Transcend Existance 1Checkout man stands between the shelves.Arrow-straight aisles lead only to theFrozen food in their plastic prisons.School-girl waits by the lonely bus-stop.The bus arrives exactly on time,But she wishes for once it was late.Stock-broker watches flick'ring numbers.He wants to escape, if only theBills and children would pay for themselves.2Every night they dream, Of swords, and mighty heroes,Dazzling dragons and Evils writhing in death throes. A world beyond, a World without any limit. Desparately, they Wish they were living in it.Yet dreams live at night,
We Live for Roses We live for roses,But dwell within the shade.Sunlight fills our dreams.
Woman who Loved the Weather A woman fell in love with the weather One glorious morning of May,The long-adoring weather smiled And pledged his heart that day.She bought a home for them to live in; 'Neath sun-drenched sky it lay.With weather's hands about her waist She painted bare walls away. But summer days drew to a close And as clouds rolled in, thunder stirred. Love could not shield her from weather's storms; 'Gainst love-born ramparts it was heard. Winter rains passed with a sigh With apologies weakly offered. Rosy paint covered flaked old tint But scars were merely int
The Box Graveyard I – The Graveyard Gates'Midst warm summer dazeWe brave few stand, poor fools.Half-made friends wait awkwardlyFor that familiar, dreaded figure.Trickling past are the tatteredSurvivors of morning's regiment,Their bleary eyes and murmured wordsA warning of what is to come.II – A Hierarchy of Lost SoulsWith a clatter of coin-linked chainsAnd sleep-gritted hourglass locks, theKeyholders approach, domini meus.To these unforgiving lords we beg leaveWhen insanity beckons just over the brink,The shouts of battle within our minds.At the end of the chain-gangs theLabourers bend over stiff card coffins,Tape-guns howli
Pantheons of Day and Night I The slender blade gleamed in a flare of dying twilight, shining even beneath a thin layer of blood. Two hands long and a hand wide, the spearhead tipped a polished staff of ivory, cross-barred just below where steel met luminescent bone. The haft itself was not devoid of the marks of battle either; the occasional chip was missing across its midsection where a powerful swing was narrowly parried, while the steel-capped end was dented from use.Dawn gripped the spear in a single hand, her fingerless white glove stopping the polished surface from slipping as it was held slightly dipped from parallel to the ground. With one foot forward and the
Pantheons of Day and Night II Dawn darted backwards; despite the heavy armour he wore, Twilight was fast.But so was Dawn.Catching the crescent axehead on the crossbar of her spear, Dawn twisted her weapon slightly so that the axe swept to one side with a rush of air brushing her face. Her counter-attack with the steel-capped butt was deflected by Twilight's mace, and only a desperate dive to one side avoided the return of his axe, singing through the air in a powerful arc."You fight well, Dawn," Twilight remarked as she hit the ground lightly and rolled, springing to her feet."I was a soldier before I joined the Pantheon," she said, a grin twitching the corner of
Dreamlife - Prologue Dreams.Predictions of the future, reflections of the unconscious, messages from God, messages from the Devil… take your pick as to what they are. There are as many different ideas about what dreams are as there are people that have them. Myself? I believe dreams are the expression of the universal desire to achieve that which is outside of our grasp; to experience the height of power and the depths of weakness, both of which is impossible in the waking world. We dream to break the bonds of our mortality.At least, that's what I think.You think by now I would be an expert, but I'm not. Neither is anyone else, for that matter; though we Dr
Dreamlife - Chapter 1 - Part 1 The world is a blur when you are just waking. The last vestiges of your dreams still hang about your eyes like fog, melding who you are and who you just were as you emerge, fuguelike, from the world in your mind. My head spun as I blinked slowly, blearily focussing on the whitewashed roof above me, hand instinctively sliding across to the other side of the bed. The cold sheets brought me out of my trance, a reminder of what should be there… of what had been there in my dreams.Pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes, I counted slowly to five, gathering my resolve. Removing them, the world quickly came into sharper focus; I could see t
Mister John Bailey Mister John BaileyWorked almost dailyTo earn his breadcrumb pay.Along came a rivalWho cruised by on idleSo John beat his head into clay.
Sonic Solitude I saw you, there,but didn't bother calling.You wouldn't have heard anyway.Not like that, you wouldn't.Walked deafly past the deaf,avoided eyes with the blind,sheltered in your silenceand excused from homeless pleas. Hear no evil. Hear no evil. Hear no evil.I see you, here,but you don't see me.I call out to you,but you don't hear me.Ambrosia to ashes,the surrogate revolution.Serpents clog your earsand whisper their silence. Hear no evil. Hear no evil. Hear no evil.I'll see you, aga
Curiosity Tell me...How does it feel to kill a man?It's an odd question I know, given the circumstances; but I hold a morbid curiosity about the whole affair that I have never satisfied first-hand. I much prefer listening to the accounts of others; the fragmentary, incomplete accounts, some suppressed by guilt or fear, some distorted by rage. The remorseless killers are worst, you know; they operate with such cold detachment that it can't really be called killing. They might as well be butchering a wild animal for all it mattered, and let me tell you now, that is remarkably uninteresting.What? Oh, no, I'm not going to kill you. The dark, creepy b
The Heart-Shaped Room I own a heart-shaped box.It is small (as two clenched fists)and plain, but holdsPride (of place)in my room.Oh yes, she is proud (that it holds that space). *** Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art bolder, and more passionate. Shall I compare thee our first summer's day? Thou art changed, and far gone a stranger. All thou hast left me are fossils Locked in a heart-shaped box. ***For a dowry (is that not what is expected of you?)you gave me a heart-shaped box.In it, you bid me placetokens of our love
Of Dusk and Dawn "I love you."Those three words cut off Dusk's receding footsteps like a razor, one darkened boot suspended halfway off the ground. Slowly he turned; his buttoned grey trench-coat rippled as he looked back at the beautiful woman behind him, crumpled to her knees on the abandoned road.Dawn's pale blue eyes shone with the glisten of tears as she spoke up again, quieter now, but with every inch of passion that had been invested the first time."I love you…"Dusk shook his head, his tanned skin a stark contrast to Dawn's fair complexion and flowing silk hair."Such a thing cannot be true; I have never been loved, nor will I ever be." His vo
Frayed Edges of Love To have loved and lost,A nightmare as we perch atFrayed edges of love.
A Three Line Haiku She said she did notLove me; but to me she was
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