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Sunday, February 28, 2010

February Submissions

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.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Feed Your Hunger



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 again
It has been far too long since this pain took hold
Since the blade removed the heart
Cry out and profess the feelings of despair
Grasp at the feelings of loss
Feel the surroundings
Feed your hunger
Join us


Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Fragile



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

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Freedom














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

Saturday, February 20, 2010

My First Short Film Script - (The Missing Scene From The Blob)


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.
 
Here is the Script:
 
239A. CAMERA PANS PAST HARLEY JOHNSON BEHIND THE BAR AND DOLLIES IN ON MARTY WATSON AND THE  DEER TROPHY HANGING ON THE WALL ABOVE THE JUKEBOX.

TIGHT TWO SHOT MARTY AND THE DEER FAVORING MARTY (IN A JOVIAL MOOD).

MARTY: (TO HARLEY) it’s about time for a hunting trip. I was talking about it earlier at work, some of the guys are heading out this weekend. Buddy up here on the wall could use a friend.

HARLEY: (STOCKING GLASSES BEHIND BAR) Yeah, it has been a while. I remember the trip when we bagged that one.

MARTY: That was a cold one… The wife still reminds me of how sick I got when we came back. I’d readily do it again though; it’s about time to get away.

HARLEY: Same here, though, Ida would just prefer me saying around town, playing bridge or attending the gardening club meetings. Ever since Bobby left for college, it has been the same thing.

MARTY: I miss those trips with Bobby and Joe. What is Bobby up to these days?

HARLEY: Bobby is good, studying medicine, wants to be a doc. He says, everyone gets sick and there is a fortune to be made in medicine. I hope he is right; this education is costing me a fortune. So, give me a big tip tonight (LAUGHS).

MARTY: (STILL LOOKING AT DEER) Sure thing buddy. I wonder if we can get ol’ Joe to join us. I haven’t seen him since he moved up into the hills after his wife was killed on the highway.

HARLEY: Yeah, he took that hard. It has been almost two years now. No one has really seen him. Say… I have Monday off, let’s go up Old North Road, find him and make plans.

MARTY: Sounds great, just like old times.

CAMERA PANS TO THE EDGE OF THE BAR AND SHOWS THE BLOB CREEPING TOWARD HARLEY.

HARLEY: (PLACING WHISKEY BOTTLE ON BAR) I can pick you up around 4… What the… (DROPS BOTTLE – SHATTERS) Marty!

MARTY: (TURING TOWARD BAR) What is going on over there? HARLEY… You there? Harley stop fooling around, you think you are one of those kids? Kids these days, HARLEY!

CAMERA PANS WITH MARTY TOWARD EMPTY BAR WITH SHATTERED BOTTLE ON TOP. SCREAMS CONTINUE TO EMINATE FROM BEHIND.

MARTY: (CAMERA PANS WITH HIM AS HE MOVES TOWARD BROKEN BOTTLE) Harley… You… OK… Harley.

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT OF CHARLIE AT BAR PEERING OVER TO SEE WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HARLEY.

MARTY: (STARTLED, OVERTAKEN BY FRIGHT) HARLEY! MONSTER! (BACKPEDDLING INTO TABLE) Oh God, what the—M—M--MONSTER!

Panicked and in shock, CAMERA TRUCKS WITH HIM REVEALING CREATURE MOVING OVER BAR TOWARD HIM.

MARTY: (SHAKING AND SCARED) MONSTER! I must Warn everyone, HARLEY! (TURNING AND RUNNING TOWARD DOOR – CAMERA TRUCKS WITH HIM) HELP! Mon--monster--MONSTER!

WIDE ANGLE FROM BAR UP STREET TOWARDS STOPLIGHT FOLLOWING MARTY AS HE IS RUNNING AWAY.

MARTY: (RUNNING, LOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDER BACK TOWARD BAR) MONSTER! HELP ME! NO… Dead, Harley’s dead… Mon--monster--MONSTER!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Spiral Outtakes From Beyond



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 entering the soul
My tomb waits
My coffin stands
My day begins

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

First Batch of Jersey Devil Bottles Complete and Available.



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 13th child, may it be the devil," one the back.





The final bottle completed today is a bit different with the addition of wings to a more human-like facial structure. On the front, the quote, "Every night he struggles with the loneliness, His mind wandering the pathways that will be, Hoping to find the love of a mother lost, Or a life never shared, His torment, in this world we now share, Within the reeds he calls home, Myth or legend, Devil or angel, Forever he will survive, A lone link to days of yore, A dark shadow in the fabric of the whispering pines, Following his golden spiral of life," from the poem The Devil Endures on the front.

These one-of-a-kind statues will soon be available for $10.00 (plus shipping) at the Scarlet Circus page on Etsy or by emailing me.

Elisabeth to be published in Whispering Spirits


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.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

We Are All


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

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Light of Day (From the Zombie Epic)


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
To feast on our souls
To prey on our minds
The shots continue to ring through
Only eight bullets remain
There must be another way to stop them
Scurry to the basement
They cannot reach us there
Can they?
We must not panic, the silence is our friend
Our only hope if we wish to survive this nightmare
To again see the light of day


Monday, February 8, 2010

The Faithful



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 mass
Salvation from her flesh
Her agony defining prophecy
Alas a savior?
Solemn tears grace the Madonna
The wounds of stigmata appear on the devious
Torment laughs
Failure reigns

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Arise


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

Friday, February 5, 2010

Should Have



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 faƧade
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 turmoil rages
Surrounded by my penitence and sorrow
I am lost without you, without your touch
I often wonder if you will forgive me when we meet again
Why was it my hand on the knife?
Why was I afraid of the pain?
Questions that remain a just punishment for my failure
A life sentence of desolation
My hurt for knowing I should have joined you

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Forever in the Ashes



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

Monday, February 1, 2010

Lost


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