Time flies

Oh god, it's been hell these last few weeks. I remain hopeful though.
Well, in the wake of getting fifth in a slam at MRU, i will provide my six followers with another poem.

I am here to make you question. I am here to make you relax. I am the god you worship and I am the man in news paper who died last week. I am the Alpha. I am the Omega. I’m the delta and the beta. I’m everything you ever dreamed and I’m the nothing you’ve never thought about. I’m the loyalist. I am the betrayer. I’m the magician of old and scientist of new. I am the beggar, I am the thief, I am the shop keep, and the bard. I am ancient and I am fresh. I’m the book of knowledge and the tome of destruction. I can be here and I can be nowhere. I am the what, the who, the when, and the how. I am oblivion. I am saviour. I can taste sweet yet be bitter. I can taste bitter yet be sweet. I can travel with the wind or sit in the water like a stone. I can fight the tides and I can break to the waves. I am the wind in your sails and I am the ball and chain at your feet. I am all. I am nothing. I can do. I can. I am.

Love you guys!! hahaha, sorry I'm in a loving mood :D

Egad Batman

It has been a month since i last posted, oops.
DAMN YOU SCHOOL!

Don't worry though cause i will have consistency in these posts very soon! I mean school is almost over.

Anyways here is a poem i just typed out, enjoy!

The price of drums

Sense the drum beat, where does it precede? Does it travel to your feet or to the tip of your head? Are the pauses for the living or the dead? Travelling distances with each kick of the bass, with every roll you’re caught in an embrace. Your mouth starts to open when your mind starts hoping completely unknowing that the beat is coaxing. Notes create a type of power like letters and words create proper grammar, casting spells from the content making the rush benevolent or filled with the thoughts malevolence. Feel the rasp of the snare, indiscriminate in its care, only as good as it is tight, the whispered music takes flight, filling up listener’s ears, inspiring trickling tears and inciting tickling fears. With a high hat clap, some get snapped back to reality applauding due to pleasantries for the creativity holds your attention and the right selection has given motivation to the right sensation, the octaves causing lacerations. Now that you’ve heard the tune what will your price be to pledge your fealty to the drummer who taps through your headphones keeping pace like a metronome. The steady click clack creating the addiction similar to crack.

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Greetings all ye wanderers and stumblers, here's an intro to something i might use to do some fan fiction for the guys over at Bella Machina. Read this and also if you're feeling like some good steam punk art check out the site: http://www.empiresofthemist.com/news-archive.html?month=201003 (copy, paste) or my buddy jazz's stuff at onewiththeart.blogspot.com

Without further ado

Necklace

Rain fell on the fields of desolate earth coating the piles of dirt and the columns of stone tablets. The drops of water shattered on impact with the cold ground causing no place untouched by the wet assault. Winds pushed the rain towards the on lookers, splattering against tear soaked cheeks and sniffling noses. Water pooled on every inch of each face only to overflow individual features and stream down reddened chins. Garbs of black cracked like whips as the winds indiscriminately rushed over and around grey soaked grave stones. Lace clumped and stuck to any who dared bear its likeness. Skin not covered turned iridescent with the cold elements stealing their natural hues and pulling the liveliness out of the flock of people.

A boy stood at the foot of a carved wooden crate, his hands shaking as he reached for the stained casket. The necklace hanging from his open hand defied gravity, pulling itself slightly upwards from the point which it’s glimmering stone met silvery metal links. His puffy eyes squinted when rain splashed against his crystalline face, his tears indistinguishable with the thick rains.

A woman’s sob broke through the howling tempest, ringing in the ears of all the slack shouldered funeral patrons. Collapsing to her knees, the woman’s arms raised to sky, her voice cracking while she bargained with the blackened clouds.

A man hooked his hands underneath the woman’s arms and lifted her back to her feet. Pulling her close, the man grasped the back of her head and buried it into his soaked chest. His head oscillated consistently with every passing second, his blue lips quivered as he looked for words of conviction but failed to find any suiting.

The boy looked around at all the patrons, particularly the couple standing closest to him. His voice yet to mature choked on the two syllable word he attempted to say through torrents of water running across his face. Sorry he thought, sorry, sorry, I- I’m so sorry, even though his thoughts shone clearly his physical form failed to project anything articulate. Stepping to the front of the casket, he bewildered at the porcelain form of an angel whose eyes were to remain permanently shut, never to grace the world again.

Removing herself from the embrace, the woman walked to the boy crowding the glass window and wrenched at the back of his muddied shirt. The boy Slide across the ground causing an arching wave to spray across already drenched earth.

The man stepped over the battered boy and reached for two red valves on the opposing side of the casket. As the knobs were twisted a rush of mist shot from beneath the casket, initiating a slow descent into a doleful hole.

Opposing the direction of the casket, the boy rose from the forsaken ground. His hands clenched the floating crystal chain and his lips diligently attempted to place words to the situation. Unable to will his body to do his bidding the boy took a step towards the masses. One foot fell in front of the other, creating pooled water to erupt outwards from the contours of his bare feet. Before he could state his final goodbye the boy was cutting through the hordes of people, rolling as he bumped into the lower halves of fellow spectators.

Finally escaping the last line of black dressed folks, the boy’s legs never stopped pumping against the paved road. The sounds of bare skin slapping against the stoned path drowned out with the dreary rain and snarling winds. One overwhelming thought echoed passed the vacancy of the boy’s mind as he blasted between a set of spiked gates.

Where did it go wrong?

Slam down some on that lyrical shit

And for all that might enjoy some of my poems here's one i really like.

Essentials

Be prepared to show credentials

You know for that ticket to heaven it is essential

Take another form we’ll call it a rentel

So you can split like lentel

Step two, the higher dimension

Climbing a ladder for ascension

Dreaming for a day named redemption

Cause you know the tension is growing

Low and beholding seeing the gore

Behind each door you do more

For your self interest

Get the kiss from the divine

When the moon rise, you shine

With each beam of light, gears grind

All this night time might make you blind

Which I hear will help you arrive alive

To this dive known for justice

Wishing the goddess will lust us

And the jury will trust us

So we can walk through that pearly gate

Not just relying on our fate, essentials

Put another notch on these credentials.

Married Strangers

Hey all ye stumblers and wanderers, here's a thriller piece i wrote a little back, see how you like it. (Probably not going to submit this one but feedback is always nice!)

WARNING:Mature content!!! (just in case)

Where am I? Why is everything so blurry?... Who's she?...These sheets, are so soft. Lights... Too damn bright... God my head hurts. That woman's gown is freakin sexy and her dancing. . . She must do this often... Matt... Matty must have set this up.

I hope he likes this. Never thought he would buy something like this for me. Waking up from my nap and I find this great gift right in front of our wedding picture... Wait... Did I forget an important date or something? Is it our anniversary? Or is this just a way to bring the spice back into our sex life? No, I mean, our sex is still good...Isn’t it?

Wow, every time she swings around I can’t look away. Wait a second; that was a picture behind her on the dresser, in front of the mirror...That’s me in the mirror, right? Yup, that’s me nodding like a jack ass. Then, that’s me in the picture? Why does this chick have a picture of me?

“What are you looking at baby? Don’t tell me I’m not grasping your attention”

Her touch on my face... I remember that. She smells so good. Why’d she call me baby?

“No of course not, I wasss just admiring you from another angle,”

Good save, I think she bought it.

He sounded pretty earnest about catching another angle...Maybe he’s an ass kind of guy, shouldn’t I know that though? I mean we’re married, we should know that about each other. I guess I’ll just have to focus a little more attention on my ass. . .Sheet doesn’t hide much, does it? Ah well, he seems ready to go. I’ll just slowly let this clasp go and catch...oops nearly missed it. I don’t think he noticed; too busy watching my hair over my breasts, my gown around my hips. Ha, cute, if he keeps biting his lip so tightly he might just puncture the skin. I think I’ve teased him enough, for now anyways.

Throbbing pains, I need her. She’s only a few steps away...I know, I know what to do. Women like men of action, right? High time I do my part I guess.

“Holy shit,”

Didn’t notice I was naked... She doesn’t seem to mind. I wonder if her dropping the rest of her gown was honest excitement or just another part of her toying with me. Well, if the look on her face is any indication, she must like what she sees...Get that stupid grin off your face, man of action, remember? Right, I’ll start off with, uh...throwing her on the bed. Moan’s are a good sign...Now start from her legs, work your way up...Easy, slow down, no rush, she teased you, it’s your turn now... Alright now for the classic, I’ll just give her a nice little bite on the inner thigh...Works like a charm...Huh? Never noticed the picture on the bedside table... That looks like a wedding photo, are we married?!

God, why’d he stop...Oh he’s mean, I’ll just reciprocate!...Well, how does it feel with my legs wrapped around your torso, huh mister? How bout I grab your face and kiss you. Run my fingers through your hair and nibble on your bottom lip. How do you like that? Apparently a lot... Damn, it’s so close, I can feel its warmth right on top of me...Oh wow, keep kissing me right there, then...Oh, well, our sex life is definitely not dead, he knows every inch of me... I need him...That’s it, I’m putting it in me...Awe, how cute, he quivered as I -. . .Oh that’s not so cute, that, that, that feels ah, ah, amazing!

...That was fun. Don’t think I’ve ever had sex like that before. We were both so lively...I think I might need a shower though, Ha and I think we sweated through the sheets too...Worth it...We must have gone at the same time, had too. We’re both panting. We haven’t even looked away from each other yet... Right, the picture. Marriage. . . Don’t say anything. You’re just a little too drunk. Yeah, that’s why everything is so fuzzy.

What an orgasm.

Besides, she would be pissed if I said anything and, and, and what a ride...Oh Jesus Christ, she already wants another go.

“Hold on a second baby. I need some time to recover.”

“Your little friend begs to differ.”

I want more, and why not? Who needs sleep when we can do this all night? I’ll just roll on top of him and his spirit will follow suit with his body...Yup...

Alright, alright, now I need time to recover. . . Was there somewhere he didn’t know where to go? God, I love this man.

Water, I need some water, stat. It’s not like people expect marathoners to run without some water. I need water now.

“I’m going for a cup of water, you want some?”

“Yes please”

Give her a quick peck on the head before you get up man, she’ll appreciate it... I mean, you really haven’t said more than a few words to each other... So, should I put some pants on or... ah fuck it, it’s warm, this is our house, and I can do whatever I want...Is this thing locked? No, there’s no latch or nothing, must be stuck, I just got to pull a little harder... No, this is locked.

What is that circle there? Ha, just sticking out like a sore thumb like that... Is that glare coming off of it?

“Hey, what’s that in the ceiling?”

What’s she talking about? Oh I didn’t notice that before, its got some sort of glare... Wait is that a camera? No, no way... Why would she? No, she looks just as puzzled as me...Must not be a camera; I just need a better look at the thing.

“Sorry, I gotta step on the bed for a sec hun.”

Oh my god, there’s another circle in the frame of the mirror...What the fuck, there’s one in the headboard?

“What is that?”

“It’s, it’s a camera.”

“Whoa, what the fuck? You put cameras in our bed room?”

“No, of course not I’m just as shocked as you are. Wait, cameraS?”

“Yeah! Look!”

“Wh- what? This is fucked. Where’s the key to the door Sarah?”

“What key? And my, my name isn’t Sarah, its Tammy. What the fuck is going on Tom?”

“My name isn’t Tom, it’s... it’s...wh-why can’t I remember?”

Oh my god, that picture on the dresser. The frame has a sticky mark... Was this the price tag mark? Wait, this man, has a scar under his eye...Tom, isn’t it Tom? Why’s he still standing on the bed?... He doesn’t have a scar... Oh my god, I need- I need some clothes...Why is this drawer empty? And this one and this one too?!

Ben, my name is Ben.

“There’s no clothes...There’s no windows, the door’s locked. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HE-“

“Sarah? Sarah are you okay?” Why’d she just collapse? “Sarah wake up!”

“Scott, let go of Alyssa and step back to the wall please.”

Who is that? Who’s Scott? Who’s Alyssa?

“What’s going on here? WHAT’S HAPPENING?”

The End