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Av Christian - 5 augusti 2010 14:38

(Fåniga nödrim och bristande rytm...
men jag orkar inte vara seriös hela tiden)


For us who wear the deepest black
each day is Halloween
and though we  look like vamps and ghouls
´tis nothing like it seems

Cause we´re the Children of the Night
each funerals´ favourite guests
You may think we are scary & you call us wierd
but of your own looks we´re not that impressed.

Exquisitely clothed in darkness, like a second skin
of velvet and of PVC, of leather and of lace;
escaping the terrible daylight hours
half-asleep in a drunken haze

The evil sun it hurts our kohl-rimmed eyes
for the daylight we´re to pretty and pure;
so we hide in the shadows with music and wine
drinking and singing along to The Cure...

Av Christian - 3 augusti 2010 14:38

Would you dance with me
in this, the Theatre of Illusions End
on naked feet, slowly moving
over the crystalline shards
of vanitys broken mirrors
shattered by hope long since abandoned?

Would you walk with me

through this, the Museum of Forgotten Promises
with open eyes, forced to watch
bereft the armour of deceit
born of holy books
and the words of false prophets?

Would you dream with me

here, in the chiaroscural world beyond the Wall of Sleep
our spirits joining, dissolving to become One
lulled into complancency
by penumbral angels
playing in a shadowlike orchestra?

Av Christian - 31 juli 2010 15:39

(Det har tagit ett år, men nu tror jag att det här är avslutat... ... så vida inte min musa får för sig att det här bara är slutet på första kapitlet.) ----------------------------------------------------

Seeking Refuge, part 3

Ever since all this started
that has been the sum
and the substance
of our existance

I say “existance”
for life it is not.
Not since that
the darkest of days
When the dead returned
to that particular state
of being

The dead came back
and we;
we changed.

Refugees always change
and seldom to the better
 - history teaches us that -
but none of us could know
just how great
that change
would be

It did not take long
before most of us
who remained
became something else;
something less than human.


As if the dead
feeding on the livning
was not bad enough,
desperation soon forced mankind
into the very same
atrocities of survival
simply to find sustenance
all while running
seeking refuge


One might think
in a world this big
such small a thing as refuge
would easily be found

But no.
the world as we know it now
may be big
but also,
like never before,

With the dead walking
quiet but ravenous
 - their hunger all-consuming -
the rest of the world
into silence.

This is the first time
since all this began.
“As quiet as  the grave”
The phrase comes unbidden.
and brings a most unusual smile
to the face of a man

Seeking refuge.

Av Christian - 24 juli 2010 15:16

[Gammal text, men uppdaterad & ska avslutas å det snaraste]

Your were the perfect drug for me
the one that kept me safe and sound
Your body and soul were like made to be mine
- Now lost, and no more to be found

Your touch was opium for my pain
in  poppy-fields we spent our nights
I´m silent now, awash in tears
- No flowers left, no one to hold me tight

Your words the methedrine that kept me
going when my strength was gone;
from making love or fighting nightmares
- Now I´m out cold, and can´t hold on.

Av Christian - 16 juli 2010 14:41

LIte dåligt med kreativitet på skriv-fronten på sistone, så jag är istället storsint och delar med mig av lite livsvisdom från Schlock Mercernary, och ger er

"The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates"

  • Rule #1: Pillage, then burn.
  • Rule #2: A Sergeant in motion outranks a Lieutenant who doesn't know what's going on.
  • Rule #3: An ordnance technician at a dead run outranks EVERYBODY.
  • Rule #4: Close air support covereth a multitude of sins.
  • Rule #5: Close air support and friendly fire should be easier to tell apart.
  • Rule #6: If violence wasn't your last resort, you failed to resort to enough of it.
  • Rule #8: Mockery and derision have their place. Usually, it's on the far side of the airlock.
  • Rule #9: Never turn your back on an enemy.
  • Rule #10: Sometimes the only way out is through...through the hull
  • Rule #11: Everything is air-droppable at least once
  • Rule #12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head.
  • Rule #13: Do unto others.
  • Rule #16: Your name is in the mouth of others: be sure it has teeth.
  • Rule #27: Don't be afraid to be the first to resort to violence.
  • Rule #29: The enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy, no more, no less.
  • Rule #30: A little trust goes a long way. The less you use, the further you'll go.
  • Rule #31: Only cheaters prosper.
  • Rule #34: If you're leaving scorch-marks, you need a bigger gun.
  • Rule #35: That which does not kill you has made a tactical error.
  • Rule #36: When the going gets tough, the tough call for close air support.
  • Rule #37: There is no "overkill". There is only "open fire" and "I need to reload
Av Christian - 30 juni 2010 15:08

Ok, nu räcker det! 

Jag är på alla sätt -för- att testa på frivilliga personer mediciner som kan komma att bekämpa idag obotliga sjukdomar, och jag är likaså för att varje vuxen, fullt medveten människa bestämmer över sin egen kropp... men det här?

Läkare som experimenterar - med icke godkända droger - på gravida kvinnor, för att minimera "risken" att barnet skulle råka ut för något så horribelt som att..


 - uppvisa det motsatta könets beteendemönster, eller rent av visa sig vara homosexuell.  *dunkar huvudet i skrivbordet*

Vill. Inte. Bo. På. Den. Här. Planeten. Längre!

Av Christian - 29 juni 2010 15:29

and as morning light

shattered my illusions

Fear overtook Hope

Av Christian - 28 juni 2010 18:21

just to realize

I was still beyond the wall

of sleep. Dreaming, lost

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