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Midwinter

2009-01-25T22:05:00.001-08:00

The crackling fire, logs groaning into embers in the Venetian fireplace, lit the eyes haphazardly of the man and woman seated by the oval mahogany long table. The heat emanated throughout the room, the cold shivers both had come in with dissipated with welcome laughs and intense gazes at each other. In came an entire boar on a steel platter, roasted, steaming apples, potatoes and a multitude of green, purple and orange vegetables surrounding it. The boar was set down on the near end of the table in front of them. Emblazoned plates with royal seals lined in gold, and the finest silver cutlery were laid down carefully, by hands well accustomed to gentle motions resulting in not a resonance of china or metal connecting with another surface. An emerald chandelier above them with ebony white candles in its center was lit by a fire rod. Soft white reflections from the candles sprang onto the tables as the guests were served their dinners by the mansion staff. The dining room gradually growing lighter from the fire stretched far away into shadows bordering up to an oak roof, massive beams arching over and across. Around them blank walls, single stone blocks cut out from black granite, their edging creases tenderly smoothed down, forming total uniformity. Outside the winter raged, snow whirling, hazing the scene. The mansion, a grand and old domain, peaking to the sky, slowly being turned into a mound of snow, further and further away the snow majestically laying its cloak on the earth.

Perfect Christmas

2009-01-25T21:59:00.001-08:00

It’s raining cats and dogs!
- can I have one for Christmas, ooh, look, there’s a dalmation and a collie, ooh, a tabby, oh mum, can’t I have them all, pleease?
Settled, down, a convoy of trotting paws, cats and dogs alike,
now going home.
It’s Christmas

Poetry and love

2009-01-25T21:54:00.000-08:00

don’t you see it?
- well, yes I see veins, arteries and blood.
- the heart, you do not see it?
- yes I do see it, I just described it to you
- no, where’s the metaphysical, the abstract, the romantic beauty of it? Love.
- Poets, always complicating stuff
- the soul, do you see it? the beauty, the depth, the colour, the miracle
- I’m staring down at my sole if that’s what you mean, but it ain’t no beauty, just a sole
- People, always complicating poetry. Well..then, mind! do you see that?
- see what?
- heart, soul and mind, you honestly don’t see it?
- if only I knew what you were talking about?
- Poetry and love

Angel of Belsebub

2009-01-18T12:06:00.000-08:00

And thus it were, I saw you, standing over me, a bright white light
emanating from your eyes, angelic wings unfurling behind you
dark as night, cool shadows shrieking from their movement
Around me, Death pursues, I look up and to the left, there I am
mirror imaged – dead, lying prone, staring blankly at myself
shadows hissing frenetically at me
your presence hindering them from their coveted spoils of war
I look right, and into your eyes, they beckon me
it’s time to leave this existence and step into the next
I shut my eyes, bright white light erupting from within – and a gasp
of freedom, from earthly shackles undone, to eternal peace
I rest

I wake up and feel bored

2009-01-18T12:01:00.000-08:00

I feel like a bleak existence, hollowed out by the world
I struggle to be heard, to be noticed – here am I, I can work
I can produce – echoing back.
I wake up and stare into the monotonous hamster wheel called unemployment
I excel at some things, not at others, but why am I not seen?
I follow the trail of fellow non plussed’s
sending CV’s fruitlessly and desperately
at most, receiving an impersonal ‘thank you for applying, but..’
Sighs of weathered frustration whimper around the globe
When shall it end, this search for belonging, purpose, happiness
and become the three?

Salad roll

2008-11-30T21:54:00.000-08:00

The crunch, the sweet blissful crunch
the cold water drops cascading from the bite
salt and heaven, all mixed together
another crunch, a sweet sensation lining the crust
sparkling, dazzling, the joy of bread, butter and salad

Words in shadow

2008-11-30T03:24:00.000-08:00

Slipstreams of words
spiralling down on paper
like whirlwinds free, trapped in ink
they crash, they flow
they lift, they dive
slipstreams of meaning
shadow havoc on white

E vs I

2008-11-28T04:33:00.000-08:00

extroverts vs introverts = like waves rushing in, vs still water moving peacefully
how big a difference? huge
make a difference? none what so ever
in Society? unfortunately so
how to reconcile? let all feel free to be themselves
is it possible? one would think so, 21st Century
why care? pointing out the obvious is always good ;)
introverts vs extroverts? all equal

Contemplation upon Utopia

2008-11-25T10:03:00.000-08:00

Are we there yet?
the utopia of dreams
are we there yet?
the peak of humane humanity
are we there yet?
the place we can never reach

Alas, the mires of contemplation
they bubble, they linger
Steal your footing they may
if wander in too deep

God, agnos

2008-11-24T23:07:00.000-08:00

God, why do you allow so much suffering?

How can the gift of life be blessed,
when it is cursed with so much pain

How can light be your beacon,
when life for so many is so very dark

How can I not question if you exist
or I'm talking to myself
when your voice is so very silent

God, agnos, I do not know

A short story coming

2008-11-22T23:40:00.000-08:00

Darkness slipped over his face as his helm was fitted and locked into position. Eye slits opened as the ancient Grey Wolf terminator visor whirred into life once again. Targeting monitors as ghostly displayed runes and whispers audited the scene in front of him, sensing danger ahead. Ansgar Fjordbring prepared himself for another battle against the unclean. Chaos. Flanking helm inlets pistoned oxygen slowly, keeping the inner temperature at a constant 20.2 °C. The storm was fury incarnate, jabbing clear white lightning strikes through the night sky. Wind that would have felled a normal man smacked softly against his rune armour as he moved forward on the ledge, power claw raised, his troops below and behind raising their chain swords, purring. ‘They want Death and we shall bring it!’ Ansgar roared, the hundred Grey Wolves in combat armour, remained silent and furious, ready to perform their charge in honour of the Norse gods.

A chorus of sickening chants and shrieks, only the warp could spawn erupted from across the plains, a myriad of moving shadows, bulky and thin began their assault.

A thing on War

2008-11-22T23:01:00.001-08:00

Peace, a horrific cost
the earth painted red for freedom
Soldiers, lived, died, remembered, forgotten
People, support, condemn, remember, forget
State, policy, alliance, enemy, ally, enemy

2008-11-22T12:01:00.000-08:00

The ramblings of a machine god
Too few, too many
Whirrs, cogwheels and clicks
Time ascertaining in complete calibration
Seconds, minutes, wait for the hours
Metal, glass, polished
Whirrs, clicks, rumblings of Machina

Hell on Earth
One man, one machine, born into a shell case strewn reality
Battling against each other in a set stream of fluid hostility
They shoot, they die, they resurrect in a never ending apocalypse
No giving up, no cease fire, just a burning desire
To rid the world of the one they cannot retire
Cool hate, climactic fury, two poles of metal vs tissue
When does it end, this vengeful reign of consumed apostles

5, 5.30 in the morning
Is it late, is it early?
It's dark outside, but it's light in my mind
Asleep or awake
Oh what a complicated thing
I wish to sleep, but stay awake to fall a-
Oh early morning
Wishing you were late