You steal the darkness

Flashing a devious look, you follow me

Into the corridor

Your hand clasps the back of my neck

sweeping my hair aside

your teeth pierce my earlobe

your hands a meat hook in my thigh

you steal the darkness and force it deep in me

I can’t speak except to beg

I am full of gravity and splendor

and bend my will any direction you please with your every gust

When finally you leave,

I am a shrouded black puddle

waiting for someone to come along

and drink me up.

Published in: on October 31, 2008 at 2:12 am  Comments (2)  
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Movie Idea #2

So the timing is off on this one, but it still seems like a good movie idea to me, and this one didn’t come to me in my sleep.

There is a group of American Terrorists. (no I don’t always think of terrorists) They have different ideals than the rest of us, and are committed long term to their cause much like Extremist Muslim terrorists. They have other resources, technology and are willing to take it slow to get it right. They believe their cause is a noble one (Who wouldn’t? It helps one sleep at night) They have developed a toxin that has been injected into a committed member (hehe). He has received this toxin over time in gradual innoculating doses. He has a clean record, and behaves as an upstanding gentleman. He is the weapon. The victim is a female who happens to be running for president. Although she is married, and an ice cold bitch, she is in a staged marriage. It’s more for show than love. This gentleman courts her, and melts her ice cold heart with intent to “inject” his toxin into her. (you know how) Imagine scenes of his personal torment when during the years upon years while he is being innoculated and loaded with this toxin, that he is unable to be intimate with anybody. Although he may be tough, cold, calculating, committed to his cause, and cerebral about the whole thing, he is essentially human. Everything is going according to plan, and his mob of hi-tech cronies couldn’t be happier. He does get excited about the prospect of making love again. He actually gets to know the ice cold bitch in a way no one ever has, and although his mind struggles with his deep seated hatred for what she represents, who she is and what she does, he begins to fall for her. Of course none of his cronies realize this, because charming her is part of the plan. But now he is torn. If he makes love to her, she will die. If he offs his cronies, and tries to get with her, he will never be able to make love to her or anyone. EVER. He is a martyr after all. Also, she’s running to be the freakin’ president. He can’t just swoop in and be with her quite so easily. UNLESS she doesn’t win and slips out of the public’s eye. Is there a way to film someone who expresses that they are so fucked they look like their eyes are bugging out and their head will explode?

Here’s a fun idea. Suggest potential actors. Who would be the gentleman, and who the stone cold politician bitch?

Published in: on October 29, 2008 at 11:30 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Movie idea #1

This one came to me in a dream. It scares me that good ideas are possible in dreams, because, well, aren’t we all accustomed to things that don’t make sense while slumbering?

So here goes:

Al Qaeda has scientists on their payroll, who have discovered how to take microscopic atomic particles and launch them into the atmosphere. The particles hitch a ride with a particular weather system. At first the world is dumbfounded, but through time and a series of discoveries finds out that Al Qaeda did it. The particles swirl around with the jet stream and travel the globe affecting one region after the other. It leaves the vegatation and crops burned, people who are exposed get radiation or horrific skin burns. It takes years upon years for humankind to adjust, until mainstream science discovers a way to get rid of the problem. Many lives were lost in the process, many disfigured, and bouts of famine and panic ensued. What AlQaeda didn’t realize is that by assaulting the entire world’s population, it caused the people, who care to not to die for holy causes, the ability to come together and adapt to maintain life. Roofs were changed in material, different textiles, hats, clothes were adapted to repel the radiation. Sensitive groups had to remain in at all times during this ‘passover’, and hydroponics were the best way to keep feeding our population. To the weather person on the news, it became commonplace to report that the atomic jet stream is here again for it’s (how ever many times a year it came around) bi annual visit, and it would be indicated on the satellite map showing red streaks in the jet stream.  

I haven’t considered characters, dialogue, how it ends, or any of those important details. Just the concept. The thing with sci-fi and suspense movies/books is that, to act as filler, there always has to be some interpersonal drama or issue with the main character that is aside from the actual main point in the movie. I’d like to leave huge back story lines out of this and just use a series of random people as characters and describe the emotions and natural human nature that occurs when problems of this magnitude occur. If you want to write the book/screenplay, let me know. I’m too busy. But don’t steal my ideas. After all, this was a dream I had! I’ll work with you on it.

Published in: on October 29, 2008 at 8:56 am  Comments (1)  
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He was a good man… until she came along.

There is a song about a man who wanted to wed a beautiful woman, and keep his purity intact until their wedding night. She convinced him otherwise, and it tormented his now hell-bound soul. To rectify what she took from him, he offed her.

There's this song about a man who wanted to wed this beautiful girl while still in his purity. She convinced him otherwise and it tormented his now damned soul. So he offed her.

Published in: on October 29, 2008 at 8:39 am  Leave a Comment  
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On Core

You see no good in me
Yet you love me unconditionally
What do you get from me?
I’m horrible to the core and I hurt you more and more
What do you feel when you embrace
a disgrace?
I know I disappoint you
and you always tell me this.
If I disgust you to no end, why then, do we kiss?
You are no martyr, no savior
but I am a sinner for sure
So how can you love me?
I’m rotten to the core.
Published in: on October 28, 2008 at 11:55 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Solitary Exodus

Possibly trails led me this way

Scorching a path through my arms

Brazen and brassy

and lacking bracken

This desolate maze of hot sand

This searing, barren land

Has no gift at the end.

Published in: on October 28, 2008 at 11:33 pm  Comments (1)  

The sinner and the tease

I’ll get under your skin.
I’ll wear you thin. I’ll ask where you’ve been.
I won’t be satisfied
I’ll say you lied, that your hands should be tied.
Then I’ll disappear
after I whisper in your ear. You’ll grow, with fear.
Alone in the darkest room, you’re doomed and entombed.
I will never return
But together we yearned, and in time we’ll both burn.
Published in: on October 27, 2008 at 8:57 am  Comments (1)  
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A good thrashing

Thrashing about like someone with seizures from epilepsy,
but more, you know… sexy.
It’s love, with teeth, biting rope
a kiss a moan a grope
A scream shatters the air
pulled hair
nails running down a back
a smack
Thrashing around like a fish out of water
but you know… hotter
It’s passion with abuse
a caress, a thrust, a bruise
Slippery and reckless, yet controlled
to have and to hold
A sweaty intimate struggle
with a snuggle
Published in: on October 27, 2008 at 8:52 am  Leave a Comment  
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