First Train Home

• Hello there Alison! Welcome to the afterlife!

• Wow, what- what the…

• You don’t need to worry about anything! I will be your guide! You can call me Saint Peter! Or maybe Anubis! Would you prefer Charon? Since you were an agnostic in life, we don’t need to commit to anything specific, haha!

• Huh…ok? I think I already saw this movie somewhere doc…

• Oh! But of course, you folks always love to speculate and imagine what must be like in here. And that’s great! It will just make everything easier to digest for you!

• Uh…are you sure about that? There were like, a thousand different ideas for what’s “here” like, which one…

• All of them!

• …what?

• Yes! It’s like a buffet, feel free to choose! And you can always leave and go to any other! Anytime!

• Oh whoa, really?

• Yes! May I make a suggestion? Would you be interested in drinking and fighting all day long?

• A friend of mine would, but I will pass…

• Suit yourself! Well, how about The Eternal Garden? The Next Dimension? Kitty Puppy Land? You can go anywhere!

• Jeez, that’s- wait, did you just say “Kitty Puppy Land”?

• Oh that’s a classic! It’s exactly as you would expect, a land full of little cuties for you to hug!

• Aw, how nice.

• We just ask that you mind your step while there…

• Oh, because…gotcha, gotcha. Hold on…is Hell a thing?

• Naturally! Care for a visit?

• Why would I want to visit HELL?!

• It’s actually pretty popular, if I may say…do you by chance enjoy BDSM…or maybe some fetish?

• HOLY CRAP! Don’t say that! That’s NOT what that place is for!

• Well, err, I can understand the misconception…some things get lost in translation…but there are 9 circles you know! You don’t need to get into the hardcore stuff right off the bat! Or you may also enjoy Purgatory if teasing is your thing…

• I don’t…

• Yes?

• I might…take a stroll there…but before that, I have a question

• Ask anything you like!

• This whole choose-your-afterlife thing…is basically for eternity, right?

• For as long as you want!

• Yeah that’s the thing, don’t anyone ever get bored of it? After, you know…a time and forever…

• Oh, you can always go for the reincarnation plan and have another ride on Earth again! There’s always something new going on there, really. But I’m sure you already know that, haha!

• Haha. You know, speaking of going back, I would love seeing my grandma again, it’s been some time…

• Well, off to Earth you go then! You shall be reincarnated immediately!

• Wait! Will I see her? Do I keep my memories? How does all that work?

• Haha! Byee!

• Wait!-

*whoosh*

• …haha…oh boy…they keep asking more and more questions lately…this isn’t good…

Goddamn Joy

All the burning rage in the heart of those forsaken

Shows me just the way again to gain what once was taken!

Through the flashing light, with a thousand fangs and talons, claws

Is the eternal beast inside

Ravaging the walls tonight!

Frighten now in fear upon the hour of our anger!

Our blood will melt the steel of pain we must remember!

All the reasons, purposes, intentions, interventions

Crumble weakly in our might

Agonizingly will die!

And the ugly gates

The destiny unspoken

Cleansed in holiness

At last a sight unbroken

Finally the end

The thing which all was laid about

The crux that life can’t live without

The absolution all throughout

Brings ascension without mention, unimagined new invention

Outstanding great creation, journey and the destination

All the pain and laceration, scars that spawned from all across the nation

Are just bitch-ass trepidation

Can suck hard on my elation

The Human Ether

The mountain is everhigher

The ocean is everdeep

Much like in the chest, the heart

Of those who weep

In the distance we gaze upon

There's only an expansive vast

But those who walk, might one day cross it

At last

I may not be cradling your hand

And you cannot maybe see my woe

But otherwise our fates intertwine

In the soul

Of all, is or was

Such are we

Thank you for being

With me

Beneath the skin

In the ever-faded cloister of life itself

I find myself finding new cracks and dents

Who put them there? And what was their purpose?

Was it just to provide me new details to look at?

I speak these words, but my innermost mind knows the truth behind

The cloister is me, and the cracks are my sorrows

As time goes on, they make the structure less and less stable

In minute micro-fractures everyday, they slowly ruin the beautiful architecture

And the simple cracks and dents, so innocuous in appearance

Are in fact the seeds of death and destruction upon myself

...

Unless...

I intervene

Poopy Spoopy Spooky

Costumes, candies

Jack-o'-lanterns

These are the things that I love the most!

Spooky stories

Cobwebs, monsters

These are the things that I love the most!

Late-night streets

A shady stranger

Finds you alone

He reaches for his bag

You don't know what it is

He's walking towards you

You try to back away

The alley's a dead end

You press against the wall

He's slowly closing in

You look into his eyes

He's twitchy and insane

The darkness that fills inside his pupil just reminds you of the end!...

He opens up his hand

He offers candy corn

You take a single one

He slowly goes away

...

Sharing candy

Friendly strangers

These are the things that I love the most!

Fire

Fire

Fire through the day

Fire in the night

Shows me a way

Fire

Fire caught my soul

Fire still lingers

Shows me what I know

Fire

Fire in my sight

Fire is the purest

Shows me all that's right

Fire

Fire burned my wealth

Fire forged me promptly

Showed me who's myself

Burning Heart Beat

Blood and thunder! Clashing in the silence of the night!

The things I love, the things I know are all that make this right!

There is no one, just no one else, just destiny in sight!

And for all those who lie in vain, their words will be their blight!

There is no one, just no one else, just holy light tonight!

The things I know, the things I love are all that make this right!

So come on down, there's no one else, there's glory in our sight!

I hope you are right here with me so we can have this fight!

For all the things the ones I love the most in all my life!

Is fighting true, forever true and dancing with the strife!

A New Moon - Pg. 2

The leaves of the Eldest Forest ruffled. A druid, a long forgotten sight. The newborn adjusted finally to the new reality. She stood.

"What happens now?..." she inquired.

"Nothing. You simply searched for the gift of this place. And the gift I gave you". The blue spirit said that. Smiled. And vanished in plain sight. The druid was baffled. She wished to gain magic. To borrow on their powers, to use spells of the druids to defend the land and battle the monsters near her home. She never wanted to become one of them. What would that entail?

"Nothing" said a voice. From inside her mind. It was not her own, she was sure. This startled her.

"Who are you??" said her mentally, in hopes of an answer.

"Your druidic powers are just that, powers. Not responsibilities. The druids made this ritual to help those of noble souls in need. The powers were never hoarded. Simply, few souls were found worth it.". She stopped for a moment.

"Was I worth it?"

"Yes"

"And again, who are you?"

"The druidic conscience. I am no being or entity, simply a voice. A voice that speaks with the druid, when called."

"But I didn't call for you..."

"A non-druid would believe, yes."

She stood there. In silence.

"...I'm gonna go home" she said, turning to where she came from. She readied her machete, but once she upped her gaze to the bushes and vines, she realized the foliage instantly moved on it's own and opened a path. It was so forceful and precise, it was almost like the movement was somehow commanded. The druidic conscience spoke.

"This is only the beginning"

An Insect

The insect

Its many legs

It moves with the mechanics of a thousand tiny engines

Its destination is unknown

All it knows is the direction

The momentum carried by the internal impulses of its essence

Like an architecture of orders and non-orders laid down in the map of its inner meta cosmos

Just kidding

It's just an insect

The Impulse

   Darkness. Emptiness. Chains.

They held him. He gritted his teeth. He pulled. He exerted extreme force. He forced the chains. Their movement was already something. It made him feel alive, to see something could move. This abyss was not the deepest death, something could move. Something enough for hope. He forced more. Pain in his wrists. He couldn’t stop. It was not a matter of desire anymore. Of will. He had changed himself in these years of chained imprisonment. He had altered his self. His soul and his mind. To stop the struggle of freedom? Impossible now. It was now part of his being. In his eternity of the circumstance, his choice now defined the circumstance. To keep forcing the chains. To be free was now meaningless. In his impulse to give himself life…

the impulse became life itself.