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Working again… 🎯
Hey guys, sorry it’s been awhile, had a computer issue and lost some work. Back up and running, I will return.
Hope you’ve been well, I will get back to all your stories soon, I have a lot of reading to do, when I’m back.
Be good – Be Safe and love one another.
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My Brimstone Puddle
I am playing the song of The Devils heart, almost Heavens art; it almost splits you apart, the teeth of a shark, from the darky depths, a half death that never misses its mark. I am drowning beneath the icy bliss, icicles drip of perdition, a diamond death sticks to the skin, whose skin am I in again? Hell hath no fury than a writer scorn, what time are you on? I Will Write you Into History, not the side you’d wish you’d be on, because I’ve got lightning in Hades water bottle, ready to topple any man’s metropolis, my hopes run out, I’ve got this motormouth that I will never dethrottle. My flames flutter, aim for the chard colours, before the cash callers and false prophets who call for profits, who are fallen? Where are you from, again? The ones who fall for it, you are their offerings and oftentimes you end up in coffins, eternity longing, the waters turning frosty, for one terrifying breath for a petrifying length, I yawn in and let it all in. Back and forth, back and forth, my head goes, my back’s to frost, a crack to my core, reach my trying hands for driftwood or moss, feet slip on the icy gloss, I could fall down but there will be no falloff… I drown down into their fire, that there lies my power lives, swim under the lava through their shallow waters of happily ever afters, that is what they shall offer, shining coins and pretty barters, these darky depths, that’s where I am off, I am chartered, see you after.
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I am immersed in the symphony of The Devil’s Heart, a composition so sublime it nearly rivals the blistering artistry of heaven itself. Its crescendos threaten to rend one’s very soul asunder, akin to the relentless jaws of a shark tearing through flesh. From the murky depths of despair, it beckons—a siren’s call to a half-death that strikes unerringly at the core.
I find myself drowning in the icy embrace of its seductive allure, where icicles drip with the venom of perdition, and each note etches itself upon my skin like a diamond-tipped blade. In this tumultuous sea of existence, whose identity do I inhabit? Whose essence courses through my veins?
Hell hath no fury like that of a writer scorned, and yet, here I stand, defiant against the sands of time. I shall inscribe my name upon the annals of history, but not upon the side where faint hearts seek refuge. No, I wield the lightning contained within Hades’ very waters, not Poseidon, poised to obliterate any man’s metropolis that dares defy me.
My hopes may dwindle, but my tongue remains a relentless motormouth, refusing to yield to the chains of silence. My flames flicker, dancing amidst the charred remnants of my aspirations, casting shadows upon the faces of cash callers and false prophets who peddle their wares in the marketplace of souls.
Who among them has fallen? Where do their allegiances truly lie? They offer shiny trinkets and hollow promises, but I know the truth that lies beneath the back-facing-face, their facade. These dark depths beckon me forth, and I am compelled to answer their call.
Back and forth, my mind reels, grappling with the frost that threatens to encase my very being. I reach out, desperate for purchase upon the slippery precipice, yet I find only the cold embrace of oblivion awaiting me. But I shall not falter, for within the depths of their fire lies my true power.
I plunge headlong into the inferno, navigating the treacherous currents of false promises and fleeting victories. Their shallow waters offer naught but illusions of happily ever afters, but I shall not be swayed. I am a voyager in the sea of eternity, and I shall chart my own course amidst the tempestuous waves.
See you on the other side.
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7 Earthly Sins
Gluttony is up in me; under me, under feet is the lust for me, until it tumbles out of me, the thunderous fire erupts on me. The wrath wraps and warps me past the time lapsed landscape, no escape, slow as a sloth, branches break against my angers gauge, back again, and again, with a symbolic Hellish rage, they can’t prise me away from the page, too much pride. You wish this was the end of me? Your envy is airing, we eat things here, ethereal memory reels, eternal torture, never been realer; skin peels and unravels with a pin wheel mechanism with a washer cycle spin speed, this Icarus wing’ll never heal, hey, it’s been real, got my thumbs twiddling, waiting on my big deal or my greeny greed, see.
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My Mothers Son
I killed a man in here; I stabbed and bled love, back to Bedlam, back to bed, love. He was a man close to my heart, buried him in my memorial unremembered memory corrosive art. Took his light, booked his flight, waved Goodbye to his Sun, used his fire and fed him to the teeth of the night, a flayed soul, soft as a silken hold. Death approached, cattle coached, drobed in blackened cloaks, on winds wings, watch, how your own buttering-leaves go. Lost in a blow. Chasing my dessert rains, reigning-in under shelter, reengaging for better days, separate away from my serpent snake, here I’ll lay, coiled up, waiting for prey, my grey waning, slither prints over this sands miragey painting.
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Bad Idea
I write something so great in my mind, as soon as I swipe at the light idea, an appetite appears, it escapes and that is when I hollow out a willow tree, stretch the paper free, and start to write with my finger-quills, start with my simple killings, main hero protagonist character? Cut-out the narrative jibber-jabber, Too much light shining on ya’! Shivering your ladders, quivering your silvering shining sexual chapters, pipedown, you little, Oh –Him? He died on my lap, here, within this idea, within my dinner, I made with a one handed clap, appear.
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A Shared Single
Fear is more powerful than what we have in full force power suits. That is why society is reaching into the recesses of depression, when evil wains over, the devils steal you away, with a rubish calypso Caribbean coloured daze, days away, all their heads are under waves, covered in the crumbs of incumbent crazies, living in communities of one-hit-wonderous balls-n’-chains.
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Seizure
In between the sparks of pinkish white flashes of grinding cogs of my mind, I write until the point of, just before a seizure, edging me almost over, on the edge with my all monsters, feeling slightly cornered, I’m queasy; the page is my zip line back, I heard through the grapevine, I am swinging away, it’s tingling, silver showers of shivers, ninety-nine knives, an entity in my limbs, limp my wrist over this page and bring your friends over for a floor dance. WooOW!
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Rolling Dice
A Man will do anything to cheat his own Death, gamble your life, I am all in, with this crime, a true sin in sincere city, anything to stay on this table, a little longer, if it’s between me and you, I am making the odds start spinning in my favour; because every day I am counting on me winning with my own deck, you’ll be shuffled off your mortal coils, stripped, robbed of all coinage, unfortunately auctioned off -The Buyer? The Game, he will eat later.
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Keep Writing Forever
This writing is my immortality, whittled words are self sacrifice, cuts break, for one more day. My penance is destruction, the penalty of an ending compulsion, there’s no end to me or my sentences, in hand, you’ll need a few sense to see me. Scribble my ‘ish in almost perfect gibberish, glib.
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On Hellish Seas – Fiction
I’ve only got requested invites responses for the monsters. Who is selling any product? I need something before battle, honest. That’s a dark-dark back there, you coming with? Ticket?
My heart stomps and hands twitch thinking about it. Tough, it’s rough! Been’ looking for my brother’s soul, been living down here a while, killing my prisoners, waiting, punishing people with bars, sentences in line, tilt your head while reading this, there I’ll be. I’ve been known for coming back for supplies, sometimes.
These are the seas where you bury zombies; I’ve let the great black sharks eat some of mine. I know, I am getting old, I’ll be dead eventually, the thinks unblinking, I’ll need a walker soon.
Holding it together, I am, slowly, I am tripping over phobias as I’m tripling my fears, keep that smile, stop, keep it right there, baby, they’ll believe that. Snap! Another one for the old corrupted memory bank, also, for the now, fatherless, freefalling thoughts, farther and farther, over the horizon they live, bye, family, who aren’t the faintest.
I am crumbling inside, so are the sand cliffs at my stormy sides, I feel a cave-in incoming; where else can I build my castle? But on the foundations of the old me, nice knowing you, this was a premature burial. Her name? This is my Red Ready Rock, she’s a coatanut barque. Back now, no backdown, no black sailing gown growing closer, twenty-four seven lockdown until I am back on flat ground, I love the hate there, I love running with fire under my feet, that’s why I moved from Hell to Hull, have better odds constantly for survival when you’re consistently on the run.
Is that the boat to our destination rocking, or my hands shaking? Take the wheel from me, a sec’ ,kid. Why are you coming with, again? Mate, think about your choices now, as soon as your toes touch ground, you are food or fodder, food climbing a pyramid, if I need to, I will eat you to live, remember, I live here too, the only law, by order of the Greats of the Gutters of Hell, sometimes animals from the bottom get hungry, understand? Good, then you’ll be as fine as plated China, grow that chip, real quick, too, kid. This is a real place where we’re going, don’t believe me, around the way and over them waves there, lives a bottomless blackard.
Last stop, we’re all going down, coming in quick, faster over the waves of these flaming waters, let the rough rusted engines heated red rouge, full throttle into baby bottles, white beaches of these debris cloggers as thick as cottage cheese clotters. Welcome to my Metropolis of a mess in a boiling pot of piss. I’ve locked you in, my friend, you are the meal tonight, where we’re from- burp, ‘s’cuse me, we’ve already eaten everything. We’re going for some light water rafting now; you better paddle your petrifying peddling pedals. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Please, step off my cruel cruise on a crash course, no control, the one way trip down, down, down, this is what death feels like, no more blue to drown on, this is the down pond, a hueless place, brutally lunatic for you to pick to come with, that’s a very bad choice, isn’t it? Dumb is the word and hungry I am. I am dropping anchors of truths over you. I told you, I come from a land of gigantic, almost titanic million-armed planets of water-balloon droplets of baggy blood; purgatory’s lost stories of lost souls climbing building storeys to come and tell you stories.
After filling on you, I will be sailing back the way we came for my sunrise, good morning, sunshine, breakfast with my kids, before I tell them to go for a shower. Now, get over here, this pit in my stomach is sinking, what I need you for, this will keep me afloat a little. Guess who is going overboard, I need what keeps you pulling up; I need to be this stern.
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Definitely know about schedules and all that.
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Welcome back! Computer issues are the worst, but glad to hear you’re up and running again. Looking forward to diving…
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