Swamp
How does one
offer silent shadows
against the freezing
rain
bearing in mind
that I am
alone.
House
I only hope
the bravery comes
soon and
willingly
only over
the rough dirt
built with care
Lines
Dream blue
Setting soil
dream endless
and mercy filled
in complete
sentences
Blonde
Built on
beautiful
doesn't always
work
it is
the consent mystery
that gets noticed
Red
Twinkle
down plastic steps
of melting dust
and rotting foam
and wipe all
away that bother
to speak
Ladder
Shatter
when called
the omens run
scattered in
the opposite direction
Dragonfly
Do
when you trail
sleepless over
the mountains high
ever remember
the cold clutch
of hands
all over
the pale skin
of your beating
heart?
Never fond
we walk
in circles
against the dead
rising fast
holding
the snow
in our pure
transparent fingers
pounding
the ground
for answers
when no one
arrives.
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Friday, January 30, 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Spatulism
Axe
There is
a line
within the red
deep blue
almost purple
how it
washes away
what we once
thought
was pain.
Pity
The never
to be far
it creates
a panic
despair
ruffles in
the only soaring
source
of pleasure
Fix
We quiet few
Restless within
the nights of glory
hungry for
the reign
of more
shifting
shifting
down gold
spider webs
bend
at the break
Warm
i declare
this night free
put up
your feet
and set still
from the world
it is only
then
that there
can be
peace.
James
The pattern
stalking back
stalking forth
the graceful cut
clean
and to
the point
with steady hand
made careful
Buddha
I answer
when the rain
comes slowly
only opening
slightly
against the blooming
orange tree
Please
Fly down
past the pasture
over rocky hills
where the wait
digs deeper
everyday.
There is
a line
within the red
deep blue
almost purple
how it
washes away
what we once
thought
was pain.
Pity
The never
to be far
it creates
a panic
despair
ruffles in
the only soaring
source
of pleasure
Fix
We quiet few
Restless within
the nights of glory
hungry for
the reign
of more
shifting
shifting
down gold
spider webs
bend
at the break
Warm
i declare
this night free
put up
your feet
and set still
from the world
it is only
then
that there
can be
peace.
James
The pattern
stalking back
stalking forth
the graceful cut
clean
and to
the point
with steady hand
made careful
Buddha
I answer
when the rain
comes slowly
only opening
slightly
against the blooming
orange tree
Please
Fly down
past the pasture
over rocky hills
where the wait
digs deeper
everyday.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Morbid Introspection
Gravity
We ransom veins
haul them
into our
U-haul trucks
and
our moving vans
and for one
brief moment
we wonder why
the Earth
is round.
Nightshift
She whirls around
viper head
caustic mouth
nothing sweet
or good
in her hatred
of me
Weak
How vacant
do we persist
in the intentions
of others?
Dream
There never passes
only this
brilliant space
dictated
by individual players
why wait
for the day
to arrive
when night
can be
so splendid
Kept
The fresh
cut cleavage
waiting for
misery
engulfed
in the small
structured
flames
of holy men
with strong
mannerisms
Boogeyman
This of all
We run amok
the tingling
in our fingers
of our hands
and we pray
that before bedtime
he does not come
again.
Disease
Stretch by
this awful truth
it leaves
nothing unturned
for the telling
of the eyes
this fruit
we miss
sticky and rotting.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
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William James is a serial killer. But, he is not your basic killer. He is the equivalent of a vampire for the next century, an individual that suffers from Renfield’s Syndrome or the incurable need for human blood. After he murders his fanatically religious mother, who has suppressed him his entire life and who killed his pregnant girlfriend, William begins an incestuous relationship with his half sister that will turn him into an anti-hero by presenting him with the opportunity to redeem himself. After leaving his hometown of Stonecliff, he will continue searching for a balance between the illness and the newly evolved anti-hero that he has become. For William is a Chinmera with two sets of DNA and his male twin living inside of him who craves blood as well. “Yours, Truly” is the story of the James family. A family set upon with black magic and the supernatural. Throughout his search, William meets a woman that accepts him and helps him to both adapt to and understand himself. William is also a writer, and throughout the graphic novel he begins to write his own novel about his life-a book inside a collection of books. “Yours, Truly” incorporates legend, myth, psychic abilities,telekinesis,witches, demons, angels, the devil, genetic mutation, blood fetish, punk, Goth, music, Literature, Buddhism and the question of the existence of God to tell the story of the James family and of one man’s search for resolution within the aspect of himself and his family.
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Thursday, December 25, 2014
Chapter 139: "Blood and Clots"
Jason; Introductions; Comic books; Horror movies; Supernatural
experiences; Dying; Music; Being an artist; Michael Myers; Marvel and
DC; How we met?; Best comic ever; Shattered toe; Jabberwalking; Check
out Jason's pages: https://www.facebook.com/Click here to listen or right click and choose "Save As..." to download.
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Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Chapter 138: "Fatally Ambiguous"
The infection (a white cell count of 18,000); The serotonin debates; My
Thanksgiving; Beginning a new book; The possibility of self publishing;
What I am thankful for; Personal space; What is love; I don't sing
anymore; Musical instruments; An odd sense of humor; My furry son; Outi:
“MoliaMaia” who you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/Click here to listen or right click and choose "Save As..." to download.
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Saturday, December 6, 2014
Absinthe
Clown
I pause
over the green
to add
the spare change
to my pile
of teeth.
Last Sip
Bitter beer
at the end
of the glass
a long journey
forgotten
Tower
Do you pour
tears over
the wound
over an ocean
of loss?
Beacon in
the night
wave the
white flag
and dive
beneath
the rocks.
Hours
I forgot
how to tell you
that I love you
everyday
Four
what pain falls
from only
s clover
of time
Bath
spread the honey
the warm bath
waits
to press its lips
upon the cold.
Smoke
No pour
followed by
the red
absence
we bravely sit
by the edge
and wait
in the dim
brief moments
I pause
over the green
to add
the spare change
to my pile
of teeth.
Last Sip
Bitter beer
at the end
of the glass
a long journey
forgotten
Tower
Do you pour
tears over
the wound
over an ocean
of loss?
Beacon in
the night
wave the
white flag
and dive
beneath
the rocks.
Hours
I forgot
how to tell you
that I love you
everyday
Four
what pain falls
from only
s clover
of time
Bath
spread the honey
the warm bath
waits
to press its lips
upon the cold.
Smoke
No pour
followed by
the red
absence
we bravely sit
by the edge
and wait
in the dim
brief moments
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Unity
Play
Closets bare
the summer
rolls near
on countless waves
of ocean breaks
and melodies set
with glass hands
Winter
When speed
runs in
catch it fast
hold the pressure
down
close to
the lungs
and wait
to dive.
Delicate
easily
spoiled
the fine china
upon the
careful shelf
bottle
do we
remember bitter?
The images
that it creates
solid and fresh
as if
rolled in the dusty
memories
of small things
Kind
Be sweet
No more pressure
allow for pauses
and the collected thoughts
to ramble
and roll
be sweet.
Molly
curly
the red runs
brave and small
through the
open field
Suicidal
I never
thanked you
for sitting
with me
as the fire
rose
before I
discovered
that I
was fire proof.
Closets bare
the summer
rolls near
on countless waves
of ocean breaks
and melodies set
with glass hands
Winter
When speed
runs in
catch it fast
hold the pressure
down
close to
the lungs
and wait
to dive.
Delicate
easily
spoiled
the fine china
upon the
careful shelf
bottle
do we
remember bitter?
The images
that it creates
solid and fresh
as if
rolled in the dusty
memories
of small things
Kind
Be sweet
No more pressure
allow for pauses
and the collected thoughts
to ramble
and roll
be sweet.
Molly
curly
the red runs
brave and small
through the
open field
Suicidal
I never
thanked you
for sitting
with me
as the fire
rose
before I
discovered
that I
was fire proof.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Chapter 137: "quixotic
Faults; Microphone issues; Young love; Being chivalrous; Halloween and
witches; AHS "The Clown" (spoiler alert); My left arm; Submitting
"Yours, Truly;" Inspiration; Playing music; X-Mas; Horror movies suck?;
Afraid of love; Panic attacks; Drunk man on the Light Rail; Fighting off
sleep; The happiness of my love; Marta: “MagpiesShop”, which you can
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Thursday, November 6, 2014
Plain
Precious 8
Fall
from the fact
treat yourself
kindly
and settle in
with a warm blanket
a good book
and the possibility
of sleep
Tea at a stand
still
waiting for
the next dreams
to roll their way
to you.
Squander
never fall
keep strong
even after
all of the
money
is gone
and those
that said
they would
stay forever
departed
after the
final call
The first jar
is pennies.
don't believe them
they lie all of the time
Quarters
are at least
a little bit better
they give you
some kind if warning
(to be continued)...
Dwell
Far free
the covers clutch
that grace
which walks
seldom through
those pious
lands
DNA
We sit
in a burden
of copies
before
wondering why
seldom how
we exist
but for a mire
string of cells
Legend
Secretly
a mystery
unfolds
between the
tales told
and the truth
lock
pausing
he secured
the door
there was
no time
to stop
for what
remained.
Fall
from the fact
treat yourself
kindly
and settle in
with a warm blanket
a good book
and the possibility
of sleep
Tea at a stand
still
waiting for
the next dreams
to roll their way
to you.
Squander
never fall
keep strong
even after
all of the
money
is gone
and those
that said
they would
stay forever
departed
after the
final call
The first jar
is pennies.
don't believe them
they lie all of the time
Quarters
are at least
a little bit better
they give you
some kind if warning
(to be continued)...
Dwell
Far free
the covers clutch
that grace
which walks
seldom through
those pious
lands
DNA
We sit
in a burden
of copies
before
wondering why
seldom how
we exist
but for a mire
string of cells
Legend
Secretly
a mystery
unfolds
between the
tales told
and the truth
lock
pausing
he secured
the door
there was
no time
to stop
for what
remained.
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