The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

The Hunt is Healthy

I sit calmly in the trees,
Awaiting the prize for which I seek,
The fruit of the world for my family,
That will give sustenance and comfortability,

And though you could see it as a slaughter,
A great respect instead is the true fodder,
For many see you as a terror,
For your advantage has become so much better,

But a connection to the past is in the moment,
When you must send the lethal component,
And a humbling thing comes to mind,
That you could be the next thing the world devours in find,

And giving thanks for what is gained,
Should be given even to the slaughterhouse purchase you made,
For even the plants you chop down,
Are no longer given back into the ground,

Even the insects you could collect,
Will never get to feed their colony in introspect,
And yet you still must consume,
Or you will find a quick route to your own doom,


Then in entropy the mainstay of our universe is to consume,
Why do think bad habits came naturally to humans creating their own tomb,
The irony of history is that we are digging up what never wanted to be consumed,
Hence the elaborate display of a dead king’s rooms,

But truly as we will end you would want respect in it,
Then show that same feeling back to everything we take for granted,
And hopefully these ideas can show people who never leave cities,
That hunting is a beautiful showing of human conservation and responsibilities,
Even if in the future it requires new concept of healthy mind in activities,
That we can consume while balancing life in actuality…



Sean Stutzman

Miscommunication

How much in common we all have,
Though many would say the differences are bad,
To see the parallels from different place,
Makes me laugh when they are just seen from a different face,

For don’t the business men see,
The drug dealers are entrepreneurs with less means,
Can’t the governors know,
That the muggers are just utilizing the force principal just for their woes,

Can’t the intellectual see,
The “meathead,” knows as many facts just on things that don’t interest thee,
Can’t the worried realize they be,
Given if they had no missteps they would be the carefree,

All the differences all the claims,
You still end up being the same species with common function for brain,
The crazy and the sane,
Walk in the same domain,

The uptight demure,
Sit beside the fool who is over sure,
The brave are cowards who turned left instead of right,
And they easily could have ended up falling into terror by same sight,


We are all the possessors of conscience mind,
And we are all tied to the same constraint Jörmungandr circles and binds,
We are animals still tied to sleep,
Still forced to eat,
Still needing water to drink,
Still having to excrete,
Still needing to screw who we wander around and meet,
The next generation has new toys to direct their feet,
Yet we are still to the same measures of caveman gathering and hunting meat,

The trashing of culture is to dictate what is in our lane,
Yet almost no one perfectly fits in being tame,
If they have spending time with them is lame,
For they are so boring that they won’t even enjoy games,

So may we all smile in a time of division,
And complex problems need more insight of vision,
The simple smiles as at least one concept you can relate from television,
Even if opposite views come in from two perceptions,

We all enjoy being with those we can relate,
But to those it’s hard to understand give a chance to don’t simply hate,

For while I have trouble seeing business as friendly,
It supplies me with my necessities…

While I hope for nature to be considered in unity,
I’m still the in the species at odds with its continuity,

While people can bring tears and problems and shame,
They can bring hope and beauty and creativity to the frame,

While horrid damage can destroy from inside horror we find,
Great restitution can be found from in the mind,

So while the world can bring great calamity to one place,
Half way around the world the sun is shining with peaceful grace,

The game in mind is controlled by what you perceive,
So let us look to reality and give birth to resolving pain and deceit,
For if we can turn terror to courage,
Pain to resolve,
Hate to love,
Carnage to beauty,
Death to birth,
Feeling to tangibility,
Then a world of freedom we can strive for,
Even if in paradox it will never truly be fully conceived…

It is often in striving for the better,
That we can be humbled by the present,
People are only as good in total as their concept is communicable in concept,
Duality then becomes the harbinger of great placidity,
For striving to change immediately,
Allows for non-connectivity,

For pick an era and see that those who direct the flow of main proclivities,
Often create the turmoil out of simple misunderstanding…



Sean Stutzman