Tres Difficile

a note from the editor: I'm not sure if this has already been posted somewhere but I will risk it because I want this to be out there for people to read The Rose I am singing along and never alone I crave you in the red, need your support in the blue, and the strength is mine alone, mine and lonely, red faced shame craves company I’m longing for their songs so long ago but when they are gone, they’re gone for ever blue I go on singing you ...my shame, my sorrow… Its my song alone…no more bang… no gong, beg for you -beat on the drums. Bang Gong. I strum along, feeling it, red and blue bleeding sound and sorrow to drown out my - and out and out and out loud, in blood red and blue our hearts beat loudly and I sing my song- for you and it goes on- Bang Gong- and on, and into red and blue, I am a true blue brother- loyal to the rhythm, the song and I’m loyal to the strings pulling me playing me, I’m singing, see?- reds and blues are we lonely- to the guitar is blue I’m dressed in red an...

The Rose I am singing along and never alone. I crave you in the red, needing you, your support in the blue, and the strength is mine alone, mine and lonely, red faced shame craves company I’m longing for their songs so long ago but when they are gone, they’re gone for ever blue I go on singing you ...my shame,is my name its my sorrow… Its my song I sing along I sing alone…no more bang… and no gong, I beg of you -to beat on these- beating drums. pound out the song- Bang Gong! I strum along, playing the notes all wrong...till I go blind and then I feel it...so strong I make my way along, I'm running in- the red and blue. I'm bleeding sound and searching outthe perfect note and then its red, and the perfect beat is blue seeking out, some sick sorrow to drown it out but I won't Ibang the gong because I know it all through my bones - and let it out and out and out- OUT LOUD, in a blood red moonscape, I drown it out once in a blue-moon our hearts beat loudly and I sing my s...

Powdered heaven dressed in plastic pulled the shades down on his eye. pinprick pupils soaring skywards offer him no alibis. but then, who needs them? he's quite perfect. perfect body, perfect teeth that flash sublime and blind the kids who spread their legs for their belief. who cross themselves at the drop of a parable; who scream they're saved when they've touched his jeans who swear his wisdom's just infallible and beg for mercy -- in his dreams... another day. another sermon. broken bread, forgotten lines. a line for comfort keeps him human. the needle trembles, band on tight. another little perforation ventilates him and paints him white. a wordless song, a prayer to no-one but still he whistles through the night. they found him on his throne of porcelain. a rusty chain draped 'round his neck. incapable. incoherent. his eyes switched off but a king no less! the jury all wore black chewed razors. witnesses were d.o.a. o.d'd, amoral, senses skewered. dribblin...

Well...generally me. But I found this and remembered the classics! The excerpt that follows is by Mark Twain. Who else could make terror so witty-funny... A Ghost Story by Mark Twain This story was originally published as a part of "Sketches New and Old" in 1903 by Samuel Clemens. I took a large room, far up Broadway, in a huge old building whose upper stories had been wholly unoccupied for years, until I came. The place had long been given up to dust and cobwebs, to solitude and silence. I seemed groping among the tombs and invading the privacy of the dead, that first night I climbed up to my quarters. For the first time in my life a superstitious dread came over me; and as I turned a dark angle of the stairway and an invisible cobweb swung its slazy woof in my face and clung there, I shuddered as one who had encountered a phantom. I was glad enough when I reached my room and locked out the mould and the darkness. A cheery fire was burning in the grate, and I sat down befo...

I haven't attempted blogging in a long time, mainly because I don't believe that anything I have to say could be of any greater importance or contain any greater insight than all the other leet bloggers youtubers and hackers out there that seem too say everything you could possibly want to hear if your willing to dig a bit. Whoa, run-on sentence much? Well, the reason I've decided to put on my writers fedora and put fingers to keyboard is this. The one person I most regret not having a lifelong friendship with...you see I was married and he was...well, so cute and charming and intelligent, and a friend of my wife's from work. At any rate I had several chances to honestly tell him what I felt, but I still had so much queer self hatred that I couldn't get past the attraction. I know he knew that I had something on my mind and heart but, I also knew that he would never force it out of me. I have always had a problem with my will being of two different minds. My birth n...

I just recently started sending freinds invites to the people I know that are on Facebook- mostly family & a few freinds. Prior to yesterday, my page was empty except for PSN trophies and purchases and the transformation that occured was more than a little overwhelming...and scary. I didn't expect the glut of entirely welcome but mostly pointless information I recieved from and about my family and freinds. It was great to see a recent photo of one of my fave cousins, but I haven't seen him since he was maybe 3-5 years old and I was kinda surprised at how much I did still recognize him. Anyways...wierd... I read on my favorite Survival Horror blog, Games of the Survival Horror Nature by A Female of course I asked but I'm posting this at the same time so I'll take it down if it isn't cool. In the meantime, everyone check out her site. Speaking of things from other peoples blogs, I've been reading here and there about the new Silent Hill game. IMHO that serie...