A Well Remembered Dream

We walked along a golden beach with a purple sky.
The trees, oh, the trees. The most luscious green I ever did see.
The sea was also green, but it was different.
The purple and the sea green mixed together and danced.
The ever changing colour was mystical.
We held hands as we walked.
The words we spoke I couldn't hear.
I couldn't feel the sand between my toes.
I couldn't smell the sea air.
But my heart raced.
I watched from far away as we walked
Just out of reach of the tides ebb and flow
But I came closer to hear our words.
By the time I came close enough
We had stopped and I asked you
"Could you love me if I changed?"
You told me that 'it didn't matter.'
You looked me in my muddy eyes
"You could arrange the stars in my honour
And push the moon away,
You could brush away the mountains
And drain the sea,
I will always love you."
Her hair was the coat of a panther
Or the feathers a raven
Or pelt of the Kuroi Ookami.
Like the soul, perhaps?
Her eyes changed their colour
Like the sea we shared.
To every colour imaginable
And all those in between.
Her skin was as pale as the moon
And purer than angels.
"I will return," she said
"When you need me the most."
I pleaded that I needed her now.
"No, you will need me later
And I will be there for you.
I love you"
She left me standing there
And as I now saw through my eyes
I could feel the pang of tears
But none ran down my face.
She flowed as she walked away.
"I will wait. Just don't let me wait too long."
I wake.

Mortal Until the End

What a difference it makes, time.

For what was once a great flame

Now lingers only in memory as an ember

That flickers ever so slow.

It erodes what was the foundation

Of great civilizations

And it wakes the Earth

To spew out it's mantle.

Gold of the pious and ungodly

Grows fickle and rusts

As does all of its brother metals.

No cache is spared.

These mortal bodies decay

As these are shells to

Harbinger the souls of saints

And yes, those of evil.

Time, it lays waste to all we know,

To all we love and hate,

To all we forget and remember,

To all we never knew and and never will.

The great Leviathan and Behemoth,

They too fall to this Themis.

Only He of unworldly status,

He who is the creator of such

Is immune.

The three and a half year riegn

And from such water that feeds the fields the Dragon, the Great Corrupt reveals his fiend of perfect heads with metric crowns and rebel names. Such power would he attain. For the Great Corrupt spat acid bath unto every name of God, our Lord, as no epitaph was given to the fiend from gnashing, blasphemed seas as a wound of mortal bane was taken from such so through kingship reign. But only for such time as to steal the souls of men. Through proud words and blasphemies he sneered as though saints were disease and to the cage the following go and to the sword the disciples go.

You are cordially invited to...

A hallowed chorus echoes in the deep woods.

White smoke stains the black sky grey.

Flaming torches fly side by side together humming,

Enchanting those whose lives are soon to change.

The dead cold creeps ever closer.

Gnawing on the limbs of children dancing.

Laughter's hollow sound is swallowed quick by Bacchus hushing,

By opiates. These stay the cold, for now.

The fire grows higher as the bodies count.

Yet some slip away to regret the night.

Pagan on their tongues yet rusted nails bleed in their hands

And all the while debauchery flows.

The excess begins to show on the yellow grass trod dead.

Weeping mixed with harrowing cries as lovers break to find new ties.

Flowers picked at bud slow the hearts, and slow the breathing.

Some will not be found to have been dead until the evening.

Some will birth new life out of weak will.

Some will choke on wine and will never see the dawn.

Some will befriend the needle and will weave a life soon short.

Some will carry plagues as a secret.

A horror chorus echoes in the morn.

Black smoke stains the white sky grey.

Fading lives exhausted trudge the putrid stomach floor.

All will end breathless, lifeless, bloodless and no more.

Unlet

From the heart comes a wily winged spawn

Eyes treacherous bleeding the winds of dawn

And portraying its thoughts, as a psychic fiend,

To drive men wild in to the horn of Re'em,

In to the maw of Gods Leviathan seen.

And he, the demon of black, horrid heart,

Born from the years under the fist of Hate

Spread his wings and flew to the gate

Of the souls unresting, weakening cage.

With the key of life held in hand,

With reigns in the other, locks fell there and

The white beast with eyes of knowledge roars

"The accuser will die. My father is mine."

Some times you just have to say 'what the fudge?'

How to begin... Well, in typical Ronan fashion, I'll be completely straight.

Today I witnessed a decapitation.

My friend today showed me a video of a Russian Neo-Nazi decapitation and shooting. This was real. This was in no way, shape or form fake. It was a real video sent in to the Russian media. DO NOT LOOK IT UP! I am not writing this to send some morbid curiosity to you, the reader, to look this video up. I can honestly say I feel worse off as a person after seeing that video. As the bound victim was pushed by his head to the ground her let out a short, sharp, last pathetic muffled scream. The hunting knife was then shoved in to his neck and the horrific act began. It was slow. It was untrained. It was graphic. It was horrific. I would like to remind you people that having your throat cut will not kill you instantly. Not even if you slice an object index finger depth in to a throat will it kill you. It takes time for you to bleed out. It took at least a minute for the man to bleed out whilst the killer continued to slice at his throat. All the while gargled grasps made for background noise. The other was shot in a foot deep grave. The only, I repeat, the only reason why these two were killed was because they were foreign nationals. Some times you just have to say 'WHAT THE FUCK?!'

"Hell, created for Satan and his angels." Maybe so, but there are plenty of people who deserve their rightful place there.

Stone

It was under such skies,

Of which she was the eer,

Black with ten thousand eyes.

Mithra.

With such just weeping tears

That fear unleashed vex

From the jaws of her soul.

Cerberus.

It snapped and snarled,

Ripped and tore

Asunder from that of my whole.

Like that of a Juggernaut

Slaying the Gods

In spite, she slew me

With mercy no more.

"Abhor," said she

"Do I to thee.

You wretched of Adam.

Like Cain thrown to sea

Of sand." I stand no more.

Not here. For my heart is gone.

Bled in her hand it stays

Forever. Though I may endeavour

Through tears to attain

What was once gained

Through love and through pain.

Amore.

So long has it been,

That cast out of mind

The feel of joy and laugh.

December now falls,

A corridor calls,

I answer as light does fade.

...bored...

Pfff..... Nothing really going on. A bit disappointing, really. Something is usually always going on. Fairly boring last two weeks. Major floods in Gort have stopped me from going to college, not that I'm complaining. So, I've been at home helping out with things. Garden work, cooking, baking, cleaning and the like.

I pray before I go to sleep now. I find it helps fend off the depression of death and all that. If I have questions I just ask Dad. But, I don't really have anyone to 'talk' to, if you get me, about every day stuff that goes on. About a real understanding of this life.

The girls I hang out with now have introduced politics into my group. It is irritating beyond belief. The three of them are nice people, but they just have little bickering matches on a regular basis. Between themselves, fine. But when they drag my friends into it, I view it as dishonorable. And when I'm dragged into it? I view that as betrayal. Halloween night: The six of us were out having a good enough time. Later when things were dying down, Peter and Suzi got in a fight and Peter stormed off. The topic is irrelevant. I spoke to Suzi and asked what was up and she told me. I smirked a little bit. I know Peter and I knew that he'd be fine, nothing to worry about. Suzi said to me "What are you smiling at?" in a very poisonous tone. I didn't reply. Anything I said would just worsen the matter. I just shook my head and was about to turn and leave when she comes right up to me and says "You may not care about him, but Peter's my boyfriend and I do!" And she in turn stormed off. The reason why he left spits at me. This 16yr old girl takes a go at me for not caring when I've been Peters friend for more than 6 years and she hasn't known him for even for 9 months. Fucking pitiful.

This is what I mean. Fucking politics. Guys don't have politics. We get angry, we fight, it's resolved or it's not. That's it. We like you or we don't. ANY man that brings politics into a relationship is a pathetic man and person who brings a bad name to us all. The guy world is black and white when it comes to relationships. That's the way it is for many, many men. That is the way it should be in our world. But, things aren't that simple. Not when you include immature women and girls. I include the word 'immature' for a reason. Don't miss the point. I'd leave them all to fight and kill each other off, but they are entwined in my friends lives and unlike them I am loyal.

Stupid young girls and their pathetic perceptions of loyalty. Loyalty can be a burden, but it is a burden I carry gladly for a select few. Loyalty is not something you can just put down for a while if it gets heavy and pick up again when it's easier. That is betrayal, and I am no betrayer. It is something that can cost us much but in the end we will gain something greater than all we have lost put together and multiplied. I will never tolerate politics in relationships. They only tear them apart.

Take my advice; if you are in a relationship (friend, girlfriend, boyfriend, etc.) that has made politics come in to your life, leave them behind. Burn the bridge, put oil on the water and burn that too so there will be no ties left. Life is hard enough without other people coming in to yours and making you hurt. Whether that is in silence or not. It's a form of bullying, intimidation, control and manipulation. Be strong. Although it may hurt at the time, in the long run you'll be better off.