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

To Those Who Beckons

Thou that continued to lure and tease me to this vortex, I acknowledge thee in thine pure and untamed energy, although one shall stay on the precipice and venture no further….

For one doth knows that to do the deed is to forsake undoing the reciprocal need

…and there shall never be a need more desperate, more demanding, than that of thee….

Winter Mood

Winter and holidays always brings out the heaviest in me…

The monstrous inclination to get heavy in everything one indulges in…Heavy liquor, heavy hunting, heavy slicing, heavy bloodletting. 

Scare

Sitting through a thunderstorm on an airplane is one hell of a thrilling sensation, for some. For others, it seems to be the unique opportunity to show others who are scared how much more brave, calm, or manly they are. 

Like as if death itself would stop on its tracks because one raised his or her chin up high, and shine a condescending gaze from the corner of an eye, to all the pitiful, inferior ones who are left unsettled and wary by it…

Wonderful View XXII

Some people on the street makes you think of how arcane song titles should be extended…

Like “Careful With The Axe Eugene”….

….“You Might Just Start the Wondrous Apocalypse”…

Headless Alley

I saw this lady, one day, out in the rain 

Walking like a lost puppy

Without a head

Felt a bit strange trying to warn her, she hasn’t got a head 

Tried it anyway

No luck, she actually tried 

push me away

like a stupid fuck

I wasn’t happy, so took her down an alley

Cut her up good

And saved some for dinner 

Felt a bit strange, but I did try to warn her, she hasn’t got a head 

Tried it and got push away 

anyway

Fix her up good, down some alleyway

It was all fine

morning after

she didn't even linger

AM 2015