In the Rue Morgue: Reversible #7 Blow winds—icy; clear and cold. Moon full. Fearful howling, slinking shadow. Alley dark. Mortal wounds, torn flesh; blood oozes drop by drop. Gasping, spirit departs. Hideous visage laughing silently, shadows dark ; concealing all. Grim stalker leaves… Leaves stalker. Grim all concealing dark shadows. Silently laughing, visage hideous; departs spirit, gasping. ...
COLORS #2 Crimson is the color of my rage, boiling from red-hot to the depths of icy cold, by far the more dangerous of the two. Fueled by hurt feelings, encouraged by aggravation, tempered in pain; the anger burns out-of-control, causing fear to bubble up inside. It always leaves me empty and lonely. Frost is the color of the lonely. They are an ice-capped mountain, licked by flames of rage; pitted here and there by ...
[FONT=Arial][COLOR=Indigo]He walked his feet on world grounds From the steeps of Parthenon To heavy streets of Bangkok Lured by dreams and wonders And he challenged his ego Among fearless bikers of Vietnam The warlords of buzzing streets And with his two passionate eyes Captured the smiles of the Malayans And shared the cold air with the unknown Chinese old man While they talked and smoked pipes in Shanghai’s most crowded alley ...
Masquerade I wonder just what would happen If I threw all my masks away And let you see the lonely man Behind the masquerade? I have so many pseudonyms, And I use them as I feel the need— But somewhere in this tangled mess I lost the sight of me… Am I Jonathan Blade, the bold, the daring? David Pendragon, writer with the silver pen? Raven Darkendale torn by emotional storm? John Michael Carmichel—logic ...
nourishment, love jetting, dribbling. tears rain from my breast onto shower panes, too fat and heavy to fall from my eyes. milk that you will never drink the nurse told me to dry up but how can i stop this is all i have we will never be together again so i may... never... stop spilling ...something. ...