War of Subjection

Denser than the body

Deeper than the poems

Disease is a chronic hobby

The mind ostracizes the prose

I have grown                fond of the villains inside              my head                   They beg me to             give          them credit for my dread            Life is            boring without someone            to show me the               ropes              And your leap           of absence fabricated the death                     of my hopes               It is as if you died            If we are all                different Then                     not one of us can                 confide                If we are all a godsend                Then how come everyone does not feel alive                 We all                perceive                 our own reality So what                 does it matter who                we marry Or who to call Lord                                 Or which sports                 team                 to root for               All wars fight over differences of subjection                   We could                use our opinions for something                           more productive Let us build off                    of each other            so we can                   all be inventive                            Perhaps some of us have been                       doing so already But                    I am so addicted to                       generalizations                Grouping similar attributes together to make believe                     That I am anything                 but a separate entity                                                     Completely condemned to loneliness entirely

 

 

 

Kill Me With Kindness

Force me down,
Forge coal into sparkling diamonds,
For only the dead sees the end of a war,

Loaded weapons weigh me down,
Perhaps some wars are fought at home,
It would be an honor to surrender to you,

Longing my drafted patriarch brings me down,
MIA with your impossible mission,
While I endure another hero’s sweetest submission,

Your small soldier no longer bends me down,
I’m reborn at every moment,
Who knows who I’ll become hostage to next,

Your valiant service takes me down,
Shoot me international calls spontaneous,
And kill me with kindness

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An Excerpt from TPC

The heat of the battle was surging through him. A war cry was released yet it disappeared almost as soon as it was created. There was no reason to live this.

A bomb in his grasp was nearing to the end of its life. He looked this way and that. There was no way to get rid of it without it being near his friends.

The battlefield where the battle took place was huge; it was as colossal as the mass of Planet Earth. There wasn’t one square inch where there wasn’t any bullets flying through; heading towards the death of the shooter’s opposition.

He knew that if he moved an inch, he would be vaporized in the line of fire. The man developed confusion, and soon he would give up and let himself perish into oblivion.

Then there was a woman that suddenly appeared several feet away. She was in the line of fire. On that very second when she appeared, hundreds of bullets passed through her. She was a ghost.

The woman wasn’t very old, eighteen or nineteen years of age. She had auburn hair, milky chocolate going down a vigorous mountain trail. The teenager wore a black, leather coat over a green tank top. Blue denim jeans with slits on the knees were worn upon her sleek, slender legs. She had dress shoes on, and black earrings and bracelets that matched them. Her dark brown, beady eyes made all her beauty transfigure into something lethal.

The man’s eyes dwelled on hers for what seemed like forever. But according to the timer on the bomb, only a minute had passed by.

Once he found out that the strange being in front wasn’t real, he gazed upon the stars and prayed one last time.

“Almighty Zeus,” he said, “I, Felix, want you to know that you have chose the right man to be a part of the Heaven’s Angels. The group represented the hope and faith you had for existence even when all the Gods were losing the war between Hades and the others. I am man enough to admit defeat, and I thank you for the opportunity for having me in your aid! My job is done; wish me a grand new life.”

The bomb said “thirty seconds”.

“Are you a being of promise, of word?” he said to the mysterious woman floating gently barely above his area of vision.

She nodded.

“Tell my love, the sweet Emma Jones that I don’t want to see her cry. I only wanted her to be happy. Will you tell her that? You ought to!”

He reached his hand toward hers maybe she can rescue him. They both knew that she couldn’t, and she watched in tears as the bomb finally ignited.

His body was bathed in flames. Bubbles erupted from his body, and he was screaming for his life. The man didn’t expect such a subtle way to die.

The air pressure and the limited amount of oxygen in each square mile of the outer space made Flex glide lifelessly elsewhere.

Veronica witnessed the dead angel’s body drift away.

(Beginning of Chapter 20 of my novel, The Pandemonium Chronicles: The Merge Between Heaven and Hell)

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Why is abuse attractive?

Hello to my worldwide fallen angels! How was your day? So strangest thing happened today. I was watching what I can assume was a rerun of Burn Notice. I don’t know if you ever heard of it. It’s a show about this guy who was blacklisted from the CIA and is forced to do missions for various people to earn his way back to the force. Burn Notice is not the main point of this post. It’s just that there’s a storyarc in the series about the man’s past concerning an abusive father and resilient mother who had to go through so much to raise him. Anyway it triggered something in me that I can’t even understand. You see, my ex was abusive towards me but for some reason, when I saw today’s episode of Burn Notice, I had this weird idea to call him. I didn’t, of course! But still, I don’t get why a domestic violence scene would enable me to want to call my ex. That’s not a normal human reaction to such things. Why am I like that? Can anyone relate? It’s not like abuse is sexy or healthy at all. At least it shouldn’t be. I will never allow myself to go through that psychological torture that was my relationship with my ex. I refuse to ever call him again. I just had to say something. Without blogging, the loneliness would probably have taken advantage of that brief window of weakness. It seems like the things in life that are bad for me are the most tempting. My ex is forbidden fruit and I’ll admit it’s gonna take me a loooonnngggg time to fully be okay with his absence. It’s been almost a year already and when I think I’m okay, something triggers me into thinking about him again. I have gotten over guys in the past, but I didn’t know what love was back then. Maybe I still don’t. Love isn’t abusive. If that’s the case, then I have never been in love ever. According to that logic, my ex fiance will just be another hurdle I must train myself to jump over. Maybe I merely scratched the surface of love is. I never felt so confused in my life prior to the day we met. Even when he’s physically not around, he has this control over me apparently. Being aware of this control is the key to resisting the urge to contact him. The same way I work out or meditate or train myself to ground, center, and shield due to my empathic ways, I must also train my entire being to resist my ex as well as any other forbidden fruit. No matter how tasty. That’s life. A constant struggle between good and evil, within yourself. That war is always an internal one. Anything outside of yourself is out of your control. If everyone focused more on themselves and facing their demons rather than pointing fingers at each other, this world would be a better place. Unfortunately other people’s troubles allow us to forget about our own. It’s easier to place blame on others. I have a war raging inside me. But I must always keep in mind The Three Laws. Law of attraction will persuade me to be positive so that more positivity is attracted to my being. Negating that law would be to be negative ultimately allowing negativity to take over me. Law of allowance encourages me not to let my fears and anxiety render me from new thought patterns and experiences. Closing myself off because of the past will inevitably prevent me from seeking any chance of salvation. Law of acceptance is to admit to myself that my ex is toxic and even though I feel lonely, at least I have a chance to grow and find myself. God took my ex out of my life for a reason. I must accept that and trust that God is paving the way for my time of peace and true love. Pray for me. The whole world is in my prayers. Have a wonderful day! Over and out.

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The Generational Curse

Good morning to my fallen angels! Welcome to another exciting addition to my blog. Today I would like to talk a little more about my book series. The series, as a whole, leads up to a generational war between the Olympians and the Demigods. Without spoilers, I just wanted to summarize the characters in the story without using names and their Godly parentage.

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First Book

Living in a domestic household as a child along with his younger brother and sister, he was forced into a time machine to steal The Pandemonium Gem from Hades for profitable gain. With eventual fortifying abilities that can shield him physically and mentally, he joins the fight. As an elder guardian of the source of evil, he defies his father, the lord of the gods.

Sole survivor and princess of a murdered planet, she was spared and sent to Earth to seek retribution. Unaware of her alien heritage, she slowly begins to learn about her parapsychic abilities and the truth about her past. Her mother can turn anyone to stone with just a glance.

Shapeshifting has always been his trademark. He favored the use of weaponry yet was a kindhearted, altruistic martyr. Victim to adultery and betrayal, he forgave his wife and only wanted what was best for her until the very end. His father created the labyrinth and provided weapons and armor to the other gods.

Even intangible abilities can’t help her escape her grief and regret for hurting the love of her life. Once a happy-go-lucky woman, transfromed after her husband’s sacrifice and became a strong amazoness. Her mother prefers the moon in the sky as the thrill of the hunt soothed the goddess.

His pyrokinetic powers makes perfect sense for his hot-headed temperament. Left out of the loop from the leader’s true plans makes him very angry. His father is the god of war, a merciless and almighty master.

As a child, he was very soft-spoken. His foster family took advantage of his late parents’ vast fortune. He originally died due to a gay bashing. Life got better after death when he finally met his soulmate in heaven. Now his sound manipulation helps him speak up more. His father loves to drink wine and spirits and enjoys the nightlife.

Son of the Sun God, he leads the angellic resistance to oppose their parents. He believe it is ethical to use his photokinetic gifts to take his team’s place on Mt. Olympus by force. It is time for the gods to pass down the torch to their offspring.

Fear and temptation makes him an unstable addition to the team. The lone powerhouse of the group, he never allows himself to utter a word after committing a horrible act of adultery, inevitably splitting up his two best friends forever. His ice manipulation keeps others at bay for he vows to never sin again. His mother tends to agriculture and his half-sister is the unlawful mistress of Hades.

He was raised very poor and became quite rebellious until his human death set him straight. His mother doesn’t accept his bisexual lifestyle and her vile disapproval forces her to suffer the most horrible fate. He loves himself just fine, even when half his face is disfigured due to his death to piranhas. His plasma bolts lights the way towards salvation. He is the grandson of the king of gods.

These are most of the main characters’ descriptions. To find out more, please order my book online through my publishing company, Xlibris Corporation. You can go to the dropdown menu on my blog to where it says “buy my first book.” I will provide the link here just in case: http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products/SKU-0120663049/The-Pandemonium-Chronicles.aspx I promise I won’t mention this again for a while. I don’t wanna pester my fallen angels too much. But I call my fans that because in a way, we are all suffering and fighting our own internal struggles, but I feel we should admit it to ourselves and to each other. If we all unite and support each other, life will be easier for us all. Have a wonderful day! Over and out.