Monthly Archives: July 2012

træce the daisy chains in the night

I’ve taken to embracing the darkness. It isn’t as cryptic as it sounds. There’s also the light, that most people opt for when they speak of good or some other discarnate intelligence. From what i’ve seen since my return from the underworld, my encounter with death, I couldn’t help but notice how most that strive to keep a foot in the light only do so out of fear. They fear this supposed punishment of eternal despair. This invokes savage behavior to do the right thing for the wrong reasons. A thirst for the coin is as good as thirst for wine, for it is a thirst in life. Wine isn’t something one should do alone and what good is your purse if you know naught what to do with it. When I embraced the dark of the night, it did not mean that I had shunned the embrace of God. Even the dark was the Gods’ doing. One big practical joke to measure those who knew God. The real light, is buried with the covers of darkness. When the veil of day is stretched over the sky, it does not mean the stars aren’t shining. If you think the last judgment hasn’t happened yet, you’re, quite literally, dead wrong. Your coins will serve you no purpose when the reign of a thousand nights begin to pour on the earth. You’ve nothing better to do than wait. At the pace some are going, I can discern no difference. The fact is is that you will die. But I choose to wait with wine and a strange profound kind of love you’ve never known. It’s really more simple than it is cryptic, but I think that simplicity is what terrifies most people.

You well not begin to live the life intended until you are willing to die, meet death, chat, and joke with them. The kind words of the departed souls whisper this to us in the wind. My eye was woken by these whispers, and I was born on May 31st of 2012.

I sincerely hope you can get to the table on time. from a basement on the hill. Knock us a kiss and let’s celebrate today because we’ve already spent too much time in coffee shops asking questions that never mattered. You’ll see what I mean when you follow that voice, neither I nor anyone else. The light comes to you just once and in a way only you can understand. The poets and the heretics of the past, speak the language of the gale, they are messengers that work for the pay of love. A love for you. I was skeptical about the femininity of the realization, however I was unable to seer anything higher in it’s stead.

To whom it may concern: my number is 5 and their name is Aeqerasias. æ is the mark on our door. And ”they can wait a little longer because we’re not finished.”
To whom it may concern: you know who you are if you got the message, find me, there’s more I have to show you. Please watch your step, you fool.

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Excerpt from new novel: Jeanne Mercury

This is an excerpt from one of the chapters to a novel I’m working on titled Jeanne Mercury.

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”what’s the matter? I came down as fast as I could!” said Jeanne bursting into the foyer with a rum and coke already in her hands, to a frenzied Kate checking and un-checking her cell phone.
“God! You couldn’t have taken any longer!”
“Well, aaaafter I got your message, which was pretty hard to understand on account of the hysteria in your voice and the band soooo conveniently placed next to your phone, I had to fight traffic on the 101 ON a Saturday night, and then feed a meter 50 cents because all the parking lots around the theater are overpriced-”
“-That’s nothing compared to the hell I’ve been in so far!”
“I didn’t get to the part about FINDING a fucking meter! Another good story ruined!” Jeanne joked taking a gentle sip.
“I don’t have time for one of your stupid jokes right now! I’m about to kill myself!”
“But that’s the best time for a joke. By the way,” toning her enthusiam,”is there anyone interesting watching the bands? Guys, I mean.”
“Jeanne!” Kate pleaded. She pleaded with such a degree of seriousness that it seemed as though the very wrinkles of her frown dragged the corner of her eyes, and the rest of her face for that matter, down toward her ankles.
“Alright, alright… they say the same shit all the time anyway. Okay, what’s the matter?”

“Okay, so… there were three bands scheduled to perform tonight for George’s party.” stated Kate.
“Who?”
“George! The love of my life…?”
“Still?”
Kate gave her a look. “Anyway… the first band already opened the show and the next one’s already started their set… But the problem is the manager of the the band that’s headlining tonight! He’s got an old phone or something because I can barely make out what he’s trying to say and he refuses text! Who doesn’t text!?”
“Was he hysterical?”
“What? No!”
“Oh! He was standing next to a live band!”
“He was at his hotel!”
“You were next to the band then!”
“No, you bitch! I have no idea whether the last band is showing up or not!”
“Then the current band better be a good one or else tonight’s gonna be full of a looooot of unhappy and uninteresting guys. And you know where that could lead.” Jeanne replied solemnly. Both Kate and Jeanne then peered through the double doors to count the number of bobbing heads in the audience. Kate huffed and throwing her body away from the double doors and began violently checking and unchecking her phone again.
“Fuck, Jeanne! They looked bored! Shit!”
“Not all of them, simmer down a bit now. Some of the weird ones seem to like the song,” and after a thought, “I’m kind of digging it too, actually.”
“What am I gonna do, Jeanne…”
“Well, let me start by saying; its not your party anyway and what’s more is that you’re not even the event coordinator, you big lush!” Kate gave a calming gaze as Jeanne continued, “you can either go; home, get yourself a drink which I’ll help you with, or you can keep trying the manager from way the fuck out here. Let them sweat it out. So, what do you want to do? It doesn’t matter which you choose because my stupid jokes and I are going to follow you to the end of the night, anyway.”
Kate was still watching her. And it seemed Kate’s eyes had been widening incrementally as Jeanne spoke. Then, all of a sudden like the burst of a solitary ray of sunshine paying the fare through the overcast gloom, a smile happened upon Kate’s now frown-less face.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Kate rhetorically said, lightly confusing Jeanne as her arms had stayed open for Kate’s response, “this is the Jeanne everyone’s missed!” Our girl’s back! …and she needs a refill!”
“…and a cigarette!”
“And a cigarette!”

Kate watched Jeanne giggle the same way she did when they were both younger. When they were just girls. At that moment, Kate realized Jeanne had really gone to hell and back in the last 15 months, yet there she was, cracking stupid jokes, and severing the unnecessary worry that everyone subjects themselves to. ‘she came back a real woman,’ Kate thought.
Kate was right. Although Jeanne’s return to her old self had been a blessing, she returned with the wisdom of eternity masked by an ever-enchanting candor of youth. Jeanne no longer had a fear of time or death: for she danced with them into tomorrow from tonight,forever.
Together they walked over to the bar and filled their lonely hands with cocktail glasses and all at once, Kate ceased mooing over the uncertainty of the next band’s attendance, and decided to enjoy the not-too-shitty one that was already playing.

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Quarters

palpating cocoons,
A cloudy resting place. thousands of seconds call,
just to say goodnight.
Along comes a second,
without a single clue,
reaches in,
And pulls
you
through.
And the rest is moot.

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Onasadeone pendemeter

How vain humanity has become when the only belief we can indulge in are the beliefs of the impossible when they become possible. Is it not blasphemy when we don’t abide by our hearts? the snake in the grass that gave us the apple, the death of nobility for or sins. It’s already been paid for but we think gratuity is still necessary.the answer is in or errors and I’m or veins but we can’t believe in it’s simplicity because we are vain.
There is nothing in death except the reward and punishment. The punishment it’s being cast back into the pattern of mediocrity. The reward is to become part of the ratings from who watches the show. the idea of ultimate good and ultimate evil is nonsensical. this idea simply perpetuates the idea that rewards are only possible in opposition to punishments.

Humans are so base, we forget that we have been graced with life and choice. Show me a fucking bad one.
A cynic is fair, though only cynical towards, things they do not have. All poor are near mad, about the absent riches. The lonely are mad, about the love they can’t have. Those blessed with their health, and even the few godless, are sick of themselves.
These trails I once walked, I now laugh and dance across; understanding naught. The simple jester, returning to his kin’s court, through that guise of night.
Reap what has been wept, dance in the night as the light, and find your home kept.
I know you can hear, horses coming near, towing your carriage.

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