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Saints, Virgins, and Angels
Our Father,
who art in heaven
Mother Earth,
who art in Hell.
Burnt to ash,
ready Armageddon
Watch the sky
where angels fell
Zipper-mouths pulled tight
as the Cross passes the way
Carnal masks shimmer light
As sludge engulfs the day.
Vicious, vicarious crows of blackened ember
Cawing and moaning; devilishly romantic
The touch of fingertips on lips I remember
Left her womanhood wet and frantic.
Unchained desires that surely are satanic.
Those hours in confessional amongst lying sycophants
Console weeping eyes and tarnished souls
Elected “Saints” stand tall with hypocritical blather
Condemning children with eyes like burning coals
“But virgins taste sweeter,” as the angels say
With sins like spices which season raw meat
But innocence-takers hide beneath crimson beds
Sitting atop thrones as stewards to God’s seat
Will those that fall, eventually rise?
All creatures tempted by tangible discord
Wou
Waltz of Strange FablesOn the surface of those cheap sheets of skin
Our hungry heads next to the radio
Emerson, Lake & Palmer sing of that Lucky Man
While children of the candy corn eat the postman
Space Opera pirates courted by Tiny Dancers of Mars
Spiders, in fact, band mates to a lad named Ziggy
Like us made of Stardust, eternal and galactic—
Though not supported by a studio laugh track
So many images can flash by changing channels
On the Technicolor TV late at night, feral and stoned
Passing ships, Hamlet, pigs in clothes, angels killed,
Mouths fucked, mothers crowning and holes drilled
Babes crying in the street, while the heavens fall
An unreal reality that flabbergasts wet dreams
Shifting gears for the animals to rule the room
Orwellian motifs ensuring self-righteous doom
Nothing written is appreciated till the lesson is met
Charted, ridiculed, challenged, accepted, analyzed
By those who skimmed through blurred scribbles of lines,
Puking phrases of former failures for th
Sweet Sinister Suite
Hush. Don’t speak. Not right now. I need you to listen. I need you to hold your breath and count backwards from ten; on the beat, in common time. Strings at the ready. As they tune I need you to picture something in your head: A thawing steak on the counter; buzzing noises: flies and gnats, TV on channel two with mosquitos mating, creating static in your ears. There’s desiccated blood on the linoleum. Oxygenated, rendered useless. Lamps turned upside down, lighting the ceiling and darkening the floors. “Voices Carry” (by Til Tuesday) is faintly playing from the stereo. The window blinds are open, looking down from the 14th floor at 51st street below. Little passing dots of red and shifting streams of white lights, like blood cells and bacteria in the veins of a metropolitan body. A hundred windows stare back at you from across the way; most are dim. The set
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these are links to the chapters I would like you to comment on. Apparently, I tried to drag my artwork into the comment section and it would not let me. So I am just putting up the links.
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these are links to the chapters I would like you to comment on. Apparently, I tried to drag my artwork into the comment section and it would not let me. So I am just putting up the links.
ok I posted a critique for the prologue. If you're satisfied with that then I can do chapter one. FYI it will be easier for me to critique/comment if you ask my certain questions. Like, how the story flows or if a character is development enough, etc.
AlchemyAlchemy
Pigment plus Glycerin equals copulation.
Brush, water and canvas equal aspiration.
Electron and chakra energies make stimulation
that empower me with the gift of creation.
Dive deep into the serenity of meditation
and find...
Lasting ImpressionLasting Impression
We are faceless numbers marching to a single beat.
Walking the path of many on our tired aching feet.
Lies have spun from kids with guns.
They are innocent no more.
Man and energy wasted on weaponry;
Instead of time and care devoted to the poor.
Keep these words burning in your mind.
"Establishment is a plague, Humanity does the crime!"
Tattooed in your memory should be the mistakes of your past.
Learning from your emotions, hoping your intellect will last.
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The Conjoined Conflict!THE CONJOINED CONFLICT!Here is a story that i recently wrote that i am trying to get some feedback on, It is quite different so please be truthful about what you think
Tom Nesbitt 2014
Our story starts in your everyday neighborhood that is called "Yielding", it is a peaceful neighborhood where everybody in it gets along and is friendly to everybody, Hang on... almost everybody.
An alarm goes off in a sunny room that was full of posters of mainstream boy bands and popular male actors, a widescreen television and a closet full of clothes that was almost half the size of the room.
An attractive blonde haired girl turns off the alarm, throws the blankets off and sits up in her white underwear. She sighs and replies to herself "Another effortless school day ahead... i wonder which guy should i ask out today". She then gets out of bed in her underwear and walks over to the closet and bends over opening up her wardrobe.
She stands there for a few minutes deciding on which short skirt and tank top to wear before she finally decides on a Hot Pink skirt and Sky Blue tank top with the words "Try Harder" written over it. She grins as she
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