The Seductive Vampire

Through those aged stone walls she moves

her tongue licks the remains of her previous victim from her lips

she flicks her hair back and graciously parades the castle halls

... the butler is the accomplice luring those young men to the estate

promises of glorious parties and sexual women

she waits like a hissing viper in the shadow

as the clock strikes midnight and her feast is awaiting her arrival

her hands guide him to a room darkened

candles lustfully light her dark spirit

until he is unarmed

undressed

and she ravages his neck

consuming his arterial flow

he is lifeless

she is possessive

and so the clean up began a naughty treat

now she wonders, who else will she get to meet...

Hi Everyone 🌟

Hi all you wonderful followers! I hope you are having a good productive start to the new month.

May I ask, how are you all?

I am okay, but I feel like I am surviving at the moment rather than thriving. I guess this has been the case for some time. Finishing the novella Beach Town: Survivors was a boost though. But I need to complete editing it and then publish it here for you all to read. I wrote it fairly quickly. You can read the ‘blurb’ or back cover here 👇 any feedback welcomed, or general thoughts on any aspect. If you just want to know a little more, then ask!

So life seems to be continually spinning around and passing by. They say the older you are, the quicker time passes. It feels faster over the last few years, probably because of everything going on.

Now onto something both ridiculous, and offensive: 👇 (I am not associated with these messages, the phone or anything else in this screenshot).

I want to know what led to this conversation. Sounds like the guy is the one in the wrong, but we don’t know what the woman said before this, so is quite possible she led him on in some way. Anyway, hilarious comments ensued such as ‘smooth talker,’ and ‘he’s keen.’

Gossiping around the kitchen table. Tastes like melon salad. ‘Gimme the sugar baby.’ I’m sure you’ll all feel well when you start eating smart tablets. Please remember to fold your tray in the upright position in the event of a crash landing.

I welcome any thoughts on the above messages. I found it both disturbing and funny, in the sense that I could not tell if this was serious. Maybe they are just pulling our legs? I’ll end of a free style poem;

Bold 🌟

The inner light

outer dark

rounded and most efficient

altered states

the closed gates

distrust, betrayal

Viking

Days when the axe cost more than the bread

bread ate by fearful citizens

of a baron land

seas filled with ships of destruction

destroy settlement and lambs

murder innocent children

fill their hands with the flesh of their enemies

this is past

but we are the future. 

Sand in My Eyes

Now we were not always like a ring fitting so comfortably on anothers finger

or a sun shining through clouds on a mild spring day

there were echoes of your pain inflicted onto me

my intentions pure and like honey

you stole my honey and you drained my will

just so you could take a big paper payment 'bill'

money always meant more to you

and I was feeling

because what I felt was real, even if you didn't

seeing that you are a deliberate choke

imagining that you had the killing joke

but my heart had to overcome your deceit

know this you sugar coated thorn bush

even with the threat of death, I would not have succumbed to this

even with God not answering my calls, I would not have ever fallen

you know the damage and you left it unfinished

apologies that flew like pigs

a hand that I knew, hid in the mist

I'm not crying, I have sand in my eyes.


Please consider reading ‘Your Eyes’ published in 2020.


If by Rudyard Kipling (really inspirational)

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Blood on my feet

You spin and spin

the room is the lustful gain of sin

tilt your head and the lights go blind

move your body and you're inside my mind

chasing a ghost around an open floor

pushing your bare hips against that stone wall

slitting your throat at the ball

no more nice games

... and no more amour. 

Predicting The Unpredictable

Now I have begun to wonder 

If you are the night that stalks my day

or the liquid vile that casts a shadow on my way

Just a fleeting wave upon the shore

Or a large hug at my door

I see into the world

A stagnant unreliable prediction

I see in the world

unpredictable.

Perception

Eyes that see,
a brain that interprets,
sensing waves,
spinning sensation,
my body lies,
I am alive,
not in good stead,
pacing around the room,
missing you and me on the moon.

A hidden veil,
thinly dangles in front of our eyes,
floats in the wind,
glistens in the mist,
hides in the sun,
rides our every desire.

An occult game,
trying to train the brain,
to remain the same,
so we remain,
in this nightmare,
again,
and again.

Seek On

The Lost

Addition,

Sublimation,

Accreditation.

……………………………………………………….

Long lost on those days that were your life,

Hanging on by a thread,

Weaving around your head,

If only the days hadn’t burned to fire,

And that night was all but out of denial,

Don’t forget to fall into oblivion.

……………………………………………………….

Take up arms,

Slowly approach the door,

Peek inside,

At the ready,

Burn into dust,

Churn into ashes,

Blast into affinity,

All but infinity,

All but your eternal sunshine,

Take up arms,

Steadfast,

Grasp the sword,

Hastily charged,

Ready,

Smoke into fire,

Raindrops into sea,

Eyes into darkness,

Light onto the night sky,

Soul embers spark divine seeded path.

………………………………………………………

The addition to your life was a distraction,

A soaring bird in the deserts eye,

A subliminal message to you and I,

Seek up your arms,

Don’t turn back,

Find a way,

No more distraction,

Only endless contractions.

………………………………………………………

The Found

Chariots are wasted,

Battlefields all empty,

Chaos extinguished,

Blanket of fog and death encumbering load,

But they found a way,

Life led the way,

Angels guided their way,

Into the sea,

……………………………………………………..

Beautiful blue sky,

Open sunshine burning down on my mind,

Battle is won,

Bad deed is now done,

But what have we really won?

Another deleterious conundrum,

If you could have undone,

Who would you have become?

…………………………………………………….

Soldier rises from the mud,

Armour torched and tossed to the deep and forgotten,

Laid and bare in the toxic air,

He weeps and laughs and cheers,

He was only there,

But for a moment,

For a lifetime.

………………………………………………….

The Immortal

Smooth sailing from here,

Trouble free giving from here,

Onwards and upwards they go,

From the heart of darkness to the soul of light,

Thrashing waves,

Giant monsters,

Dark clouds and silver linings,

What is done can’t be undone,

Life will sort and conquer,

Fear not your justice will be served shortly,

…………………………………………………

Trapped and alone,

Stranded and cut off,

Mourning and pissed off,

They straddle the sands,

Climb the rocks,

Evade the devil,

Ghouls and regret clambering on their backs,

Guess who is back!

…………………………………………………

Faceless warriors,

Heartless heroes,

Soulless leaders,

Spineless cowards,

Sinking deeper into natural environment,

Charred by fuel and meat,

Can’t touch the ground with their feet,

Wonder what all they would do if they could see,

Too much to give and not enough to seek,

Watch my words repeat,

Kind of neat,

But careful now,

The storm is raging south,

Coming up to kill,

Whirling to equal,

Boiling to put down,

And they are there,

The immortal,

Fearless men of others lie,

Plumbed for deceit and denial,

Wanting not what awaits inside.