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Six – Seven Go to hell or go to heaven The number most like Hell Is twelve The number most like Heaven Is seven- Now why should Hell Be more than seven? Why should Heaven Be less than twelve? Some would say Heaven is not Like seven Rather like eleven And that Hell Is twelve, Because Heaven Did come first Twelve does follow Thin eleven To this I say Heaven and Hell Seven and Twelve Eleven and Twelve Does it matter? Listen well and you will hear The root of evil Is right here It lies it numbers, It lies in facts It lies in visions Hides in cracks Heaven Hell Sheaven Helve Show and Tell Which is the number Wh

I live to tell the tale- I stand again in bloodied victory, War-cry ringing clear unto the winter sky Wounds forgotten The pain of them Driven away by a heady vintage Known to some as winning- My foe lies crushed beneath me The sun bows low to the horizon The moon looks on, Pale in awe! Awake Aware Alive I stand as all that is man Mortal God! I am all of these and more In this very moment I have beaten another day, I stand as this day breathes its last Though it was a winning battle- Still it took a day of my life from me...

Do you know what hides in the shadows Do you know what lurks in the dark What's slipping up behind you- Hungry and swift What's behind that door That's rattling off it's hinges Do you know? I do Who's that in the window! Too late They're gone No doubt they'll be inside Soon enough After all- A window That shield you Hide so comfortably behind Is only glass... Don't turn your back to hungry eyes... Do you know what it's like To wake up from a nightmare Sweating and yelling Thrashing in horror At nothing at all? Well, Nothing has been hunting you all night, Friend Try to wake up from this one- Quickly! Before your

A Blind Request; Open your eyes Dear reader, Please do take in all the colors All the sights around you Whatever the moment Has to offer- The angle of sunlight The whisper of moonlight That haze of cloud or fog The bright blue of the sky, All that exists in your eyes- Glittering gems! What light they shine with- What a wonder that sight must be! Open your eyes Be they misty or clear- Blue or brown or green, Open them for me Dear reader, Let them drink in the world As if they had never Seen it before- Now tell me What do you see? I am but empty paper Though I have not eyes Or ears With which to see your sight, No

I remember being a child, I used to look at flowers In all their brilliant colors, Each on unique and beautiful With a scent to match- I used to laugh and play I lived for playground games, For fun, to waste time- I used to love all women What wonderful things they seemed, Each one a work of art Sculpted, a master craft- I used to value every touch Every scent, Every little thing- So long ago it seems, That sweet forgotten youth No more to return- Now all the flowers, Their beautiful scents I can't look at them anymore My hands would kill them As they are- I don't laugh, Or play Laughter kills And I have no time f

Doubts Little thoughts They plague me Insectile rubbings on my mind Many legged bodies Crawling on my brain Refusing to be squashed By the thrashing of my thoughts I don't know what to think They've taken that resolve From me By their lacy wings And hidden it away Beyond where I can find it Though I swat them one by one These winged doubts remain As a fog of hungry gnats Drawn to a bloodied corpse They are drawn to my open mind Where they've lain their seeds down deep In the folds of my pink brain Where I cannot dig them out Doubts, how they itch upon the mind! I cannot think With them in there And without thinking,

It all happened at lake Tahoe one summer in the recent past, on a late night walk with a good friend. The dreaded question finally came to light, there was no choice but to answer;        "Are you religious?"          "Depends on how you mean."        "You know I'm a Christian, but I don't know what you are."        "I'm not religious in the way you mean, I believe in very little."        "Why?"        "I've seen too much to be anything but a cynic, all the belief systems I've been approached by ask me to stop questioning, to trust in the answers they've been given by someone else. To have faith that they are right."        "Wha

Here I stand, A crystal curtain Washing over my shoulders and chest The night's misdeeds dripping from my body A waterfall of sins- Awash in silken, liquid memories Written in water-blessed skin They left - they're gone But their voices echo yet In the halls, outside on the deck, And the walls are thick With their newborn dreams They who sinned and sat beside me Have left their mark upon this house The kiss of laughter The touch of sleeping bodies The feel of nighttime fantasies, This is now hallowed ground Consecrated and blessed With memories of them These walls will not forget them And as I stand, Sins washing, flowin

I have felt The poisoned blade As it drove Into the marrow of my spine Where my betrayer's eyes Had burrowed deep Betrayal! The bitter sound Of my last day Treachery! The dark blade lay in waiting Hidden well in sleep Until the day it wakened And to my lover's hand did it creep Betrayal! Three black poisons Mar that knife With three wicked venoms Am I unmade Treachery! The hilt, dark hot anger The blade, Searing pain The dagger-point, aching regret It's stain, bitter memories Betrayal! I loved those hands so much They held my heart So gently Treachery! That heart is now pierced through Cut apart Split in two

Fear me for I have the Killer's  Blood flowing in my   Veins   My blackened heart no longer     Cares   And my tears are drawn of  Blood Run from me my   Crying prey- For I am only human as the  Blood   Spilt on the ground    You have as long to live as   You knew you had before  But now you know that it is All And soon it will be Gone  So now you miss the   Time    You wasted then   My bloodied hands now come for  You And will *not* turn aside- Forgive me though I Will not ask for such from  Prey   I am the Hunter  I am hungry Tremble as I come for    you...