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|One or … the Other©|
There’s always love and hate,
Each awaits the others’ abate
When one wanes, the other grows
One holds hope – the other one woes.
|The Dark Side|
Posted: 1/13/2007 10:21:46 PM
Words of Darkness©
My words are birthed in this their womb
But if they’re read then ‘tis your doom
Your eyes’ mind-portals open wide
And invites their rancidness deep inside
Once therein the slime does ooze
And festers there, in changing hues
Then, in time, the rancid clots
You’ll feel the pain as your mind rots
All your thoughts what e’re they be
Turn into malignancy
And your being will be maligned
With normal thought all declined
By all means, read my words
They’ll become the dark stewards
Of all the things malcontent
And breeders of your torment.
I’ll remain here in this womb
As doors are closing on your tomb
And as the darkness round you girds
I’ll infect new souls with rancid words.
|The Dark Side|
Posted: 1/14/2007 9:57:09 PM
It was a party like most, I guess
And not a “fun” one, I must confess
But our hostess I adored
And I just couldn’t say: “I’m bored”,
So, I milled around, and said “Hello”
And tried to fake a “party glow”.
Through my third glass of cabernet
I tried of something “cute” to say,
To those persons I’d never met
And find a place for me to set.
In my search for a seating place
I glimpsed an unsettling face
The man to which that face attached
To me appeared most mismatched
With the rest of the guests milling ‘round
T’was from his presence that I frowned.
His forehead high, his hair was dark
His eyes in-set, his skin pock-marked
His cheekbones prominent in their place
And sunken cheeks in his hollow face
His mouth was wide, his lips were thin
And he possessed a jutting chin
His jaw-line strong and not discrete
But that made his face complete.
From ‘cross the room this man I watched
My impression? “The man’s debauched”.
Then I thought: Absurd! ‘Tis the wine
Which makes me think the man Vulpine!
The hostess produced a deck of cards
For playing card tricks and canards
And for tricks, she performed a few
She was skilled, accolades were due.
The cards then she handed to
The very man that I had viewed.
O’re the cards he quickly pawed
His card skills were great and awed
With manipulations lighting fast
Everyone watching was just aghast
And I’ll admit, I was too
Until at last the man withdrew.
I started to light a cigarette
Then realized I would regret
For filling this crowded room with smoke
A chastisement would be invoked
So … I walked out to the patio
To have my smoke … but didn’t know
The man with the hollow cheeks stood there
And held my eyes with his calloused stare.
Tho’ not a single word was said,
His thoughts were transmitted through head
“There inside while you watched
You thought me to be debauched”
“And I am, and as you shall see
I’ll verify that painfully”.
Then cards he held out in his hand
I knew I must do what he had planned.
“Pick a card, any card,
As you can see – none are barred”
I saw my hand as it stretch out
I picked a card – in the middle, about
As I touched the card there was a singe
An imperceptible tiny twinge
Between my finger and my thumb
I began to be overcome
As I looked into that hollow face
A vision I wish I could erase
His transformation from manly form
Around my being began to swarm
His eyes sunk backward in his head
The whites of them turning red
With burning centers of yellow hue
‘Tis then I knew my doom was due.
I watched his evil face contorted
By oozing running sores exhorted
Evil retched rotting worms
As back into his nose they squirmed
And in my assaulted mind the pain
Was already driving me quite insane
The last thing I heard – his yell:
“You’ve just met the Prince of Hell!”
And now tonight I’ve met you,
Let me you show card tricks I do
Don’t worry it isn’t hard:
“Pick a card … any card …”
|The Dark Side|
Posted: 1/15/2007 7:41:27 AM
Damn you can write!!!! You keep the reader glued to the end!! Awesome job!!!
Nice to see ya get to stop in!! We all miss your writes!!!! Hurry back!!!!
|The Dark Side|
Posted: 1/15/2007 8:28:32 AM
I awoke from my dream
Covered in sweat
Shaking in horror
All fears were just met
In the dead of night
There was nothing left
No people in sight
The buildings were gone
The trees were still smoking
The world was lost
The terrorist weren’t joking
A few critters crawled
And the sky rained black soot
Down under my foot
The air smelled of burnt flesh
And a mixture of oils
The rivers were dry-beds
And the lakes had all boiled
The crops all incinerated
The food was all spoiled
The government was wrong
Their plan wasn’t foiled
But now I’m awake
As I open my door
What I thought was a dream
Is what exist furthermore…………………
|The Dark Side|
Posted: 1/27/2007 8:17:54 AM
I’ll not take your time, beyond what the need,
To relate to you a story and deed
As there’s no one else to plea this decree …
For I am the only survivor, you see.
I’m an old man, and my mind’s full of mist
But details of that night in my mind still exist
As vivid and clear, as sharp and exact
Of the precise moment the beast had attacked!
When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled
Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two other men, making our friendships replete
One was named Beckett, the other one Flynn
And better friends there never have been.
Beckett was tall – an athletic type
While Flynn, the scholar, more fond of pinstripe
Pinstripe or athlete – it mattered not
It was our essence together and that which it wrought.
Engaged were we in all daring do
High on the mountains, and under seas, too,
We crossed dry deserts, and jungles of green
And other adventures there in between.
We’d been together, it was our sixth year,
And still our adventures made us cohere
To every madness – to every rave …
Until we decided to enter The Cave.
We discussed the encounter and planning for weeks
And assembled equipment – some new, some antiques
Until at last the day it arrived …
And our excitement? It still had survived.
We traveled in Flynn’s new “customized” Jeep
Instead of driving in my old rusted heap,
And good thing we did, for the road was quite rough
The last part of the trip, the going was tough.
The map we used, was bought from a guide
Who had told my friend, Flynn: “Don’t go inside”
When he had learned of our journey’s intent
To go into The Cave, and begin our descent.
The guides’ words, had given us pause
When we thought: What was his reason or cause?
But … dismissed were his words of advice
We had each other … and that would suffice.
With our ropes and lanterns and other such gear
It was into The Cave we then disappeared.
The light from our lanterns speared into the dark
We spoke very little and made no remark.
Onward, downward, in blackness we went
Placing out markers for our later ascent
The sounds of our footsteps, and scraping of walls
Reverberated ‘round us – as echoed recalls
In about three hours, or maybe ‘twas four
We encountered water on The Cave floor
And there all around were such beautiful shapes
Never had we seen such gorgeous landscapes
Stalactites, stalagmites and mineral mounds
And dripping water with their “plopping” sounds
Pinks, violets and shades of green hues
A few sightless salamanders made their debuts
We found a small dry spot and then we assessed
This was a place we could stop now to rest.
I set down my lantern, and took off my hat,
When Beckett said: “Hey. Did you just hear that?”
I moved not a muscle, and my ears went to strain.
All I could hear were the droplets, like rain.
And from The Cave’s bowels …I heard it then
I continued to listen – then heard it again.
We looked at each other, but said not a word
Confused and startled by what we’d just heard
It wasn’t a moan, it wasn’t a gasp
But more rather like a guttural rasp
One thing was certain, it wasn’t a stone
That could create sounds while standing alone
T’was our discussion, from which to derive:
The source of the sound was something … alive.
Then from The Cave’s deepened black hole
Came again sounds from a source with no soul
The sound was menacing, and one I despise,
I watched the fear grow within my friends’ eyes.
Instinctively, we three then moved as one
In that instant – our re-ascent had begun
I had been last in the line coming down
I’d be the first to reach the “above-ground”.
Quickly my feet in the lead, lead the way
Flynn, right behind had nothing to say
My friend Beckett, brought up the rear
And in that position had the greatest to fear
The lamp on my hat pierced through the black
And I looked for our markers that would lead us back
To save our strength, nothing was said
Again came that sound that filled me with dread.
The sound became louder and closer it be
And I moved faster through the black before me
I could hear Flynn’s breathing, so close behind
I tried to concentrate on the markers to find
Somewhere behind me, then snarls I heard
Loud and vicious, run together and blurred
Close … so close … the beast was so near
Adrenalin rushed through me to react to my fear
T’was then I was hit with an overpowering stench
The smell caused my stomach to turn and to wrench
The odor blew past me, and I knew t’was the breath
Of the beast of The Cave – its’ stench of death.
I was near running, but down on all fours
Sweat was streaming from all of my pores.
Then I heard those terrible screams
The ones I keep hearing in all of my dreams
It was Beckett I knew in his shocked agony
Midst the snarled snapping of jaws I can’t see
I heard bones cracking and squishing of flesh
And the fear within me gave new strength afresh
My fingers were raw from grabbing at rock
But on moving forward my mind had its’ lock
My stomach still queasy from the stench of the beast
I knew he was finishing his beastly feast
I knew, too, t’was only a matter of time
When the beast would return. I had to climb!
I heard Flynn say: “IT’S COMING AGAIN!”
Again was a surge of my fear deep within.
I heard once more the beast from behind
And fought the panic taking over my mind
Something heavy struck against The Cave’s walls
The kind of sounds that ghastly appalls:
A scraping of talons of heavy clawed feet
Caused my heart to double its’ beat
I had the feeling that Flynn lagged behind
I screamed my urgings loud and maligned:
“Flynn! Flynn! Catch up to me!”
But took not the time to look back and see
For the sounds of the beasts’ crashing against The Cave’s face
Told me it neared – and was gaining the race
My knee hit a rock, my balance was lost!
I fell to the ground, and then feared the cost
In losing the time in scrambling free
Again sheer panic stabbed into me.
In less than an instant, Flynn was there too,
His face in my light was of a strange hue
And as he helped me get back to my feet …
Flynn turned around – t’was the beast there to meet.
The stench overwhelming, but the sight was much worse
For standing before us: The malignant curse
Of overlapping scales in shades of dark gray
The rest of its’ body concealed in umbrae
But its’ eyes … its’ eyes … I’ll never forget
Rheumatoid yellow, and deeply inset
Its’ reptilian lids blinked just one time
‘Fore its’ lips peeled back revealing the slime
Glistening yellow over dagger-like teeth
Then oozed from its’ mouth to fall there beneath.
The beast reared up, then we saw its’ claws
Sharp and deadly within its’ forepaws
Towering above us, no sound the beast made
On beams of our light had his gaze stayed.
Unexpectedly Flynn then turned and faced me
With less blinding light, the beast could again see
Why Flynn had turned I never will know
For the beast bit him in two, at his torso
And I was looking at Flynn – direct in his face
When the beasts’ bite his life did erase.
I screamed, and instantly away did I run
Away from the beast, and dead companion
Through the price of Flynn’s life, more time had been bought
To reach The Cave’s entrance – the goal that I sought
Running wildly, several times did I fall
But toppling did not my mission forestall
The beast I knew still somewhere behind
Drove me on forward with my besieged mind
I heard its’ clawed talons scraping the wall
And prayed I’d not again stumble and fall
Then, up ahead, a small opening I viewed
And I saw my chance, and hope there exude
Twelve feet … six feet … then it was three
But the beast and its’ stench was there behind me
I dove through the rock opening, scraping my head
But better that injury than ending up dead
I was elated, and about to rejoice
I then heard a scream – it was my own voice!
In my leg erupted intense blinding pain
Looking down I saw the bloodstain
My leg, through the opening, still was stuck out
There was but split-seconds, before I’d lose it no doubt
I pulled my leg back, and in but a flash
My shoe was removed by a clawed talon slash
I crawled back from the opening, then I could see
My wound was deep, from ankle to knee
Then suddenly through the opening came
A clawed talon whose aim was to maim
I quickly withdrew out of its’ reach
As the claws extended through the openings’ breech
The opening too small, for continued rampage
And the beast began then to voice its’ outrage
It’s deafening roars assaulted my ears
Echoed through Cave chambers and my mind there cohere
I began attending unto my grave wound
Knowing I now was no longer marooned.
T’was another hour ‘fore I crawled out The Cave
But many days ‘fore I shed the shockwave
Of what had transpired, and what I had seen
And my damaged leg was lost to gangrene.
Now sleep evades me, for my horrible dreams
Show beams of light, and unearthly screams
Of Beckett and Flynn and The Cave we were in
I know tonight, I’ll re-live it again.
So, now you’ve the story, you’ve heard the deed
I swear is the truth I’ve herein decreed
And Beckett and Flynn are enslaved in their grave
And I lost my leg to the beast of … The Cave.
|The Dark Side|
Posted: 4/30/2007 7:14:27 AM
|You Know My Name©|
Legendary is my stealth
And silently do I go
I’ve been with friends of yours
But none of you may know.
The seeds of malignancy
And suffering I plant
Quietly do those seeds grow
Blooming misery I grant.
I spread dark malice everywhere
In persons far and wide
Looking constantly for a place
In which I may abide
No one knows my presence
As I become your crippler
My name? It’s known quite well
To All, I’m known as: Cancer
Help stamp out this deadly curse
Posted: 5/21/2007 5:44:05 PM
In crimson blood
Like solidified mud
Heart is shattered
No mend in sight
In shadowed light
No more words
Replaying the song
No way possible
To right the wrong
Yet, so cold and numb
No air left
You must succumb…..
Posted: 6/23/2007 4:48:20 PM
|Her life is her prison|
Keeping her trapped
By the darkness within
As she hides the bruises
From an abusive husband
But she loves him still
That's why she cannot let go
She is his wife
When ever he's gone
She does what she can
To try to please him
For when he returns
At night she cries
Herself to sleep
From all the pain
She has gone through
Posted: 6/27/2007 12:42:34 AM
|I am wishing death upon myself|
cause I can't take this life no more
seems darkness has taken over me totally
and that evil drains me emotionally
Wish there was an easy way out
but I know suicide will put me in hell
how much difference can it really be
when it seems no one really truly loves me?
Can there be an answer to my wish
that finally I am long gone from earth?
I swear it seems ever since birth
I have been nothing more than a curse
It always seems when I loved someone
all they did was give me their ass to kiss
if I died right this second
I can say there is no one I would miss
|Who Am I??|
Posted: 6/27/2007 4:10:37 PM
|Here I am sitting all alone|
wondering what am I on earth for,
curious what is my purpose in life
am I to be a man who has a wife?
Am I supposed to work for someone else
or should I be working for myself?
was I meant to be poor and strugglin'
or a life with overwhelming financial wealth?
Should I be somewhere other than here?
Should I be one who loves and cares?
Should I be one who knows no fears?
Am I one who's meant to shed tears?
Am I one went to have a family with kids?
Should I be the type to just wonder as he lives?
At what point will all these questions give
and let me know all the answers to this?
Who Am I?
|A Rapist Tale|
Posted: 8/7/2007 8:01:13 AM
I bid you all: Good evening
I trust you’re seated well
And ready to accept the tale
Soon to you I’ll tell
Choose NOT to view
My malignant horrid face
The rotting flesh and pus filled eyes
Are not my saving grace
Hopefully, too, you’ll be spared
When an odor may emit
From boils on my hide
Which may erupt and spit
But … If all is in readiness,
And comfortable you be
Let me ruin your mind
As you come along with me …
On a night in August
With weather caldron hot
The moon rode thru’ a cloudless sky
As Nature did allot
Long, moonlit shadows
Were cast upon the ground
Rustling leaves upon the trees
Were the only sound
Bats darting quick - an
Insects’ final fate,
While the night moved onward
The hour growing late
Down the lane a man did walk
A rapist full of hate
The clicking of his footsteps
Displayed his quickened gait.
For evil graced the air
It crackled in the heat
And sizzled in the sweat beads
Running down his face so fleet
The evil did its’ work:
His fear inside did swell
For the Prince of Darkness
Was emerging from His Hell.
Before the man, down the lane,
A vision began to form:
Headless ghouls, biting things
And rancidness did swarm.
As the fear inside him rose
His gaze remained swarm fixed …
His gait slowed at the sight
His steps becoming faltered
For appearing in the swarm:
A figure – leather haltered
The haltered figure materialized
From inside the festered swarm
And the man began to see
The figure fully formed
As remnants of the swarm
Began to fade away
The man then absorbed - what
His eyes purveyed
The Prince of Darkness
In female form revealed
There In Her hands, concealed
Vivid red, against
The darkness of the night
Glowed behind the figure
Standing in his sight
The man had stopped mid-stride
When the Prince, She had appeared
The sight before him:
Accumulation of all he feared.
The Prince of Darkness
Beckoned with Her mind
Compelling him to seek
What her hands entwined
Forward did he move
Of power not his own
Toward Her outstretched hands
And the thing he would be shown.
Standing there before Her
Moving gaze from face to hand
He saw the thing She held there
But didn’t understand
A clear liquid
Inside a crystal glass
Supported bobbing ice cubes
But his thoughts remained morass
He knew not the identity
Of this haltered form
Who had emerged from inside the
Mass of rancid swarm
But compelled was he
To take the glass
And of content to
Imbibe and take
He reached forth
And did so
The swarm he had seen before
Witnessing it with dread,
Now appeared again …
But this time in his head.
A physical transformation
Took place midst painful screams
As the world around him
Turned to nightmare dreams
He dropped the crystal glass
But it never reached the ground
His body absorbed the glass
With a sucking sound
His chest was then expanded,
His waist it shrank to thin
His fingers sprouted long nails
As he was born again
Now he stood there naked
And as he then looked down
Found woman’s breasts upon his chest
Causing him to frown
The Prince of Darkness
Spoke to the new female:
“Now ‘tis you will see
The Hell that’s your new jail”.
“I have a job for you
That you will do for me
And ‘tis a job for you to
Last all eternity”.
“In my home in Hell,
Many rapists do abide
Inside you broken crystal
Glass it is I hide”
“For you are now a female
And Hell’s rapists you will please
Cutting them to ribbons
As you kneel there on your knees”
“But you will feel the pain
Those rapists will inflict
Forever and for always
And that is my edict”
Her malicious laughter
Filled the August air
As the Prince of Darkness
Ended the affair
A swarm of flying, biting things
Veiled the Prince again
And he disappeared
To look for rapist men.
And so, you’ve heard the tale
I told you I would say
Now the night is over … but …
Come back again some day.
But, should you be a rapist
Then here, I have for you,
A clear liquid in crystal glass …
Drink, before you bid adieu.
Posted: 8/14/2007 5:27:23 AM
|I sampled of her caring,|
Her love: was my bouillon
Now that I have tasted them
I find they tasted: Gone
|The Dark Prince© …|
Posted: 8/18/2007 10:15:06 PM
|… of course, he could see it now. How odd it was that it had been there all along. He’d known it for some time, maybe longer than he was willing to admit. The peculiarity of it: He’d not been able to actually view it … until now. And he briefly wondered … why? But couldn’t hold that inquisitive thought long, for he was too excited with his vision.|
He gazed upon it with relish, causing his heart to hammer in his chest driving blood viciously though his veins at the exquisitely delicious sight.
His gaze into the mirror reflected the deep black pits of his eyes, and through those funnels of unrelenting despair did he find and rejoice in the perpetual wretchedness that was his inner soul – or rather where his soul had been. The rank, raw horridness was there, deep inside himself … the writhing, swilling, turning, boiling, churning rancidness, foul in its odorous stench, thick in its self-regenerating hatred and rampant madness.
He erupted in fiendish glee loudly hacking and cackling uncontrollably without any attempt to bridle his new found joy. He quickly twisted about, and the swirling of his heavy, long velvet cloak was reflected in the darkened mirror.
As suddenly as the vision had been given him, came the sobering realization that all which had come before, all the misery, all the insidious ranting of psychiatrists, psychologists and medical perverts who had questioned his motivations and compulsions, had been but a path of teaching and learning. His time was at hand. The Dark Skills brought to him by the Commandant of Hell …could and would now be put to use. And …
He knew he was ready.
It will be Hell’s painful, crushing fury that he will dispense to any and all for whom he feels a need, or whim, to punish.
The promise of future screams again brought a smile to his rotting face.
… to be continued …
|The Long Black Lines©|
Posted: 8/21/2007 9:49:59 AM
|T’was a long black line he looked down |
And sobering the view
The sight was not unfamiliar …
To others he’d bid … adieu
But forming of such lines,
Was increased in frequency
And he thought: One day the
Line will form for me.
None of us pace through life
And our turn in the line
Will not be anomaly
His line, and it’s formation
He knew he’d never see
And of those who’d stand in it
He wondered who they’d be.
|From The Abyss|
Posted: 12/12/2007 5:51:05 PM
|Welcome, back, Kobold ! You've been missed.|
(Are you still stealing Christmas, longte )
"THE MINISTERING ANGEL"
On top the tall fat Xmas tree,
The snow-dappled angel perched
Till six-year-old Bobby up the needles peed.
The horrified sweet ornament lurched.
Posted: 12/13/2007 12:36:32 PM
|Welcome back Stranger!!!!!|
What a perfect holiday gift to us all!!!!!
|the Dark Side|
Posted: 1/4/2008 8:22:51 PM
Hope all is well with you my friend!!!
The "C" Word
No one hears it
It leaves no scent
No visible signs
As it spreads torment
Starting in one spot
Then creeping beyond
By the time you find it
It’s to late to respond
Oozing like plague
With deadly venom
Increasing in mass
An explosive plenum
Of woman or man
No second thoughts
No future plan
Once it’s touched you
You’re forever marked
The path you walk
Posted: 2/10/2008 12:46:25 PM
|Hiya all, |
Kobold, Hope all is well with you!!
Been a while since the dark words have been able to flow, some days it’s just what we need to do!!!
Darkness falls upon those
Unscripted and unspoken
He who regrets the Karma
Who spent his own token
Kismet or misfortune
Fate is what will be
Forked tongues and less the gratitude
Be it what it may
Time changes the soul
With the turning of the earth
Once the pattern is made
There is no re-birth
Bleed it, the heart inside
That leaks the black oil
Walk in its path to long
The spirit begins to coil
Last there is the answer
On the ending of it all
Once was proceeding to lift
Can only tumble and fall
Is the mirror two sided
Can the reflection be deceived
Or is the day of reckoning
Exactly what one received…..
Posted: 2/11/2008 3:41:12 PM
|Ooooooh ... I liked it, Mari ... I'm thinkin' ya' done good, girl! Keep it up ... let's read some more.|
Posted: 2/12/2008 8:17:05 PM
|The wind screeched as it abused the trees|
Stabbing cold limbs barren of leaves
Then moving on through Infinity’s Gate
To engage in mischiefs that somewhere await
The desert of snow, swirling en masse
Here - up a drift … there - down a crevasse
But he saw not the snow nor heard the winds rage
His blooded steps, his only gauge.
The moon, running from that cloud to this,
Provided light, the next cloud would dismiss
And the black of the night again gave him pause
To recall gnashing teeth and slashing of claws
Weary, so weary, with his body in pain
Tempted to look backward – but he fought and abstained
But then savagely, and trumping the winds’ scream,
Came the cry of The Beast, a seeming blaspheme.
With strength about gone, his resolve on the wane
He had to keep moving - along with his pain
His wounds were near bloodless because of the cold
But how much he’d lost was a story untold
He lowered his head and pushed forward once more
Knowing not what ahead lay in store
But, he dared not stop … he dared not tarry
For death lay behind – ahead: Merely wary
Then midst the whistled roars of the wind
The Beasts’ voice again did It send
A harsh rancid most toxic shrill
And Fear grasped his heart cold in It’s chill.
One step. Two. His feet were like lead
Sense of feeling had for hours been dead
The snow was so deep, up past his knees
But his legs moved - in response to his pleas
Then … From his weight a snow bridge collapsed
But for quick grip, he’d gone down the crevasse
His fingers entwined in roots of a tree
He swung there quietly, cursing softly.
He swung his legs with his unfeeling feet
Hoping a foothold his feet there to meet
On his third try, his leg stopped its’ swing
His foot at last had found … some thing.
His breath became labored in all his efforts
He tried not to think of his pains or his hurts
To himself he said: I must do it right,
Then he pushed with all of his might.
His hand grabbed the trunk of a small tree
His fingers were numb but he could instantly see
Tonight that crevasse would not be his grave
Nor would his soul therein be enslaved.
He pulled himself up on the snow-covered ledge
And was about to make himself an unbreakable pledge
When the beat of his heart suddenly ceased …
As upward he looked into the face of … The Beast.
All pain was forgotten. Sheer panic reigned
His mind was completely, utterly deranged
His voice found sound in an unending scream
There midst the snow within a moonbeam
He put up his hands to fend off The Beast
One of his fingers commenced The Beast’s feast
He stepped back …and slipped on a wedge
And over he went … out over the edge
He bolted upright, there in his bed
Eyes wide open, his mind filled with dread
And he was cold, as cold as could be
But it was July, the temperature: 93
Just a dream he said with a frown,
And so … back he laid his head down
But …There on the pillow next to his face …
A bloodless forefinger … in ice encased.
|Let’s Change Fate©|
Posted: 2/14/2008 10:14:34 PM
|He sits by the window, bathed in it’s light|
But within his mind it’s … black as night
Hate: His companion. Depression: His mate
Silently, quietly he plans out his fate
His classmates: All bullies. His Parents don’t care.
And all around him there’s no one aware.
Teachers: Too busy. Counselors: Aloof
All their demeanors are uncaring proof
Into himself he now has withdrawn
He knows soon his miseries all will be gone
Up from his chair, and with firm resolve
He turns t’wards the hallway – his problems to solve
A gun in his coat, and a shotgun concealed
His deadly intentions are now revealed
And my children, there in that school
Had they to this boy been a bully or cruel?
Had I taught them to be kind and a friend
To everyone - even those who offend?
Will they fall victim to hatred and fear,
From the boy with the guns drawing so near?
All our children, yours … and mine too
Can fall victim to Fate’s turn of the screw
Unless we teach all of fairness and right
Not of wealth, or the vainness of might
Be not a bully of ridicule voice
Be understanding and make the right choice
For when halls are walked by a boy filled with hate
For our children, it may be too late.
|Nothin’ Else To Do©|
Posted: 2/15/2008 7:09:41 PM
|It was a Tuesday night and dull boredom had set in|
‘ thought I heard my ol’ car say: “Take us for a spin,
Go pickup Bobby Mac and maybe Cindy too,
‘Cause it’s Tuesday night … and there’s nothin’ else to do”.
Bobby Mac rode “shotgun” with Cindy in between
And I gripped that steerin’ wheel as we rode through Abilene
We stopped ’n got some soft drinks and a load of hot French fries
Then off we went again crusin’ – ‘neath those Texas skies
Cindy’s eyes were sparklin’ after Bobby told a joke
Once I had to stop the car from spillin’ most’ my Coke
Then Bobby Mac asked me just what my car could do …
Could it reach a hundred … or maybe one oh two?
I turned the car and cruised on down to Ol’ Commanche Road.
I was rev’in’ up my engine, while the duel exhausts bellowed
I popped the clutch and tires protested with their clouds of smoke
And horsepower erupted through every bore and stroke
The needle on the dashboard gauge was approaching one oh oh
And then I felt that right front tire when it decided to let go
It happened in a heart beat, but slow motion do I see
For now I relive that awful night for all eternity.
And Cindy has no sparkle left within her big brown eyes
And Bobby Mac’s no jokes to tell ‘neath those Texas skies
Here I sit on this cold cloud with Bob and Cindy Lou
‘Cuz now … and forever more … they’ll be nothin’ else to do.
|Pain … Forever©|
Posted: 2/15/2008 7:30:53 PM
|All the word crap was over, and when they’d asked me if I had any “last words”, I’d given them a belly full of what I thought about them, the society and the world in general, and I was feeling pretty good about what I’d said.|
Then they commenced to set me down.
The seat is much more uncomfortable than I had imagined. And cold through my prison pants. For some reason I had thought it would be warmer. I shifted a bit as I set down, trying to find a more comfortable position, but there wasn’t one. I guess this chair isn’t for comfort anyway.
Almost immediately a guard kneels in front of me, and begins strapping my legs in place. Simultaneously, another guard starts strapping my right arm to the arm of the chair. The time crawls by, and I think to myself I wish they’d hurry up.
The guard that had been working on my leg straps, stood up, and moved around to my left and began strapping that arm to the chair as well. I think my arms straps are too tight, but say nothing as the guards continue there work about me.
Some guy in a cheap gray suit comes over from somewhere, and checks the strap-in job the guards did, but says nothing.
I suddenly get the sensation of a wetness on the top of my head, then realize it’s the sponge.
Some one behind me says: “Lift your head up”, and I comply.
A very cold metal cap is placed on my head, and under my chin a very rough, leather smelling strap is hitched in place, and someone whose face I can’t see, asks if the chin strap is too, tight.
I smirk at the remark, and say: “What difference does it make?” but my comment garners no response. They were all trying to be so polite and considerate. What bullshit. I wondered where all that “politeness” was during my trial and my many incarcerations!
Out of the corner of my eye, I get a glimpse of the cheap suit guy, but he walks behind me and disappears from my field of vision. Then I feel someone fiddling with the metal cap on my head, and figure it’s probably the same dude.
Then, from above, a rubber-ball gag appears, and drops down over my face. The guard tells me to open my mouth, and I tell him to go **** himself. I ain’t going to open my mouth, and I ain’t going to have that gag inserted. I had already told them I didn’t want that damned black hood over my head, so at least they didn’t try pulling that on me.
There is some discussion between a couple of dudes behind me about the gag which lasts a couple of minutes or so, and then someone speaks into a microphone, because I can hear the electronic sounds his words make: “The prisoner has elected to dispense with the oral restraint”.
Shit, I say to myself. Oral restraint, what crap … they have these stupid ass names for everything. It’s just a damned gag. Why don’t they just call it a gag!
There was a response from someone else, to the dudes comment about the gag, but I didn’t catch it.
A guard appeared at my feet again, this time with a long insulated black cable, and began to fumble around near my ankles. At the same time someone was again screwing around with that cap on my head.
The guard at my ankles finished, and the cheap suit dude comes – again – and checks my ankles, then, when he was satisfied, he walks around behind me and fiddles with my metal cap.
There was more muffled discussions behind me, but I couldn’t recognize the voices.
Then, I hear the shuffling of feet, followed by the closing latch of the door.
Of course I just sit here … waiting.
While I’m waiting I start wondering what my ol’ lady is doin’ about now, the ****. It’s Friday night, so she was probably down at …
The jolt hits me like a freight train!
In one single instant:
Raw seething pain; Hot, immediate and all encompassing; All my teeth shatter and my jaw bone breaks as I bite down from my jaw muscles going rigid with the force of a hydraulic steel press; I feel my eyes shoot out of their sockets; my spine snaps at my pelvic bone, as the rest of the muscles in my body violently contract from the intense high voltage; Blood shoots from my nose, as my facial muscles viciously turn into hard, hot steel bands; The hair in my nostrils and on my head vaporizes and smolders; The searing hot pain of the current shoots through me like a head-on car wreck; All nerve endings are white-hot and melting; I involuntarily urinate – HARD; My bowels erupt; I scream through fried vocal chords …
I bolted upright in my bed, sweat pouring off my face. My heart was racing, thumping so hard I thought it might come right through my chest.
Quickly I looked about me, but I could make out nothing in the darkened room. Slowly, my eyes became accustomed to the small amount of light, and I looked down at myself.
What was that on my wrist?
It was a dark band of … something. I brought my arm closer to my face and as I did I was stricken by a foul smell, reminiscent of burnt meat. Ignoring the odor, I examined my arm.
The band was about two inches wide with little white spots in a row that seemed to completely encompass my wrist. I touched it with my other hand, and the flesh fell away from the band mark.
Then … I understood: My God! It wasn’t a dream!! OH NO …!!!!!! I wasn’t in bed, I was in the process of being transferred … to … Hell.
Then came the eternal blackness in which I would carry my last instant of intense, horrid pain, living it constantly over and over … forever.
|The Dark Side|
Posted: 2/22/2008 1:34:05 PM
Each step up
Pulse is racing
Of what I’m facing
Next level above
Entire body is shivering
A silent scream mimics
Through lips quivering
Onto the roof
The night never so black
The air so thick
There’s no turning back
Over to the edge
To narrow for feet
Slightly tilting forward
Falling to the street
The wind rushes up
The windows speed by
Then you wake up
Right as you die
Was it a dream
Did you collide
Are you alive
Or on the other side
Body damp and wet
Or is that clammy and cold
Did you say your prayers
Or was it your soul you sold………
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