Blacktalisman

The sun calmly took its time before opening its fever stricken eyes. The sky waited patiently for it to take away its heavy gray black color. The moon remained stubborn, fighting for more time and space in the sky before the lazy sun resumed duty. It always allowed the moon shine for a while after darkness as they had agreed, but the greedy moon always threatened to breach the contract, always taking more time to exist beyond night. The moon secretly wished it had more time to enjoy the sight of the world. The beauty and glories of the sight had forged a passion for earth in the moon’s iron heart, but it only saw that beauty at dawn. Nights were mostly filled with man’s greed and horror, and sometimes the moon begged the sinister clouds to take away its sight during the height of man’s evil. Trees groaned and crickets woke in prayers. The chill from the previous night transformed into nothing as it journeyed through the bridge between night and day. There was dew and...

W hat pure work of the lightening is there to consume? So many diamonds of such endless spume. Against all wakefulness, enveloped so much in flame that made we silence of the soul, the frame. True hell and Beau's it is but death who change. And after such vanities and so many strange lapses of hellish idleness I can embrace the homes of the dead. We are at home with space. Save in we the records of death of the dead. Powerfully, this bright emptiness and the ash, my shadow in that hour begins to pass. My soul laid bare to fire of the solstice. I cling to you, ye hell admirable justice. Yes death, restore we to your pristine white that you may see yourself, or does reflected light. For me alone To me, the home Betwixt the emptiness of the opaque occurrence. I wait the echo of an inner power, of such a somber, sonorous, bitter reservoir. Do you know the false captive of the foliage? I laugh. Such devourer of grills of narrow basement gauge. O gulf, that on my closed ...

B reeze broke the night into ruckus. The grass beneath me shivered in fright as the earth vibrated in severed rhythms. A wild howl and crash tumbled through the chill, then suddenly................. Silence WINDOW EXPLODED INTO SHARDS Fire and smoke poured out of the wide wounded hole in unintelligent pieces. I covered my eyes from the fiery flash of the blast and struggled for vision. Another wild howl, this one in torn screams, close to the mow of a cow, an angered one. The contrast in the colors of noise disturbed me. If this continued, the neighborhood would be thrown into panic. Hungry media wanted something juicy to feed off, and the commotion people would throw around if they found out the current plight of the church building would dump secrets into light. If that happened, the society would hold me responsible. I wanted not pain of reprove. I felt beads of sweat crawling on my forehead, even though I was covered magically in melted steel, my trump su...

    A ccording to The Fates, there are four different points in time. The green, yellow, blue, and red points. Series of events that explode into a mould of life – a birth – is the green point. Conflict, is the yellow point. Resolution is the blue point. The end of all things – Death - is the red point. We don’t measure time because we do not exist in it. We are part of a cycle. The future is our past. We do not know how long we have been, and we do not calculate how long we may be. It is what makes us the better species.  For you, it is the present, but for us, it is two million years ago in the future, and in spite the last wars that tore our world apart, astral beings of the lower plane crave more. The Church tells us to pray more - for forgiveness, for repentance, for strength to fight our weaknesses – and every time I did, I heard only echoes within my existence. No one heard my prayers. Only I did.       Now was the evening o...

You might know me. We walk past each other on the street, or probably we hail each other with a greeting. I see you, you see me, I am a regular person you are inclined to believe, I have a job like any other person. I am tall or petite, pretty with well dressed hair, unattractive but with an appealing voice. Mmmm! You know me as a friend, neighbour, classmate or even in a spiritual event but we have met and laughed, cried or spoken in whispers. You have asked my candid view at one point or the other and didn't think it was me.  Here, a little fact about me. I have been around for a very long time, you could say you can't do without me. In some cultures, I am highly venerated, while in others, I am not to be discussed, only to be pointed at. Ssssh! Funny in this new era I have seen those who belong to your station, sneak into my circle and society. I have a beautiful child, who is the start of my life. You might have raised them up and played with them. They are in the ...