Eyes are fixed upon another dream, With features beyond belief, Like a scarlet witch, Who, Upon greater detail, Becomes a haunting shade, Teasing with the immaterial, Whilst a reality screams to be seen, For a curse is at play here, As no lenses can be found, Fixed upon the eyes of the dreamer immortal.
Warning: may contain a rant Sometimes I really feel the vitriolic energy of people who complain about certain media outlets; I understand why they are so vigorously opposed to some of them but not others. I'm honestly not interested in nurturing that mindset within myself, but I can't deny the fact that they so easily… Continue reading The Media Ignores Riders
Though in life we live within the present, We unwittingly nurture, within us, Personalities beyond our reality, And when our friends leave us, We find that part of them actually remains, Waiting to connect with us again, But as our hearts and minds reach out, Expectantly, We find we are just haunted by the ghosts,… Continue reading The Ghosts of Those Departed
I was recently compelled by forces beyond my comprehension to write this short erotica with occult dealings. I'm not sure if there's a deeper meaning to that, but it's free on Amazon till Monday...
On a boring day, my addictions continue, Either taking me to lands-end, Or the minor details in-between, So whilst bound by life, I take the time, To rub wax; A way of preparing, For the sacred ritual, Blessed in oil, And summoned by a spark, That waits within me, Barely contained.