As My Tears Run Red

Now that I am totally rewriting my zombie epic, it seems as though I have a lot of extra poetic verse that will not be making it into the project. While in some ways this is a bit disappointing, it definitely gives me a lot of stuff that I can post on here. Please give this a look, any and all feedback will be appreciated. Who are you, my vision of beauty? You still seem so familiar to me I feel as if I can sense your every move Experience your every fear I can see you standing there Trembling at the horrid sight before you Did one of my brothers do that? Do I need to ask? Alas, the bridge to the promised land Our union… Our destiny… Our reality ahead I saw this in one of your dreams dear The yellow towers rising from the depths of the rapids The dark mouth opening ahead of me It is just as you described… It is perfect Where are you taking me? Why am I following you? There it is again… My hunger Others must be closing in I must… I must...

The boulevard at last, we have finally made it through the city; our salvation lies ahead. I think we are safe for the moment. At least, we are as safe as we can be in this plagued nightmare. We should stop and rest; there are no signs of those beasts anywhere and we will need all of our energy to make it out of the city. If my calculations are correct, we have about two miles until we hit the bridge and nine miles to our sanctuary. We do not have long though. Our pheromones make us tempting entrées out here in the open. I still cannot believe how the immunization has mutated; it never should have caused this type of reaction. I swear we are living in some type of butterfly effect. Damn, I wish I had brought a gun. Yes, these vile beasts can be can be killed at close range with a targeted blow to the head, but I would still prefer to distance myself from them. Are you about ready to move again?             Great,...

“ The skulls, not the skull, th-th-they are eating him!”              “ What George, no way!”  John said, “ They must be mutating… We must find a lab!”              “I do not know about you, but any type of shelter would be perfect right now, ” Richard said.              “ Oh God, they are sharing him; engulfing him ,” George sobbed. “ Those maggot lovers are drinking his blood!”             The revolting sea was indeed devouring him; his screams for assistance drowned by the disturbing sound of his meat being torn apart. They tore him limb from limb until his divine grey was unveiled for the mass. They were fighting each other off for a chance at one piece of his delicious meat. His last chance of survival snuffed out by a single bad decision. What was the world coming to?      ...

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...

Now that our beauty is relatively safe, I guess we should venture into the cathedral again. I think it is time for Saint Peter to stand before us and preach his gospel. Wow, Saint Peter, I wonder where that name came from for this? Maybe it is because of my love for the writings of the great prophets like Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce or Saint Malachi. Yeah, it must be Saint Malachi. In his teachings, Peter the Roman is supposed to rise to power and become the final pope, causing great turmoil across the land. Ironically, similar to the uprising spawned by this clergy member.    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...

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...

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...

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

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 ...

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 ...

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!