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Nothing
10:21 Feb 28 2006
Times Read: 592






I sit here in silence dead to the world

Unable to laugh, unable to smile.

Everyone’s dead.

And I in my loneliness lag behind.



I watch their remains turn to dust and ash,

The cinders of which are carried away.

I sit here numb to the copious feast

of hate, of rage, and even pity.



Stale to my world, I live ever on.

I live on to witness the towers of industry

tumbling and crumbling down to the ground.

The roads of trade returning to dirt,

The forests are hollow, the lakes shallow.



Time passes over this wayward land

Expunging all life before my eyes.

All life, all love, all joy is gone

Only the wind remains.



Wind which once carried a wash of ideas

A whisper of hope a glimpse of a dream

Now caresses my face like a lover long gone

Cold and stark, naked and empty.



The rocks imbued by the sun, unchanged

The cycle of life is frozen, dead.

No (s)words remain, there’s nothing left

But a single lone cricket calling for night.



In a world which once was abundant with life

With love, and grief, with madness, desire

In an instant transformed, in the blink of an eye

And now there is nothing.

Forever nothing.



-Rebekah Faith.

The Witching Hour
10:11 Feb 28 2006
Times Read: 593

The Witching Hour



A plague of shadows plunders the streets,

crossing through innocence, searching the land

for a home, a refuge, a corridor which leads

to a new breeding ground.



I witness the exiled dance of Mephistos.

Their lambent colors infusing the night,

whilst shapeshifting under my quixotic eye

into camoflauged cloaks slipped o'er the mundane.



Each visitor swaddled in light and in dark,

wear pain as their tabards, brandish anger as shields,

and are lured unto me for reasons unknown

they come in duality, they leave much relieved.



Ghosts behind masks of my halloween guests,

teamed with the demons of those in my midst

unwelcomed, relentless, they enter my realm

the wayfarer's rest, the oracle's curse.



As if I am Charon gaurding the Styx

left in care of residual scourge,

I am given no obol as payment or faire,

Though I'm left with perrenial gloom.



The anger eats its way into my flesh,

the dischord seeps into my brain,

Its obstinate, relentless, heavy, dark cloud

engulfs my raft; enshrouds my wake.



As the lights dim down, the travelers recede

The call of the evening wafts through the air

two by two (or one by one) soul by soul they respond.

eventually we all lie down to rest, but for now...



I have no more scapegoats, no more distractions

No more diffusions this hour,

The shades of dybbuk remain in my midst

and with them, I'm left

all alone.



-Rebekah Faith

Captured
10:10 Feb 28 2006
Times Read: 594

Captured.

Do you ever wonder who is in the drivers seat of your soul?

What guides you to tragedy, to misery, to happines or joy?

What manipulates your world, and shows you only the images you pretend to see?

The universe which you see from only one view.



The mirrors of you walking about the in layers of others you pretend to know.

Wearing laquers of armor so mismatched their blending becomes surreal.

Where does this cacaphony hail from?

An uproar that builds till its so loud, you can manage but to only

shut your eyes tight,

bite your cheeks,

clench your fists

and yell

STOP!



Who is your commander?

The one which lets the emotions run free till they're out of control,

when the car is speeding away

and you are left behind

wondering where you are.



I was playing capture,

Capture?

(I wonder what it feels like being captured?)

A futile game of perception playing with the illusion of control.

I was playing capture.

Capture?

Capture.

Excavating the surface sludge to see what lies beneath

I was playing capture.



But who

or what

did I capture?

To my best friend
10:09 Feb 28 2006
Times Read: 595




To my best friend.



You've grown on me like a fungus,

but now you're eating at my skin.

Not sure when exactly it happened,

when this cocktail became so bitter,

But here we are;

in a state where love turned to hate:

Population two.



This town ain't big enough for both of us.

and my hospitality knows no bounds.

I'd love to rip off my front door, bludgeon you with it,

tie your cold lifeless body down to it,

and send it sledding down the steepest icy slope I can find

into the abyss of despair;

into the realm of forgotten sons.



This isn't a friendship anymore,

its an execution.

And its either you,

or me.

Call me a mal-content, maglignant, mallicious bitch.

I've nevermore wanted to murder somone

over the sound of a refrigerator door...



But the audio-track that is your existance,

sets my blood to boiling



Every step you take, every move you make,

further fuels my rage.

If "Both fish and visitors stink after three days,*"

Your tuna is downright rancid!

You should be more like mcdonald's french fries.

SO full of preservatives

that months will go by without any signs of metastasis.



But here we are, population two,

what to do, what to do....

People come and go so quickly these days...

but not you.



-Rebekah Faith.

Freestyle
10:07 Feb 28 2006
Times Read: 596

A bear, a book, a story told.

The love, the life, the passions sold.

No satifaction, and barely the endurance

to overcome

to the next marker line.

How much further is it till I can rest my wearly legs?

I have life and I'm pissing it away, yet I'm running as fast as I can!



I want to quit, but I want to live;

live free or die.

Shoulders are heavy, arms are tired, neck is weary,

but can't say goodbye...

"Good luck for now, I'll see you on the other side....

where I dance with Aristotle and walk with Merlin's staff."



Whispering winds of wisdom float overhead

like shiny silver threads of gossamer too brittle to grasp.

I touch but one, and it shatters like glass in my hands.

There is no Midas touch -

it is but faith that one can hold a dream just above one's hands

and encapsulate the idea before the delicate balance fades away.



Working for a new living while living the old.

Perhaps a complete transfusion is in order?

--A passage by which to step into the other dimension

where gossamer threads transform to life ropes strong enough to pull a billet.



Ask and it shall be answered, knock and the door opens...

if only one could find a door in this long, weary

stale

hallway.

A hallway which runs through an endless corridor,

basked in dim lights, carpeted in rat droppings below.



The race has started, the rats are off,

I am standing behind in the droppings looking for any door.

Like in a labrynth with hidden turns,

you run and you run, not realizing you've passed three already.

Time to slow down and see them before they quickly fade away.

The rats are far ahead of you,

but this is your race,

not theirs;

you don't even need to finish.

It is not the destination,

but the journey.

Reactions
10:05 Feb 28 2006
Times Read: 597

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There is a growing void, and I see it.

There is blackness is separating us.

Darkness has come between us.

The words feed it; it is not yet full.

The words you say evolve and have different meanings to me.

Words I say cause you to misunderstand.

Do I injure your ego? How so?

Where is this blackness coming from?

Every time I try to add sunshine, the light spills forth from my hands

but darkness is all you see.

A nephrotic touch that will not pass.

Make it stop! Make it stop!

A wolf's head replaces your own, and I am bitten.

But for what?

All I've ever tried to do is care for you!

How did I suddenly become your enemy, your fodder, your food?

I am exhausted from trying, trying and failing.

What did I do that created this beast?

I cannot live with a beast.

Not even the beast of my own creation.

-Rebekah Faith

A Whelp?!? Gorramitt!
05:30 Feb 28 2006
Times Read: 608

I see a pit of blackness...

rescue nothing - the road is before me

I trod along, stepping to the beat of no drum

just the whisper of the wind calling me to wherever my feet will land.

If I happen to cross your path,

do not fear.

You're not afraid of the dark, are you?

It is only the darkness before the dawn that follows me.

Watch, wait and see.

Magic will happen.