Samhain's Grim Reap

let the death rituals begin now is the time of dark air and cold moons



we have hallowed the life and shrouded there faces like ghouls
to light the early black that will fall tonight



Our rituals are cast tonight
we feast on death, we embrace death,
we lay awake with death

hallow be thy name!

The antiques of work

To be celibate to be devout

To make with purpose

To live with god

two things we will never have.

For what it is Worth

"Do you like this one?"

"I guess..."

"You dont really like any of them do you?"

"I dont really like anything"

"Why not?"

"Whats to like, I mean i dont hate it, just seems so worthless"

"Well things only have worth when you allow them to"

"I dont think I ever stopped them, they just never did."

Death in Monologue

"Ah, yes I am death! I myself keep the world beneath me.
and got all this fuckin shit!,

my reaper, my jewels, my libary "

"It is only I who can cary my own coffin, it is only I
who will not sleep inside of it"

"Your vanities will not save nor harm you."

"Our date is set no mater what you choose"

A Prayer of Accountablity

Father forgive me for my waste of time.

my gluttons devouring of time spent idle.

I know i must raise from my knees to face death

To face my self and be accountable

for the things i don't want to count

and my only desire is to serve

for eternity

to what I do to my self.

and place blame not on you or them but

I.

A life lived with Expectations

"Its not funny anymore, trying to make sense of this shit...
It's like puttin a fuck bear in a kings hat."

"naw dude thats really funny"

"oh."

The Hesitant Harvest

bemused she lay in the harvest's field.
She labored away to idle off her time.
wanting to leave wanting to desert these amber fields.
then she heard a sonance.
"Is it me they want?!" she cried to no reply.

no, they dont remember they dont know
thats why you must lay here.

Mikki's Scary Halloween

2 mikki and the mauses show on Halloween
1030 at the unknown theater
2 am house party on benton way.

I will have my halloween zine

"Scary stories to cry yourself to death with."

and mikki and the mauses merch for sale.

http://www.myspace.com/mikkimausmusic

The Large Dark Avoidance

I am the carnivores cave,
Swallowing all that enters.
Daggers of tears stab down towards the floor.
My life, my creation is from the void of substance.

The Noble Life

The man answered to the reporters question as stated

"I spent my entire life to build this robot, because no
one ever loved me, i needed to spend my time
doing something to ignore the fate of that. "

he received the nobel peace prize for
"most depressing truth."

An Ernest Sonnet

You were an old man and a drunk.
I am sorry that no one gave a fuck.

To stop man from being devoured

He worked diligently to impale the great beast of the abyss
as it ravaged the last testaments of purity and ignorance.
All others watched in horror and apathy at his task

unable to understand.

Haplessly he worked forever, for as one overwhelming task was accomplished.
Six thousand now more arrived.
and he was cursed to the ship for eternity.

A heart is taught to Break

"COWARD COWARD" the black crow screeched at the beaten men
returning from another battle of defeat.
feeling weak and embarrassed none of them
answered there cellphones.

The portrait of a writer

"I write this shit so as not to be forgotten, it disgust me how many times
I myself was blown out of anothers mind."

" I want to make your heart seethe and writhe in wincing pain, like an arrow
that pierces into your heart and can not be removed, not with out torturous agony."

"Yes to be forgotten again is unbearable, unlivable."

"so i take this pen to paper to say
anything so haunting and true you will never be okay again."

Imperishable Permanence

"The moon is so fucking weird, every time i look at it
it seems so ominous and different changing
by the light draped on it.
Truth is though its always the fucking same"

"Yea but thats like how lots a shit is, you know?"

"ah fuck, oh yea"

An Adequate Mistress

A perfect mistress would approach him
but would be shy and scared as ritual concurs

A perfect mistress would laugh in a sadism at
all the busy eyed idiots

A perfect mistress would dress like a complete idiot
with a sense of knowing what a complete idiot she is.

A perfect mistress would never udder a filthy word
yet speak such eloquent trash through her eyes.

A perfect mistress would have a box of photos of cats
that you never noticed in her room for more then a year.

A perfect mistress would wear make-up that did nothing
but befuddle your mind. and would take no offense at your
belittling words of it

A perfect mistress would sit there in silence next to you and
keep you up all night in discourse

A perfect mistress keeps redundancy to a minimum

God Damn the etiquette of the hopeless

Perception on perspective

"could be worse, could be some old weird russian who takes
pictures with his dead child."

he thought to himself before going to bed alone

how the werewoof came to be

"I JUST WANTED ONE GOOD FEELING"

he howled at the moon

A modern Prodical son

Ah fuck, are son is a giant baby

you know we carry that asshole around for 24 years

then he just gets bigger and wines more.

what a little shit head.

dad i dont have any money

mom you never showed me you loved me and now
i cant treat women well.

thats all i fucking hear anymore.

well enjoy the cold rain you giant baby

Dialogue of the Map Maker

"Again Bartolomue, Again, you have to do it again."

"god how i wish, i wish i could explore these foreign soils"

"Not to be stuck here late into night, behind candle and moon.
abstracting a two dimensional contour of it all"

"but to explore, to see the ocean, the women and not this damned cellar"

"ah yes, to dream. it a frivolous disaster"

The inpassionate lover

Unimpressed by her charm, no long intrigued by the
disemboweled mystery and the now pungent perfume
of her presence.
he discasted it all again

to take back to the desolate land alone

Birds with Wounds

The projection of hurt feelings and hurt minds

when the hunter took to the forest he only stalked the wounded birds

some said he was vile and depraved

but he had a reason, as most crazy people do

he thought

"It is wounded like I, and I am in a terrible commitment with life.
i will free this bird from such stabing afflictions.
with final blow. "

Brine lake beneath the sea

dark, deep, cold, heavy, confusing, emotional
is how they see the sea.


yet under all that bullshit

a brine lake,

darker, deeper, colder, heavier, quieter

one who reflects the greatest reflection

and is crushed with the weight of the ocean
on its shoulders


(dont forget the show tomorrow)

Chimeric Companion

Lucy bit a kid at school and had to go to court to
prove she didn't give the kid aids.

Lucy could scream for three straight hours locked in her room
when things didnt go her way.

Lucy once jumped off the side of a sailboat and didnt die only
because she was kept by a rainbow elastic leash.

Lucy was what the psychoticoligisy called a "child problem prodigy"

Never nice to another child, never had friends to play with.
never would respond when spoken to or commanded to.

then her first autumn, it was cold and her and her father went to
the grocery store like they normally do.

she screamed and asked what the name for pumpkin was

then yelled it over and over "PUMPKAN PUMPKAN PUMPKAN"

her father knowing how this will turn bought her a little one to play with.

she pressed it close to her face and whispered

"so.. this is what its like to have a friend"

Lucy killed her self on her 16th birthday
because some one wrote "loser bitch"
on her diary.

Mikki and the Mauses

my band Mikki maus (http://www.myspace.com/mikkimausmusic) when played

with other member is called "Mikki and the Mauses"

we have our first show on friday the 10th

$10 but they give you free beerz

come get a free zine and watch me stand awkwardly in a corner
sipping a beer like its a nervous tick

Made in fathers image

he watched her, he watched her spill her guts
letting this man this vile man seep into her pours
her guts her being.
why could it not be I he cried
he knew he would build a warm casket for her guts
treat them so kindly so freshly

little did he know, the face that he had never devoured spilt guts
means he does not understand the ramifications

after your first taste them, they become sour and unwanted
it turns to lust and gluttony

just predatorial, like a wolf

a wolf screaming alone at the moon.

The Black Goats Ritual Love

She was left in canine form, begging for scraps of
emotion and security. the goat, the night sky black goat
left her ravaged and pale. She had been warned of his wrath,
one word out of the esteemed projection and the spell should
be broken.

The black goat is easily vulnerable to seduction,
but ceaseless and callous
it can never detain him.

and so she is left in tears among the harlequin.
doomed to eternal weeping.

Libra's imagine

all he wanted for his birthday was his door kicked in to
fanfare triumphs blaring
mickey mouse holding a giant birthday cake
& pumpkin flavored beer
followed by a parade of women in bikinis and
various costumes, birds help him get dressed and
all of them carry him around tolook at autumn trees.




is that so much to ask for?

all is unfair in love

"I just totally fucking stold your girlfriend"

"you a fucking beast!"

"yea but what the fuck are you gunna do? "

"your eyes are so piercing!"
"look how frightened she is, leave her alone!"

"naw, just gunna take her our of her safety zone"
"of dudes like you"

"ah fuck"

a flowers thorn

"why do you think he looks so melancholia?"

"maybe because you raised him without the figure of a male"

"look at his petite figure, this ribboned hair"

"the silken skin and deep blue pearl in his eyes"

"he shall never hath love nor noble work in such a state"

"i just wanted to give him the finest and lavishes"

"but what you gave is insufficient "

birthday approches in waxing moons

the glass is half
thats it
empty/full this is abstract crap

your emotions is abstract crap

what are you a dog?

stop acting like an animal

it is half.

that is it.

nothing can ever be good
nothing can ever be bad

it just is is is is is is

those hands you held
those lips watched
they were half beauty

the moon is waxing
that is all that can be said.

water takes no form
it is neither half full
it is neither half empty

it is water.

you animal