"The only redeeming quality about this story is that the good die and the stupid suffer." ~ Anonymous
I’ve always loved nature
“What was that?”
Its mysterious grandeur
“I think it’s coming closer…”
All of life’s wonder coalesced
“Jesus, it must be huge…”
In every sight beheld
“Oh my god!”
And in the face of such magnificence
“It got Mark!”
We find we are but cattle
“Jesus Christ it’s so fast!”
For something ravenous
“This was a mistake…”
And which has always preyed upon
And hungered for
Those fretting
Odd little things
Which call themselves Man
The door swung open
Soundless
Before me lay a forest
Drenched in emerald
But fading to a deep blue
In little more than a few meters
As though the sun
Brilliant as it shone
Could only impress upon me
But this small section of sight
I walked and all of me was heavy
Like a dream torpidity I felt the drag
I opened my mouth to call
To search for another
Who tread these verdant paths
But nothing came out
I slowly turned my sight skyward
Then I saw it
Just below the treetops
A shimmering blanket of wave
Where danced the rays of sun
This forest was also a sea
I do not drown
And I know these paths well
Though I never walked them
And upon this path
Quite by chance
I found another
She took my hand
And I, hers
And together we forged ahead
Deeper down its winding paths
There was something familiar
Something familial in her touch
A lover long lost
But no memories to say so
Still
I know her
And she knows me
And together
We forge a world
In the endless blue
We scheme and connive
Always looking for
Always planning for
The next beat
The way it all unfolds
Beneath pen
Key
Thumb
Somehow we have deemed
That we
And only we
Can tell this story
Can shape the land
Call it what you want
Hubris, I think is most fitting
Yet we are still here
Still so sure that this is right
That we still will write
What the world needs
What will effect the most
And what will be remembered
Hu Card collection
Flip through idly
What to play
Which to choose
Witch’s Crush peaks out
I
I don’t remember this one
But I do love those others
Devil’s and Alien
So
‘Why not?’
I think and pull it out
With a solid click it sits within
Flip on
CRT buzzes slowly
Quintrix fuzzy but come to life
I hold controller as title appears
Satanic and over done
Compendium Maleficarum-esque
Woods at night
Naked women dancing
A book of names
Blood dipped fingers scrawling
I start
Pinball as expected
Though words spelled out
By drop targets say
Vendere
Animam
Tuam
With practiced ease
All targets hit
Score rises
Higher still
Eventually though
All balls are drained
And up comes the highscore page
Enter my name…
As I do something hurts
My finger
Pricked
And dripping
I feel a tug
And am drawn
Rise to the TV
And press the blood against
My name I spell
And soon
Screen fades
Black stares back
And I hold my breath
What had I done
What had I signed
Why was the blood already gone
TV clear and coming back
Title screen
And the book
My name at the top
Wanderer dragged forward
Ever onward past dry land
Through downy soft crystal fields
Stopping briefly for water
In the midst of a silent pasture
Stream burbling pleasantly
Some distance away
The Wanderer saw another
Dressed in garb
So far removed
As his was also
This one in wrapped layers
All but eyes hidden
The Wanderer himself
Dressed in crimson cape
With deep grey and black swirled rags
The Wanderer drew his blade
A humming biting thing
Which brought death swift
The Stranger drew his
Curves wicked and barbed
Its every facet to bring agony
The Stranger gave a guttural call
Challenge in tone
The Wanderer met it in kind
With swift leap the Wanderer landed
Across the lolling stream
Slowly they approached
Blades ready
A careful dance
Not too close
But ever closer
Until
The Stranger lashed out
Flecked with something muddy
Unseen from afar
The Wanderer dodged all
But one barb
Which sliced his arm
As he too swung
The edge cut azure blur
Clear through
A pause
Breath
The Stranger collapsed
Felled in two
Victory
Surely
But
The Wanderer felt a burn
Of something insidious
Crawling through his veins
He knew what this was
And spat on the body of his foe
For the honorless poison he used
He walked to the stream
Dipping in his toes
Laid down his blade
And laid back in the grass
The wind whispered
The grass murmuring
And in them a reminder
He will not be remembered
Nor the trials he faced
All that he accomplished
Was to feed this beauteous place
Dawn breaks
Thin shafts piercing dark
My arms are full
But heart is fuller yet
As I awaken
To find you close beside
You sure as well
Eyes open slowly
Deep pools of dark
I would gladly get lost within
Instead I pull you closer
And let forth a growl
Deep and full of lustful intent
You gasp and smile
Kissing my neck
Oh yes this is how it starts
My nails claw at your form
This close, still too far
We both know the only distance
That will finally be enough
Gasps and groans
This heat kills me
Little deaths
And I hope this night
Will end the same
And every day to come
I cup my simple brew
Warm but I imagine
Quietly to myself
Something oh so warmer
And satisfying too…
As I meet your eyes
Is there a spark?
Do we feel the pull
The draw of fate’s strings?
I smile and give a little wave
You smile too returning wave
Though you waited a moment
I am so eager to know you
I’ve been watching for weeks
But I’m so very nervous
And terribly shy
Yes for weeks that’s right
I do hope I haven’t unnerved you
I have tried ever so hard
To go unnoticed
That is
Until now
Now you see me
Now I smile
You smiled too
Hesitantly
I felt that hesitation
A slight against me
So hurtful and minatory
Oh foul temptress
How could you so toy with my heart?
How cruel you are
And awful too!
You will pay
For hurting me so
I was your only chance
For love and life
A shame
You are so pretty
When you sleep at night
For that is where
I will creep within
And with careful hands
Snuff your life
Fedora cocked and jacket billowing
Detective unholsters his pistol
Cigarette in lips grimacing
The rain falls unheeded
And he follows after a figure
Disappearing in a crowd
Spilling into a theater
Through the lobby
Seeing the barest hint
Of that dastardly smile
As our villain slips
Into a darkened room
With a sacrilegious curse
Leaving a woman’s mouth gaping
The P.I. navigates the crowd
As he enters the dark room
He sees the cone of a projector light
On screen a man stalks stealthily
Slowly through a dark room
Eyes lit by nothing
But movie magic
Cautiously the gumshoe waits
Before spying the suspect sprinting
Leaping past the screen
Slamming open the exit door
Quickly he follows after
Before someone cries
“Stop where you are!”
Here our hero stands
Lit by projector bulb
Shadow silhouetting silver screen
The audience murmurs as he distracts
A few getting nervous at sight of his gun
“You’ve had this coming…
For a long time Jacky boy.”
Suddenly a gun shot
A flash of light
Then a second
Responds in kind
Screams
The detective holds
His smoking gun
And in the audience
A man clutches his chest
On screen
A man lies bleeding
In a shadowy room
‘A talkie…
It was a fucking talkie…’
The detective thinks
Cursing his luck
And the devil’s own
As the killer walks free
For another night
But no matter the cost
The bodies that pile
The people who are hurt
Our hero
Will never stop
Never rest
Until he has his man
Ends
Justify means
…
Surely
I’ve been walking long
No end in sight
Some parts are carpeted
Some barren, boards broken
Others shine like a Christmas Day
Allways continuing on
I’ve always feared peering behind
Looking back on those long untouched parts
As I look over my shoulder
The hallway curves
Almost imperceptibly
Beyond my vision
I decide to rest
Head against the wall
This part of me never hungers
But cries for respite
My dream is elsewhen
The hallway here shifts
A slow and steady rocking
Sea swell bucks beneath my feet
A window beside
Porthole in truth
Gazes upon an unbroken horizon
Even these waves not breaking that expanse
Slowly I walk on
Then a drawing
An artist’s rendering
Crew in revel
Watery ale poured freely
And there I stand
A different face
Voice rattling from sea-spray scratch
But eyes alight with the same life
And besides me stands
Her
Allways here
Allways finding me
Or I find her
What difference does it make
So long as we are beside
A bit further on
A moment frozen in time
The water breaks
As something hits it
My lungs fill
Hard to breath
Above she cries
Leaping after
Beneath the ocean
We embrace
As the cold stabs
As the air flees
We kiss
A promise
To find each other
Once again
She looms above them
The huddled masses
A scythe of crimson blood
Poised and ready to strike
The Creator can do naught
But trust in her measured cuts
See how she leaves whole lives
Towns and people
Bathed in red
And all but forgotten
Only their Creator knows their names
But in the end
After the death
After the loss
It is made more perfect
More flowing and paced
When the editor finishes
Her culling of pages
Dried Ink Ribbon 