It’s good to see you again.
We’ve been expecting you
Please
Sit.
Now…
Lights!
Orchestra!
Curtains!
Bringing forth nighttime lore, the charming chamberlain of Libertine plays
Summoning forth demonic myths, the illustrious weaver of unspoken entities
Dancing on memories, the enchanting fairy of skeletal trees
Sizzling behind magenta curtains, the voluptuous seductress of throbbing blood
Laughing at the potluck, the swollen headmaster of flab
Killing in the alleys, the inscrutable Ripper of Jack
Fornicating in the wild in the dragon’s keep, the ***** of Babylon
Swell the strings!
Blast the horns!
The cast is assembled
The symphony of sensational voyeurism
Yes, you in delight
Don’t deny your
Sacred rite
That’s right
Join my dear
Don’t be shy
Ascend the stairs
And come on stage
Good
Take my hand and venture now through the broken mirror of Assyria
The dunes of sands
Mounded and layered beneath the crisp blue sky
Not a single cloud
Not a single soul
Except for us
My dear
Feel the sand
It’s cool to the touch
The wind encircles your lush hair
The air feels and smells like the breeze of the sea
Where Athenian, white houses line the shores of this desert-sea world
Look up into the blue sky
Witness the open dome in the center
Above our head
Past the blues sky dome is the space between spaces.
Orange silk stars and red trimmed planets
Violet smeared nebulae and green morphing galaxy clusters
Float up to the top of the open space dome in the center of the sky
Reach out and extend your hand
As you touch, the area between this world and the next, ripples spread out from the imagery of the universe.
You touch water in the form of visual, ethereal paradise
The ripples of time expand like the vibrations of sound across the sky
Painting a new canvas of dripping oils and melting clocks
Close your eyes.
Your body hovers in the air
Far from the ground
And far from the person everybody knows
No matter how much a person perceives to know about another, there will be a part us that no one will ever comprehend.
Because to completely absorb the entirety of another life
memories
personality
thought process
dreams
Soul
Is incomprehensible
Inconceivable
Futile
A new world attrition
Through masturbatory perdition
A raging, unquenchable and suffering desire that plagues
The bold
The young
The old
The naive
The smart
The swift
The innocent
The ******
The addicts
The self-proclaimed purists
The self-proclaimed “good people”
“innocent people”
“trusted people”
We are all what we live for: a lie
A lie that consumes the norm
With invisible abnormalities
We are the blind
The deaf
The mute
The chained
The ignored
The punished
The poor
The dumb
The frightened
The dead
The end
Thank you for being here once again. None of this couldn’t be possible without: Clive Barker, Iron Maiden, headphones, batman, duplexes, Salvador Dali, The hour of the Wolf, folding chairs, wool blankets, Silicone *******, chocolate icing, Bruce Campbell, 28 Days Later, true love, true grit, The seventh seal, black widow spiders, Vishnu and anyone else I forgot to mention.
Please come again.
Yes, yes I know you are probably asking, "How many of these entries are there?" . I couldn't say really, but hey stick around and found out. Let's see what my mind has to offer. Probably not much, but is it quality or quantity that should out weigh each other? Boing! Hey look, Pizza.
No need to fret, protesters outside my window, this is now a declaration of war to your lives (or is it?), just a free verse/form writing exercise. Till we meet again my Peeps, minions and droogs.
