The Chatty Grim Reaper: Nocturnes for the Soul


 

 

 

 

The Chatty Grim Reaper: Nocturnes for the Soul

A City on a Rock besieged all around by infidels and invaders. 

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Raging battles lasting in to the night and well into the next day. It would seem that the chaos would never end. But as the Wise Sage expounded A City on a Hill Cannot be hid.

Stalwart Warriors All We fight on through desolation and isolation Courage and Bravery never ends.  In the midst of conflict appears the Delirium Room.  Then I realized that this was not my room any more and I needed to be transported to a Brand New Room.  Amidst the two natures of man were two doorways Repulsion and Attraction.

Please Forward me a Small Studiolo Fully Furnished which I will name the Studio of Despair.  I caught wisps of ghosts and they need somewhere to stay for just a fortnight.

Treacherous wild climbing Ivy Kudzu unraveling flower like tentacles encasing the living into the dead.

 

 

 

The Struggle of the Two Natures in Man
The Struggle of the Two Natures in Man George Grey Barnard (American, Bellefonte, Pennsylvania 1863–1938 New York)

 

Obsidian gave way to Dayforming Gold Rays

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Island of the Damned - Bocklin

 

 

 

 

A City on a Rock 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Chatty Grim Reaper: The Thickening Darkness of Blank Pages


 

 

The Chatty Grim Reaper: The Thickening Darkness of Blank Pages

 

A world teeming with Virtual Minutiae

Augmented Faces

Neural Networks

Mutilated Mannequins

Naked Apartments and Gypsy Housing

 

Soul Transporter + The Splattering of feet and ideas

You espied my Loneliness as a Thickening of the Darkness surrounding my soul

 

Sneaker Coffin
Sneaker Coffin @ The Brooklyn Museum

 

Pages Intentionally Left Blank

 

I can hear the screech of seagulls in the distance cruelly circling scavenging viscera from my nightmares

 

Struggle Dance

 

Packs of rats that eat anything and everything in their way including each other.

Finding her broken battered sliced up body parts he put her in a box labeled No Return

I lay there atop the early morning dawn beach. Sand in my hair, face and mouth. I spit out some grains as I slowly and painfully tried to raise myself up to at least a sitting position whilst waves of nausea assaulted my digestive track sending me onto the Vomitus Express.  Vomit make it’s way up into my throat alternately gagging and heaving in full effect. Nightmarish odors entangled my olfactory system worsening my hold on this world and imperiling me towards the next.

Propping myself up on the heels of my hands I could then see that the stench came from horribly mutilated bodies scattered all across the beach some not more than a few inches away.  Bodies once human now a mangled mashup of guts, brain matter, blood and feces decomposing along with rotting undigested remnants of their last meals.

Horrid stench but even worse how did I get here?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Straight Down the Line


 

Barbara Stanwyck is one of my favorite Old Time Movie Actresses. Many aspects of her personality resonate with me. I’m a Tough Woman. Born and Raised in the School of Hard Knocks. Also I tend to be brutally blunt. No filters. Meaning I will tell you exactly how I feel.  Don’t ask me what I think about a subject unless you’re prepared for the brutal honest truth.  Yes I do have a bad temper which I usually keep in check unless you keep pushing that B-Button and the B does not stand for Beautiful.

No Rose Colored Glasses. I run a No Bullshit Zone. If you say or do something I don’t like I will tell you right, quick and in a hurry. I tend to keep people at a distance. I will Close the Door on you and Never Ever Look back.  I’m not the traditional, submissive, milquetoast female.

I’ve been abandoned and betrayed so often that No I don’t trust anyone.  So people either accept how I am or they can Fuck Off. Pick one. I don’t suffer fools gladly.  Keep your Dumbfuckery to yourself.  I stick up for the underdog. Those that society has cast to the side. I can’t stand cruelty to animals, the elderly, disabled or anyone who is unable to fight back.  I don’t like bullies.  I understand weakness. It is not a character flaw. For some it takes a while to rise above the fear. I’ve not been entirely successful but I’m getting there.

My Dad had an expression, “Don’t Mistake kindness for weakness.”  In the Army we had an expression, “Don’t let you mouth write checks that your ass can’t cash.”

Straight. No Chaser.

I’m a Survivalist. My horns are holding up my halo.  My broken halo.

You either Love me or hate me. But always Respect me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Decorated or Defiled


 

Decorated or Defiled

An Old Year Happily Discarded

Slate fresh clean Brand New

 

Last year’s implosion old news

Broken, Battered and Beat Up 2017 has left the building

 

And We Danced. And We Danced. And We Danced. Until the Dream was over.

What we run away from is what may save us

 

That being Moxie and Mystery

 

Tapestry pulled into the murky underbelly of a concussion

Pain, sorrow and death are are bosom buddies  Boon companions following your every step.  I kissed a rose and bled deeply and profusely through the thorns.

Muddy Murdered Mannequins being dragged though slimy red clay

Bashed in heads semi-attached to conflicted torsos. Splattered blood pointillism across the magic carpets

There is a bird inside me pecking out my innards screeching release.

 

 

 

2018 is filled with Amplified Astronomical Moxie

 

Religion

“Absorb what is useful and discard what is useless.” ~ Bruce Lee