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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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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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.
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
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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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.
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!”
