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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Book Review: The Bride Collector
As with most of Dekkers other crime works it leans toward the dark and mentally insane. Having read many of those works I have to say this work is stronger than most of his earlier. The characters are better fleshed out and the storyline is linear. Also I found myself identifying with both the hero and the antagonist. The fact that both of them were deeply screwed up people does not show me in a good light. Final verdict: Get this book, good read, good story.
Movie Review: Faster
I will keep this short. While the movie was enjoyable from a visceral aspect, it was the same story retold. Person A gets royally screwed by persons B-L. Person A gets cool weapons and kills persons B through L. Kill Bill did it well and this is a poor shadow of that story. My advice is to skip Faster and rent Kill Bill parts 1 and 2.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Festering
I see you festering
Festering with remorse and worry
Worrying about your image
Imagining yourself to be better than you are.
You have become a sore
Sore to everyone around you
You see the truth and it you reject
Rejection has become your security blanket
You are not ready for the whole truth
Truthfully morning your losses
Losing your sanity in a wave of grief
Grieving those who wish to help you leave this horrid place.
Come out and join us
Using the God given talents to uplift
Uplifting your spirit by lifting those around you
Your time is now, Stop Festering.
Festering with remorse and worry
Worrying about your image
Imagining yourself to be better than you are.
You have become a sore
Sore to everyone around you
You see the truth and it you reject
Rejection has become your security blanket
You are not ready for the whole truth
Truthfully morning your losses
Losing your sanity in a wave of grief
Grieving those who wish to help you leave this horrid place.
Come out and join us
Using the God given talents to uplift
Uplifting your spirit by lifting those around you
Your time is now, Stop Festering.
Bitter lies (Expansion of Cold Killer)
No lie is quite so bitter as the lie your friend believes.
Yet, I stand and watch as those who proclaim the truth, fall to lies and evil. We pretend and those around believe your little play...but I am here, waiting, watching. No lie is quite so bitter as the lie that births treachery in the heart of my friends. For that, The Cold Killer awaits you in your deepest dreams.
This war has been on the horizon for years and I tried to warn you. Why do you choose to ignore wisdom? Do you see yourself as intelligent? You are not. You are just another sickly goat in sheep’s clothing. I reach for you to help and change your evil nature. You pull away and proclaim your understanding and intelligence. But when the poison worked its way you lashed out and hurt everyone around you. Are you so blind? Yes. But we are all blind, seeing what we can see and ignoring the blight in our own souls. The sight to see that you are blind is the beginning to killing the treacheries in you, for that imp will die and if you fail to separate it from you your fates will be joined. For there is only one price for treachery, Death, but not as you suppose.
Can you hear it? It comes and hunts for you with its ever present stalking. What is it?
A poison that kills
With no remorse
It destroys all that stands
And mocks you as it passes by
In horror you watch
As your house of cards
Does come crumbling down
Revealing for all to see
The weakness of your master design
It kills your hopes
Your dreams
Your reality
It rips and rents you
Shredding
Tearing
Murderous rage in its lone eye
Bloodlust consuming it
It is the most feared beast in all the world
The most lethal venom dripping off its glistening fangs
Truth is its name
And a world of pain is the reward for your lies
Yet, I stand and watch as those who proclaim the truth, fall to lies and evil. We pretend and those around believe your little play...but I am here, waiting, watching. No lie is quite so bitter as the lie that births treachery in the heart of my friends. For that, The Cold Killer awaits you in your deepest dreams.
This war has been on the horizon for years and I tried to warn you. Why do you choose to ignore wisdom? Do you see yourself as intelligent? You are not. You are just another sickly goat in sheep’s clothing. I reach for you to help and change your evil nature. You pull away and proclaim your understanding and intelligence. But when the poison worked its way you lashed out and hurt everyone around you. Are you so blind? Yes. But we are all blind, seeing what we can see and ignoring the blight in our own souls. The sight to see that you are blind is the beginning to killing the treacheries in you, for that imp will die and if you fail to separate it from you your fates will be joined. For there is only one price for treachery, Death, but not as you suppose.
Can you hear it? It comes and hunts for you with its ever present stalking. What is it?
A poison that kills
With no remorse
It destroys all that stands
And mocks you as it passes by
In horror you watch
As your house of cards
Does come crumbling down
Revealing for all to see
The weakness of your master design
It kills your hopes
Your dreams
Your reality
It rips and rents you
Shredding
Tearing
Murderous rage in its lone eye
Bloodlust consuming it
It is the most feared beast in all the world
The most lethal venom dripping off its glistening fangs
Truth is its name
And a world of pain is the reward for your lies
Friday, May 28, 2010
Comfort In a wafer
I sit at my party of one
Basking in the glow of my self loathing
Seeking comfort
You are there
Waiting in our secret place
The high place
You invite a friend to come with you
I go pick you up for our private party
We enter my room and I can’t wait to get to you
Your insides call me to lick you out
You are my Peanut butter wafer and cold glass of milk
My comfort in a wafer.
Basking in the glow of my self loathing
Seeking comfort
You are there
Waiting in our secret place
The high place
You invite a friend to come with you
I go pick you up for our private party
We enter my room and I can’t wait to get to you
Your insides call me to lick you out
You are my Peanut butter wafer and cold glass of milk
My comfort in a wafer.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The Valley (Single post)
Railing
I stand at the valley staring into the darkness, railing against the inevitable. I was the first of many, but the last of few. One to bring....one to take. One to destroy, one to restore. One, Two, or Four? The question has been made, who dares answer?
Love or hate...predestined fate?
Or self guided ship in sea of grief?
The question has been made, who dares answer?
The Intolerable
I over look the Valley, It has become so familiar to me and I know not what is to be done.
I hear your beguiling sneers, your words of death, to kill me, to rent me as cloth.
I cry in my quite places
To never be brought to light
I see a distant light
Fading or growing
The darkness comes over me
I see no light
Only pain
The comfort of that which I know
The betrayal of that which has always been there
To slay it
To stay it
From killing my soul
Light again
Only to reveal my tears, my pain?
Oh Lord where is your power?
Where is my conviction?
I need not of darkness
Be it banished
Yet not is this to be?
Darkness and pain
The words come back and rip into my heart……………..YOU ARE NOT AS WE
So you distance that which is different,
Better?
Stronger?
I do not threaten you?? Do I?
I see what cannot be seen.
Know what cannot be known.
I am what cannot be; yet here I stand.
Accused, abused, confused, and diffused.
I understand, which is my crime,
But in understanding am I confused as to why.
They are coming
They want to destroy all that is me
HE CAN NOT BE TOLERATED
I wish to know not
To see not
To be not
My prayers fall to the ground as empty
They are here
Lord save me
They thrust their accusations into me, piercing me
Blood flows from my wound
They look upon me as the deserving of my fate
More accusation and I am pierced again and again
Why?
Help?
Cold?
I want to feel.
To live
To be among the living, the normal, the accusers
Am I one of they?
Et to?
My soul grows cold
The words have done what is to be done
Darkness comes over me, cold, dieing, HELP.
I know again, in this dieing time, that my weakness is caring
Feeling what should be left unfelt
Helping what should be unhelped
In this time, I chose to die
Die a death of pain and murder at the hands of all I care for and of
Die a death of feeling and knowing.
Rather than live a life of ignorance and cold.
So I look into the eyes of my accusers, my murderers and shed my last tear
For they
My last breath saying it is OK
Et to?
The valley, the valley, my blood spills into the valley, into the darkness once again.
The Recendence
Blood stained ground
Valley of bones
Blood does feed it
Life reborn
They have left
Having done their deeds
To kill is for safely
To live is for fear
They came to take life
Take joy
Take skill
Instead they brought doom
To the heads of all they lay dear
For in the moment when vicious tear flesh
They see not it is
Of themselves they do kill
In my death they died
In their life I live
And again I ask the question
Do I threaten you? Surely I do not.
Malficient heap of mangled dumb
Speech of commons and slowness of tongue
Walk of simple
Run of the weak
How can this be?
This man of such weakness
Yet again
Here I am
Clumsily banging at the keys of this box
Begging for God to come and to change me
His message the same
I made you
It is you
All I wanted was to be loved and accepted
All I could do was to mumble and be spastic
Can I threaten you?
Surely not!
I have died a thousand times
A thousand ways
Each time
A little part of me
Not returning to life
A little part, will it be your part, dieing every day
So I stand up
Pulling the accusations out of me
Reliving the pain of being murdered one more time
Watching as my blood
Gives life to the dry bones of fear and ignorance
Hopefully giving them the life I lost
So that one-day they too can walk
No longer being the dry bones of fear
But the beast of security and knowledge
The pain is so real
So strong
So irrelevant
So I chose to put it away from me, as it never happened
I look out over a blood stained valley
Unsure what happened here
They are walking away in the distance
I must run and catch they
They might like my company with them.
For surely
Man as I am
I do not threaten them.
Original work by:
Jeremy D. Breaux
I stand at the valley staring into the darkness, railing against the inevitable. I was the first of many, but the last of few. One to bring....one to take. One to destroy, one to restore. One, Two, or Four? The question has been made, who dares answer?
Love or hate...predestined fate?
Or self guided ship in sea of grief?
The question has been made, who dares answer?
The Intolerable
I over look the Valley, It has become so familiar to me and I know not what is to be done.
I hear your beguiling sneers, your words of death, to kill me, to rent me as cloth.
I cry in my quite places
To never be brought to light
I see a distant light
Fading or growing
The darkness comes over me
I see no light
Only pain
The comfort of that which I know
The betrayal of that which has always been there
To slay it
To stay it
From killing my soul
Light again
Only to reveal my tears, my pain?
Oh Lord where is your power?
Where is my conviction?
I need not of darkness
Be it banished
Yet not is this to be?
Darkness and pain
The words come back and rip into my heart……………..YOU ARE NOT AS WE
So you distance that which is different,
Better?
Stronger?
I do not threaten you?? Do I?
I see what cannot be seen.
Know what cannot be known.
I am what cannot be; yet here I stand.
Accused, abused, confused, and diffused.
I understand, which is my crime,
But in understanding am I confused as to why.
They are coming
They want to destroy all that is me
HE CAN NOT BE TOLERATED
I wish to know not
To see not
To be not
My prayers fall to the ground as empty
They are here
Lord save me
They thrust their accusations into me, piercing me
Blood flows from my wound
They look upon me as the deserving of my fate
More accusation and I am pierced again and again
Why?
Help?
Cold?
I want to feel.
To live
To be among the living, the normal, the accusers
Am I one of they?
Et to?
My soul grows cold
The words have done what is to be done
Darkness comes over me, cold, dieing, HELP.
I know again, in this dieing time, that my weakness is caring
Feeling what should be left unfelt
Helping what should be unhelped
In this time, I chose to die
Die a death of pain and murder at the hands of all I care for and of
Die a death of feeling and knowing.
Rather than live a life of ignorance and cold.
So I look into the eyes of my accusers, my murderers and shed my last tear
For they
My last breath saying it is OK
Et to?
The valley, the valley, my blood spills into the valley, into the darkness once again.
The Recendence
Blood stained ground
Valley of bones
Blood does feed it
Life reborn
They have left
Having done their deeds
To kill is for safely
To live is for fear
They came to take life
Take joy
Take skill
Instead they brought doom
To the heads of all they lay dear
For in the moment when vicious tear flesh
They see not it is
Of themselves they do kill
In my death they died
In their life I live
And again I ask the question
Do I threaten you? Surely I do not.
Malficient heap of mangled dumb
Speech of commons and slowness of tongue
Walk of simple
Run of the weak
How can this be?
This man of such weakness
Yet again
Here I am
Clumsily banging at the keys of this box
Begging for God to come and to change me
His message the same
I made you
It is you
All I wanted was to be loved and accepted
All I could do was to mumble and be spastic
Can I threaten you?
Surely not!
I have died a thousand times
A thousand ways
Each time
A little part of me
Not returning to life
A little part, will it be your part, dieing every day
So I stand up
Pulling the accusations out of me
Reliving the pain of being murdered one more time
Watching as my blood
Gives life to the dry bones of fear and ignorance
Hopefully giving them the life I lost
So that one-day they too can walk
No longer being the dry bones of fear
But the beast of security and knowledge
The pain is so real
So strong
So irrelevant
So I chose to put it away from me, as it never happened
I look out over a blood stained valley
Unsure what happened here
They are walking away in the distance
I must run and catch they
They might like my company with them.
For surely
Man as I am
I do not threaten them.
Original work by:
Jeremy D. Breaux
Sunday, May 16, 2010
The Recendence
Blood stained ground
Valley of bones
Blood does feed it
Life reborn
They have left
Having done their deeds
To kill is for safely
To live is for fear
They came to take life
Take joy
Take skill
Instead they brought doom
To the heads of all they lay dear
For in the moment when vicious tear flesh
They see not it is
Of themselves they do kill
In my death they died
In their life I live
And again I ask the question
Do I threaten you? Surely I do not.
Malficient heap of mangled dumb
Speech of commons and slowness of tongue
Walk of simple
Run of the weak
How can this be?
This man of such weakness
Yet again
Here I am
Clumsily banging at the keys of this box
Begging for God to come and to change me
His message the same
I made you
It is you
All I wanted was to be loved and accepted
All I could do was to mumble and be spastic
Can I threaten you?
Surely not!
I have died a thousand times
A thousand ways
Each time
A little part of me
Not returning to life
A little part, will it be your part, dieing every day
So I stand up
Pulling the accusations out of me
Reliving the pain of being murdered one more time
Watching as my blood
Gives life to the dry bones of fear and ignorance
Hopefully giving them the life I lost
So that one-day they too can walk
No longer being the dry bones of fear
But the beast of security and knowledge
The pain is so real
So strong
So irrelevant
So I chose to put it away from me, as it never happened
I look out over a blood stained valley
Unsure what happened here
They are walking away in the distance
I must run and catch they
They might like my company with them.
For surely
Man as I am
I do not threaten them.
Valley of bones
Blood does feed it
Life reborn
They have left
Having done their deeds
To kill is for safely
To live is for fear
They came to take life
Take joy
Take skill
Instead they brought doom
To the heads of all they lay dear
For in the moment when vicious tear flesh
They see not it is
Of themselves they do kill
In my death they died
In their life I live
And again I ask the question
Do I threaten you? Surely I do not.
Malficient heap of mangled dumb
Speech of commons and slowness of tongue
Walk of simple
Run of the weak
How can this be?
This man of such weakness
Yet again
Here I am
Clumsily banging at the keys of this box
Begging for God to come and to change me
His message the same
I made you
It is you
All I wanted was to be loved and accepted
All I could do was to mumble and be spastic
Can I threaten you?
Surely not!
I have died a thousand times
A thousand ways
Each time
A little part of me
Not returning to life
A little part, will it be your part, dieing every day
So I stand up
Pulling the accusations out of me
Reliving the pain of being murdered one more time
Watching as my blood
Gives life to the dry bones of fear and ignorance
Hopefully giving them the life I lost
So that one-day they too can walk
No longer being the dry bones of fear
But the beast of security and knowledge
The pain is so real
So strong
So irrelevant
So I chose to put it away from me, as it never happened
I look out over a blood stained valley
Unsure what happened here
They are walking away in the distance
I must run and catch they
They might like my company with them.
For surely
Man as I am
I do not threaten them.
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