Saturday, September 30, 2017

Worship


Be frank and brazen in Thine worship

Let neither culture nor convention of the masses suppress thee…

Friday, September 29, 2017

In Between

Between a dark scythe and a reddish knife, I am lost 


In a plethora of choices, vice and lust

Between the cold ravines of death and the sizzling heat of rape

Caught in between, in limbo, in perpetual edge

Lost in darkness and dark light abound

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Lost in the Moment V

It was a dark, damp night. One can still recall the phosphorous air, the charcoal black gorge walls.

One can also recall the look of fear and desperation from one’s father, falling into the cold, silent chasm, of red rivers of embers below. 

Was it an omen, a warning from the infernal dimensions, something like three hits and you’re out ? Or was it three strikes and you’re out?

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Combined




Fear don’t sell.

Hate don’t sell. 

Peace don’t sell. 

Happiness don’t sell. 

Only a balanced combination, a devious mix, sells.

Hail the mighty combiner.

The adept, the beloved enslaver.

Friday, September 1, 2017

Just a Thought

What do you think about the wedding?

It’s okay. 

You like the bride? She really shines doesn’t she?

Much shinier if she was skinless I think.

Sounds like an idea.

No worries. I’ll get the knives.