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The Mysterious Mr. Crowley

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Teaser of the first chapter from my upcoming mystery novella, The Mysterious Mr. Crowley.  Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The Awakening

It’s a curious and frightening affair, to wake up not knowing yourself; to open your eyes and look around to see four unfamiliar walls…  You blink, to make sure you’re not dreaming.  Then, you close your eyes again – this time, you keep them closed.

You count to three and take a deep breath, hoping that when you open your eyes, you’ll be in your room, laying in your bed, right where you were when you fell asleep… Right there at home.

You open your eyes.

Then, reality comes crashing down upon you with all of the horrifying and dismal sobering-power of a pit viper sitting on your chest.

You spring up – your heart skips a beat, you scramble out of the bed, unsure of which way to run… You stumble over to the dresser, and when meeting oneself in the mirror, you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that everything is wrong.  That your mind and body are not in accord; that you do not belong.  In that place.  In those clothes.  In that skin…

Curious and frightening, indeed.

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Kerosene

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Silent rage, disengaged
Fire on an empty page

Quiet, still…
ignorance is bliss until
the fire spreads and singes
all the hairs off of your face

No remorse
Oh, but of course
That’s the way the burning goes
impetuous force

The taste of smoke
Is only harsh until you choke
Then welcome suffocation
Awful nice of you to show

And everything around you starts to go

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Withered & Worn

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Darkness is swelling, looming,
casting shadows over me,
as a stone on the shore
is overcome by open sea,
I sit weathering storms;
like the stone – patiently
I am waiting, to brook the
deadly crashing waves,
endure the abrading
of endless tides;
withered and worn,
and grateful,
that somehow
I still abide.


A passage from Vitam Mysteram

The following is an excerpt from an ongoing project, my magnum opus tentatively titled, The Canon of John.  This passage comes from book II, entitled Vitam Mysteram, which is latin for “the mystery of life”.

I hope you find Truth and Wisdom in these words, to guide you on the path to your own enlightenment.

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On Death and Immortality

Am I no longer human, that I have seen and now know what it is to be alive and what it is to be dead?

Perhaps immortality is something to be attained, not through spirituality or transubstantiation, or from acts of righteousness, or from bowing in servitude and grokking at the nature of imagined gods and goddesses, but instead from the very knowledge and comprehension of the thing which in and of itself does permeate and echo through the halls of eternity: mortality.

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Moonlight Mutiny

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Send the call by way of land,

by wire, mouth, and sea

and let resound the trumpets, all

to bring us forth — the free;

we emerge, like light in shadows

dancing underneath the trees,

my friends and I, a cloud of dust

to spurn and steer the eyes

of history.

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Walls

Writing on the Walls

We build up prisons in our worlds
that rely on walls of stone,
but in our minds the walls are ours
to build and break alone.

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TRUTH

When words become estranged,
their meanings start to change…
Replaced and reinstated,
their letters rearrange…

Truth turns into Terror,
Different – Dangerous;

Fact is no more Fair,
Distinct becomes Disgust;

Solace turns to Silence,
Free reborn as Fear;

When Truth is taken,
Wisdom hides…
For Ignorance is near.


The Creed

Come and share in this, my tale:
my joy, my sorrow,
my heaven, my hell.
Come and see as I have seen
and be where I have been.

Go not forth from where you sit,
or stand, or kneel, or bow, until
you hear or read, speak or bleed
this single, simple, solemn vow:

I have known nothing until now.

 

 

Question Everything


Follow

Dark Forest Road

There’s a road – a way
through the emptiness inside me,
and I walk it everyday
on my own.

The street is desolate,
the soil cracked and dry;
Still, I walk it by myself
all the time.

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The things I do…

while everyone else is sleeping.

I know what you're asking yourself... The answer is 125.  That's how many.

I know what you’re asking yourself… The answer is 125. That’s how many.

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