November 2011
7 posts
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The Fantasies of a Drowning Man
A daemon of this sort, one whom can surpass the realm of death, is never to be thought as other than mortal menace given breath And in a storied court this threat must not even be named in jest For this evil creature wears only the blackest night as it’s crest!
Saith he won’t want to still dream the same Yet into my flesh I’d trace your screenname So now I brace my fists, and...
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The last Bard's Tale (Part I)
The calm before the storm. A brief respite if you will. Regular dark angsty programming will resume shortly, believe me. “Come traveler, let me tell you of a forgotten realm now trapped in yore Please fill that chair, and into your mug this flagon’s mead will duly pour As this is a tale best enjoyed in good company with food and drink galore and by this hearth the fire will warm us...
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Adventures in, and of, a mind's despotism
Oh Blog. There is so very much to say. And to say anything, anything at all, is such a great effort, such a tremendously tiring undertaking now. But, alas, I must. I must write. I must forcibly manipulate my fingers to tap tap tap on the keys; I must sit and type. I must purge. I must cleanse. I must expel this black. I seek catharsis in artificial light and eyes I do not know. Things have...
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Anonymous asked: I want to like your writing, I do, but sadly what I see is that you're overdosing on your prodigy quality by wasting away on pretension. Pretentious titles and pretentious, ultimately empty style is what you've got going for you at the moment — something that really shouldn't be, since you've got talent and a knack for good words. Keep working on things, but be aware that...
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An Unrequited Requiem
This is a poem I wrote a while ago, in a different time. Unfortunately, it was dedicated to somebody whom evidently didn’t want it, whom obviously didn’t want me anymore, and most certainly didn’t want to engage in the funerary proceedings which I held as incumbent. I still mourn for what was lost but the grief is lessening by the day thankfully. This piece was formed from the...
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Archeological splinters still swim angrily...
You would say we have since earned position as subjects through the looking glass, and I would agree, for we see one another through a glass, darkly. Potions of absinthe are distilled from viscera and keyed dreams Kept on soulless icicles chilled but resonated in hewn screams Purpose simple and now instilled Methodology sourced in seams of my sewn orifices, ones milled with essence strewn as...
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The Condition of Post-Phantasm Malcontent
I see now in the perfect acuity of hindsight that I have valued you beyond your worth My pool of appreciation is decidedly finite and undoubtedly we are at point of dearth For the dam is broken, in escaping twilight That the blackness must conceal the birth of the product formed in a fading firefight; the one we had knowing the victor’s curse If you’re asking how it is I am still so...
