As My Tears Run Red

When my day is over No tear will grace my eyes No blade will grace my hands The desolate haze will form again Visions of beauty giving way to darkness To the dim corridors echoing in my mind Another pill at hand My random heartbeat sustained Understanding at last, meanings long forgotten The moments that shaped forever The small circle is my savior Opening doorways to the unknown Spiral outtakes from beyond Gray monsters exit the gates Sanguine rain flowing down the thighs I struggle to separate realities Afraid to face the creatures Petrified to taste the blood Will the grand sea open to swallow my desolate despair? Angels fill the voids with laughter A demonic presence only meant to confuse An ideal intended for the weak Their pain permits eternal pleasure Like the thunder upon the mount Or the cross to the left Their anguish pacifying the illicit cravings of the flesh Their needle etching my veins Their whips enticing the lost The throne of light lay ahead Unborn temptations enter...

The windows should remain covered at all times A voice echoed in my mind Why? What secret did this house hold? I know something is there I could feel the presence As I peered into its soul The giggling, the laughter Almost chastising my every thought Do not worry about the statues The same voice called out Why? Was it not odd that these religious statues would just appear? Someone or something had to move them Could it be the same force I feel from afar? I guess it is possible The invisible entity at play Chanting scripture at my feet Do not let anyone else inside The stern voice grew louder Why? Even after 10 years, I dread opening the door I am sure I am unwanted A guest uninvited Just once I wish they would appear though These spirits My only friends Be careful what you wish for The last sound I remember For once, I discovered the grand entranceway alive The sun, setting through the stained glass Th...

His Legend Secure (as seen in  Realm of Horrotica ) Suddenly the message is clear Embers to ashes Day to night The tapestry falls silently into the ravine Spirits of the lost engulf this realm Their homecoming is near Ignite the torch Open the void Raise the dead Another victim will appear This night if foreign The angels have vanished The recluse lives The madams' parlor is full Her crystal reflecting every tear Her coffers bursting from remorse Silence befalls the guilty His hand grasps the knife Torturous exploits so refined Yet, horrific The blade slices her abdomen Mutilates the face Blood stained tears appear on the pillow Her soul in limbo Trophies line the library walls Trinkets of pleasure found in a ravenous rage The head of a lion The heart of a whore The flavor untouched The thrill unmatched The next victim on the corner Her perfume masks the disease The viral rot infesting her womb A ...

Even after listening to that tape for the umpteenth time, I cannot fathom what he was experiencing. It all seems so unreal, impossible, there is no way anyone could survive in that state, let alone be cognizant to what was happening. These creatures, there is no way that they could feel anything; they were undead, I think. Maybe I should say thought. In researching the events, I stumbled across some documentation involving the scientists that may be responsible for this outbreak. It seems as though they were conducting some apparently over-funded yet secretive experiments similar to the ones conducted at Montauk so many years ago. Ironically, the results, while similar, had a much deadlier outcome. Unfortunately, the agency that funded these organized torture sessions is not readily available, a fact that drives my research. The truth must be told. From one of the office files of the floating laboratory, I found this transcript. Now, I may never share how this document reached my h...

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I guess all of this work with the Lost Zombies projects has paid off... In all, I have finished one more chapter of my zombie epic. Here is another taste! Lost Alone My every step a mystery Only your scent draws me near Yet, you are nowhere These hours blur Cascading like the sands in a bottle of tears Only with every passing second my cravings mature It has been far too long since I tasted your womb Since your lips graced mine Now, our future is clouded by this plague So many things have changed So many lives have been impaled by the darkness By this growing hunger that drains our being That fuels every desire My skin My thoughts My veins All of who I was has gone All that remains is but walking flesh Lonely I stand Lost Alone Searching the horizon for one last embrace For one last chance to dine on your divinity

Creatures of the night surround us Romero laughs His diabolic vision of despair Of humor and laughter A misleading masterpiece for those willing to understand the genius Strangers unite Fighting a plague of humanity before they fall prey Victims, not innocent, but unforgiven of their sins Their cannibalistic nature striking fear in us all Not because of the sheer terror Or their horrific deeds But, for the primal nature lurking at our core The taste of flesh is as sweet as the fruit on the tree The lure the only difference Or is it? Instead of a snake in the garden We are persuaded by pleasure Carnal temptations leading us to flesh At the heart, the snake and the pleasures are equal These forbidden desires considered taboo So misunderstood that the thought alone often spawns remorse A lingering guilt that creates hatred And yes, these monsters for us to cheer The screens are full of surrealistic views of reality Where the zombies indulge in the carnal feasts we covet Where flesh and b...

Looking around, I can feel you near Your silent touch stroking my heart The soul that I long to share For so long that splendor has been Tempting fate with hints pleasure With visions of beauty With what can be How sweet you will taste In your arms, I feel complete Your moist lips touching mine Your soft hands so secure The rhythm of your heart flowing through my veins Echoing in my dreams Controlling my every move I have longed to feel you again To dive inside heaven and become one One life One heartbeat Our bodies exploring every inch Every crevice Our sweat drowning every fear Your shallow breath so pure So innocent Your curves guiding me through your maze Your ecstasy my pleasure Your love, our happiness

Tempting transgressions flow through my veins Opening doorways into my depths Allowing me to feel again Every possibility I cross, a lifetime yet to explore A truth left to discover Words of pleasure spiral from my mind My invisible desires in bloom My thoughts alive with cravings of things unsaid Of experiences undefined The fabric of my dreams littered with the unknown With anguish With laughter With you A heart so pure A love so complete So tangible that I cry thinking of your first breath The piercing pain of my loneliness runs deep At times almost unbearable Yet, everyday, my heart yearns for this journey to end For our new life to begin When the hell we are enduring will disappear That is, if we can survive

Our dreams are fleeting Leading us through a maze of unknown and delight Sometimes our only escape What would we do without these mirrors? Let our hearts and souls rot? Without dreams, we have no hope No goals to achieve Trapped in the inferno We would be an empty void Blind to the subconscious world that creates us For many they are active Memories of the avenues The parades The loves A humanity much greater than ours I would hate living in a world without dreams A fate worse than death My mirror is focused My dreams alive What about yours?

I actually broke down and started working on my poetic Zombie Epic again, hopefully, in time I will get motivated and finish it. The almighty spoke and the earth trembled Thou shall drive the infidels into the Chasm of Flame Their sins cleansed at the hand of the father The Great Beast opened his mouth at the base of the mount And laughed at their despair (Jehovah 7.28) My children… My flock… Behold the mighty beast His teeth glistening in sunlight, waiting for our offering The purification of the heretics is at hand We must show them the light The way of our father Look There are three nonbelievers at the mouth Look at their disregard for the Great Beast Praise god for allowing us the ability to watch their refinement To watch them repent at the hand of the father Their salvation lies before them Praise be, our congregation will grow Soon, we shall discover more sinners awaiting baptism along our path Their will broken by the deception of faith We must rise up and show them the ...

This is the awesome book trailer for the upcoming horror anthology I will be part of entitled, The Terror at Miskatonic Falls from Shroud Publishing . (Picture is a rough sketch of the cover, being worked on by Steven Gilberts)

I just found out that one of my works, Light of Day has been published in the newly launched online magazine The World of Myth  and a second poem His Legend Secure is published in a sister publication, the Realm of Horrotica . Swing by and check out that and all of the other great works inside.

The first five editions of the Jersey Devil Bottle Collection Project that I have been working on are finally listed at my Etsy page . The idea of this project is a bit unique, providing a way to recycle and clean the Pine Barrons at Leeds Point and promote the history of the land. I am sure most everyone has heard of the Jersey Devil, the winged creature that has been tormenting the Garden State and the Pine Barrons for almost Three centuries. This line of OOAK bottles was created to pay homage to this mysterious creature. Each bottle that is used as the base material of the sculpture has been discovered and rescued from Leeds Point, where in 1735 Mother Leeds gave birth to a 13th child, the famed Jersey Devil that escaped into the fabric of of Americana.

The raven sits on the corner Devouring flesh Removing sins long forgotten Embracing the world within its eyes A spiral tunnel filled wth red Streams of life cascade down the cliff The hopes of man die Fading inside a mind void of passion Craving only a heart blackened by night Blood stains the sidewalk Scarlet tears left by those lost Left by the victims of deceit Lovely death so pure A dark heart set free The savior moves on Another sacrifice complete

Something a bit different from me, written as part of a gift for my mother who was visiting this weekend. Somewhere beyond the vast horizon Across the violent seas or outside the Heavens above I take comfort in knowing you will be there For years, your presence was taken for granted Yet, behind the scenes you were there Waiting quietly with heartfelt love Simple feelings held deep within the meaning of a single word Within a life meant to shape everything known Everything that could be Within a Mother As the world outside changes and unseen enemies rise As families, grow older and distant phone calls become commonplace You persist steadfast and resolute Continuing to Shape the future generations as you have shaped your children And now continue to help shape your grandchildren Therefore in my heart and in the hearts of all you have touched By that cherished name you will endure You will forever be my and our Mother

Beloved darkness Open your arms and embrace my remains This haunting maze erased reality Destroyed my flesh Stole my soul I stumble as I wander through the night Searching for that sparkle of an eye That sanguine scent The delights felt in the gentle caress of our bodies near Or the satisfaction held in the pulsating veins Entice me with the pleasures of flesh With the sacred host of life Forever illuminating the flame of hope Beloved darkness Open the satin depths I call home The eternal warmth of love is leading me into temptation The scarlet river that harbors forever awaits

The man called to me Thou shall not waver through my garden Open the doorway before oblivion takes control My heart froze Depths of despair draw near Absolution wasted on the decadent My time is done The woman called to me Thou shall not waver through my forest Enter the fountain before misery takes control My soul mourns Drowning in the tears of sorrow Condolences shed for the meek My life is lost The child cried to me Thou shall not waver from my side Guide me through the darkness My eyes widen The brightness scorching my being Deceit fuels the inferno My meaning clear My voice resounds through the canyon to the man I will not waver through your land My path is free My heart is sound Forgive my trespass into divinity Echoes silenced by solitude My time awaits My voice reverberates through the horizon to the woman I will not waver through your dominion My vision focused My soul alive Forgive my transgressions into paradise Your fruit was too enticing My life will be My voice whi...

I entered the desolate cemetery searching for answers to the legends that have captivated generations. Your lone tombstone stands before me, Elisabeth, what is the secret you harbor alone in the heart of this sanctuary. Are you the one? The maiden we search for, the illustrious Green Lady. The legends vary, drowned in a swamp, taken by a scorned lover, Satan's seductress? I am here, alone, come to me. For years, I have read of your presence, dreaming of the day when we could be near. So many unknowing bystanders have seen you walking, hitchhiking on the lone dirt road that borders this empty graveyard. You were there, traveling the downward spiral into the depths of stone, they were afraid of your importance, your beauty. Suddenly, a beautiful light shines clear. Is that you, have you come to me? Unveil your vortex and open my blindness. Let me share your story with the masses. Strange, on the ground symbols are burnt into the earth surrounding you. Did they succeed in summonin...

I’d almost forgotten, though I’d tried to remember And I remembered that which I wish I’d forgotten The dark one walks upon the shore Truths whispered silently instead of the simple lie Casual words that mean less than naught The back of your hand would have pleased me Yet, the dagger brought unmatched pleasure The chains, the hooks, the blood You cradled me and let my lips caress your palm You failed to remind me of darkness held within my soul With it left unsaid, I had allowed myself to believe in the light I let myself fall sway to the forbidden pleasures of flesh The neck, the thigh, the back Red fingertips leading me astray A maze of strife lining the inferno Still, beauty lay upon the tip of your tongue Spoiling my every thought with a wisdom held deep within your bounds For a moment, I thought you cared I thought, I could feel it with every beat of your heart With every reflection of pain Silence echoes in my heart A deafening tribute to your genius To the ...

With my last blog being an update on my recent submissions, I have already received word on some of the submissions from the month. To date, The World of Myth  and Worlds Within - Worlds Beyond  have picked up material for publication. When you couple those acceptances with the ones from  Revenant Magazine  and Whispering Spirits , 2010 is off to an awesome first quarter. Now, if I can finish my epic, I would be set... The images remain so vivid Nightmares of hope consumed by remorse Amber eyes turning pale The black emerging from the gray A life shredded by the fabric that was Listening for the sounds of forgiveness In time, the remorse will turn to pain Emotions overtaken in solitude In loneliness Clarity arrives untouched A purity long forgotten by the masses Consumed by the greed entombed by the seven A knife slides across your throat The sadness empties from your veins You can live again Your baptism is complete Acceptance at last

While I have a great memory on most things, one thing that I suck at is remembering what and where I submit some of my writing and other dark musings. Now, I plan to make a change and actually track stuff. So, for February I made submissions to: The Horror Press The World of Myth The Smoking Poet Twisted Dreams Worlds Within - Worlds Beyond Hopefully, some of the submissions will payoff and I will get some more of my work out there.

Today the white mist overtook reality Drowning life with chilling darkness The red river ran deep Opening in the center of it all A heart now aches A body cannot feel Yet, the pleasures found in the tainted flesh blossom As the tears of loneliness build Waiting to cascade like a waterfall from barren eyes The heart beckons for warmth For protection from the unnerving storm that rages, still For that sweet caress, that soothes every thought On the inside, it remains whole The dagger only stole the emptiness held within the bounds One soul tasting the breaths of many Longing for freedom from the limits that bind That prey on the thoughts and feelings of men Of women whose depths linger long after decay Where the softness of bodies entwined is a reality Where the passion felt in every kiss may last forever Where forever can be held outside a coffer Eyes wandering through the emptiness of the silk The loneliness felt inside the scarlet shroud Hoping to catch just a glimpse of brightness ...

The fragile one rises Speaking volumes with the silence Projecting visions into the emptiness Destroying hope A lone world out of touch Lost in the spiraling masses of descent Two bodies make one Darkness draws near Reality cries out The fragile one screams Another day ends

Looking around, I can feel you near Your silent touch stroking my heart Your glowing eyes piercing my mind What are you? For so long your splendor has been a mystery Tempting fate with hints pleasure With visions of torture Will I be the next? How sweet you must taste The beautiful red cascading down your lips Satisfaction climbing every peak When can I feel? I await your entrance My eternal staircase fluttering The echoes in my dreams cannot compare Who are you? The darkness falls Innocence drowning in the scarlet pool Fading breaths so pure You are freedom

After eating some of the great Blob cake that Brenda made me for my birthday, I started to think back to Blobfest  and the interesting day we spent in Pheonixville, home of the Blob. Last year as part of the the 10th Anniversary Blobfest, they had a short film script-writing contest to offset their short film contest. As a writer it was a challenge to in 500 words or less, create the missing scene from The Blob. If you are familiar with the movie, this would be about what happened in the bar on Second Street that is talked about in the movie but never shown. In scene 240, Sgt. Burt recounts how he stopped at the Second Street bar while making his rounds, finding no one there. Also, when two of the teens stop in another bar to help rally the town against the monster, the bartender tells them about some excitement at the Second Street bar earlier that night. While my entry did not win, I held my head high as it was the first screenplay of any type that I finished. ...

When my day is over No tear will grace my eyes No blade will grace my hands The desolate haze will form again Visions of beauty giving way to darkness To the dim corridors echoing in my mind Another pill at hand My random heartbeat sustained Understanding at last, meanings long forgotten The moments that shaped forever The small circle is my savior Opening doorways to the unknown Spiral outtakes from beyond Gray monsters exit the gates Sanguine rain flowing down the thighs I struggle to separate realities Afraid to face the creatures Petrified to taste the blood Will the grand sea open to swallow my desolate despair? Angels fill the voids with laughter A demonic presence only meant to confuse An ideal intended for the weak Their pain permits eternal pleasure Like the thunder upon the mount Or the cross to the left Their anguish pacifying the illicit cravings of the flesh Their needle etching my veins Their whips enticing the lost The throne of light lay ahead Unborn temptations enter...

With all of the snow that has been blanketing us here in New Jersey, I was able to complete the first three Jersey Devil bottles. While, these differ from the prototype that made a frame to display my poem, The Devil Endures, they all have something different and unique in their make-up.  To me, these bottles, collected during a NJ Devil hunt in November 2009, are now a great token to remind people of what lurks in the Pine Barrons. The first bottle completed is decorated by liquid latex and has a horse-like or Baphomet-like head. The quote, "An unwanted son, Waiting quietly to pierce the darkness, Surviving to fracture the boundaries of reality, The cloven hooves, The chilling howl, Echoes of time not forgotten," from the poem The Devil Endures lines the front. The second bottle created has a rockabilly-like feel  and has a rendition of the classic Jersey Devil picture on  the fron with the famed quote from Mrs. Leeds, " If I have a...

Just found out that my poem Elisabeth, loosely based on the haunting at the Green Lady Cemetery has been picked up for publication in the April Issue of Whispering Spirits .

The great archfiend spoke Today we begin a new path A new world Not for the ordinary Not for the plain But, for the chosen ones Outcasts to some Feared by all I am your guide on this sacred journey Anno Satanas has begun Lord of light Lead us through the trying times Open your gates We are ready to receive you Before the idols we stand Preparing for communion Holding the dreams Vision Desires That makes us your disciples Together we unite To thrust the meek into the great chasm Leaders of the new generation of intolerance Respected in our communities Yet, imposing to the masses We speak of realities Unlike the blind populace We follow truths Not the archaic ramblings of the fabricated messiah We are all

Safe at last At least for the moment I am not sure for how long Or what we are up against Yet, the sanctity of this place sooths me Drowning the ghastly visions from my mind The house is dark Hopefully, it remains secure Only four of us survive Natalie failed to make it Her body defiled by the fowl demons that hunt us I remember the anguish in her eyes as she fell An anguish that turned to terror as they penetrated her voids The blood only seemed to invigorate them That and the oozing grey Are we the only ones? We can’t be Somewhere, someone else must be alive What could have caused the horrific torture? Created these maggot infested fiends The hands on the clock grow weary We can only last a little longer Our ammunition disappears with every passing second Luckily, we found their fatal flaw Ironic that their cravings mirror their demise Hurry board the windows I can hear them in the distance Their moans pierce the stillness of our surroundings Coming forth to exact their revenge ...

The faithful stand tall waiting for your arrival Even though their past sacrifices have only delivered misery Their pilgrimage for naught Subtle mysteries of collapse line the great hall Their chosen despised Immortality out of reach Another season has passed Another attempt at hand Will this be the one? The minions march to the cathedral has begun Their rhythmic chants echoing through the sky Filling the corridors with despair The sacrificial lamb is here Her beauty unmatched Her destiny unknown Candles burn upon the altar illuminating every curve Reflecting every bead Rivers of sweat stream down her back Shallow sounds of pleasure crack the haze The black prince one with the light Shadowy outlines tease the senses Tenderness felt in their movements Cries of her pain drown the flames Her fervor apparent The implements are in place Golden chalices catch the blood Screams pierce the soul The dagger runs deep severing the cord Anticipation builds among the m...

Alone in my room My dreams, my wilderness An ongoing battle with the unknown Stalking my every move Do you want to see? Arise, from this hallowed ground Take on the world Devils and Demons Men and Women Boys and Girls Searching for the truth Feel my hunger That illicit craving for flesh For blood For life The hunger grows You try to pull out You are stuck Caught up in a fight for your life With yourself, with your demons I can only watch As the night grows darker You see a dim light Your paradise at hand Lives flash Bodies connect Together at last The pain, the ecstasy A forbidden communion My darkest desire My minds close

I remember standing above you Playing witness to your pain How could you endure? The misery frozen in your eyes Beautiful daggers of despair that haunt me still The tranquility of the night echoes within me A surreal nightmare that will never end My heart cries out when I am alone Yet, I must silence the anguish Our secret must remain safe Or your sacrifice will be for naught At times, the remorse challenges my resolve Slicing through my soul Filling my void with darkness An unexplainable emptiness that wears on my façade Shredding the fabric of what was Destroying what could have been Or sadly, should have been The images remain so vivid A spiraling visage of my hopelessness The knife sliding across your throat The river of sadness that flowed from your veins The lone tear drying on your pale skin Although I am older now, my tears will never dry Just as my life will never be the same Our love was my foundation Shaping all that I was Who I am What I have become Deep inside the turmo...

Through the dying moonlight he appears Secret no more Death shudders The gates will open at six A pilgrimage awaits acceptance Their paths unknown, their crimes unforgiven Except for her The pale, naked beauty in front Entrancing the mass Angering the gods Her crimes meaningless to the righteous Their self deceit blinding them of the genius Soon, redemption will show the way The embers are lighted Her stake stands erect From the darkness, an angel appeared Tormenting the siren with flames of Dante Repent Repent and be saved The gathering tightens the noose Impales her upon the altar Gazing across the horizon, she cries out The flames caressing her subtle breast Her soul alive again At last, the baptism is complete The contract etched in stone Marking forever with her ashes The congregation falls silent The lord of darkness shares his embrace Welcoming one and all into his kingdom Their sacrifice was just His cravings fulfilled

The unknown regions of love The helpless feelings of life My desolate heart cries out Desires Trust Passages of unknown meaning I am helpless I come I run I hide Slowly time crawls Alone in the abyss I wonder Trapped in solitude You fill my head with love Desires Trust I reach for you The pain of reality takes hold Misunderstood Look Around Feel the unsettling persona? Hopeless Fear surrounds me Can you hear the clock? I can Tick-tock, tick-tock The pulse of the unknown What is out there? Or is it in my head The pain covers everything Trembling You’re gone I am alone again Who am I? A bitter taste touches my lips A hand takes my sight I can’t move Screams fill the air Can you hear me? Gone The darkness is here I am lost

11:00 Another body falls This strange infection continues to grow Surrounding our every move Look, in the corner Such a ghastly sight Those red eyes filled with sorrow That festering decay of the green death His body ravaged How can he exist? Who would want to live that way? Stealthily, I maintain my distance I will not fall prey to this vile demon The rot will not overtake me Turning the corner I see even more victims Carousing throughout the corridor The infestation searching for hosts like zombies for brains Only a few of us remain strong on this funeral barge Defying the poisonous torture How much longer can we survive on this floating prison? Our friends destroyed Our search for the cure must continue 11:30 Another man falls No one is safe Our lives ruined All hope lost!