Short... not very erotic but pretty dark.... lol....

The Kitten

The small black kitten saw the sunken dark brown body of its owner. He sniffed the stiff body, looking for some sign of life. There was none. It walked away hoping for the smell of cat food. He had seen his mother catch birds and small rodents; he thought he would try. The pisser was that he did not know how to catch a bird. His bones ached with hunger. His belly was swollen with worms and intestinal rot. The last thing he had eaten was a single french fry left by a stoner and his bitch. The fry felt stuck in his immature esophagus. The mothers milk had been gone before the owner had died. He had seen his mother hit by the car, her gut popped, and her brains spilled out turning the shiny yellow translucent line a bright crimson red. The milk dried quickly. Mom was no fun any more. The dog that ate his sister still prowled around the area looking for his next alpo supplement. Dog food was no good; he was dog food. He knew that and trembled in fear. The owner had been a smelly man who got his cat food out of safeway dumpsters. The cans were empty and dry, the catfood a pasty, powdery substance. Some of the cans hurt his face and the mold was thick but it had been food. The owner had always cursed the cats and said that they ate better than him. The chicken he ate was the best; bloody and rotting; the alluring aroma infiltrating his nostrils long before the stripped bone was tossed his way. The owner was gone, the rotting catfood and chicken was gone, and soon his bones would be sticking out of his dirty black fur.
The little girl had always been in trouble with her parents for as long as she could remember. Nothing she did ever pleased her parents. She had thought about suicide but she found her solace in nature. It was nature and the desire to involve herself in that nature that kept her alive. She was stalking a tiger today. She had already trapped the elusive rhino earlier in the day. She saw a rustling in the bushes and crouched low to watch. The small dirty black kitten crawled out mewling sorrowfully with briar cuts all over him and spider webs in his eyes. The girl saw the cat. Delight filled her eyes as she leveled the 1889 winchester pump .22 to her shoulder and cocked the slide smoothly chambering a round. Her finger squeezed the trigger, slowly, carefully, until the report was heard. The dirty black kitten tumbled a few times and came to a rest, twitching softly until all life was gone. The girl picked up the carcass by the tail and held it to the sky saying," Good bye, good body." She than threw the black deflated body into a drainage ditch and walked away whistling.

Her sorrow was amazingly strong as it welled to her heart and overflowed to her soul. The sweet memories she clung to like a favored bottle of perfume, lingering and haunting her senses. A tear began to trickle down her cheek thinking of the touch, so firm and soothing. The male roughness calming and protective. Her sadness was compounded by the feeling she had lost with him. The brightening joy that would raise to her throat and make her feel like she was soaring.

She wrote his name over and over, the pink tablet she bought when she was in love, her first true love. It's hooks still clang to her heart, like a babe to the breast, not yet full. The tears flowed faster, freer, stinging her chapped lips that were kept moist for his. She held the forgotten t-shirt tight against her nose, inhaling his now lost scent. Inhaling the essence that once clung to her body, as his topped it. Her legs began to go numb, crossed over eachother. She just sat and cried into the shirt, remebering. The tortured thoughts still cutting deep into her heart.

She heard a voice, softly whispering. It was deep and low, like syrup that was to sugared. It called to her emptiness, her hopelssness, her despair. It seduced her wearied soul, with promises of pleasure and peace. It whispered in her ear, a forgotten sensation began to grow in her body, deep down in the pit of her stomach. The invisible voice promised her darkness and revenge, declared that she would never be alone. That it would always be there near her heart. It would protect it and keep it safe. She closed her eyes sinking into the promises of sensual delight, feeling the sensation grow and bloom.

She nodded her head in defeat as she heard the voice layered with pleasure and satisfaction. "Just one favor and all I have is yours it whispered maliciously, but tempting. "what?" she asked half in a trance. "kill him" the voice purred into her ear. "Why must I?" she asked, confusion rising in her voice. "To show me how much you want to be mine for eternity" She noddeded still a bit confused. "I can't, I would not know how" she replied, eyes closed getting lost in the feelings of anger stirring, and the embers of hate rising.

As she nodded she felt something cold against her feet, and looking down saw a anthame of mesmerising beauty, it glinted in the candles and dimmed light. She cautiously wrapped her tear moistened hand around the hilt, and she felt a chill wash over her. "I will be with you always" she heard in her weakened mind and with her eyes rolling back in her head collapsed back agaist the bed, her dreams were strange and full of erotic images of her body being ravished by odd men, almost animal like.

She awoke with a sliver of sunlight sneaking in the slightly parted curtains. Her haid spun and she felt ill. She rushed to the restroom and kneeled over the toilet. But nothing was in her stomache to come back up, she just gagged a bit. Getting up but feeling no better she zombie walked into the kitchen and poured a large glass of cran-apple juice and drank it down. She than tromped back into the restroom, stripping her clothes she held her hand under the water until it had warmed to body temperature. She stepped in.

The refreshing citrus scent of her shower gel, and the hot pellets of water helped soothe her aching muscles. Dragging her finger tip gently over bruises and scratches, she did not remember where they came from. She finished rinsing out the conditioner and turning off the water she grabbed a towel and stepped out. She wrapped it around her battered body and going into the room she began to toss her days outfit on the bed.

She pulled on the soft purple hooded shirt, and then pulling up the tights and grabbing her skirt form the rumpled bed, her eyes fixated on the shiny gleam laying on her bed, next to her pillow. She tentatitivly grasped the hilt and she suddenly felt the desire to kill him who caused her pain. She grinned at the realization and grabbing her purse dropped it in. She finished dressing and with a dabbing of mascara and a quick pin of her hair she grabbed some toast as she rushed out the door to make the early bus.

All day everything just seemed to be perfect. The normally crowded bus was mercifully empty, the traffic was light and she was at the front doors of her office quickly. The day went just a nicely, almost as if it was all planned out for her, she even got a compliment from her boss, who rarely noticed her. She was finishing up her final task and gathering her papers before heading home and the phone rang. Picking it up with a look of puzzlement across her face she quickly frowned hearing his familiar hi.

"What do you want?" she asked icyly. "I have been thinking and have made a horrible mistake" he crooned and sounded so sincere. She just listened to him breathe, not sure what to say. "I was a fool, she really means nothing. It is you who I realized will be the only one for me, please forgive me?" The tone in his voice made the tears well up in her eyes and nodding she just said "okay". "Let me take you out to dinner we can talk everything out and I will make it up to you".
"Sure" she numbly replied. He gave her the time to meet them at their favorite restraunt.

The meal was dry, and his voice was beginning to grind on her nerves. He told her the same story she had heard before. She just blankly listened to him, visions of secret, forgotten pleasure teased in her mind. A voice deep and soothing drifted through her head. She could feel the distaste for him rising. After what seeme an eternity of her eating the drab food, and drinking the room temperature wine. She realized he was offering a hand. "Can I take you home?" He asked tenderly and with a bit of lust in his voice. She nodded, not really absorbing what he was saying. She just wanted to be alone with him.

The taxi drive seemed slow and torturous as he droned on about how lovely she was, and as he mumbled through the I love yous and sorries, she felt the pain stab through her heart. With a slight jerk she realized they were at her door, and then she had the rush of fresh air as she heard the door open and felt the pressure on her hand. It felt like a surreal dream as she was led out of the taxi. Her head felt as if it was watching her movements rather than controlling them. Placidly she let herself be led up the steps, an anger and hatred stirring in the pit of her sotmache again. She smiled a smile not her's as the key slipped into the lock and she led him in.

As soon as they were in the door and it clicked shut, she could feel his serpentine breath on her neck and she shivered with disgust. She felt herself being picked up and carried into the room. She struggled down and like a robot mentioned she needed somthing in the bathroom. Grabbing her bag she disappeared behind the closed door. He went into her room and began to pull down the covers and undressing.

As she brushed her hair she reached into her purse to grab out some chapstick and she felt a quick sting. Pulling out her hand she stuck it into her mouth to suck off the blood and putting down the bag reacher her other hand in. She felt her hand wrap around a hilt, it was warm and familiar. Pulling out the jeweled dagger and admiring the light glinting off the curved blade. She smiled as she set it on the counter and stripped naked. Grabbing the ancient blade she hid it behind her back and with her free hand flicked the light off. She approached the dimmed room.

As she stood before him, his eyes so focused on her face, he did not even notice the other hand tucked behind her back. She quickly and smoothly raise it up behind her head as his face buried itself between her full breasts, his arms wrapping around her waist. Hearing the syrupy voice again whispering in her ear, visions of him and a blonde filled her head, and then memories of her dreams rushed over them, the vision swirled together as she felt her arm swing above her head.

She heard a bit of a thud and felt the sensation of a knife plunging through pudding that had a dried film covering it. She grinned hearing gurggles and feeling a hot, thick liquid dribbling down her stomache. She felt a strength renew her spirit as she twisted the knife and shoved it in deeper, the death throes now still with one final gag of blood on her naked body, trickling down her leg. She smiled an evil smile of satisfaction and felt a great pleasure wash through her body.

She stood there staring at the lone candle flickering shadows across the white walls. She blinked as she saw the flame form a figure and before her standing in a blazing glory was the most darkly handsome man that she only ever dared to imagine. He looked at the limp body sagging against her bloodied stomach and pulled it back to flop to the bed.

A smile of sheer terrifying pleasure washed across his face. "Well done my darling, now do you want to complete all that I promised? those dreams were just samples of what delights I can subject your body too" She smiled looking into the black souless eyes as the figure glided to stand before her. She felt arms that almost burn embrace her and she felt a flickering on her tongue. She was lifted up in a rough grasp and placed next to the bloodied body, staring blankly at the ceiling, unblinking. She felt a fire begin to rage deep in her stomache, scorching her soul and tempering her mind. She moaned as the forked tongues flicked flames across her skin.

She felt the weight of the large form ontop of her and then a quick painful penetration enter between her legs. So quick and deft she tensed and felt a burning deep in her soul. As the pace increased. The large supernatural member pounded her fiercly and deep, she felt claws digging into her shoulders. Opening her eyes she beheld a beast above her, she began to panic and squirm.

She heard the same syrupy voice deep and soothing in her head. "You gave me your soul, it is mine. I promised you an eternity of pleasure, was this not our deal?" The sudden realization that the voice brought slamming to the for front of her thoughts, pounding as deep and hard as the burning member that seared inside, making her moans of pleasure turn to a scream of tortured orgasm.

She felt her body explode as the burning spread into her, through her, filling her up with hell and eating any soul that would have been left. She felt a strange and new power arise and as she felt the hell semen take root in her womb. With a smile of peace that followed all the emotions, she knew everything was going to be just perfect, he would never leave her alone now.

God's Will



Fucking pricks. The whole lot of them. Useless sons of whores. He looked down on the congregation before him. There wasn't a decent one amongst them. And here they all sat, staring at him fixedly, as though they were the most devout people in the world. And here he was, spewing forth the gospel to these hypocrites as if there was no tomorrow. And, in fact, there was a great chance that there might not be.
As he spoke to them, their blank faces, turned slightly upward like the proverbial turned up nose, he picked each face out of the crowd, silently ticking off each one's sins in turn. This one had sexually molested his daughter. That one had poisoned her first husband. And several had the loveliest of drug addictions.
God, he thought, these people are evil. Why do they come and falsely praise You every week? What's the point? Would not the world be a better place without them?
As he continued to speak from the pulpit, those upturned, blank faces became more of a faceless mob. A pitiable, evil faceless mob. The precher's thoughts pounded in his head like a freight train making its way through a tunnel. Absently, his hand went to the box hidden behind the podium, and his fingers grazed over it lightly.
Yes. That was it. That was the only way to take care of the situation. Not only would he be doing God's work, he'd be serving the world justly. He flipped the little latch on the box and reached into it. His fingers curled around the cold metal object inside. This was God's will. It had to be.
Casually, he pulled the compact Uzi sub-machine gun from the box and levelled it on the congregation. Some of the faces never even changed expressions as the gun began to spit fire. Bodies began to hit the floor. In a mere matter of minutes, the entire crowd was decimated. The only one left standing was the preacher. This was God's will...

The Date


The fire cracled in the hearth and shot a few stray embers into the air. The orange glow quickly vanished and the ashes fell to the floor. They both found themselves watching the flames; the intricate weaving of burning gases was quite beautiful. It had been a really nice night. The couple had gone out to a lovely Italian restaraunt with a mutual friend, who had gotten them together, and her current boyfriend. They had sat and chit-chatted for a time, while eating the delicious lasagna they had all decided to try. After dinner, they had all gone out to see a movie. A strange one with Dennis Hopper in it. But it was okay; the couple had snuggled together during the entire thing. When it was over, the two couples parted and made their ways home.
So, now, the two sat at his house, watching the fire and having small talk. He seemed so perfect. Sensetive, funny, smart, and definately attractive.
"You seem so... right... perfect," she said softly.
He turned to face her, their eyes meeting and locking. "Please. You're the one that's perfect. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Inside and out."
With that, he leand over and placed a small, gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth. As he leaned back, he caught the "Please do that again" look in her eyes. He smiled a bit and then their lips met again, this time with more fervor. The more they kissed, the more daring they got. Hands were everywhere.
Suddenly, he snapped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. She stopped and looked at him. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Having some fun..." he replied.
With that, he brought the back of his hand against her cheek so hard that it flipped her up and over the side of the couch. She fell to the floor in a daze, her arms rendered useless behind her back. A wicked smile played over his face.
She stared up at him, tears coming to her eyes as her face showed pure fear. "Please d-don't hurt me," she stammered.
"Itwon't hurt for too long," he rasped. Slowly, from behind the couch seat, he pulled a long dagger. "Not for very long at all..."

I Die



I stare at the t.v. for another hour.
Mindless drivel, all of it.
Blood trickles down my face.
It covers my hands.
I look at the congealing, sticky liquid.
What happened?
I touch my face... my forehead and scalp.
No pain... except for the ringing in my head.
I look in the mirror.
My clothes are torn...
I'm soaked in blood.
Why?
I look back to the t.v.
Same shit.
Always the same shit.
I look around the room.
Nothing out of place.
What's wrong with this picture?
My cigarette burns in the ashtray.
The smoke curls upward until it hits the smog hanging above.
The cigarette is accompanied by several other butts.
How long have I been here?
I walk toward the kitchen...
Past the couch...
Past the cabinet cluttered with all her shit.
Why did she have to have only her stuff everywhere?
Into the kitchen doorway.
I almost slip and fall.
What the fuck?
I look down.
More blood... only it's all in one big pool.
A horrible image flashes in my mind.
A knife... blood splattering...
Things begin to come into focus.
I take another step and looked over.
She lay there on the floor.
Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as blood drained from her body.
I gagged.
What had I done?
The knife still protruded from the ripped flesh of her throat.
I fall to the floor.
GOD! Why?
There was a slight sucking/tearing sound as I pulled the knife free.
This can't be! Why? What happened?!
I clutch the knife to my chest as I rock back and forth.
No. Nonononononono...
I stare at the knife.
So much blood.
So much blood...
I bring the knife to my throat.
I pull.
I can feel the burn as the blade eats into my skin.
I feel the warmth as my blood spews forth over my hand.
I watch it as it mingles on the floor with her blood.
My eyelids sag.
My arms feel heavy.
I fall over... half on top of, half beside her.
I close my eyes.
Nononono..n...o...no............ ... ...... ..... ... .... .. . . .
I die.

A story in prose;


The Warmth,

Sharp, stern and yet politely intent was the sound
Thundering through her world of silent diffidence
Three times, each time identical to the prior

His knocks echoing through the hardly lit home
Moments later the door cracks open and a soft voice is heard
“Can I help you” came gentle as a summers breeze

Respectfully sensual, staggered him into a sigh
Through the pouring rain, under his hooded garment
His expression was next to impossible to make, yet

Haunting, one did not even need to see it, for it filled the air
sufficating air, made the winds cry out in despair
She felt it too, curiosity pushing her to peer through

Through a deeply aching gentle voice he said, “no trouble”
Amidst his words time crawled, wept and slipped

“Just passing through here, just wandered if you would
Take a stray old dog of these wet streets, just tonight,
Just till the break of dawn”, an inept silence befalls

Much much too loud to hear, far too unbearable to be,
Attempting a soft filter, reiterating his measley plea
“Just a chance to dry abit, perhaps a couple of hours”

His confidently inchanting voice reduced to a broken squeel
She searched for his face, impossible was the night’s veil
Uniluminated, light slithered off him, they couldn’t adhere

Whilst witness to the dash of a fleeting moment, a flash
From his eyes, besieging her, in an instant opened a pathway
Upon an ocean of tears and far too many broken years

She could feel them, as if the sun had shed its warmth
Warmth filling her heart, she welcomed it with a breath
The shiny globes of gentle light glowing into the dark night,

Seemed, they could see right through her, rushed with shame
Naked, vunerable she felt, all this in a single moment
Yes time had long stoped, prior to this apparant pause

Where eternity is kept for some, holding no stock to others
He was soaked to the core, his style and attire reeked of class,
All bearing high quality, all attesting a man’s great taste

She then chose to break the silence, offering him these words
“I’m very sorry but I am married, expecting him home soon
I fear his regards, allowing you in his home, a stranger,
Allowed to roam here within”, upon her lips a frozen smirk

The enigmatic moment befalls, sky cries out, angels bleed
The man alas never offensive in demeanor, perpetuating now
Defensively aligned, appeared to be leaving, dismal reality
He had already left, apologeticly going through the motions

He then steps off the porch, departing pauses for an instant
Looks back, their eyes lock, oblivious the world looks away
Obtuse, yet stories were told memories were shared and
Dreams layed shattered, all only debris, for he walked away

She still stood frozen, hence he had long departed,
His figure, hauntingly swallowed by the view, devoured
Fiercely by the relentless storm, she didn't blink, she came undone

Struggling for strength, to unglue, to step in and close the crack
Though, found it impossible to remove her eyes from his trail
Mind scattered and pacing a million miles an hour,

The warmth she’d begun to recall, his face now all that she saw
She was suddenly rushed with unwanted concerns, a teary gawk
None seen a tear or a care upon her in years, callus and coldhearted
Heart barried and sealed, now reawakened, brushed by the warmth

Recalling it once more, the one she’d missed its touch for too long
She had everything, big house, expensive car, maids and servants
Above all a rich husband, a very wealthy man provides her all he can
Residing on easy street, yet the warmth like always elluding her,

She just couldn’t buy it, She knew it once, all too well
Now no matter how she tried she just couldn’t hide it
Couldn’t deny the love she’d felt, the warmth she could not have

For he left her and took it with him upon her wish, seemed long ago
It’s been a decade scince he dissappeared, left and her heart followed
Like footprints in sand, like teardrops in rain, left without a trace

Banished by her, against his will, she beckoned him and cried
“Loving you still, after all we been through and all the shame,
All the guilt barred by ‘tis heart, I can not suffer you any longer”

He’d always said the only thing I wish is for that beautiful smile
To sit upon your lips and never ever leave, thus she knew well
How to beat his will, she said I’m happier without you here

Her fears ruled her life, she feared the pain so, the pain of loving
“I fear this pain, it consumes me whole, I live in this fear forever”

She now again shimmered in fear of an awakened heart, feelings
She shuttered much harder, her drawn on smile, began to falter
Smile circled upon by a frown, soon the frown could only be found

Rushed by a flood of excruciating pain pushed her inside,
The doorremained cracked, scattered and scorned, faintly she heard
An old love song they’d cheerished ~don’t fear the reaper~

Her eyes strained by his vision, he had always been a fool made
A fool made a thousand moons endured, and would a thousand more
Without falter, till today still scratching and reaching to regain love,
A love that this world lost, yet tonight this fool sunk a new low

His heart could still hold a beat, yet his eyes showed him away
All too clear, he was no longer here, surrendered now at last
On a clear starfilled night he had wished upon a shooting star

Wished to die with her love not in hand, not to suffer his
Cruel mind’s treachery, She remembered that night, the pain of it
The memory alone proved too much for her newly warm heart

Tragicly the heart gave way, certain meassure of revenge, some say
At dawn the storm vanished in to the morning sun, and so did he
Vanished without a sign, not even a body was ever found.

AK
Copyright ©2002 AK

...just not fair, as for size and spaceousness of them all, so lets see what U think of them here;

~A five part piece/tale~
Fate of Faith-
Part I

Shine like crystal
Shine deeper today
A deeper shade of glare

Clarity a necessity
Baptize the eyes, whose lies
Signify only our demise

Disappearing into a haze
A Sinking ship, devoured in
A sea of disguise, rising tides

Fear and fear alone
Rides these tides, whispering
Death in to all ears

Lets dismiss the crusaders of lies
Intuned, rythm guides my eyes
Tearimg down the pillars

His collapsing fecade, hosting
Such clarity, a higher ecstacy
Treading on remains, laughing
As he cries lonely and pathetic

Fear now a distant memory
Left behind in a cloud of dust
And debris, embarking again,

Jumping these rifts, pulse years
Beyond lucidity, oblivious and
Blind, driven by destitude

Reckless away from consciousness
In the depths of unconscious
I aim to seek him today

Tuned-in to unmask the source
The drummer of the beat, deriver
Of the rythmic regulator of hearts,

He who moves souls, one
Responcible for the rythm,
This rythm which devides.

AK
Copyright ©2002 AK




Fate of Faith-part II

I trust on to you,
My heart and soul
My feeble, fragile frame
Left in your care

Teachings of elders,
Lessons of centuries
Lavish without the coil
Mortality must endure

Death will reset the game
Abscond a soft decline, of all
We’ve massed with sweat and
Blood, set back to riddles of past

Alas Left here in your care,
Fate of a kind, your kindred,
Fate of mankind unresting
Left today in our care

I Entrust you, knowing well
Untrustworthy stems from
Untrusting, like the illusive bond,
Requiring one to be a friend
And friends you shall gain

This is the time, time to feel
Loved, and time to love
Time to regain, to know
Trust again believing in the kind

Challenge your doubts, taste
Victory, stand proud in defeat,
Know you’ve won anyway

In light of defeat, only strength
Left for one to gain, wisdom
Will clear one's vision of this haze

All alone, solem, we’ll burn for eternity.

AK
Copyright ©2002 AK



Fate of Faith III,

Today let deeds speak aloud
From the heart and not from the
Mouth, utter no words, alas
They may not scheme catastrophe

Look about, knee deep in filth
Drowned amid lies and delusions,
Elbow deep in the borderline of
The apocalypse, Kept blind, in a
Deep stupor, far too uninformed

Shhhhhhh not a sound, I’ll release
The chains that bind you, shackled
Your kept, wilting as you fade breath
My air, untamed heir to your soul

Addicted to obsessions, fiercely
Estranged, gripping tight your invaluable
Commodities, defeated, feeble, drowning
In bitterness, down deep, all know better,
Still the fear in fear, and of fear alone,

Soul hidden and discouraged, empty
Minds and bodies, ripe for the picking
Possessed with ease, becoming pawns
Serving the beast, nourishing the yeast

Eyes blind with shame, victims, you like
To believe, victimized by this apathy you’ll
Forever be, feel the nature’s urgency,
Allow in chaos, breath freedom's rage

Break the routine, stop, stop this machine.

AK
Copyright ©2002 AK



Fate of Faith,(part IV)

This moment is all that remains
It must all begin and end here
A moment stretching to eternity
All in the realm of our existance
All correct in formal relativity

All Flawed, within the realm of
Scientific probability, reality, trapped
In mandatory confinement, alas we
Hinder ourselves, ignorant to flight,
Kept safely away from possiblities

Scared of heights, hear your crying
Souls, limitations after limitations,
Echoed by restrictions and regulations,
All symptoms, venerable, believe to be

Vunerable and plagued by inability
Man made germ, laboratory designed
Commodity, in the solitude of a lonely
An edifice of all we were and all we are,

Hesitant hosts to a degenerate recline
Forget the future, regreting the past
Still ignorant to this limitless blast
believing no present tense is gonna last

In a blink of an eye, heal the bleeding,
Unhealing wounds,loathing through life,
Stop and swoon, mistrusted, all the
Misunderstood gratified in billions

In a moment, make amends to all
Lifting hearts to unseen heights
Together we’ll soar as one, its no hype
No I aint no saint, I’m claiming no deity
These, not words of some high and mighty

A simple brother just like a billion other
Alone, in an overcrowded world of apathy

AK
Copyright ©2002 AK



Fate of Faith V

Life’s but a burden, inept in flight,
Plagued by plight, power of money,
Consistancy of truth, funny bleeding
Today so we may laugh tomorrow

Here I stand, desperate in discovering
Our rythmic divider to be surrendering,
A chosen one, well if so I’m done, so
Undone, load your guns for the damage
Is done, together as one, alone we are none

Hear me cry, feel the fleeting salvation
A moment to win this war, pushed,
This tide can be turned, fought, this
Battle can be won yet, alas the enemy
Will fight his demise, tooth and nail

Hate fills this foe, it shall lead to his fall
Hate, the seed nourishing, root to all fears
I’ve looked in his freightened eyes
Felt the tremoring of his vunerable flesh

Believed raging flames to be my demise
Arrogant became a victim of his own lies
Fizzled flames in sight of my eyes,
Doubtful his reprise, courageous of conviction
My eyes stripped him of his pride, tamed

He fled as he cried a loosing battle hum.

AK
Copyright ©2002 AK

Okay maybe a couple more;


She Shines,

What began as a faintly heard sound
A whispering chime disappearing in time
I can hear them calling me, drawin me in

Yet always pressing-on, always marching forth
Impassive, phlegmatic, 98percent ice
Blood frozen, heart broken, ever forward still

Pushing on, uneffected, apparently uninfected
Yet the sound seeks me out, closer, always louder

He taught me to keep my eyes glued ahead
Alas never unprepared for what would
Lay ahead “tread only onward, never ever
Looking behind at whats done, gone, and transpired”

He said “never regret, never allow wasted time”
“Never weaken, never turn back, for
If you turn just remember, you’ll burn”

Wise he was, yet I always have and forever will
Peek, hoping to catch glimpses of the past

Chimes, the damned chimes crying out,
Keeping me on track, for they sound as if they
Call to me, could they be calling me to the wind

The treaded road upon my trail, the debris, all the
Faces of those left behind me, bitter, driveled eyes

Apathy I will always leave behind, empathic,
My heart holds grand, drifting away far from
Jaded eyes of such hatefilled scorned abominations

In a haze, thick cloud of dust,
I’ll forever leave such hatred, blind

Listen, shhhh the chimes always louder, louder
Louder and closer and closer, I can feel them rattle
Within me, shuttering my coil, rattle the river’s bed

Thirsty, the rivers of my loveless blood,
Chimes defean me, for now I can hear them clearly,

I am he, he for whom the bells toll, you see,
Louder still, they impale, spirit’s domicile penetrated
Their shrieks, like poisoned thorns piercing my soul

With a bleeding heart in hand, I look around
Through an elizium of broken and battered souls
Through endless faces within a sea of anonymity

I can see, I can make it out to be her effigy, a banshee
She is crying out to me, tolling the bells for me
Carving out her name upon my tattered heart

Her name bleeding this heart of mine, bleeding me
For all the world to see, how I bleed so easily,
Reluctant, seems I always wear it on my sleeve

Thought I heard the whisper of murmuring souls
Turned and found low moan again "Oh how she
Shines, my oh my" a deep smile now engraves me

She will shed her light, shinning upon days
She’ll shine like a blaze into unseen depths of
The night, over the skies, along the rainbow,
She will sprinkle her shine upon the glittering stars

She will paint the world to the colors of
Her joys and angsts, painted faces to the
Colors of her pain, she will reign(rain) her shine
my
She’ll gather clouds to cryout the pain, joyous
She’ll call a rainbow to celebrate a glorious days

For all her suffering she will reach out, reaching for
Hearts of all man, I don’t fear her shine, for it is
Loosing her I fear, pain so deep it afflicts mind

closing my eyes, through a sensual veil of lingerie
Vision's glance back at me, peering through
Clarity returns, as the mist and haze lift

Unveiling, unemphatic spirits gathered
Suffering, land home to shame and sympathy
They merely walk hand in hand, familiar they seem
Yet I forget the faces, choose not to recall the names

Haunted by doubts, alas I push, I press on through
Lonely loveless souls keep me Surrounded, tired and thwart
I shut my eyes, their faces I could bare no longer, abruptly

The chimes thunder out my name, drowning
Doubts away, damaged souls they scatter away,
Bells thunder yet another toll

You followed it with a kiss, shine shine my love shine
I believe in you, I do, shine for all your suffering, shine.
I love you.

AK
Copyright ©2002 AK

The Voices:

It had always been an odd life. A life that knew nothing of despair and anguish, a life that had never know pain or desire, everything had always been there for him. It had to stop. So he had studied, not study as you or I would study. He studied not art, mathematics or science; he studied pain and anguish, which was about the only thing he did not know about.

The subjects he had studied were of little use in his studies, they had come willingly at first, but soon they were against him so they had to be stopped. The first one was easy; while she slept he merely ran the razor blade over her neck. That wasn’t so hard he had thought. But was it his mind? Were the voices back again? He couldn’t tell. So he continued in his experiments. Over a period of about a year he had studied anguish and suffering in all its forms. Starvation was sad, he didn’t like to see the subjects waste away. Drowning was another, death should be quick not a drawn out process. So he had settled on the perfect idea. Gas.

He could easily make fluorine gas from household products; the only problem was constructing the airtight chamber to test his subjects. You were only lucky once. So now he had his chamber built and had run several experiments through it. Each time they fell to the ground gasping and screaming for air, their eyes turning red as the gas entered their nervous system. It was perfect.

For the next few weeks he had built up quite a supply, the plan was simple. Or so the voices had said. Get enough of the perfection as they had called it and release it into a large group. Then educational value would be immense. But there was always a back up.

He sat there on his bed; little more than a filthy mattress with a rag over it. On his lap he held the back up, a burnished black automatic shotgun. Not so much for killing but a shot at the legs would give him knowledge of the anguish. So now it was complete. But where to strike? The voices recommended a concert, but that didn’t seem like a good idea, it was open air so it would have little effect. What he needed was something, solid, with high window and very narrow interior.

It was perfect. The balcony reserved for clergy made it perfect. The doors were three-inch thick solid turn of the century oak. The walls were stone and mortar. And the stained glass windows were airtight. The Voices were content and gave him an hour to get ready. The mask was important; it would protect him from the grand experiment as the Voices had called it.

The church was packed, carefully he reversed his car up to the door to prevent the people getting out then headed upstairs to the balcony. In a grey duffle bag was the gas. Contained in jars with small explosive charges. The shotgun was slung around his shoulder and knocked against the wooden ribbed stonewalls with each step. As the congregation started to sing he smiled. He opens the bag and takes out the first two jars. The just waits for the right moment. The Voices were back now urging him on. Go on do it, you know you want this. We agreed. Finally the congregation fell to prayer. It is unknown if any of them heard the tinkle of glass.

Within a minute they were coughing and spluttering, gasping for air and clutching their throats. Aside from the wails came seven bags from the shotgun taking down over a dozen people heading for the vestry. The man felt a tingle in his back, and then he found it hard to breathe. The mask! He had forgotten the mask! The voices laughed.

Now you get the ultimate education. You will learn how suffering feels and shall feel the anguish you have given to those people. You are weak and easily manipulated. Child.

The voices had never called him a child. As he felt his life slipping away he gingerly gripped the shotgun with his trembling hands and turned it to face him. Slowly he put the barrel in his mouth, his life leaving his body with every second. With a great deal of effort he pulled the trigger. The last thing he saw was the painted image of Christ looking down at him with two glaring eyes.

The voices were gone, for the rest of eternity all he saw was black.

TIK-TOK,TIK-TOK

The cruel hands of time
Takes from us, all we hold precious
Yet I'll always be there
Hovering over you, like a humming-bird

I’ll be there, always loving
Always forgiving, and never forgetting
Never forgetting the love in your eyes
How the pain runs deep in your eyes

Prepared many of speeches for you
Yet under the spotlight
In the heated glare of the limelight
All I could utter was; I love you

Time crawled, moments thawed out
All stood frozen, still, but the
Mist in the air

I held you again, yet
My tears I could hold no longer

It all felt right again,
Felt as though we were one again
It was as if we could mold

Your tortured soul
Your aching heart
I pled guilty to both

Love don't you know
I would give my life for you
Precious forgive me

In a wretched world
One of demons and devils I remain
Bitter hatefilled creatures keep me
Surrounded, I struggle to retain sanity

Fiends Feed on my love and youth
Driven, desperate to penetrate my soul
Determined to devour it whole

Their supply of hate deems endless
I'm relentlessly teased by their ways of sin
Yet the love in your eyes
Remain my only source of strength

Hope my tower of power
Tower who’s walls I'll defend to my end
I am as Phoenix rising from ashes to flight

Now as hope has set my wings aflame,
I'll light-up the sky, blazing with hope

Hope to fall in love with you all over again
Hope of holding your hand, kissing your lips again
Hope of laying with you, sleeping in peace again

My love, every night and everyday
I could not hear your cries
Not being there, my greatest crime

Father Moonlight, he never told me
No longer will he speak to me

There was a pause, crawl of time ceased
The silver light broke through clouds
Moon seeped through the broken clouds

The clouds of pain and sorrow in her eyes
Life rushing through me like new blood
Barriers fall, collapsing before my eyes

Soft fingers of the morning current
Run through her hair, fainth I can hear,
Hear a whisper in the wind,

It is love reminding me once again
With a whisper in the gentle breeze:
"YOU MUST BELIEVE".


Ali Khaghani
Copyright ©2001 Ali Khaghani

Honesty,

He loved so strong
He loved too much
He loved all he could touch
Love he gave freely
He wore his heart on his sleeve

He cared so much
He cared for so many
No one believed he could
He didn’t know he couldn’t

He believed in friends
He gave them all he had
He would have died for them
They took it all, never
Once did they look back

He did nothing half filled
He did it all full tilt
He pushed it all to the limit
He’d never settled for nothing
Too stubborn to ever learn quit

He always took the blame
He always bore the guilt
He layed it all on the line
He lost it all, but wouldn’t back down
Until the day nothing was left to him

Nothing left to his name
Nothing for which, he still cared
He saw the world as it could be
He saw the world as it should be
He fought the good fight everyday
He fought for our right to live free

Today as his eyes peer to his reflection
A bare, empty world surrounds him
Nothing is now left to him,
All he gave, all he loved,
All he believed so strongly about
Willfully he’d given all he had,
They left him empty, alone

To fight the memories
No friends to stand his side,
No friends to fight his fights,
No love to care for his wounds,
No love to love him and swoon

All his home and his fortune,
Of all that was left was a worthless debris
Now they all are laid to waste, even
His dreams, sadly were found to be
Nothing but programed unconscious perjury

Life time of effort, nothing but a pack of lies
His enemy now assaults him within
He battles every minute of everyday to
Refute hate, this immanent bitterness

So, you dare question his honesty
Questioning his, integrity
Who are you, how dare you
Who or what crowned you judge of humanity

He’s watched lives taken a hundred ways
He’s seen souls stolen at a child’sbirth

He’s seen the oppressed, broken and hungry
Rise up with wrath and topple countries

Seen them meet their end with open arms
Seen them send their young to the frontlines
Seen Innocent babies, disintegrate in minefields

He’s watched man trade his flesh and life for steel
Seen the pauper take on the machines
He’s watched a children’s lives traded for a tank

Seen youth and innocence raped and stolen
Taken away by a men perverse and unkind

He’s watched men and women
Perform unreal acts for a dollar bill

Seen the hungry children feed on their own sibblings
He’s watched a homeless humanity eat rubble daily

He’s seen such agony, such misery, that
The devil himself wept in sight of such suffering

Been from one end to the other of this here land
Futility of man, obsidian the souvenirs he found
This wretched kind has left in his heart and his hand
The few and far between glimpses of beauty,

Remaining to be found, as such was the love
Man once held for this land, evidances were far
Too distant in between to reflect
A glare, a tiny even glimpse of hope in his mind

Today he’s finds himself here, in and amongst you
With a heart filled of hundreds and thousand’s
Misery, shouting cries of his despair for all to hear
To appease and ascertain the few who still feel

Yet ignorant here you stand in his face
Deaf, dumb, and blind, mocking his suffering

Tragic, your lives, these fecades of living you endure
Suffering such miseries as Two timing lovers,
Breaking hearts, trading compassion for a tease

Sheltered and unenlighted by a world which insists
That you turn and look away , each and everytime
From the suffering faces of humanity, look down

Look at your hands, it is not your blood on those
Hands, alas your told this pain is not of yours
To be tending, you see the biggest of all

Crimes is ignorance, such ignorance that no
Punishment ever could suffice, none would be
Adequate penalty, namely a few of these

Crimes of ignorance include; entire nation
Unaware of its acting government initiating and
Waging a war clear across the land, a war
Between two ancient enemies, a hatefilled

Horrifying, terrible war, for a noble cause
After all, to relieve a suffering economy

Two enemies both spent their wealth in war
Both purchased weaponry this great nation of ours
Benefiting us all, a bloody scorned war, relentless,

As it waged, and raged on just short of
Ninty six months, just a million innocent people
Died, thats all, yet this great nation made money,

Profiting from it all, sure thats fair, well
Most of you did not know, and thats a crime
Majority of you, at this very moment, now knowing
Still don’t care, foolish I waste my breath, for most of

You ‘tis today still do not know the proccess by which
Your president is elected, majority are still under the
False belief of control, majority as yet still do not even

Know the job, alas the function of a lobbyist within the
Structure of the system, their role in a congressional house

Please please look away, for this is not gonna be pretty
I almost feel penance upon your souls, upon our souls
Sadly I can say now that I understand, and I do, for

I’m here and here I’ve been for decades, here in and
Amongst you, seeing, watching your inability,
Watching the system keep you blind, yet is
That a justifiable excuse, should the government
Be allowed to clone man to stand as its soldiers

Else as in today waging yet another war, said to be inspite,
Reality hued by a massive surge of emotion, a calculated
Crime, a war of simple gains, to retain and remain in
Control of the heroin and opium trade of the world

Other small crimes such as passing world effecting policies,
Prolonging the use of oil based fuel across the globe
All while carbonmonoxide will lay waste to thousands and
Thousands, soon to be millions around the world, as

Countless new diseases rear each and every year, alone
Of the surplus of intake from this ungodly chemical
Hideose the results of some of them on the human’s fragile
Bodies, Many of your children will suffer from the likes of
Chromes disease, this beast eats away at your organs within,

Disorders such as OCD and many many more, many
More yet undiscovered will rear in ten years, and
We all stand here, stand and do nothing, all while

More than thirty years has passed, thirty years
Scince usage of all oil based fuel could have been seceded
All could have been disposed and retired, all replaced by

Clean and less hazardous sources, we could have long ago
Ended this crime, yet while US holds the largest oil reserves
In the entire world, withholding while using up other’s
Resources, in order to tap theirs, Thus only then with a

Desperate world in need of fuel begin to pump from
Our massive fields, which as of now lay dorment, and
Feed the world of its dire need, as desperate the world
Will pay the highest of tags they can afford in order
To satisfy their demand of this commodity

I weep for the innocent children
I weep for the pain of all our punishment
Hence there is a balance amidst this chaos

This chaos we effectionaly call our world
A balance which is far far less forgiving
So tell me who are you to question me, fool
What pretentious right do you claim to bare

I weep for you fool
I weep for all your sins
I weep for I am true
I weep for you all just maybe clones.

AK
Copyright ©2002 AK

Nothing much, but it's something I wrote.

Worth a second look?


"Halfway"


It seemed like I’d been climbing forever. The kid picked well. By the time I reached the top I was wondering if I’d be too late, but luckily, he was still sitting there on the edge of the roof when I found him. I still had time.

“Hey!” I called out. “Be careful! You might fall, sitting that close.” The kid mumbled something without turning his head as I walked up to him. “Pardon? I didn’t catch that.” I lied.

“I said, ‘That’s the idea.’ I’m jumping.” The kid was still staring off over the edge.

“Now, why would you want to do something like that? You’re young. Seems kind of a waste to throw away so many years…”

The kid snickered, and spat over the side of the building. “It would be a waste if I didn’t. Waste of food, of oxygen, of time-space… It’s not like I’m doing anything. It’s not like it’ll matter…”

“Come on, it can’t be all that bad. I’m sure someone would miss you.” I tried reasoning with him. He seemed a smart kid, just stressed out. I hoped it would work.

“Of course people would miss me. Anyone who knows me will miss me. Some of them might even cry. People fear change, even small ones that don’t really mean anything.”

The kid was too smart. He’d obviously thought this out… “Well, what about the people your death would affect greatly? Your family, your friends?” Cliches, I know, but sometimes they work.

“Friends? What friends? The kids at school all think I’m some goody two shoes snitch because my dad’s a preacher. They don’t want me around. And my family… They don’t want me around because I’m NOT a goody two shoes snitch…”

“Your father’s a preacher?” I had an idea. I’d hoped it would work…

“Yeah, so?”

“Then, I’m sure you know that suicide is the only unforgivable sin.”

“Your point?”

“Well, you wouldn’t want to spend eternity burning in Hell, would you?”

“Have you ever read the poem ‘Tomlinson’ by Kipling?”

“No, I’m afraid I-”

“It’s about a man who had no soul, because he never did anything. He never lifted a finger to help another man, nor hurt them. When he died, he was trapped between worlds, not good enough for Heaven, but not evil enough for Hell. It was said that being trapped between them was worse than anything Hell could do to him.”

It wasn’t working. “Have you ever been badly burned?” I asked. One last shot at reasoning…

“Yeah,” he replied. “I have, once. The pain was bad, but once you get past it, it was kind of… Beautiful.” His voice had grown distant… I’d lost him. Time for plan B.

“Look,” the kid started talking before I got a chance. “I know my dad sent you. He wouldn’t even come himself. What does that tell you?”

“If I had been him, would you have listened, or jumped already?”

He laughed, and nodded. “Yeah, I see your point. Still, you’re not going to stop me from jumping.”

“I’m not here to stop you from jumping. I’m here to stop you from going to Hell.”

He didn’t understand. None of them ever did. He started to turn around, to ask what I meant. They always did, he was no different. It was the first time he’d even moved to look at me… He never got the chance.

The first bullet sank into his skull a little high and left on the back. I had to step forward to make the second shot; he was already toppling over the side. The second entered just behind his left ear. I figure, between two shots and the fall, he’d be dead for sure. I was afraid any less might have only paralyzed him, or made him brain dead. This way, though, he was sure to avoid the fire. He was a good kid, just lost. He didn’t deserve to burn in hell, not for being lost… None of the kids I’d helped did. All they ever sought was peace—now, maybe they’d finally find it.

And, if it means facing the fires of hell myself… I don’t mind. I’ve made my choice. I’ll take an eternity of torture if it means saving others from the same fate. I think it’s more than a fair trade.