The Carrion-beast haunts me in my sleep,
Its word, echoed in eyes of pitch, is the sound of a thousand hungry crows.
Feeding.
On my flesh.
Feeding on my flesh.
But I am not dead,
Nor am I dying.
This is my rebirth.
Soon my voice shall be added to the murderous screech of those consuming, abyssal, eyes.
The above is a little something I have put together over the last few days as a result of a dream I had in the early hours of Monday morning, between midnight and me waking up. Of this dreaming, one image has stuck in my head and even now is refusing to budge.
I received a 'visit' from a beast.
Although all I saw was its misshapen skull and hollow eyes, I knew (through dream logic) it was that which myth and legend describe as a dragon.
Its name (and purpose - again, dream logic) was Death, but I cannot recall any feeling of fear.
It spoke to me in words beyond my ken, but which resonated meaning (which, sadly, is now lost to me) through my mind. Although it spoke, it had no voice, but its words were echoed through its eyes.
As I said above, the eyes were hollow, like those of a skull, but as it spoke, the eyes became full of the forms of thousands upon thousands of crows/ravens, each lending its voice to the words spoken by this beast, and each voice screaming out in torment/pain/anger/hatred.
There was more to this dream, I am sure, but sadly, it is beyond my recall, that I can still remember enough to describe the image above amazes me, and that is why I felt it worth sharing.
Prey
Formless yet full of shape
Many faces, all the same
Human, yet somehow different
Being of all nightmares
In earthly form, biding time
Waiting for the perfect day
The wars that men fight, the food to grow
Suckled as if newborn, on the anger and hatred
The fear sustains, belly filled by greed
Yet still the hunger..
Hunger for more souls, more oppression
Starving and suffocating the minds of others,
This the ultimate goal
Although, a majority still resist
But that will suffice, for all existence is but a mere toy
Patience is a most dark virtue
Sitting and waiting, biding time
Human, yet somehow different,
Many faces, all the same,
Formless, yet full of shape;
Humanity
Many faces, all the same
Human, yet somehow different
Being of all nightmares
In earthly form, biding time
Waiting for the perfect day
The wars that men fight, the food to grow
Suckled as if newborn, on the anger and hatred
The fear sustains, belly filled by greed
Yet still the hunger..
Hunger for more souls, more oppression
Starving and suffocating the minds of others,
This the ultimate goal
Although, a majority still resist
But that will suffice, for all existence is but a mere toy
Patience is a most dark virtue
Sitting and waiting, biding time
Human, yet somehow different,
Many faces, all the same,
Formless, yet full of shape;
Humanity
Funeral Dirge for The Recently Cremated
And it was as if an angel, stood now before me
Beckoning with his gnarled hand
And I did follow
And with my barren hands
Did I wring the life from this wretched creature
All remorse retreating on a tide
Of red
Those dark wings did curl
A look of horror painted across the face
A smell......?
Petrol.
Matches.
Need matches.
Ignite.
Burn the corpse.
Come.
Join me, warm yourselves by the fire
Let's celebrate.
Beckoning with his gnarled hand
And I did follow
And with my barren hands
Did I wring the life from this wretched creature
All remorse retreating on a tide
Of red
Those dark wings did curl
A look of horror painted across the face
A smell......?
Petrol.
Matches.
Need matches.
Ignite.
Burn the corpse.
Come.
Join me, warm yourselves by the fire
Let's celebrate.
This Nightmare Real...
I've dreamt the slumber of ancient gods
Wretched elders shape world of nightmares
I've closed my eyes & seen the void in flames
The world crawling with insanity
I have been the hunter/prey
Of shadowed wolves with eyes of pitch
I've run from/with beasts of deathless hunger
Tasted blood upon my snout
I have seen these horrors all
And with each night I visit more
But when I wake upon each dawn
To lay my eyes on this nightmare real
'tis only then that I know fear
Wretched elders shape world of nightmares
I've closed my eyes & seen the void in flames
The world crawling with insanity
I have been the hunter/prey
Of shadowed wolves with eyes of pitch
I've run from/with beasts of deathless hunger
Tasted blood upon my snout
I have seen these horrors all
And with each night I visit more
But when I wake upon each dawn
To lay my eyes on this nightmare real
'tis only then that I know fear
Take 2....
It has been far too long for many things:
- too long since I last spent a week completely sober
- too long since I had a decent nights sleep
- too long since I last wrote/typed anything that wasn't a work email, fb status, or some other useless tripe
- too long since I've updated this blog
Yes, I've let neglect, apathy, work, and just general laziness get the better or me. I think, of the above, I am most concerned that I have not written anything in such a long time that gets me down the most.
A few weeks back, I happened across an old mp3 player, in which I had stored almost of the various lyrical ramblings I had come up with through the years. Many of these are elsewhere online, but this was my only true backup. Since that day, I have managed to get the device working long enough to create 2 further backups, but it was quite enthralling to read these views into my past. I initially had difficulty reconciling this youthful, (somewhat) outspoken person, with the apathetic me of today. I know realise that that view is a falsehood. I am still the same person, I just direct my energies elsewhere (work....ok, and getting drunk), and that is, perhaps, the saddest thing of all.
Gone are the days where I used to sit down and, over a period of 5-20 minutes, I would just type out the random thoughts that would come into my mind, and save them for another day. I long again for those days of pure thought, where I would let my mind run free and rule my hands with little input from self-consciousness.
With this post, I hope to mark a return to those (halcyon?) days of yore, I hope to try and update this blog at least once a week, preferably every day or two, and will devote a little time each day to the pursuit of pure, unadulterated thought.
Wish me luck.
- too long since I last spent a week completely sober
- too long since I had a decent nights sleep
- too long since I last wrote/typed anything that wasn't a work email, fb status, or some other useless tripe
- too long since I've updated this blog
Yes, I've let neglect, apathy, work, and just general laziness get the better or me. I think, of the above, I am most concerned that I have not written anything in such a long time that gets me down the most.
A few weeks back, I happened across an old mp3 player, in which I had stored almost of the various lyrical ramblings I had come up with through the years. Many of these are elsewhere online, but this was my only true backup. Since that day, I have managed to get the device working long enough to create 2 further backups, but it was quite enthralling to read these views into my past. I initially had difficulty reconciling this youthful, (somewhat) outspoken person, with the apathetic me of today. I know realise that that view is a falsehood. I am still the same person, I just direct my energies elsewhere (work....ok, and getting drunk), and that is, perhaps, the saddest thing of all.
Gone are the days where I used to sit down and, over a period of 5-20 minutes, I would just type out the random thoughts that would come into my mind, and save them for another day. I long again for those days of pure thought, where I would let my mind run free and rule my hands with little input from self-consciousness.
With this post, I hope to mark a return to those (halcyon?) days of yore, I hope to try and update this blog at least once a week, preferably every day or two, and will devote a little time each day to the pursuit of pure, unadulterated thought.
Wish me luck.
Do your emotions make you a monster?
.....or do they simply help define you as a person?
By what standard do (should?) we measure ourselves as people (society)?
Is it in the strength of control we have over our emotions?
Is it the decisions we make regarding our actions (and consequences) as a result of said emotions?
Which is the true measure, the higher bar?
(which is more realistic?)
Does it vary from person to person, culture to culture?
Nature OR Nurture?
Which will you choose?
Rational, unemotional (scientific?), robot?
Irrational, degenerate (religious?), human?
Conscious, or sub-conscious?
(apologies to Phillip K. Dick)
By what standard do (should?) we measure ourselves as people (society)?
Is it in the strength of control we have over our emotions?
Is it the decisions we make regarding our actions (and consequences) as a result of said emotions?
Which is the true measure, the higher bar?
(which is more realistic?)
Does it vary from person to person, culture to culture?
Nature OR Nurture?
Which will you choose?
Rational, unemotional (scientific?), robot?
Irrational, degenerate (religious?), human?
Conscious, or sub-conscious?
(apologies to Phillip K. Dick)
An introduction....
....of sorts.
This is a blog dedicated to random acts of thoughtcrime perpetrated by myself. This blog is my own dark, dank, cave, my own little corner of the blogosphere, allowing me to (hopefully) extrapolate some semblance of coherency from the chaos that is my subconscious.
I suspect a lot of what is posted here will not entirely make sense, and that is fine, hell, I don't even expect people to be interested in everything I have to say. What I do hope, however, is that anyone who comments on my posts helps me to make light of the randomness within. I've finally found somewhere where I can loosen the shackles on those thoughts which I do my best to keep within.
This is a new journey for me, and I hope long the way, I shall be joined by others. I am not sure sure what will become of it, if anything, but I hope that any result is, ultimately a positive one. With that in mind, I bid you welcome. Sit yourself down, put on your choice of guilty musical pleasure, and enjoy.
- Morgues
This is a blog dedicated to random acts of thoughtcrime perpetrated by myself. This blog is my own dark, dank, cave, my own little corner of the blogosphere, allowing me to (hopefully) extrapolate some semblance of coherency from the chaos that is my subconscious.
I suspect a lot of what is posted here will not entirely make sense, and that is fine, hell, I don't even expect people to be interested in everything I have to say. What I do hope, however, is that anyone who comments on my posts helps me to make light of the randomness within. I've finally found somewhere where I can loosen the shackles on those thoughts which I do my best to keep within.
This is a new journey for me, and I hope long the way, I shall be joined by others. I am not sure sure what will become of it, if anything, but I hope that any result is, ultimately a positive one. With that in mind, I bid you welcome. Sit yourself down, put on your choice of guilty musical pleasure, and enjoy.
- Morgues
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