a Tasting
Discord
Some Stories must be Told
& this is one such Tale.
Of grandfather the Wulf
&
The Garden of Eden,
Breeding pen,
That it was.
Bred for what Though,
Slaves to Mine
&
Rape the Earth,
our Mother.
Are we not Her children,
Does not Intellect alone,
Separate us
From our
Brethren
the Beast.
The Titans told it True,
For we were Bred
& Domesticated,
not to have
any Natural
Means of Defense,
but our Mind,
again
Why.
To Covet
First the Apple
& then
thy Brothers',
For then
& only then,
did They know,
We were ready
To be
set Loose
upon
the World?
Darwin Traced it True,
Water
the Origin of our Species.
For Silver
& Gold
do not Tarnish,
Lovely are they to Behold.
The Brothers Cain
& Abel,
For Thought/After Thought,
the Parody still Humors me.
We had to Shed our Skin/our Defenses,
The Snake you Say.
For what Differentiates
Us
From our Brothers the Beasts,
the Ability to convey Thoughts
& Actions,
the Word.
Do we not Domesticate Livestock?
Institute Breeding Programs,
Do we not School Beasts.
To do
What we cannot
Or do not
Wish to do.
Could we,
Not be
Set upon
the Same Tasks?
Do all the Old Stories tell the Same Tale?
What a Story that would be?
Would it Tell of our Origins
& our Rise?
Would it tell us Why,
the Same Motifs,
Echo Down the Halls of Time.
Would we
Even now
In this Day
& Age
Accept the Lessons
That they Teach,
Parables,
Metaphors?
What is the Underlining Message,
what Vein Runs True?
The Tale
I am about to Unfold,
May be True.
I will let you,
Judge for yourself.
How much Whim,
How much Fancy.
It Begins with the Dark
& Loneliness of Space,
so Like the Depths
Of our Great Oceans.
An Irony
That I Hope
Is not Lost on you.
Depths we have Barely Scratched,
Why I ask is it So.
It Begins with Slavery
& the Dissatisfaction
That it Brings.
It Begins with Those
That First Taught us
the Taste of the Bit,
to Yoke the Beast
& Later thy Brother.
We all Know,
Man was Created,
but for What,
A Reflection of Who.
Shall I Tell you,
Will These Words
Ever be Seen by Another?
Will They be Considered
the Drug Induced
Ravings of Madness?
For I have Known
the Taste of the Needle.
The Siren Song
of Lies she Sings,
Only for you
If you have Enough.
Twirling upon the Edge,
Dancing the Dream,
as you
Dig It in.
I only Know.
I must Commit this to Paper.
In Hopes
That a more Enlightened Mind
than Mine
Can Fathom the Possibilities
...
#B27321
The Story
Weird Tales
Magazine
Tried
to Kill
Returns.
Harbinger
by B27321
-
I had just Gotten Out after a 6yr Stretch,
For an Armed Robbery Gone Bad,
Really Bad.
Fell In with the Carnie Crowd,
Started working with Them
through
the Half Way House.
We use to Joke,
Half Way to Hell.
Like Most Jokes Cons make
It’s not really a Joke.
Where Men Prey upon Men
& Life Is Valued In Snack Cakes
& Cigarettes.
What Would you Call It.
...
#B27321
New; Knew
–
I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
#B27321
Crimson Queen
–
Satan; Adversary,
Lucifer; Morning Star,
but She was Older much Older.
Older Than the Castrating Cult
of the Great Mother;
Cybele,
She Was the Oldest
& Greatest of Gods,
She Was Eros;
Desire,
the Crimson Queen.
& We,
my Family & I
Have Served Her
Since Man
First Crawled From the Wild.
We Who Have Suckled From Her Tit.
Who Have Known Her
As Pandora
& Again
As Eve.
We Were There
When the Walls of Troy Fell
& Again
When We Pierced the White Gods Side.
We Are the Ones
Said to Wear the Mark;
the Mark of Cain;
the Spear
& to This Day
We Are Still Known
As the Sons of the Dragon.
Yes,
Even He
of the Impaling Fist
Served Her;
Her
Blood Red Bliss.
She Who Came to Us
When the Moon Was Swollen,
Swollen With Sin
& Desire
Desire
Like Fire.
a Fire to Sear your Soul
& Strip your Sanity.
Bacchanalian Rites
of the Blackest Kind,
Orgies
of Mutilation & Murder.
She Would Stroll Through
Some Times Stopping
to Touch a Subjects Head.
As Her Worshippers
Offered Up Their Bloody Sacrifices;
Dripping Mangled Manhood.
Blood Wine
Heaped With Herbs
of the Darkest Sort,
Flesh of the Fallen;
Man,
Beast,
or Child;
Was the Feast We Had.
Screams of Agony & Ecstasy
In the Torch Light,
the Scarlet Flames Illuminating
Hellish Flickering Scenes
of Satanic Night.
She Covered In the Blood of the Devout,
Licking Her Fingers
Bouncing About
All Eyes & Thighs,
Tits & Ass.
Tonight I Was to Receive my Birth Right.
Ouroboros; the Snake Circle,
So Driven by Desire
It Eats Its Own Tail;
to Take the Place of my Father,
I the Oldest Surviving Son In an UnBroken Line
Since Life Began.
I to Sit Upon Her Left Side
& He
to Cross Over
& Serve Her In Her Own Land;
Hand Picked Children
In the Image
of Lillith.
#B27321
me
#B27321
A Product of the 80s.
Heavily Influenced
By the Music
& Art of that Era.
Glenn Danzig,
Blackie Lawless,
& Doro Pesch.
My First
& Finest Friends
were Books.
E.R. Burroughs,
H.P. Lovecraft,
R.E. Howard,
& Michael Moorcock.
Not to Mention
Gor
& Dimension X.
Not just the Words
of These Great
Artists,
but the Covers
by Frazetta
& Whelan.
The Savage
Sword
of Conan,
Berzerker,
Heavy Metal
& Weird Tales.
My Sites
Name
Ink&Iron
Heroic
Fantasy
Is a Homage
to the Sword
Saint:
Miyamoto Musashi.
Interests
Other than
Above
Plow/Ox/Roof/Fool
Western Sword Play,
Swimming,
Weights,
Isometrics,
Breathing,
Walking,
Meditation
& the Dream
of Writing.
#B27321