Thirst

Noise

Its noise

Piercing my mind

Screaming for me to feed

 

People

Just people

They have no clue

What I am capable of

 

Drink

Must drink

On their blood

Fresh, red and warm

 

Taste

Just taste

My sticky saliva

On their pulsing skin

 

Bite

My Bite

Opens vein

Pleasing my thirst

 

Quenched

Hunger Quenched

Satisfying blackened heart

Until noise screams to feed again

 

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The Church

How could I forget?

Sacrilege scorched

To the back of my eyelids

And I see it over and over

Every time I close my eyes

 

This terrible memory

Has not been lost over time

As I recall that cruel night

A night as black as pitch

And the cold, icy and biting

 

From my bedroom window

I could see the church on the hill

A beacon of hope standing the test of time

Now engulfed in a flaming fiery blaze

That could have come from Hell itself

 

The star lit sky was bright orange

While the smoke created patterns

Swirling in the wind that fanned the blaze

The structure began to fail

Stone collapsed and wood splintered

 

Fixated by this terrible sight

I swear I saw dark shadows

Dancing around the fire

Their gestures in celebration of

The demise of this symbol of good

 

Mesmerised by the moment

I could see the flames

Through the shadows

Given the illusion of

Eyes and mouths and teeth

 

Orange red eyes that glowed

Mouths that formed toothy grins

Menacing grins that turned

Into what looked like

Open mouthed laughter

 

Each gesture melding into the next

With each shape changing and

Melting into the next demonic shape

And all I could do was stand my ground

Watching this terrible event unfurl

 

I didn’t sleep much that night

To a young boy witnessing

Such a cruel, frightening vision

My dreams were tormented by

The shadows scratching at my window

 

The next morning I woke

And sprung to my window

Had I witness a terrible nightmare

No; there it was the smouldering

Scorched unholy skeleton

 

I quietly wept, for hope had burned to the ground.

 

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Song’s from the Movies

With MIB International come to Cinemas this week, I thought I’d post this from the third in the series and I have to say, by just a smidge, the best in the series.

Back In Time sung by American rapper Pitbull was released as the lead single for the soundtrack of Men in Black 3 but isn’t featured on the album. It was though released as the lead single from his seventh studio album, Global Warming.

Back in Time

MIB3Let’s excuse me babyBiT
Go, yeah you baby
Back, ooh you groovy baby
In, let’s make a movie baby
Time, excuse me baby
Let’s, yeah you baby
Go, ooh you groovy baby
Back in, let’s make a movie baby
Time

It’s Mr Worldwide, Agent A, Reporting live
From Cape Canaveral, MK, Big Syphe, let’s ride

Back, back, in, in, time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You’re the one

Miami equals black mask, black clothes
With a little bit of rope to tie, I flipped it
Black suits, white shirts, black glasses with a matching tie
Like Agent J or Agent K, and I wish the whole world would
Ok, I’m tryin’ make a billion out of 15 cents
Understand, understood
I’m a go-getter, mover, shaker, culture, bury a boarder, record-breaker won’t cha
Give credit where credit is due don’t cha
Know that I don’t give a number two
Y’all just halfway thoughts
Not worth the back of my mind
But to understand the future we have to go back in time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You’re the one

I got the globe, yeah, in the palm of my hand
Wherever I spin it, that’s where I land
Let’s save the world
Men In Black I know you understand
Stop the movement, they can try if they want to
Ignorar lo latino, si, they can try if they want to
What Pit solves is a bit raw
Took like jigsaw and built it all
Despite a big loss, I’d bet it all
And fought blind against the world, Ray Charles
Y’all just halfway thoughts
Not worth the back of my mind
But to understand the future, we have to go back in time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You’re the one

Let’s excuse me baby
Go, yeah you baby
Back, ooh you groovy baby
In, let’s make a movie baby
Time, excuse me baby
Let’s, yeah you baby
Go, ooh you groovy baby
Back in, let’s make a movie baby
Time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You’re the one

 

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My Special Guest tonight is…

Charles Baudelaire and The Vampire

Charles Pierre Baudelaire born in  April 1821 was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and pioneering translator of Edgar Allan Poe.

Edgar Allan Poe, need I say anymore.

The Vampire

You that, like a dagger’s thrust,
Have entered my complaining heart,
You that, stronger than a host
Of demons, came, wild yet prepared;

Within my mind’s humility
You made your bed and your domain;
– Infamous one who’s bound to me
Like any felon by his chain,

Like a gambler by his games,
Like the bottle and the sot,
Like the worms in one’s remains,
– Damn you! Damnation be your lot!

I’ve begged the merciful, swift sword
To overcome my liberty –
To poison I have said the word:
Save me from poltroonery.

Alas the sword! Alas the poison!
Contemptuous, they spoke to me
“You never can deserve remission
Of your accursed slavery,

“Imbecile! – If our deadly empire
Freed you from your present fate,
Your kiss would soon resuscitate
The cold cadaver of your vampire!”