Friday, September 25, 2009

The Call of the Black Knight


Falling, slipping into the ink.
Fingers gripping...top of the wall.
Feet floorless into the black.
Three more... that's all.

Darkness calling, teasing me down.
Can't just easily fall.
Tastes so sweet... promising love.
Hold me, never let me go.

Rotting flesh, falling bricks,
Skulls and Walls broken to dust.
Electric spines freed from their binds.
Poisons... far and above.

The Black Knight calls me
Into the Darkness. I am him.
I go.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Real, or False?

False friends call your parents “Mr.” and “Mrs.”
Real friends call your parents “Mom” and “Dad.”

False friends ring the doorbell to your house/apartment.
Real friends enter by themselves and go right to the kitchen and open your refrigerator.

False friends never ask for food.
Real friends are the reason you never have food in your refrigerator.

False friends borrow things from you and return them promptly.
Real friends keep your things so long that they forget that they’re yours.

False friends know only a few things about you.
Real friends could write a couple of books just on the things you always say.

False friends will meet you at home if you get separated in a crowd.
Real friends will climb onto a stranger’s shoulders so they can find you.

False friends never seem to cry.
Real friends cry with you.

False friends talk trash about people who talk trash about you.
Real friends kick their asses up and down the street.

False friends know you feel bad when they see you cry.
Real friends know this before you say anything. And if you died today, you’d have to excuse them for not attending your funeral, because they would be in jail for kicking ass up and down the street on the person who made you feel bad enough to cry.

False friends are here for a little while.
Real friends are here for the rest of our lives.