((Am crazy right now and thought it wise to write something in my crazy and jibberish mood...always helps doesn't it? :) ))
The time sadly had finally come.
I had postponed and derailed all paths leading to this last measure but sadly it was here. Long have i stood by and watched all the atrocities, misconduct, and lies committed by these vile beings i had once belonged to. Wondering when they would truly see the light and realize the deviation from their true path. My wait has been for centuries and yet i fear the time for patience and hope has long passed.
The night was young and primed for things to come, yet here i sat atop a castle once owned by a man that was well known for his fights against evil. It seems ironic now that the so called evil chooses such a place for its gathering.
Mother Moon! Its rays pierce through every vapor of my ethereal existence filling me with joy and such power that i dare not move. But as i looked down from the tip of the castle tower i realized i had to leave this beautiful place for greater things. For things long postponed by none but myself as i feared once this was done...there would be no turning back. It was time...time to address the army of darkness...
The army...I never thought it would come to this....not in a million years would i have thought of such a possibility but yet there they were...
My body effortlessly glided down through the air as my thoughts of the actions i was about to take were streaming through my mind as i get closer to these creatures that awaited my arrival. My feet felt the solid granite-filled ground under it as i reached my destination.
My eyes were still shut as i listened calmly to the whispers, grunts, and cheers of the creatures around me as they awaited my speech. My nostrils breathed in their nauseating smells and burning fragrances that quite honestly had me almost going to tears...but as i leader i dare not. My eyes stayed shut, my mind willing it not to open for chance that i may not have the will to do what i stood here unwilling to do. I felt its rays once more, why is it that she would always give me strength...i was no wolf or vampire that required the night...i walked among the living at whatever time i felt like...so why was the she so giving tonight...i asked no more questions on that matter that night as my strength had doubled as i regained my resolve and slowly but surely i had raised my eyelids to view what stood before me. At first all i could see were a blur of mist filled bodies walking around me which forced me to focus a little harder without any sign of weakness to these creatures. They were all there, the werewolves, vampires, zombies, (your typical facebook game ain't it?), witches of the west and south, dark sorcerers and their minions, followers of lucifer, willie willie, and oddly enough even Micheal Jackson came around (don't ask me why! He was there!).
What was odd about this gathering was this...WE, the armies of darkness had not gathered here to destroy those which stood for the light. No! We never could, we knew that...and we still keep that in our minds even till today. But that night, we had gathered there oppose all those that felt the need to always disturb all those within Buses, Trains, Cars, and even on the roads with their constant bickering and nagging. Constantly trying to recruit new blood into their folds without being nice enough to ask before blabbing all those prayers and songs and...well noise making. For i have watched it happen countless times, either its in a vehicle, on a ship, on a plane (wierd ain't it?), and worst of all, in the comfort of your own home. They come with bibles and smiles...ranting, screaming, and singing all sorts of things without the consent or approval of those they wish to change or protect. These goes beyond missionary work if you'll call it that, to outright disturbance and yes...WAR!!!
And so we marched into a new night with me at the helm of this war. Leading the vilest of all creatures to do what they normally would not do so as to save that which is norm. For heaven's sake it most stop, at least we evil ones are nice enough to ask before we suck your blood, eat your flesh, or offer you up to the devil...yes we might trick you, but we certainly do not blast you with rants and noise in your house or whenever your trying to rest on a simple trip on a bus. The battle has already begun...i simply felt the need to talk about the gathering. And then the cause...
TO BE CONTINUED!
:)
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Valentine's Past...
Ah, love is no longer in the air...right? I mean thats what people try to make us believe by having us do everything in our power to make sure that V-day is spent with those we love. That its the day that love is truly in the air. I mean what tha hell happens to the other 364 days of the year now? Do we love no more? Do we care for no one because we have exhausted it all on V-day? And what tha hell happens to those that have no one special? No loved ones to run to on that special day? ARGH!!! Don't mind me...i guess am simply upset. I mean who wouldn't be, lets look at this closely.
Val day. A day i frown over as year after year i am reminded on this hectic day that i have no one to love, no one to call my own and her me, no one to cherish, love, and protect, and vice versa. Yeah, Val day just never suited me much, especially since am someone that believes so strongly in love. Amazing isn't it? The dead actually loves! OMG! Yes yes, i do love and wish to be loved. I yearn for it as much or even more than the next man does. Yet i tend to be the insensitive one, the one that most women (sometimes men) wouldn't peg for a romantic. I mean don't get me wrong here. Your never gonna find me reading a romantic novel unless it has some serious evil or dark tone to it. And your definitely never gonna find me cry or get all mushy over some romantic movie, incident, or scene that occurs.
So then why is it that i yearn for it now more than ever? Have i played the so called 'game' so much that i wish to retire in the bosom of a woman i can call my queen? A companion and confidant. The one i can rely on when all else is ruined. The missing rib that holds my heart together if and when it shatters. I wish for that so much every time this month runs through its course. And every time i am disappointed time and time again. Is my so called 'shell' that protects my heart so hard to crack? Even though through out most of my existence, my heart has always been outside that protective shell being smashed time and time again across that same shell that was to protect it. Yet i am told, coerced, and decieved by myself no less to continue on this now seemingly hopeless adventure in my life to find that one thing that most of us dream to find but never do. Have but haven't realized it, and the very few that...do have and cherish it. Yes during this time, it is you all that i truly envy. For in time, this month will be over and you would all go back to your normal routine knowing that you have someone special always with you.
While i, will live on. Knowing fully well how empty my life is. Knowing that sooner or later i will forget about this love crap and continue to live my life as i do best. And with all the strength in me, fighting for any means to erase February forever. So that i may never feel like this again.
Happy Valentine's day past everyone, i hope last month was filled with love for everyone...And hopefully the year will be filled with it as well.
Val day. A day i frown over as year after year i am reminded on this hectic day that i have no one to love, no one to call my own and her me, no one to cherish, love, and protect, and vice versa. Yeah, Val day just never suited me much, especially since am someone that believes so strongly in love. Amazing isn't it? The dead actually loves! OMG! Yes yes, i do love and wish to be loved. I yearn for it as much or even more than the next man does. Yet i tend to be the insensitive one, the one that most women (sometimes men) wouldn't peg for a romantic. I mean don't get me wrong here. Your never gonna find me reading a romantic novel unless it has some serious evil or dark tone to it. And your definitely never gonna find me cry or get all mushy over some romantic movie, incident, or scene that occurs.
So then why is it that i yearn for it now more than ever? Have i played the so called 'game' so much that i wish to retire in the bosom of a woman i can call my queen? A companion and confidant. The one i can rely on when all else is ruined. The missing rib that holds my heart together if and when it shatters. I wish for that so much every time this month runs through its course. And every time i am disappointed time and time again. Is my so called 'shell' that protects my heart so hard to crack? Even though through out most of my existence, my heart has always been outside that protective shell being smashed time and time again across that same shell that was to protect it. Yet i am told, coerced, and decieved by myself no less to continue on this now seemingly hopeless adventure in my life to find that one thing that most of us dream to find but never do. Have but haven't realized it, and the very few that...do have and cherish it. Yes during this time, it is you all that i truly envy. For in time, this month will be over and you would all go back to your normal routine knowing that you have someone special always with you.
While i, will live on. Knowing fully well how empty my life is. Knowing that sooner or later i will forget about this love crap and continue to live my life as i do best. And with all the strength in me, fighting for any means to erase February forever. So that i may never feel like this again.
Happy Valentine's day past everyone, i hope last month was filled with love for everyone...And hopefully the year will be filled with it as well.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Dare i possess again?
This is a tale of the unseen, unsavory and immoral. This is a tale of a possession long done for I stand now with the lady that perished during that possession not so long ago. And I simply choose to remember that day as I had seen through the eyes of you humans…you living beings…what its like to be human once more. And I do say I was not impressed.
It happened about a month ago, when I had finally learnt the art of possession and was no longer flying through buildings and cars watching from afar. But watching and acting, using the bodies of these unsuspecting humans to watch and learn. And if deemed worthy, to act in order to stop those that seem…well in this case…immoral. I had never experienced a possession quite like this one since I had decided to possess the human while he was fast asleep as it seemed a lot easier with his mind in a passive and somewhat weakened state. Needless to say that I was completely wrong about that, granted I was able to possess the body, but the mind was in a dream state. And I caught a glimpse of the dream that I would honestly classify as a nightmare except there was a hint of longing within the mind before it retreated. He was cuffed to a well decorated bed wearing nothing and in front of him were three beautiful ladies each holding a pistol, an axe, and a knife. Sufficed to say, I wasn’t about to find out what was about to happen as I immediately cleared away all of it and awoke.
His phone had been ringing and the silly human didn’t even know it. I answered the phone and listened as his father rambled on about an emergency case that needed the ambulance there for movement. The human had argued about the need for an actual driver as this was interrupting a much needed rest for work the next day but still agreed to help out. I was amused at how considering this was an emergency the human felt the need to wash his face with soap, spray some deodorant on, try three different outfits on, and even grab something to eat before heading out for the clinic. Who was he planning to impress? Who was he planning to see considering it was 3am in the morning? And why did he keep checking the fuel gauge of the…It had become obvious then that the ambulance was low on fuel and where ever this case needed to be taken to might not even make it let alone the human returning back home.
The clinic was nothing like any clinic i had ever seen before...and i had seen plenty. It was more of a hospital than a clinic as there were two large one-story buildings beyond the gate that was wide open with far too many cars and ambulances parked at the parking lot. The neon sign read ‘Rivon Clinic’ and kept on flashing erratically as I watched it. As the human got to the gate the passage into the building on our left was blocked by an exhausted young black male that lay dead on the ground screaming for the return of his wife. This was no 'fight for survival' journey, this person was dead, and why did they want this human here? Someone we both recognized as his father had stepped out of the second building, his white overflowing coat flying in the air as he headed towards the man on the ground. He was an old man with no trace of black hair on his head yet he still had so much energy flowing through him and a jovial aura about him. He began begging the man to leave the road so that the ambulance could pass and carry the body but the man was unreachable as he kept screaming to the father, to the guard that had just emerged and also to God for not telling him that something like this would happen…why God needed to inform him of such things I had no idea but either ways he was carried off by both the father and the guard to a more secluded area. As they dropped him on the ground he resumed his posture on the ground once more and continued screaming more things that I didn’t care for. I had been more interested in who had just passed away as I was not sensing the presence of any ghosts or otherwise around the area.
The ambulance had been carefully stationed right next to the building and as the human emerged from it, his father began detailing what had happened as they carted the body out of the building on a gurney into the ambulance. From what I had gathered it, the lady that had been brought in had just recently passed away, the sad part wasn’t the fact that the couple were newly weds or that she was three months pregnant when she had passed away. No! The sad part was that the cause of her death was something that could have been easily handled at any clinic or hospital that had the common sense to know that she was simply convulsing and not a reaction or cause of anything to do with the dialysis of her kidneys. She was wrongly diagnosed by a hospital in another state and was shipped down here. Now because of that she laid on a gurney, covered in white, her family weeping and screaming, calling for her to come back…but she couldn't…for she was gone…I knew this because as they wept I could finally see her ethereal existence finally taking its shape. She was dead and gone, and there was nothing her family could do about it. I watched as the baby that was still being formed simply lighted up and slowly dimmed out into nonexistence…where the baby had gone to I am yet to figure out…but there is a place beyond where we stay...a place i do not care for...well...not yet.
The ride to the mortuary was a ride of solitude and contemplation for the human as he constantly kept looking back at the dead body that lay silent on the gurney wondering how he would feel if this had happened to him. Feeling the pain of the male that still lay on the ground weeping when we left realising that they hadn't been married up to a year and yet now they stood seperated...by death. The doctor that went with him just kept on smiling through out the ride as though there was nothing behind the ambulance. For some reason it felt better for him to not think about it and simply focus on other matters. When they had finally arrived at the mortuary escorted by the company’s police escort the female body was carted out once more but this time into the lounge within the mortuary.
This lounge was well decorated with elegant gurneys as its couch and a medical receptacle as the stools where the usual refreshments would be kept. Except in this case there were knives and assorted medical instruments for who knows what. As the lady’s essence slowly floated in with the body and glided to a stop next to the other bodies within the lounge. I wondered if there was any need for me to leave this body and console her, but there was more to see and I had preferred seeing and feeling through this body. The mortician was a slightly rude and odd fellow who had kept on insisting that the body be examined before anything can be spoken about. He had taken his time unveiling the body, pausing to feel on just about every inch of her body. And as he slowly felt on her face, her breasts and went passed the belly which was quite large for a three month old lady, the human had still been staring at the breasts of the female that interestingly enough at the time seemed ready to explode. And as he stared at the breast I noticed the mortician staring just below the belly, and the essence of the lady brimming with anger and rage as all this happened.
It was time to act, and act I had done. I had immediately taken control of the body and slapped the mortician before screaming at the police for simply watching this man fondle with this body. As i sensed his approach i had punched the mortician in the belly and kicked his groin twice feeling a slight crack as the feet of the human slammed into it As he fell screaming i had yelled at the doctor to get into the car so that we could leave. The police seemed surprised at the series of events that had just unfolded and kept staring at the mortician waiting for him to make a move. As I got into the ambulance I immediately started it, quickly dispossessed the human and headed back to the mortuary and prayed the lady had not began diving down towards the dark path because of all this…for if she had...those who were still there would most assuredly have joined us.
Hmm…that was a long time ago, and needless to say the lady is fine as I stand with her now staring down at the humans who come and go, who live and die, those same humans who…well honestly, am starting to care little for as time goes by. But I hope that one of these days, I will find someone that might make me think better of them…So far it hasn’t happened.
And for all those who wish to get something out of this…there really isn't anything to get. I carried a dead body to the mortuary, I saw what I saw, I am not happy, end of story.
It happened about a month ago, when I had finally learnt the art of possession and was no longer flying through buildings and cars watching from afar. But watching and acting, using the bodies of these unsuspecting humans to watch and learn. And if deemed worthy, to act in order to stop those that seem…well in this case…immoral. I had never experienced a possession quite like this one since I had decided to possess the human while he was fast asleep as it seemed a lot easier with his mind in a passive and somewhat weakened state. Needless to say that I was completely wrong about that, granted I was able to possess the body, but the mind was in a dream state. And I caught a glimpse of the dream that I would honestly classify as a nightmare except there was a hint of longing within the mind before it retreated. He was cuffed to a well decorated bed wearing nothing and in front of him were three beautiful ladies each holding a pistol, an axe, and a knife. Sufficed to say, I wasn’t about to find out what was about to happen as I immediately cleared away all of it and awoke.
His phone had been ringing and the silly human didn’t even know it. I answered the phone and listened as his father rambled on about an emergency case that needed the ambulance there for movement. The human had argued about the need for an actual driver as this was interrupting a much needed rest for work the next day but still agreed to help out. I was amused at how considering this was an emergency the human felt the need to wash his face with soap, spray some deodorant on, try three different outfits on, and even grab something to eat before heading out for the clinic. Who was he planning to impress? Who was he planning to see considering it was 3am in the morning? And why did he keep checking the fuel gauge of the…It had become obvious then that the ambulance was low on fuel and where ever this case needed to be taken to might not even make it let alone the human returning back home.
The clinic was nothing like any clinic i had ever seen before...and i had seen plenty. It was more of a hospital than a clinic as there were two large one-story buildings beyond the gate that was wide open with far too many cars and ambulances parked at the parking lot. The neon sign read ‘Rivon Clinic’ and kept on flashing erratically as I watched it. As the human got to the gate the passage into the building on our left was blocked by an exhausted young black male that lay dead on the ground screaming for the return of his wife. This was no 'fight for survival' journey, this person was dead, and why did they want this human here? Someone we both recognized as his father had stepped out of the second building, his white overflowing coat flying in the air as he headed towards the man on the ground. He was an old man with no trace of black hair on his head yet he still had so much energy flowing through him and a jovial aura about him. He began begging the man to leave the road so that the ambulance could pass and carry the body but the man was unreachable as he kept screaming to the father, to the guard that had just emerged and also to God for not telling him that something like this would happen…why God needed to inform him of such things I had no idea but either ways he was carried off by both the father and the guard to a more secluded area. As they dropped him on the ground he resumed his posture on the ground once more and continued screaming more things that I didn’t care for. I had been more interested in who had just passed away as I was not sensing the presence of any ghosts or otherwise around the area.
The ambulance had been carefully stationed right next to the building and as the human emerged from it, his father began detailing what had happened as they carted the body out of the building on a gurney into the ambulance. From what I had gathered it, the lady that had been brought in had just recently passed away, the sad part wasn’t the fact that the couple were newly weds or that she was three months pregnant when she had passed away. No! The sad part was that the cause of her death was something that could have been easily handled at any clinic or hospital that had the common sense to know that she was simply convulsing and not a reaction or cause of anything to do with the dialysis of her kidneys. She was wrongly diagnosed by a hospital in another state and was shipped down here. Now because of that she laid on a gurney, covered in white, her family weeping and screaming, calling for her to come back…but she couldn't…for she was gone…I knew this because as they wept I could finally see her ethereal existence finally taking its shape. She was dead and gone, and there was nothing her family could do about it. I watched as the baby that was still being formed simply lighted up and slowly dimmed out into nonexistence…where the baby had gone to I am yet to figure out…but there is a place beyond where we stay...a place i do not care for...well...not yet.
The ride to the mortuary was a ride of solitude and contemplation for the human as he constantly kept looking back at the dead body that lay silent on the gurney wondering how he would feel if this had happened to him. Feeling the pain of the male that still lay on the ground weeping when we left realising that they hadn't been married up to a year and yet now they stood seperated...by death. The doctor that went with him just kept on smiling through out the ride as though there was nothing behind the ambulance. For some reason it felt better for him to not think about it and simply focus on other matters. When they had finally arrived at the mortuary escorted by the company’s police escort the female body was carted out once more but this time into the lounge within the mortuary.
This lounge was well decorated with elegant gurneys as its couch and a medical receptacle as the stools where the usual refreshments would be kept. Except in this case there were knives and assorted medical instruments for who knows what. As the lady’s essence slowly floated in with the body and glided to a stop next to the other bodies within the lounge. I wondered if there was any need for me to leave this body and console her, but there was more to see and I had preferred seeing and feeling through this body. The mortician was a slightly rude and odd fellow who had kept on insisting that the body be examined before anything can be spoken about. He had taken his time unveiling the body, pausing to feel on just about every inch of her body. And as he slowly felt on her face, her breasts and went passed the belly which was quite large for a three month old lady, the human had still been staring at the breasts of the female that interestingly enough at the time seemed ready to explode. And as he stared at the breast I noticed the mortician staring just below the belly, and the essence of the lady brimming with anger and rage as all this happened.
It was time to act, and act I had done. I had immediately taken control of the body and slapped the mortician before screaming at the police for simply watching this man fondle with this body. As i sensed his approach i had punched the mortician in the belly and kicked his groin twice feeling a slight crack as the feet of the human slammed into it As he fell screaming i had yelled at the doctor to get into the car so that we could leave. The police seemed surprised at the series of events that had just unfolded and kept staring at the mortician waiting for him to make a move. As I got into the ambulance I immediately started it, quickly dispossessed the human and headed back to the mortuary and prayed the lady had not began diving down towards the dark path because of all this…for if she had...those who were still there would most assuredly have joined us.
Hmm…that was a long time ago, and needless to say the lady is fine as I stand with her now staring down at the humans who come and go, who live and die, those same humans who…well honestly, am starting to care little for as time goes by. But I hope that one of these days, I will find someone that might make me think better of them…So far it hasn’t happened.
And for all those who wish to get something out of this…there really isn't anything to get. I carried a dead body to the mortuary, I saw what I saw, I am not happy, end of story.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Five Minutes...
Oh my, what a terrible start to the new year this has been. Well before we get into that i just wanted to do my late holiday greetings and what not so i hope everyone had a merry christmas and of course i wish you all a very happy new year.
I am sorry...thats pretty much all am going to say on that. Some might want to shoot me, some might be glad am back, and very few have already beaten me to a pulp for not doing anything for such a long time(happy carl!). It honestly ain't my fault. And this just me saying am sorta back and will sorta tell tales of the past so as to bring you back to the present time ....and maybe just maybe...look into the future of things to come.
So basically, my car drowned, my phone got wrecked, i bought a new pc, my life is in a transformation stage, i had an interesting experience in the village, and port harcourt had one hell of an explosive fireworks stage on new year.
Details on all things dead...soon. :)
See you all around...smile now people....am back damn it.
:)
I am sorry...thats pretty much all am going to say on that. Some might want to shoot me, some might be glad am back, and very few have already beaten me to a pulp for not doing anything for such a long time(happy carl!). It honestly ain't my fault. And this just me saying am sorta back and will sorta tell tales of the past so as to bring you back to the present time ....and maybe just maybe...look into the future of things to come.
So basically, my car drowned, my phone got wrecked, i bought a new pc, my life is in a transformation stage, i had an interesting experience in the village, and port harcourt had one hell of an explosive fireworks stage on new year.
Details on all things dead...soon. :)
See you all around...smile now people....am back damn it.
:)
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