Lone

Galaxy Garden

A man is a lone island

 silenced of those souls around him

 acquainted by the bearing of his roots

 True

 crystals of radiant light burst out of very few

 But only those whom you will decide to pursue.

And it was upon this very island that the man found himself drifting ashore. Out of the purple waters of descending blue airs, his heir, the name of the One Spiraling Star, he laid there. On the sand he was parallel to the humming ocean, yearning for droplets that shatter into folding ripples. Crystallized into the deeper spaces of the ocean's membrane, he felt petrified by the vying eye of God's Galaxy. His own eyes bore blistering darkness, colors of which where released upwards into the atmosphere where immense pylons bore the fruit of his mothers essence. And there they stood as if sustaining the sky itself amidst the pressures that filled the heavens and the bountiful sky.

He opened his eyes but he could not see, he closed them and there he was, undoubtedly free.

 Free to express natures gift in instances where no witness could dismiss his geyser of impudence in their fidgeting ignorance.

 A mist fell on this small, lost island. Sparks zapped through the water filled air, traveling to he laying there on the sand. It cocooned his soft skin ever so gently with their teething energies combined, and took him sky high across the fluorescent clouds. He yelped in the primal state that he was born in and grasped at heights he'd never known, hoping to latch on to something... just...something. But it was nothing you see, and he fell down through the perpetuating mists into purple waters. 

And there he was under waters finely formed dove of fluidity. He widened his arms and clapped, sending a tidal wave through the ocean, breaking focus of all those living underwater. He stood there under the foamy gaze of displaced light and felt the oncoming wave as it returned to him. He saw before him dark figures come into light as they zipped past him just like the energy that he'd released... racing all around him... titanic sharks and crimson wings, diamond heads and coral kings, Viney peasants and fluttering things, particle specks and filthy fins. Their force pushed him aback, into the grasp of unending coral reefs. And it was there where he heard the soft spiraling whispers of his aquatic One Lone Star. Far.. under the darkening mar of a celestial heart.

He opened his eyes to be relieved that he was still sitting on sand. Behind him he saw trees as they expanded themselves through calculated knowledge of their unfailing arms. And in the darkness of the night, in the sighing of the sky, there was peace... found up high, up high... in God's Golden Sky.

Daphni

Jiaolong

In circles the sun blared its energy, passing all leaves unto his eyes. He awoke and slid down the slippery tree into muddy ground and fogged air. The mud slowly moved up his legs and beneath him he could feel worms squirming between his toes. He looked forward, past his half naked self and saw nothing more than jungle stretching far and wide, across distances that his eyesight could not provide. He walked there. And started to run. The trees around him spoke in green tongue, the waters splashed words and puddled time. He stopped at one odd tree, its curvature appealing and its leaves like any other tree, but brighter. He saw a long creature crawl up the tree, its thousands legs working in unison to reach a leaf. He noticed its antennae and how they seemed to notice his presence, as they randomly bustled over its head, moving in all directions. And atop there were birds, screeching for food, praising the wind in their utmost existence. He smiled at the world, at the freedom the planet stresses on its inhabitants.
 He sprinted forward once more, blurring his surroundings, fixated on the slowing of time... slowly... jumping... across the valley.
 As he fell he felt the spray of the waterfall and heard the birds squawking as if they were right next to him. He was flying he thought, he teared as the wind rushed up against his cheeks and they soon became part of the water falling. He fell in a straight line down into the clear water and bereft of power, he let himself go. Under the water he kept his eyes closed and found himself in a small cavern where he opened his eyes. Light shone from the small crevice which he'd fallen through, the water was warm and when he looked around he stood petrified at the sight of eels. They surrounded him with their vicious faces, slithering about him with their long tails almost touching their sharp teeth. In spirals he could feel their slippery skin, they swam through his hair and under his feet, often times releasing bursts of electricity. But they did not hurt him. With no air left he arose from the cavern and swam to the river's edge.
And it was then when in the corner of his eye he saw specks in the sky, like black diamond stars, in opposition to the sun's exuberance. He did not like them and bellowed in the sky, baring his fists in the air. And he did not do so as to intimidate the celestial strangers but as an homage to his trust in the Sun. Consequently, the jungle reciprocated his outcry with the mighty roar of a black leopard that darted past him into the consuming shrubbery. He sprinted right after her when something struck him, leaving a vertical cut down his arm. He stood there astonished, for never had he been hurt in such an... impersonal way. He saw a silver rock gleaming with his blood on the ground, he went to grab it but it cut deep into his fingertips.
Up in the sky the sound of weight and heat echoed down into the tumult of the jungle. And it was then when he saw them enter, thousands of them. The once specks had entered the atmosphere. They'd become massive pyramids concentrated with seething energy that trailed behind their eviscerating paths. A black unbreakable light beamed out of the tips of these descending crafts and it was an ominous sight, like a vertical space grid of deep black lines targeting the earth. They came down with furious speed and force, one came so close that the man could feel the blast wave as it landed. He ran to the site and along the way he saw the black leopard atop a tree, she looked down at him as if she'd been waiting for him and trailed behind him.
As he ran towards the fallen craft a thick greasy exhaust shrouded the jungle and a garbling sound pulsed throughout the air, disturbing all those who lived near by. He arrived at the blast site, the pyramid like craft was gigantic and argent with oil oozing out of its spinning components. Its pieces picked up pace and soon it was drilling into the ground... He watched in terror as the same little rock that had cut him was now cutting into mother earth. Soon the pyramid had vanished and all that was left was a gaping hole in the earth with splashes of oil covering the ground. Fumes were coming out of the hole and the pulsing continued. He looked behind him but only saw the leopard, he looked around but his family had run away from the mechanical beast.

He stood there in front of the cavernous hole and all around him he could hear other crafts digging into the ground. He soon began tearing from the smoke that filled his eyes, the intense heat had left him dizzy and nauseated. And he looked up on more time, into the clear sky, upon the hot sun and walked down, into the hole.

Hot Rats

Hot Rats

It was a warm summer day when a freight train zoomed passed the two boys. It's whistle boomed as large plumes of exhaust cleared the smoke stack. The train was pulling along with it numerous cargo wagons of which the boys so hastily tried to jump on. The first boy, Jim, a 17 year old corn-country born nomad took off with astounding force and in one swift motion, climbed aboard the passing wagon and slid open its thick metal door. "George get yer ass up here now or never!"
The other boy a tad younger and bulkier was panting," Man fuck this! Why cant we just keep walking!" But Jim was only focused on getting him on the train so with a firm grip on the handle bar he angled himself enough to grab a handful of George's shirt and yanked him on the wagon. They both sat there in stacks of hay gasping for air and laughing at their recklessness.

"Goddamnit George when I say go you gotta move your fatass as fast as possible!"
 "Alright alright, im just hungry thats all."
"Dont worry we'll find food over where we're headin, not to mention some fine young girls.."
"This better not be another one of your pipe dreams, im tired of landing in disastrous shit."
Jim rolled his eyes at George's last remark and fell back into the hay not expecting the sudden sharp pain that surged up his back.
"OWWW what the FUCK." Jim rubbed his lower back and furiously looked through the hay only to find a large boot attached to a bony leg to be the culprit. His eyes ran up the uncaring leg and found a waist, a beaten chest and the sullen face of a homeless man smiling back at him through what teeth he had left. "You son of a bitch that hurt alot, I should beat you silly." Jim howled at the bum.

And from the darkest corner of the wagon a voice spoke with concentrated ire,"You should watch who you threat...boy." The voice then revealed itself to be another homeless man but this one was much stronger and nourished than the other. He wore a ragged black overcoat and had long black hair that touched his shoulders, a menacing stare and a large scar running from his chin to his chest. A third man revealed himself as well and that's when Jim and George began to panic. Their fears became real when the three men took hold of them and with a final comment from the scarred man ,"Piss off." were thrown off the moving train into the grimy dirt from whence they came.

Covered in clouds of dust and dirt they groaned, got up, and began walking down the endless set of train tracks. It was about midday when the forest surrounding the boys finally cleared and was replaced by acres and acres of crops. They got off the tracks and walked through the crops until they  reached a dirt road that eventually led to an intersection. To the south it said Blackshear 35 miles, Jim smiled,"Were almost there mate."

The boys we're uneducated, homeless, unruly but never whined about labors like this. For they knew what this lifestyle entailed and had grown accustomed even fond of its hardships. If anything true, it in fact helped them develop character and a certain resilience unseen from most young boys their age.

 In no time they soon arrived to the township of Blackshear; a dwindling conservative town still desperately clinging unto its heydays long gone in the past. It is true that the world is becoming more and more democratic everyday but this only promoted the stagnation of the town. There main source of income once came from the exploitation of another man through hard labor and now comes from the corruption of women through whore houses which are riddled across the deteriorating town. And so the boys decided to stop by and enjoy the one and only thing the town can offer.

After a few minutes they stood at the steps of Neshaminy Inn, one of the most recognizable brothels around. They entered the gloomy establishment and were immediately confronted by a large white man who in a rude tone announced their arrival. "Ah looky here, a couple of sorry boys looking for a cute girl huh? Well only if you got the penny...and seeing as how y'all are dressed in shit ima have to ask y'all to leave."
But before the man could push them into the streets Jim with a sly look on his face flipped a gold coin whose golden shimmer sent the hick aback. "It's best not to assume such things, sir."
Jim looked back at George and with a victorious smile walked past the guard and into the casino.
"And just what the hell do you think you're gonna do there?" asked George.
"Im gonna spike our money, just watch."
George knew that Jim had a knack for poker but was afraid that his gambling would cost them their meals. But Jim was a stubborn son of a bitch who would throw all his efforts in a given opportunity and so went to exchange his coin for chip. Jim then began to eye out which tables had the serious players. He spotted a table of men whose manner of being, age and demeanor was intimidating. Jim knew that half the game of poker was won through bluff. And so he headed towards the table and sat across the dealer.

 There were six players on the river with hearts dominating and no high cards. "Call" crowed a devious looking man in sullen brown plaid with locks of disheveled hair covering a seemingly dead eye. The man noticed Jim examining him and gave him a crooked smile in which his set of gold teeth shimmered in the casino's hazy, drunk setting. He flung six 20 dollar chips and the table responded with two calls and one fold. The men flipped their cards starting with a timid looking man who grinned when he completed the 7 high heart flush. Dead Eye as Jim befittingly named the devious man tossed pocket 8's, defeating the flush with 3's full of 8's. The last man bore failure in his face as he foolishly flipped 2, 6 pair. Dead Eye snorted and proceeded to augment his chip stack.

 Jim carefully noted the last man and the underlying reasons as to why he might have called Dead Eye with such a weak hand aside from of course, sheer stupidity.  But with no time to go over such hypothetical scenarios the next hand had begun and he was handed 10 of heart and 9 of spade, a fair hand. He threw in for the blind and awaited the action of others, one of which, raised triple. Everyone called and the flop presented it self with 7 of club, ace of diamonds and 9 of club. Jim's hand wasn't all too lousy but he knew someone would have ace's and furthermore the flop voided his chance at a ace high straight unless by miracle a king and queen pop up. In any case, Jim held his eagerness and checked along with four others but was raised by one fat man with beady eyes who's chin was layered in what looked like chicken grease. The raise was minor, 10 dollar chip, a safe bet that Jim was comfortable with which took the pot to 240 dollars. The next card was flipped, 2 of diamonds, useless.

One card was left to flip and it was then that something in Jim's strategy snapped along with the rustle of a girls skirt across the casino hall. "Hey gal... how 'bout you go buy me a drink or two huh?" Jim, cracked a smile at her as he tipped his chair to get a better look at her as she passed by. She turned back at him and said, "Hey boy you better keep your eyes on the game now."She returned the smile and left to get the drinks. Jim took her advice and focused on the game, it was his turn in fact, and everyone was looking at him. "Raise 60 or Fold?" said the dealer, "Huh?" Jim peered down at the last card, 9 of heart. "You know what. Ill take your offer my friend, I raise 150." The fat man snorted at Jim's beaming confidence, "Ill take you up on that Jimmy Boy." Dead Eye raised 100 more and chuckled," Dont be so quick now to lose your lunch money, boy." One man folded, the fat man raised 250 and so did another. Jim was on the blind and with 150 dollars left, raised 100 more. The pot was at 1000 near and the tension between the men was in sight. But Jim kept his attention to the girl that had yet to come with his drinks.

"Show your hands, gentlemen."
One man concluded with two pair of queens and ace's.
The fat man flipped over pocket 10's.
And then Dead Eye showed off, with an ace high straight and sat in his arrogance, victorious.
"Boy you best be taught before you play with men." he cackled at Jim.
And Jim with fury in his corner eye looked him straight in his rotten face and flew off his hands a full house of 9's and spoke, "Aint no one need no lesson, sir. I done learnt long ago."

 The girl came back just then with two fine beers in her hand, the dealer then said, "A formidable hand sir." Jim took his coin, his beer, and stood up from the table. "And your other beverage? She asked. "Im drunk as it is Red Lips, that ones for you." She looked at him astonished and before she could object, he took her by the waist and walked to the chip exchange.

George saw Jim and approached him, "That was amazing Jim! How much did you make?"
The man behind the counter counted out fifty 20's and five 50's.
"Enough to buy us a couple drinks and maybe some smokes." He smiled and then George asked," And who are you??" "Yes, my fine lady, what is your name?"
"Elizabeth."
"Well Eliza you can stay here attending rotten old men or you can come with us."
"And what exactly what would we do??'she asked.
"That my dear, is a question I don't know the answer to."
And the three of them walked out of the greasy tavern, out into the shining day, leaving behind them the past, the poison, but never the perils that come with life.

Mammal

 Mammal

Sometimes there's nothing to say. 

Sometimes there's a yearning to run away.

 Sometimes people die, but not every day.

I didnt know where I was going, or what I was doing. I didnt know if the darkness in the air would ever reveal itself or if the dank cloud in the sky would ever disappear. But I knew that I was alone in this forgotten trash can of a world. I come out of the soiling earth, out of the impeding shit, lost in zero space with no tolernace for anything. The anger rages everywhere, eviscerating the sky and managing the weak. I want to cry out into the windless night, howling out like a frenzied beast. Like a warped being, crushed by everything that is present. A savage, can I understand what that means? Foul like the melting suns decrepit paste. Beaming, like an entangling fixation to evil. I feel it, under the darkness, I feel it under my excuse. Under my disheveled hair, latching unto every pore of my body. Usurping me of everything, a nocturnal breach of the foundation.

And it isnt easy to defeat the breach, to overcome the besieged. But it is done in every step, in every movement. An ascetic performance shall crush everything.It is impossible to move in every direction, but I cant do anthing else. I am the forgotten burden of the family, the wasted energy of the creed, the last hope of a helpless cult. The unknowing arrogance that bewaits when everyone is asleep. The shriveling sadness and remorse that is left for no one. Leave, leave me. You cannot teach me, for I am the undivided anger, the spinning blades that will sharpen with time. The power in the sky unseen, the ravine under the planted tree. I am gods wit, lifted into falling things.

And why is there need for a breach? Was it brimming arrogance? Outstanding devotion? The pinnacle of my destruction. An undying love, for my own corruption. Destroy it, don't let it destroy you. Be the fear in the eyes of god, be the knowledge of your undying heart.

Because there will never be anyone, and when nobody is there, nobody was ever there. Nobody cares. There is no love in a scarce land of desecrated individuals. Accept that you are alone, and die in a fiery chaos, in a world swirling, chaotic, rubbing, frolic in hate, wait for Satan, for he comes.

 Or do not accept it, break free from your self, live the way you see fit. And there are no buts. You must accept it or die, die, die, die, you must die. You cannot force it, nor leave it alone, you cannot undo it or succumb. What has become of the Golden God? He has fallen. Fallen down from Angels touch. Because there is no more love. Writhe in hell, in consuming fissures of the vacant souls. In the underlings corner, from the grips of mayhem into the teeth of God.

From the grips of mayhem into to the teeth of God.

All planets are dead.

There is a defining end, that end is in my unrelenting hate. The crushing force that will smash everything noticed. A ruler of kingdoms, destined to release all human understanding into the wind.

And while I do want to destroy everything, I cannot. Because there is no power. And I should not, destroy individually. Because I will desotry myself. So I must destory my enemy, but when everyone is your enemy, who do you kill first?

Run with the Devil.

Kill them first.