Frolis, to Die For

“We are going to die with the Frolis!” A young lad and his lover recently redeemed by Mercy spoke from the white horse…

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Haven’t You Learn Anything?

“Are you out there? Are you hearing me? Haven’t you learn your lesson? Are you falling in love again?”

“Yes!”

“But!–”

“I want to live not die.”

“All those wounds are you sure?”

“Yes and you should join me. Trust me it changes everything.”

“I don’t want to change unless I can be healed.

“It will brings you back to innocence.”

“Well then, in that case…I am coming.”

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Things That Kill

As she lied, her last breath fluttered lightly.  “your fragility will depend on how much you love. Don’t give your love unless you want to die.”

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A Dark Laughter: The wolves were spotted (this time) wearing sheep clothes

I have seen the light.

It wasn’t bright, it wasn’t dark.

Neutrality fades away so quickly,

It was never even a light, but an illusion.

So many haters fill this wall

I can hear their shadows screaming envy.

Their laughter, cacophony!

There’s no euphony here

And it will only take one man with dead vision

To plummet the system out of existence.

Just as much as it takes one hater to pollute the minds

Of the thin headed it must take the same.

A strong soul left out in the dark shall strive head high.

Just as much as it takes a hater, a dead vision,

It must take the strong soul

To pollute the minds of the thin headed positively.

I have surrendered to the notion that only those who you believe in

Have the sharpest sword to pluck

Deep into your dreams and if your are not strong you might falter

And they will laugh even if your blood runs a stream.

Beware! Beware! Beware!

Not all those who laugh with you have good intentions.

The Lovers’ Complains

“He was a good man who sang and wrote to me for a week. This is his last letter, a poem, ‘Daughter Of Zion.’ Reverend I was falling for him and would have allowed him my heart. But then he failed miserably. Into the cold dark night he came moody and tense. There it was, between his legs, stood his firm, long and large tentacles as he smiled lustfully at me! I am a child of God! Created in his image! I will not fornicate or devour my body, which is the empale of God. I want him but he has to marry me before I gave him the key to this temple.”

Three Hours later…

“I have come from far Reverend, and by God what have I learn? Does mercy really exist and does God loves us continuously? I’m losing sight of that in this love dilemma of mine. Many things have become meaningless overtime. I was in love with her until she drained her love out of me with her vain attitudes. I love her though, but as a friend and maybe someday…but I wonder about the truth now that I think about it. And it frightens me even more because I’m just a man, I cannot afford to fall in and out of love. I want something’s to be eternal. Is she the one?”
“Go back to your knees your lover is in God’s hand.”
“But I’m young!”
“By God, age has little to do with love. You are young. Go to your knees. Pray. God has your wife.”

And just a thought…I wonder who’s telling the truth?

Dear daughter of Zion (The Poem)

You are my only escape.

I’m a man, strong indeed;

Fill with prowess, wit and vision,

Yet you are still my only escape!

My secrets, my weakness are hidden in your core.

Your firm breasts are the shields against my manly flaws and

Your kiss is a weapon for my inspiration.

Search my heart,

Search my soul, and see all that I’m,

All that I have become; search my life; see all there is to be;

This world of complex appetites, desires, and lewd men,

I’m not wavering; my eye is cast on your love,

I surrender!

You are indeed my only escape,

Search my heart,

Search my soul; see all that I’m

You are my lover, the rib that I loss.

Taken from my script titled Daughters of Zion.

And also…

Hills of Exile, the novel luncheon date will be announced by the end of the month. Stay tune the adventure begins this fall!