Losing M y s e l f
I see it around me
I feel it beside me
I want to see it in somebody
to feel what I feel
to see me as I see
when looking inside me
when their eye\'s are so still...
keep me alive
for just one more moment...
so I can lose myself.
A Vague S u r m i s e
I often sympathize with things
that may arise
To vitalize the syllogism
To Utilize this witticism,
A true and routine criticism must criticize
then Colonize the Cataclysm,
to obtain a vague Surmise.
Not a Poem - But a Warning
A can of worms has been opened I fear...
As a one time writer, long long ago...
I have more than I even want to know...
thats not a poem but a warning... ...
Abandon all Hope, Ye who enter Here.
How should I begin this?
There are many who have tried...
Some have gone to live...
Others, have gone to die...
and then there was I... ...
How should I end this?
I N D R E A M S
Life became a fleeting moment
after I awoke
from dreams of shining waters
I sat beside a sparkling brook
There is so much to see in dreams
that life persists to hide
So now I\'ll open up a door
and take a look inside
To sit with whats concealed
in this tomb we know as life
Can only bring upon me sorrow
and the pain of futile life.
Of No Apparent Meaning
Of No Apparent Meaning
I cannot attend the barricade
From out within the brain
A swirling dismal serenade
For which we must abstain
Afraid we forbade - maintain
Dissuade the parade we\'ve slain
Refrain we must the rain - masquarade
Contained or drained - retrograde
At time we seek to feign
The crusade in which we reign
And for that the mind pertains
A charde is what remains
A psychotic hurricane
Of violent plasmic shade
Is what we\'ve all attained
After we\'ve obeyed!
Stillness is the lack of motion.
The Room was still.
Ronald knew what stillnes was. He had been practicing for hours, crouched low in a dark corner, unseen within the shadows.
He was a shadow.
His stillness finally paid off when an old woman creaked open the door and peered in to the darkness of the seemingly abandoned room. It appeared uninhabited for a long time, which is exactly what she had wanted to see. She stepped in and quietly closed the door.
Ronald drooled, \'A visitor,\' he thought
The old woman letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, looked around at the dusky shadows of unknown objects piled around the room. She decided that here would be an excellent hiding place. She would need to hide for a long time since earlier that day she had been down near the ocean and saw that that poor homeless man. She felt so bad to see the neglected soul, so unhappy looking, so forgotten by a careless world. She thought, all this man needs is for someone to come along an
The Doctors and Patient 2270
The Doctors an Patient 2270
\"He\'s quite mad,\" Dr. X said to Dr. Z as they both gazed into the video monitor at a man in a padded cell. \" I don\'t think he\'s stable enough to move to the upper floors yet so we keep him in the underground units. Dr. X handed Dr. Z an extra dry martini with two precicely placed olives on a toothpick placed professionalyinside the glass.
\"What is the patients name?\" Z asked.
\"We don\'t know, he refuses to tell us. He was found in a mud pit somewhere in West Virginia, no identification, no tracable fingerprints, medical or dental records. Nothing. We just call him 2270.\"
\"Why is that?\"
\"Well, you see,\" Dr. X spoke, \"what he would tell us is that he is from the Two-thousanth-two-hundred galaxy away from us in the seventieth solor system outward from the galaxies core, so hence, we just refer to him as 2270.\"
\"How very peculiar,\" Dr. Z said. He stared ever more curiously into the monitor. Patient 2270 was taking bites out of his own arm. Chun
\"Sojourn Not! Thy Wretch!\"
The woman swung around and saw a very tall, cloaked figure. A hood covered the head, shading the face. Two flaming red eyes pierced through, sending a shutter of Negative Wisdom throughout the womans mind. She screamed and began to flee down a staircase, when, suddenly, she was halted in all motion, paralyzed in mid-step. Her body was thrust back up the stairs by an unseen and incredible force and she landed flat on the floor below the figure. she lay stunned momentarily then realized she could move once again and looked upward. The cloaked figure was now standing in front of a window several feet away, a dark and still sillhoette. A mocking laugh filled the air and became so loud and horrendous that the woman clutched at her skull in pain. The figure glided towards her slowly. She got up to run again but when she turned around she found that the staircase was gone. A wall stood there instead. She turned to face the figure and saw that she was no
The mind is a complex thing. Its ssmaller than your own head, yet as vast as an ocean, as expandible as the universe. It can be responsible and rational and childish and unsensible at the same moment...
And sensibility is a flimsy thing.
Cyrus had been feeling... that way again.
He knew what the problem was and how to solve it... he also knew very well how to dispose of the corpse and leave no clues. Cyrus would sometimes eat pieces of his victims... if he was hungry. Sometimes he would give the body to the fishies in the ocean.
He used the bones often constructive and artisticly. But more often he would take coarse sand paper and sand the bones into a fine powder to make Magic Dust.
Magic Dust would be used in rituals, as a sort of communion, strengthening him in his Faith. Sometimetime he would throw the Magic Dust into a victims eyes, blinding them and making abdustion easier.
Right now Cyrus was watching a woman coming out of a store with her young son hand in hand. He had been wat