Dead Girl Walking
(First a little blurby... I've been writing a lot of poetry in a form of musical lyrics. If you or someone you know would like to make this into a song, please contact me. This particular piece was inspired jointly by a character in my next book, and by a certain photo I found on deviant art. I will try to find a link to the photo and post it. Here it is...)
Dead Girl Walking
I've been walking
Walking with the dead
Girl I've been talking
Talking with the dead
How she sings
The flesh slipping down her skull
Make a pretty face
Vomit
I've been talking
Talking withe the dead
Girl I've been walking
Walking with the dead
Long road
Narrow pass
Desolation greets
At the mouth of the tunnel
Your red socks
Black dress and nobby knees
Held together by a key
On a scarlet ribbon
And a smile
Don't drop your face
Dead girl walkin
Monday, January 24, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Musings from Muse and The Fray
This is the last time I'll abandon you
And this is
The last time I'll forget you
I wish I could
Look to the stars
Let hope burn in your eyes
And we'll love and we'll hate and we'll die
All to no avail, all to no avail
* * * *
Don't talk, don't say a thing
Cause your eyes they tell me more than your words
Don't go, don't leave me now
Cause they say the best way out is through
And I am short on words knowing what's occurred
She begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
And this is
The last time I'll forget you
I wish I could
Look to the stars
Let hope burn in your eyes
And we'll love and we'll hate and we'll die
All to no avail, all to no avail
* * * *
Don't talk, don't say a thing
Cause your eyes they tell me more than your words
Don't go, don't leave me now
Cause they say the best way out is through
And I am short on words knowing what's occurred
She begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
Friday, December 03, 2010
John Merrick kidnapped by faeries
Apparently I am an expert on John Merrick.
An expert? How so? you ask.
Well, my blog gets dozens of hits per day to this page right here:
http://flyintheholyoil.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html
John Merrick was known as "The Elephant Man" because he had a rare skin disease.
Well, now I am here to tell you the WHOLE STORY.
Here's a little poem by Isaac Watts that was a favorite of John Merrick:
'Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind's the standard of the man.
It is interesting when you think about the fact that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and there is a beauty of spirit that transcends any grotesqueness of body.
Fairies, conceptually, are all about beautiful little creatures that wreak havoc, causing misery and misfortune wherever they go. If you think about it, there are some parallels.
The important thing is that Merrick was actually kidnapped by fairies (that bad sort) as an infant and brought back with all these physical deformities. How he lived his life thereafter is a testament to courage.
As for me, I'm trying to kidnap my own blog and bring it back on topic.
Cheers!
Basil
www.campfae.org
An expert? How so? you ask.
Well, my blog gets dozens of hits per day to this page right here:
http://flyintheholyoil.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html
John Merrick was known as "The Elephant Man" because he had a rare skin disease.
Well, now I am here to tell you the WHOLE STORY.
Here's a little poem by Isaac Watts that was a favorite of John Merrick:
'Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind's the standard of the man.
It is interesting when you think about the fact that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and there is a beauty of spirit that transcends any grotesqueness of body.
Fairies, conceptually, are all about beautiful little creatures that wreak havoc, causing misery and misfortune wherever they go. If you think about it, there are some parallels.
The important thing is that Merrick was actually kidnapped by fairies (that bad sort) as an infant and brought back with all these physical deformities. How he lived his life thereafter is a testament to courage.
As for me, I'm trying to kidnap my own blog and bring it back on topic.
Cheers!
Basil
www.campfae.org
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Silence the Feeling
There is nothing so lonely
As knowing
That I cannot love you
You think you have a nightmare
But you do not know
Can never know
The storm
There is nothing so lovely
As knowing
That I love you
As knowing
That I cannot love you
You think you have a nightmare
But you do not know
Can never know
The storm
There is nothing so lovely
As knowing
That I love you
The Desolate Places
The desolate places
dry without thirst
water without fire
the empty places
consuming all
all but desire
The desolate places
search the world
and you shall find none
so desolate as my soul
Live ineffably gives birth
moment consumes moment
until all that is left are
The desolate places
No love but no rejection
No peace but no pain
No rest but no fear
The dry languid consequence of soul
dry without thirst
water without fire
the empty places
consuming all
all but desire
The desolate places
search the world
and you shall find none
so desolate as my soul
Live ineffably gives birth
moment consumes moment
until all that is left are
The desolate places
No love but no rejection
No peace but no pain
No rest but no fear
The dry languid consequence of soul
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Yellow
This is a beautiful song. My daughter has been trying to get me interested in it, and tonight was the first time I actually sat down and listened to it. Great stuff!
Yellow, by Coldplay
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow"
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all "Yellow"
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know,
You know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cause you were all "Yellow"
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all "Yellow"
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know
For you I'd bleed myself dry
For you I'd bleed myself dry
It's true, look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do
Yellow, by Coldplay
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow"
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all "Yellow"
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know,
You know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cause you were all "Yellow"
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all "Yellow"
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know
For you I'd bleed myself dry
For you I'd bleed myself dry
It's true, look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sticks and Stones, Luv...
I wasn't meaning to become so philosophical when I posted this little blurb:
I'll just tell you now
'cause I dont think you know
The things you tried to kill
I found a way to grow
I'll just tell you now
You may have made your mark
But I'm still here today
Knowing who you are
I'll just tell you now
I wasn't meaning to become philosophical, but someone unfortunately asked me "who is killing"?
That question has an easy answer and a hard answer.
The easy answer is to tell yourself that you are the only one who has the power to destroy your own life. It is so common and so easy to tell someone that only they can control their mood, that they only they can give themselves a bad day, that how we meet something (whether face on, accepting it, or whether as a victim) is 100% in our own hands. But that philosophical notion does not take into account the reality of the fact that being demoralized by others can actually and truly be demoralizing. It takes a great deal of personal struggle to rise up above demoralization.
Part of that is learning, teaching yourself, to not allow demoralizing influences to demoralize you. But it is truly easier said than done. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me" sounds all good and well, but generally it isn't true. More harm is done by words than any other way. Words inflame passions, they cause misunderstandings, and often these passions and misunderstandings lead to even worse problems. Wordless demoralization can be even more intense than demoralization by words. The phrase actions speak louder than words, is a notion to be reckoned with.
How often does a look demoralize someone even more than mere words? Or how often can silence demoralize someone? The silence, for example, you find if someone refuses to ever speak to you again?
The "hard" answer would be to accuse someone, or to point out someone's faults as if they were deliberately and intentionally causing you personal harm. This is both hard because it has the tone of accusation associated with it, and hard because you don't really want to mention the fact that someone is demoralizing you, whether it is intentional or unintentional on their part.
I find that, philosophically, neither the hard nor the easy approach give any solution. All a person who feels they have been victimized (such as I feel) can do is say that they forgive. It is difficult in many ways to forgive someone who doesn't recognize any fault with respect to you. Would the Christian thing to do be to confront them with their faults, even if it stirs up more trouble and hardship in everyone's life, when you've got peace about it all yourself, and don't want to put yourself through that turmoil all over again?
It would be cease to be useful if I stirred up dust again, especially now that the dust has settled.
Another "easy answer" is to blame the devil, the deceiver, the divider, the one who stirs up trouble and alienation between people. I find that approach equally unsatisfactory, since the devil needs some help. He really can do nothing without us.
So, I am left with asking myself: is it I who have helped the devil make progress in your lives, separating you from one another, and from God, from me, by giving you such wonderful reasons to hate me?
If you go up to someone out of the blue and say "I forgive you" does it not imply you are accusing them of some offense? And if you go up to someone out of the blue and say "forgive me" does it imply that you are acknowledging in yourself of some secret offense you've committed in your heart against them? Is not an obvious answer to each of these questions, "what for?"
Personal relationships are truly confounding, confusing, troubling, and plagued with misunderstandings. I can sometimes understand why a person would chose to live as a recluse in a cave, cut off from all others. But then there would be no opportunity for forgiveness, understanding, love, would there?
I wish I could say to everyone: I love you, and I forgive you, and I bear no ill-will against you, and I do not accuse you of ever intentionally harming me, and I too, do not feel any sense of wishing to harm you in my heart or soul. Anything you have heard to the contrary is a falsehood. I encourage you to confront the falsehoods, to seek peace, and love and understanding. Everything else in life is a waste of time and energy. Everything else in life will lead you to destruction.
As for me, the thing that someone, something, some power, or some entity tried to stamp out, to kill, to destroy, has become for me life, and peace, and love, and a path into the future. I am sorry if this bothers you in any way.
I'll just tell you now
'cause I dont think you know
The things you tried to kill
I found a way to grow
I'll just tell you now
You may have made your mark
But I'm still here today
Knowing who you are
I'll just tell you now
I wasn't meaning to become philosophical, but someone unfortunately asked me "who is killing"?
That question has an easy answer and a hard answer.
The easy answer is to tell yourself that you are the only one who has the power to destroy your own life. It is so common and so easy to tell someone that only they can control their mood, that they only they can give themselves a bad day, that how we meet something (whether face on, accepting it, or whether as a victim) is 100% in our own hands. But that philosophical notion does not take into account the reality of the fact that being demoralized by others can actually and truly be demoralizing. It takes a great deal of personal struggle to rise up above demoralization.
Part of that is learning, teaching yourself, to not allow demoralizing influences to demoralize you. But it is truly easier said than done. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me" sounds all good and well, but generally it isn't true. More harm is done by words than any other way. Words inflame passions, they cause misunderstandings, and often these passions and misunderstandings lead to even worse problems. Wordless demoralization can be even more intense than demoralization by words. The phrase actions speak louder than words, is a notion to be reckoned with.
How often does a look demoralize someone even more than mere words? Or how often can silence demoralize someone? The silence, for example, you find if someone refuses to ever speak to you again?
The "hard" answer would be to accuse someone, or to point out someone's faults as if they were deliberately and intentionally causing you personal harm. This is both hard because it has the tone of accusation associated with it, and hard because you don't really want to mention the fact that someone is demoralizing you, whether it is intentional or unintentional on their part.
I find that, philosophically, neither the hard nor the easy approach give any solution. All a person who feels they have been victimized (such as I feel) can do is say that they forgive. It is difficult in many ways to forgive someone who doesn't recognize any fault with respect to you. Would the Christian thing to do be to confront them with their faults, even if it stirs up more trouble and hardship in everyone's life, when you've got peace about it all yourself, and don't want to put yourself through that turmoil all over again?
It would be cease to be useful if I stirred up dust again, especially now that the dust has settled.
Another "easy answer" is to blame the devil, the deceiver, the divider, the one who stirs up trouble and alienation between people. I find that approach equally unsatisfactory, since the devil needs some help. He really can do nothing without us.
So, I am left with asking myself: is it I who have helped the devil make progress in your lives, separating you from one another, and from God, from me, by giving you such wonderful reasons to hate me?
If you go up to someone out of the blue and say "I forgive you" does it not imply you are accusing them of some offense? And if you go up to someone out of the blue and say "forgive me" does it imply that you are acknowledging in yourself of some secret offense you've committed in your heart against them? Is not an obvious answer to each of these questions, "what for?"
Personal relationships are truly confounding, confusing, troubling, and plagued with misunderstandings. I can sometimes understand why a person would chose to live as a recluse in a cave, cut off from all others. But then there would be no opportunity for forgiveness, understanding, love, would there?
I wish I could say to everyone: I love you, and I forgive you, and I bear no ill-will against you, and I do not accuse you of ever intentionally harming me, and I too, do not feel any sense of wishing to harm you in my heart or soul. Anything you have heard to the contrary is a falsehood. I encourage you to confront the falsehoods, to seek peace, and love and understanding. Everything else in life is a waste of time and energy. Everything else in life will lead you to destruction.
As for me, the thing that someone, something, some power, or some entity tried to stamp out, to kill, to destroy, has become for me life, and peace, and love, and a path into the future. I am sorry if this bothers you in any way.
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