Masters

Whatever I swing the athamay for it is not for any masters unless it is for their destruction and exploitation for my own, mastery….

I don’t follow, I don’t bend, I am untamed and ceaseless.

Forever prowling.

Caution

When one sees another hurtling mindlessly towards a head on collision with reality, what should one do?

Advise the other of the apparent danger ahead, or sit back and enjoy the calamity as it unravels?

One would be wise to give a cautious ‘beware’ to entice the other into disregarding the advise, and then sit back to enjoy the calamity that unravels.

So.

Yep. Go on. Keep at it…never mind the critics 

Wonderful View XXXV

Control is the name of the game for our nightly regime to remain entrenched and forever ruling.

Primal

Stand in the freezing steppe wind, the silky night fur, the damp air full of howls 

Mark our primal bygone days, our glorious return to atavistic roots

Lost in the Moment IV

180 on the pitch black highway.  

I am the shadow meteor, the ghostly bullet screaming for target.

Taunt me, and I shall come running to thee….

Born

Everything breathes and everything dies. 

Perhaps we are all coffin fodders, born to rot and fertilize the earth with decay.