As My Tears Run Red

Complete Me The wax has hardened Your image so pure May plan nearing the goal Now, I need your essence Be it hair, blood A tear Something to bring your likeness to life To me Long have I dreamt of holding you Fantasies held impossible Nightmares that challenged my resolve Everyday I would stare through the grotto Piercing silently into your world Wishing it was I on your shoulder Instead of that glistening feathered friend I want to share your laughter Feel your pain Penetrate your warmth The ecstasy   The bliss Yes, it is time to complete my plan This string will do The statue is ready My ritual at hand These candles burn to illuminate you Scorching forbidden pleasures into my soul Our journey finally in my sphere NEVAR UOY EVOL I Come to me NEVAR UOY EVOL I Complete me

Another one of my projects from my class... This one was a bit of a challenge as well, as it had to fit into a small area on a postcard. Magdalene, You will never believe what happened to me last night. Even now, my comprehension wavers. At first, my evening began as expected. I was cautiously transiting the hollow near the abandoned priory. The dreariness was oppressing, and yes before you ask, the mysterious history of the area populated my mind. I did not imagine this! I am not crazy! Believe me, when I tell you, I saw the dark shrouded figure along the side of the road, clambering on recess of the berm. The sheets of rain and hail pierced my Falcon; I could only imagine how the howling winds were battering him. I had to stop; lend assistance. As I crept toward the solemnly cloaked figure, the repressing atmosphere grew heavy; the temperature plummeted. There was no face! There was only lifeless shell of a man. I looked into the abyss and saw Hell.  I looked into the...

Feeding I stare off into the moonlight Searching for answers The keys to your heart The visions you provide are just Your dark path so secret So secure Alone, I must find my way With my eyes closed I can feel you enter Your beauty unequalled Across the sea, I hear your call Soft and gentle Piercing the night and my soul I call Reaching out with my mind My heart My soul I am your slave My mind, body, is yours Decisions are made Feelings of desire overwhelm Alone I sleep Staring at the rocking chair that is my heart The unknown Such an attraction My life must lie along a different path Or does it You call out again wanting to feed On my dreams On my desires On my soul My veins are ripe with life With thoughts of you Your beauty Your love Sunrise is near Our embrace delayed My eyes open Alone again

Streams of crimson appear in my soul My desolate heart craving more My pathway to reality far removed Pleasures turned to pain I look but cannot feel I touch but cannot see Emptiness engulfs my visage The despair tormenting my every thought With every heartbeat I want it more I want to dine upon the forbidden fruit Drink the plague-filled wine Yet, these desires cannot be real These feelings cannot exist Streams of crimson have pierced my soul My blackened heart beats no more My pathway to life removed

Lately, I have been suffering through some poetic writers block. This is frustrating, as I have been able to work through some other writing issues and this is the only one left. Here is a piece that came through as I attempt to work through this. Any feedback would be appreciated. The doors to my dominion were opened Unraveled by the despair I held dear My life, reduced to an empty canvas My heart, reduced to a blackened host I was lost, broken by a life once held near Shadow's of remorse haunt my every move Visions of beauty pierce my soul The taste of your flesh soon will be but a faded visage The forbidden fruit prophesized in scripture The revelation of my reality Will there be a rapture? Or will our eternity be plagued by the lies of the forsaken Worse, I will survive alone

Every night her struggles survive One fragile heart saddened by an unthinkable specter Her wish A faded memory staining the land Her fears A nightmare thrust upon the world 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 Many search the evergreens calling young Leeds Sweep into our dreams Comfort us with your soft whispers Let our destinies unite His presence reminds some of perfection Yet, to others, it is a vision of evil 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 go...

  Darkness surrounds us Opening the doorway to our desires Transporting us to a place where we can be Your touch a reality Your lips my sanctuary Our souls crying out for more Holding you, I feel complete One life under your spell Leading me to unknown pleasures of happiness Where your words softly echo my every thought Where your eyes ignite my passion Someday this darkness will fall Our destiny on display for all to see Yet, we will still be Our love The beauty The pleasure The sacredness I feel on your thighs In your arms In our hearts A life full of happiness Where our words can be spoken aloud, our passions real Where we can be together One heart One soul One life

  To me, you are more than beautiful You are balance The perfection of dreams The prophet of thoughts My muse in darkness I often silently watch your every move Contemplating thoughts of desire Subtle hints of lust The projections from deep within your bounds Craving your touch Plotting my next move Our next encounter Like the Marquis, I long to take pleasure in you To pleasure you Regardless of the forbidden pain it may inflict The deeds I imagine Only pale in comparison to your beauty To life An existence we already share Felt in the bond deep inside our souls Our hearts Come to me Constance Consummate our secrets Prey on my hunger Hold me close, I am waiting for you  

As I sit here recording my thoughts You have no idea, no inkling That soon I will be your unforgiven Not because of the truths you hide from Or a deed so heinous But, for the perception of betrayal you will imagine Acuity lost in your reality Not based in the facts we search Little will you realize that I am indeed right My motives just Instead, you will forgo reason The embers of your jealousy Igniting the flames of hatred So unjust Yet, somehow expected An undeserving finale From the beginning My heart and soul bled for you Standing up for the cause out of trust Desire for the equality you offered Now, all trust lost Desire now despair My mind as dormant as your heart My vision along another path To you, the problem is invisible Blinded by greed, makes it so Insecure with everything, everyone Scared, afraid to stand up to the smallest challenge Or criticism for that matter Do you live? Or are you just a pawn? From my perspective, neither! To me, you were an equal Now, nothing A ...

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 from the inferno 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 cravi...

After some time I finally picked up a copy of The Edward Ballister Project, a collaborative novel that I helped write a few years ago. While it had been some time since I visited the depths of this book, I was excited to finally discover the ending. As a collaborative project, I had only read up to my assigned chapter, and then left off at a point for the next writer to build upon. Let me say, this piece was darker than I imagined and I am honored to be a part of it.  The Edward Ballister Project is now available at amazon.com .  Pick up a copy of this great novel today! I wish that, as I was growing up, I had written down the memorable sweet evenings that passed in the night like a breeze through a downtown courtyard. But I did not. I wrote down nothing, only remembering the past through shoddy memories and the far-fetched recollections of others. As unimportant as that may seem to most, it is very important to me; I traded the sweet for the strange the day that I...

I remember leaving your house at dusk that fall night, with the eerie mist that surrounded us and the brisk winds that were howling through Appalachia etched into my mind. Our sins were weighing on my soul, these forbidden desires we harbor in this illicit secret union. I could still taste you on my lips, your soft pale flesh, so sweet, so luscious. My mind entranced by the I remember leaving your house at dusk that fall night, with the eerie mist that surrounded us and the brisk winds that were howling through Appalachia etched into my mind. Our sins were weighing on my soul, these forbidden desires we harbor in this illicit secret union. I could still taste you on my lips, your soft pale flesh, so sweet, so luscious. My mind entranced by the thoughts of your beauty, but my heart torn on the reality of the situation. I started up the summit with the Beautiful South streaming out of my Ipod; the soundtrack of my life filling my mind with remorse and regret. Our unholy bond in th...

Not far from the grotto There lies a tomb Run down and dilapidated It hides the secret well Through the cobwebs and decay This empty sepulcher cries out Hoping for the master to return It did not always lie this way He was here Or was he? The name on the stone The carvings on the wall So ornate Yet, unbecoming His greatness masked by the mystery His life marred by tragedy I was a child of 13 when I discovered it Much older when I deciphered it Even older when I understood it Or was I? The heir, I was not Just a bystander to the inept Jealousy and rage filled the air How could they ignore this grand monument? Him, for that matter Sure, this house lay dormant Only a faint whisper of the wind Not even the rat or the spider ventured near Or did they? My vigil, waiting for him was long Days of staring turned to weeks Weeks to months, months to years This candle burned The flame of my innocence turned to passion Truths understood The tears of my prayers...

Such a dark day in the world Leaders defiled The protectors destroyed in your name Not by the masses that follow But, from the hypocrisy of medieval royalty For what - your secrets? Jealousy? Fear? Maybe it was just their shame from following the false prophet The sinner who hid behind his disciples And worse, women and children Spouting lies of redemption Preaching abstinence instead of indulgence Creating turmoil in the perfect world Through it all, you stood tall These destroyers of forged faith were blind Failing to harness the power of your minions By creating a day of homage of their transgressions They granted you eternal life History crying tears of truths in your name You will never be forgotten You Baphomet, will live forever Like the Templar’s, your followers will bleed for you Carrying on the traditions past down by the strong Your enigma, a mystery to most A companion to some A day of fear to the meek That day is today, Friday the 13th

Today I stand Peering into dominion Searching for the pathway to your heart For years, I have waited Longing for your touch Hoping to explore the illicit boundaries When we last met The embers of jealousy turned to flame Partnerships to hatred Our identity lost Our existence no more Life is so different now I have changed My path no longer harbors light Only darkness Desires My heart remains empty though Longing for another sign A void only you could fill My fantasy, an impossible dream? Perhaps After all, I am only a memory now Your unforgiven

Shattered Slices of pleasure take a toll Alone you lay Tears of pleasure Cries of pain Hear the last gasp of sin? Scarlet streams line the walls Silent spectors enjoy the performance My altar is clear My soul whole My sins.... 

This is from Walking Before Dawn  (available for kindle or email me for a signed copy) and was also published by Whispering Spirits Magazine .   A lone tombstone Elisabeth Alone in the heart of this sanctuary Are you the one? The maiden we search for The Green Lady The legends vary Drowned in a swamp Taken by a scorned lover Satan's seductress I am here Alone Come to me Many have seen you walking Hitchhiking on the lone dirt road Traveling the downward spiral into the depths of stone Snap I take a picture A beautiful light shines clear Is that you? Unveil your vortex Open my blindness Let me share your story Symbols burnt into the earth surround you Did they succeed? Summoning you from your slumber Conjuring your restless spirit Flirting with an unknown evil If so, can I enter? I belong with you Come to me Silence Suddenly I see a figure Is it you dear? No Worse, it is legion These cloaked figures rise from the ashes Surrounding me They want my heart My soul My life They w...

This is going to be part of my zombie epic (if I ever get around to finishing it). Unfortunately, I am unsure which character is speaking to me with this one. I am sure I will figure it out in time... It haunts me in times of solitude A vague whisper of a dream I can almost remember The lingering warmth of a forgotten touch I sense it there, in the darkness In the quiet moments of times I can barely recall Resting on the limits of my reason It calls to me, urging me to cry out Only to have my voice echo into nothingness It is a history that was written in stone ages ago And every figure of it has faded away To leave me here to live in the shadow of a wraith A vision of what was and a lost wish of what may be I know it, and I know it is there It waits for me to discover it once more To unearth the secrets it holds and find myself Because without it I am but an undefined impression of possibilities It becomes me as I have always been a part of it A promise that has exi...

I just received an awesome email from Charlotte Gledson , a great writer and one of the editors of House of Horror Magazine notifying me that one of my submissions has been picked up for Issue #2, the Spring Break/Road Trip edition. I cannot wait to see it! Information on this quarterly print publication can be found at their webpage .

Roughly two years ago, I was honored to become part of a tremendous creative endeavor, The Edward Ballister Project. The idea was simple, bring different writers, with different styles and ideas together to create one nightmare. Finally, today, I got word of it finally going to print with Static Movement. What a day! Do you really want to know who I am? I think deep down, you already know... THE EDWARD BALLISTER PROJECT. IT'S UP TO YOU HOW THE STORY ENDS.... This project is to bring together a group of dedicated authors who are prepared to write a chapter each in order to create a phenomenal piece of dark fiction, resulting in a completed novel. Each author can take the story in any direction they wish, creating twists and turns to develop it into one of the the most exciting page turners in horror writing. Each author will have a different interpretation on the story, making this a unique experience for both writer and reader. Once the novel is complete it will be considered f...