The red luscious fruit, sweet to the taste. It's juices succulent can release joy, wonder, & satisfaction. Elusive and euphoric fulfillment with every bite. Swallow the morsel & take in the satiable fantastic confection.

The splendid sweetness turn sour. Joy turned oppression. Paradise engulfed in doom. The event has come to pass. The consequence has befallen the masses of the kingdom. Yet hope was not lost. There was time. There was a cure. A relief & release. Still with time, there was also the corruption that still begs to be let back in. A power struggle begins. Forces intertwine, and a strong transfusion begins. An eclipse has occurred. Light & darkness combined as one & has not yet returned to its alignment. The sun & moon ; day & night, joined as one.

Is there a fighting chance? The kingdom consumed by an endless gloom. Gray skies punctured by yellow flashing lightning. A beautiful terror. An opaque wonder. A morbid sight. This splendor can only last so long, before it loses its luster.

The longing for blue skies, bright sun, and warm air is bound to tease. Such a paradise that hasn't been seen for some time. When will the eclipse end? Its hard to predict when the sun will return. Ra can rise again. Gabriel's luminous ornament can ascend through the night. Ur can once again enjoy the light of day and the majestic of the night separately. Soon. Someday. In a matter of time.

Mad Ravings #3 ; Unleashed With A Kiss

Cannot believe how far it had gotten. What seemed harmless, shattered dreams. The simplicity converted to many complications. The simplest wrong defied the hardest right. The result was unbearable. The aftermath of the catastrophe was devastating. Yet the bridge did not fall. It had not collapsed. The cables swayed and the steel beams creaked. There it stands, beyond the sullen landscape, awaiting the light to rise above the horizon.

Pain sleaze it's way in, seducing the hearts of many. The scoundrel responsible for letting the tramp in, is the one who peeks through the mirror. How and why cannot be answered. Could have... would have...should have been apocalyptic. Almost released the Leviathon. Could have provoked the Behemoth. Close to breaking the frozen gates of hell. Something beastly would have been unleashed.

One breath - the bind is lost.
One kiss - a friend is lost.
One touch - the kingdom falls.
One embrace.... long live the king.

Mad Ravings #2 ; The Fiend

It seems to happen at the most awkward times. Seemingly out of no where, the hunger overpowers. The cravings kick in. The longings fester within, so dark & bittersweet. A quick fix, a sweet rapture. One time ; twice, maybe thrice. One more piece of heaven ; just once more. An inner fiend begins to long for one more lustful fix.

The realities arise. Morality conquers & the longing subsides. That sweet surrender is a hellish torture. A cloaked demon. A wolf in sheep's clothing. A deceitful shield. A painful reality. One problem. One solution.

Alone, in darkness. An endless emptiness. Hollow place, thick with dismay, not even a echo nor any reverberation can be muttered. Depressing place, its perfect for the small exile. Seeking absolution for a massive crime. To sweat out the desire. Kill the need. Kill the pain once and for all. Selfishness unbound, reckless and free. This pain causes a despair not only for one, but for all that are around. The torture is necessary. Its the way out. The cure.

Mad Ravings #1 ; The Two Lions

Caught in a mysterious void of headaches and delusions. Whether my methodical transition is at fault is further to one's knowledge. Within the pain, blood, migraines, and ravings lies a deeper disturbance. A precursor of darkness and despair that still lies within the depths of the psyche that does not seem to abate silently. Difficult to contain and tame the wild beasts within. Two lions ; one white, one black. Both representing two utmost convictions to the heart. The white lion stands behind the banner of truth, dignity, loyalty, love, and moral virtues. The opposing black lion stands behind the onyx shield of rage, guilt, dominance, desire, deceit, and immoral power. The lions, dormant in their own caves, frequently plunge out to battle one another.
These battles are long, gruesome, and arduous. Gnarls, lashes, bites, and submission ; these lions seem not to submit to defeat to no avail. Such shame that two beautiful deadly creatures can tear each other apart for virtues that can be trivial. Trivial at certain moments and hellishly consequential at others.
Time passes ever so slowly and the mirrored lions continue, moving in seeming allocation with each other. Never missing a beat nor a blow. Constantly in complete symmetry and in graceful coordination. An elegant & morbid brawl to a likeness of a dance. A choreographic display of violence without a champion. The battle continues between the beasts, so the war is no where near to its end.
A wanted intention turns to a misguided mistake. Slap on the face for guilt, yet the extremes do not seem to help. The flesh of the mind becomes numb to sorrow and guilt. Walking towards good attempt, abruptly becomes intercepted with a collapse of the ground. One step forward equals three feet below.
An embrace with a scratch on the back. A kiss with teeth sunken into the lip. Burning desires turn into a torture chamber. All that is needed are the shackles, chains, and the whip. One's own prison ; a cell of iron. Bite the leather & take the lashes one by one as they keep coming. Justice or penitence? Unbound or control? The stark mad ravings seem to have no end.

Introduction to the Mad Ravings series

There will be some recent passages added that are dark, depressing, and quite frankly rather disturbing. Some recent events have taken place that contributed to inspiration to these writings. As mentioned, they are disturbing. I cannot tell how long the Mad Ravings series will be, for I have just started. Either way, do enjoy these passages. Dark and grim tales of the conscious' abyss. With all emotions, from the jubilant to the dark, I do enjoy telling a good tale. Well now....savagely enjoy the work...

Land of the Dolls

There is an ancient land located in the south of civilization. It is south to two dormant kingdoms. A land soaked in blood and mystery. Pass through the great cities and away from the villages, lies a island. There surrounded by a deep and dark forest, there one can see the dark waters. A lake that leads to a great sea. It is the island that is soaked in the mystery. A mystery of ghosts, mermaids, and dolls.

The small island rest upon the water that has been raped by humanity and cared by one man. A man who would speak to the dead. Bodiless voices who called to him. From all the voices that echoed across the land and the water, the man heard one voice more clearly than the rest. A child's voice fell to the ears and seeped through the man's heart. A cry of desperation and a request. Dolls. The voice of the innocent asked for dolls. As many as the man could find. The man respected the request and began his quest in search for as many dolls as possible. New dolls and tattered dolls alike, he collected all shapes and sizes without any hint of bias or taste. He searched through shops, garbage, and on the outskirts of the lake and nearby rivers. The town folk and villagers dubbed him the poor and insane man who seeks dolls. They all believe him to be insane and lonely, for there was no other reason for a grown man to seek dolls. Perhaps he believe the dolls to be children. No one knew the truth of his cause. The man collected dolls til they eventually filled the majority of the island. Year after year passed, and the voice would ask for more dolls. The man never refused the spirits' request, only striving to appease them.

Years passed and the man continued to hear those disembodied voices and his doll collection became known to many across the land, so many people began to donate dolls for his mysterious cause. So fortuitous that people would help the man to appease these spirits. At this rate, the island became overrun by dolls. Some sitting by the edge of the water, some hang on trees, and others just sit in odd places of the island. Their small broken, dirt smudged faces stare in cold silence at their surrounding. Yet there is a twist in the tale. The man and many others tell of stories of these dolls animating to life. Tales of the dolls moving ; limbs and eyes. The eyes that follow you, the night filled with little footsteps, and of course, the voices of the spirits. Many of the nearby town folk refuse to step foot on the island for fear of the sight of these child's play things becoming animated before their very own eyes. No one around is brave enough to witness the impossible spectacle.

Eventually the man who became a caretaker for the dolls and the spirits perished. He spoke of mermaid voices calling him to the water. Requesting him to sing. Melodies, music, and song from his voice. And so the man appeased those mermaid voices. One day, the man was found face down floating in the lake. There was evidence that the man had died from a heart attack. Many believe that the man was taken by the spirits he had grown to love and care for. Some believe he was frighten to death by the unspeakable and ancient horrors that lie within the waters. Had it been the mermaids that had asked for song that had taken him? No one will really know. Yet the dolls and the spirits wait for another visitor to hear their cries and appease them. Waiting day after day and night after night. Truth be told, the island exist, along with the many dolls awaiting a passerby. One can search for it. Just ask the nearby people if they know a place known as "The Island of The Dolls."

Eye of the Beholder or So It Would Seem

Eyes are the windows to the soul. Some believe this to be true. Some believe them to be mere two of many functions of the body. Optical applications that bestow one of the five senses that a being should not live without. Yet, there is more than what meets the eye. Eyes hold the secret to the consciousness and the heart. On some occassions, the eyes can be deceiving.
What of a man with glaring eyes darting toward your direction as walk by? What can his eyes mean? Menace or greetings? Perhaps the attractive woman with warm eyes for a man at the other end of the wine lounge? Is she sending him a welcoming gesture or does she feel disgust for the man? Some things are not always what they seem.

The eyes hold so much mystery and beauty. Even an unattractive individual can possess beautiful eyes. The lashes, curves within the lids, the all around shape of the eyes. Theses characteristics are the best endowments of the eyes. The color is the obvious, but it's the shape that holds the beauty. The eyes project so many messages. Truth. Deception. Seduction. Malice. The eyes are certainly a gateway to the mind, heart, and possibly the soul.

The Missing Book

Images in my head of a woman in black. Umbrella above her head, walking down a sidewalk. Iron gates and old buildings behind her. The image that is black & white. It haunts me and yet the black and white image turns blacker as my memory fades. A book that is missing. Long abandoned and forgotten for so long. Messages and meaning that meant so much to me once upon a time. Like Wilde, Poe, and many others ; this writer was special. The writer was an unfamiliar stranger. Still, my heart aches to read those words again. Turn those pages, give me more inspiration. Drive for new visions. Sadly, the binded mentor has vanished into an oblivion that I cannot fathom where... not search for.

Androgynous Image

It's a new feeling
A new look
Perhaps a new perspective....
It's really back to the basis of my image
A disaster turned miracle really
The pain that I endured to perceive a unique beauty
A beauty that was not reached
Far from expectations
For a moment, I saw myself as a hideous beast
And I drew anger from one look in the mirror
Of not recognizing the person starring back at me
Who was this phony, imitation of me?
Then it seemed clear to go back to ebony beauty
Which lead to another foolish mistake
Then like Rapunzel's nightmare
The worst had occurred
The locks fell to the floor
Descended from my scalp
It was dreadful to see
Then a sudden idea
Came over me
The uneven, messy locks
Needed to come off as well
And then, it happened
Cut after Cut after Cut
The face seemed to change along with the hair
and the hair complimented the face
and gave it a wonderful transformation
Now the eyes are more vibrant than before
the face seems more radiant
the lips are small like a cherubs'
These features seem almost androgynous
Which deepens the beauty ever more
What a relief
What a difference
A new side has awaken
And it will be projected
Everytime I walk out the door

Result of Boredom

It's still dark out as I sit here in my dim lit bed chamber. My beloved is away for the meantime. I wait for him to return. I'm unfortunately basking in the boredom of this quietness. Fearing that my boredom will turn to madness. It's ironic that I usually wish to be left alone, now that I am, it's so boring. I suppose it's this yearning to go out more .... not to mingle, but to go to the local bookstores, drink tea and enjoy the surrounding. *Sighs* So many books, so little time. There's absolutely nothing to do at this hour & I have no wanting to turn on the television.

A cold front will be coming very soon and I cannot wait for it. I've had enough of this grueling weather. The heat has almost been unbearable. It's time for the fall to come through and how it longs to come through. I'm almost impatient about the weather. Fall is my favorite time of the year, when it's so beautiful out. *Sighs* Sadly, I've nothing further to write at the moment. Til next time. Cheers!

Dreamscape

A long day has ended
The world rest in slumber
For the sun has descended

Dream state has commenced
Drifting farther into
Another plain of existance

How ever long it takes
For the body to heal
Time is nothing in Dreamscape
As the world awaits

Vermilion Reminiscence

Cries in the dark
Echo through time
In a blood soaked land
They've left their mark

Torture unimaginable
The pain endured
For a fetish unspeakable
A nepharious task administered

Locked away in darkness
Exile was the solution
Punishment for the blood countess
With no chance of absolution
A heart too tainted & black
May those ancient walls
Hold her back

The number of victims is uncertain
Enough to paint the skies red
They no longer suffer the burden
Along with the maidens
The tyrant is dead

A tale too gruesome
It must be fantasy
In another time & place
It was reality

The Music Behind The Magic

As a note to all whom come upon and read my work, which I hope all can enjoy for leisure purposes. I am a music lover, like most people. Music influences me and it is clear in all my work. From a sketch that I might do, a possible painting, or a composition, there is sure a musical note behind the making of it. I will list some various artists and some links that are available to access such music. Two songs I know are rare and can be access through youtube on random videos. My choice in music varies within the rock, industrial, and goth genre. Here is the list of songs and I hope you can enjoy them as well as my work. I will include the links of some.

The music behind all of the work so far ;

1. Nine Inch Nails - "Terrible Lie"
2. David Bowie - "Heart's Filthy Lesson"
3. David Bowie - "I'm Afraid of Americans"
4. Type O Negative - "Are You Afraid?"
5. Machines of Loving Grace - "If I Should Explode"
6. Depeche Mode - "Black Celebration"
7. Depeche Mode - "Blue Dress"
8. Depeche Mode - "The Things You Said"
9. Dave Gahan - "Saw Something"
10. Sisters of Mercy - "Flood II"
11. Behind the Scenes - "Free"
12. Behind the Scenes - "Human"
13. Bjork - "Venus As A Boy"
14. Tori Amos - "Liquid Diamonds"
15. Einsturzende Neubauten - "Die Interimsliebenden"
16. Project Pitchfork - "Time Killer"
17. The Smiths - "How Soon Is Now"
18. Stabbing Westward - "Why"
19. Stabbing Westward - "Sleep"
20. Stabbing Westward - "Violent Mood Swings"
21. Medicine - "Time Baby 3"
22. Lestat - "?" <--- hard to find (will give link)
23. Carcrash International - "Last Remains" <--- hard to find (will give link)

Here are the extra links ;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joOJ-0e2cTA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nufIYi_WYF0&playnext=1&videos=MeYf9d1GCX8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJ_tj3C61V0

*** Carcrash International 's "Last Remains" is available on a gothic compilation cd called "In Goth Daze" (available through Amazon.com)
*** Lestat's "?" is available on a gothic compilation cd called "Goth Box" (available through Amazon.com)

For A Love Lost

A friend become a stranger
A companion turned foe
What happened between us
We may not know
It was never meant to be
I should have known better
It was clear to see
He was not meant for me

How foolish I could be
The reality was plain to see
My heart screamed his name
I should have known
For what I did
Can lead to shame

Time has lessened
I have progressed
From the event of a love lost
It was a valuable lesson

Obsidian Attraction

Walking out in a winter cold night

Passing the streets, cemetary, and to the park

The night felt right

Buy some time to think

that place was a good start

The cold was bitter, but inviting

Sitting amongst the trees in this lonely place

This pass time had been enticing

Nature has its way of helping with clarity

From the nothings to the significance

Nature helped with organizing and serenity

Thoughts had flourished

The mind kept wondering

Finally stopped to take a look around

And admire the surrounding

Alone at last

Give a sigh

A place not bothered by anyone

For the most part, nor I

Wait! There were footsteps in the distance

Quite an interruption

Distraught from the disturbance

Perhaps a passerby

Eyes fell to the ground

Listen to the sound

Give another sigh

There was no one around

Alone at last

The footsteps had passed

Finally, no sound of foreign

Not wanting to hear them again

Thoughts drifted into fantasy

Dream of joy, peace, and ecstasy

A face unfamiliar

Appears in the mind's eye

A magnificent visage

Did imagination apply?

Such an impressive mirage

Look to the night sky

Taken back by the stars and the obsidian beauty

Get the mind off of the lie

Admire the bright moon

It wouldn't be long

Must depart soon

Stand up and walk the path of the trees

Explored many gardcns and botanicals

No beauty compared to these

They held their own spectacle

Footsteps followed along the path

Startled, momentum ceased to a halt

A stalker? A lunatic seeking wrath?

Whatever the case, was not ones fault

Gained the courage

To turn around

Annoyed and enraged

Nothing in sight

Not even a sound

It was dangerous at night

Common hooligans ran about

There was nothing in sight

To give a fright

Spared the time to get out

Continued on the way

When a disturbance filled the air

Curiosity lead one to stay

Turned around and....

'He' was there

Shocked by 'the face' in plain sight

What manner of trickery?

The odds on this very night

The same face that projected in the mind

Stood tall and ten feet away

Not a single word that one could find

To beckon the stranger to go away

Momentarily lost in the eyes of the stranger

Stunned by this man's feature

Entranced without thought of danger

In awe of this creature

There was no man this desirable in this land

An idea or realization conquered the senses

This was no ordinary man

A feeling of excitement and panic for an instance

An overwhelming anxiety took over

As much as one wanted to stay with the stranger

A voice in the mind begged to go

'He did not move as one commenced to walk

It was peculiar that he did not mutter a sound

Nor bothered to talk

Fear ceased and an awkward wanting

For this man to stalk

Turned from a yard away

Mysteriously the man disappeared

Ghost, angel, devil, or some other cosmic being

How one desired him to reappear

Who was the man with extraordinary eyes

The one with starlite hair down to his chest

The one who can entice and hypnotize

Cease time and mystify the rest

Home was sanctuary

Alone, away from society

Down by the cemetary

Relief to be back in the castle

And ponder over the incident

Without the public hassle

How one desired to know that man

A strange visitor in the outskirts

Of this wasteland

A sip of chardonnay

Will subside the intensity

And melt the worries away

Look out the window

And what does one see

The strange man

Standing by the oak tree

Down there... staring up at the window!

Staring into one's eyes

Alarmed and almost bashful

For one's true feelings

Could not hide

Finish the chardonnay

Head down the stairs to the door

What this stranger wanted

Not quite sure

Felicity ; one can offer copious

For this alluring creature

One would be very generous

If he were dangerous

There was no safety

And not another soul about

There was one way to investigate

Just open the door

And find out

Dangerous Obsession

What lay before me
Was not yet forseen
The unexpected change
Didn't give the time to arrange

Though the transformation was pleasant
It didn't adjust to the present
Caught between two tide ropes
Had to hold on to one
Grasped onto hope
Watch which one had won

In the end there were pleasantries
Life full of levity
There was solemnity
While another drew tension
Within the gravity

Witnessed the cumbersome fight
Too involved in the burdensome plight
Who was there to blame?
Oneself?
The other tortured soul without self?
The tortured soul who wants a lover
The one who can't fathom
That it is over

Night Terror

The storm had passed
Still there was no power
Hoping that it wouldn't last
The power would return at any hour

The air was silent
Not a sound stirred
Suddenly a bang so violent
Someone must have heard

Footsteps filled the hallway
A whisper broke the hollow
It almost sounded far away
No choice, but to follow

Candle light was my illuminescent
With eyes so sensitive
The light seemed irridescent

Arriving to the main chamber
Swore I saw someone or something move
Could this mean possible danger?
This I could not prove

There was a knock on the door
The sound alarmed me
Wondering who could be at my door
This was no time to panic or cower
I had to know
Who could it be at this hour

I opened my door
I found nothing
Confused and pondering
What could have caused the knocking

Then my eyes fixed to the ground
There was an unusual brightness
all around
I took a few steps forward into the light
It was the moon that burned so bright

I stood in awe of the moon
Admiring lady luna's beauty
The day light would arrive soon
Shame to miss her shine so heavenly

Yet something was wrong
Not quite right
The markings on the moon
Were a horrible sight

There upon her surface
Lay a skeletal mask
Astonished I must confess
Frozen still, moving was quite a task

Finally, I managed to run inside
I bolted the door
I didn't want to see
That skull anymore
Once again there was a strange feeling
I was not alone in the main chamber
This made me feel uneasy

I could feel that I had guests
Not one - but guests!
It felt as if I were a hostess
The feeling was unnerving nonetheless

I turned around to face my intruders
I expected the worst
They could be muggers, rapists, or murderers
Unprotected and out numbered
My mind calculated
What could happen first

I faced my unwelcomed committee
Nothing could prepare me for this
I would have preferred a prison escapee
If I survived, this night will not be missed

My eyes must have been playing tricks on me
This impossibility can not be
For there were six shadows sitting strangely
In my chamber
Yet these strangers sat
Imposing no danger
I became very agitated by their intrusion
I stepped forward with candle in hand
To try and disprove this shadowy illusion

Disappointed that I had nothing, but a candle
To penetrate the darkness
It made the situation seem hopeless
With the area illuminated
I expected to reveal the assailant's identity
I stood now, but four feet from them
Still they were all masses of darkness
Which made the condition dreadful in it's entirety

I began to tremble
The candlestick mimicking my movement
Wondering why they had assembled
They did not move nor make a sound
Not a detail revealed within their darkness
Not a strand of hair
Nor their feet on the ground

All positioned strangely amongst my furniture
Sitting, kneeling, crouching, awkwardly
Why? I was not sure
They were different in shape and size
These features they could not disguise

I obviously did not need to grab their attention
I manage to ask what was their intention
I did not receive an answer.
My agitation and fear grew heavy
With this possible danger

I commanded them to reveal their identities
Threatened them with the authorities
Still my demands were not met
Were they toying with me?
Were they going to kill me?
Apparently not yet

Then the largest of the group extended his hand
He beckoned me to come closer
I refused his command
His voice broke the silence
Deep and demanding
Still it provoked violence

I stepped backwards
Never took my eyes off of them
Still the large one demanded me to move forward
A sudden realization hit me
Fear took over
I could not stop shivering

Dreadful knowledge that hit me
Was a strange epiphany
The thought was quite random
Of the identity of these phantoms
A thought of myself dreaming
As I ran screaming
Would be a great salvation
From this hellish confrontation

I did not look back
For fear that they would be at my back
Instinctively I ran to my bed chamber
Escaping a possible attack
And potential danger

Power was out
The lan line wasn't working
I found my cell phone
Still shaking uncontrollably
For I was utterly alone

The blasted cell did not work
What could I do?
Things had gotten worse
The bloody phone was dead
No options and desperate
Weakened, I fell on my bed

Once again it was silent
Not a stir
Nothing violent
Had the phantoms gone away?
Hoping that they would not stay

Minutes passed as I lay in bed
Recalling the incident
Images ran through my head
It could have been worse
Grateful that I was not dead
Peace and serenity took over
As I rested my head

The dreadful feeling returned
I looked about the place
Relieved that the candle still burned
Still distress was upon my face

Unexplained, something blew out the candle
At once, I began to panic
For this I could not handle

I arose quickly
To re - light the candle rapidly
My breath grew heavy
It was difficult to make it steady

Nothing happened as I froze in contemplation
Still confused and trying to make sense of the situation
Then suddenly an invisible hand
Grabbed my arm
Clearly with intention to harm
Shocked, for a sound I could not muster
Dragged on the floor
Their speed grew faster

Pain was inflicted
I was in deep agony
My thoughts were conflicted
As I suffered this misery
They bit at my flesh & pulled at my hair
My only hope was to survive to the end
Or wake from this nightmare

Stygian Metamorphosis

Long ago, there was once a boy
Who was timid
This young man, tall and solid
Lacked real joy

Time passed and the young man transformed
A pauper turned prince
He was well formed
All who looked upon him could not resist
I was a close companion and bare witnessed

Soft spoken and very seductive
Joy, happiness, love, and popularity
A life so productive
The prince had it all
Then one day
He had an atrocious fall

Time passed once again
The prince had vanished
No one knew of his whereabouts
The prince was finished

Time had taken a toll on the prince
Again he had changed
A darkness had enveloped him
And the prince became derranged

I saw the prince recently
I could not believe my eyes
The prince had become a beast
It couldn't be, must be a lie

Fair to Darkness
Cleanliness to Filth
Warmth to Cold
Tenderness to Stone...

Time had stolen decades from the prince
Hair matted with filth
Eyes sunken with black rings
Had the prince filled his heart with guilt?
He now was not fit to be amongst kings

The cause of his transition is a mystery
It's truly a sad tale
For we had so much history
It is clear
The prince lives in misery
He chooses to walk alone
For whatever reason
The truth will be unknown

Love's Amber

Searched far and wide
For my lover's eyes
For truth be within them
And nothing to hide

I searched in eyes of dark oak
For desire they truly awoke
Darkness was their true talent
For they had a tendency to provoke

So I searched in the eyes of the sky
To whom I did abide
As tender as they could be
They had a taste to lie

I found the eyes in a sea of green
At first they seem serene
As I ventured deeper
They became obscene

I thought the journey was over
In search for a true lover
I thought I saw it all
There was no more land to cover

When I stumbled upon the eyes of amber
My heart skipped and I swore
I heard thunder
The amber glows like fire
To my amazement
They are immense with desire
The amber is as sweet as honey
To my astonishment
They wished for matrimony

So the search had ended
I have found my lover
Though the expedition had finished
The journey is not over

Affliction

Darkness begins to fade
My body starts to wake
As the strength has failed me
Conscience begins to evade

Thoughts are a wonder
Yet it has blundered
Can't seem to grasp
What must be asked

It's too late now
To stop this cycle
The question is how
To hasten this trial

My eyes cannot see
My legs are not limber
It has come to this finale
My body desires slumber

My tongue craves wine
My heart longs for touch
I have no time
And there isn't much

The day bids goodbye
The affliction is ending
The muster a soft sigh
For I am mending

The Random and Unclear

The morning was a beautiful enlightenment with a cool breeze. The sun had not risen when I opened my eyes. The mist in the atmosphere outside danced among the trees. The scenery was romantic to behold, but I knew it wasn't going to last long. The blazing heat would take form and ruin it. I took it all in while I still could and was surprised to find my beloved beside me awaken. We both absorbed the dark sky and cool air. Minutes passed and the heat progressed slowly. The sultry days are dreadful and almost unbearable. As the gloomth of the morning diminished, so did I. On normal circumstances, I'm quite energetic than this. Yet today I've grown weak. As this day has progressed, so has my lack of enthusiasm unfortunately. My beloved commented that he felt the same way. I suppose it's one of those days and it will pass.

Life has seem quite interesting lately. To my surprise, I've been bumping into familair people. People I have not seen in over a decade. So many familiar faces, it's overwhelmingly nostalgic. Lately, I'm running into people almost every week, some pleasing, some quite the opposite. They all remind me of travelling back to a time forgotten. Things I've forgotten ; didn't care for. Nothing terrible ever occurred, just youthful insignificance. Yet, things changed and it was very good to see most of them again. Still, my life goes unchanged nonetheless.

As for me, life is interesting and colorful. Always something interesting occurring. Speaking of interesting...here is a little something to research for fun. If one likes to read about 'the unexplained' or the paranormal, this would interest you. I like to amuse myself by reading subjects of the paranormal. I like the entertain myself with these kinds of readings at night before bedtime. I was reading this entry in one of my paranormal books the other night and it was about an occurrance or an entity ( if you will) called a "Vardogr." It was very interesting and one might find it entertaining as well. I would recommend reading about it if this sort thing amuses you. If so, do enjoy. Until then, I'll close this entry and submit more work at a later time. Also, I will be submitting my art work as well, not to mention random photos.

Cheers!