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Heart of the WomanHeart of the Woman
"You may have many things in life,
But you must have love. When you lose the others,
But you have love, you can still be happy. So I learned,
Beside my beloved."-Puabi
I never cared much for money
Or what it can buy.
Like many things in our world,
It comes and goes.
I never thought I was the "gods' gift
But something in me warranted
A gift to me: a special woman
Whatever is given is a blessing.
She came and does not want to go.
Her heart is in my care and custody
As I would handle a precious stone.
True love requires that we care.
I have cared for none other so much.
When Heaven is Angry page 3When Heaven is Angry
Whether Old Ones tell the truth or whether they tell the truth to frighten the listener remains to be proven. In any event, Hastur's warning came true that night. With the conclusion of the invocation, the gateway to his dimension opened before us. This gate was not the chaotic, amorphous type related to Yog~sothoth. Ralph explained as soon as the chance was evident, that Yog~sothoth was the gate to the dimension of the Outer Gods who served the court of Azathoth.
"You see, if you invoke Yog~sothoth, you will find your way through the dimension of the Blind God, in which there are servile entities labeled 'outer gods.' that dimension has proved perilous lately."
We naturally had scanty time to ponder that dimension. Suddenly, an abysmal dark passage manifested before me. Intuitively, we knew it was Hastur's dimension. It felt as dangerous as the dimension of the outer gods. An occasional flash of what resembled lightning lit the way for me. Ralph looke
When Heaven is Angry page 2When Heaven is Angry
Unlike my expectation of the controlling extra dimensional entity¹, the entity controlling storms was Hastur the book explained briefly that electrical storms were more atmospheric and so the nitty for air and fire was needed . That was Hastur. In any case, I needed to invoke his aid. Ralph assisted me ably. Witch tomes need a bell and a candle; Hastur needed only a candle for his element. Ralph helped me recite the invocation, since the script was antiquated and totally alien.
The rite involved a space in which 4 candles were placed at the four directions and lit in turns. Ralph attended to them, while echoing the invocation. He warned that I must state my purpose and be aware of the costs.
"You must beware because these entities are capricious and nonaligned," he said gravely.
"That suggests turning coat on me," I replied calmly. He nodded, and replied, still grimly,
"At any time they choose. Hastur has been known to turn without
Prodigal's SearchProdigal's Search
Tormented in school, berated at home
A constant need to live this life alone
I finished school to go abroad
My heart weighed with a heavy load
And every step I took then
Echoed with my mother's voice
An empty heart and a sad soul
Need time to recover and become whole
I needed to live among caring men
So I would not relive that life again
But still I heard that woman's voice
I wandered far and away back then
Vowing never to return home again
Haunted and hounded by my mother's ghost
Peace is desired but it has a heavy cost
Only now at the side of one I love
Who heals and soothes with a velvet glove
Does that voice soften and sound like the wind
And drift away like my dreams from my mind
And in the end I realized
That only my father and my sister cared
The former supported me till now more than I knew
The latter supports me at every thing I do
And I no longer hear that awful voice
When Heaven is Angry page 1When the Heaven is Angry
There was a celebration for these past three days during which the air outdoors was humid and ready to pour down rain. It finally did. Much to everyone's chagrin and my relief. It may seem odd but nobody paid attention to the sky or temperature. They took it for granted. Typical attitude in these parts. Every year without failure until this year. This year the weather was uncertain and rain fell more often. I cannot complain. I enjoy showers and storms.
They are thrilling to be in. I remember when I was still a boy and lightning struck a tree in our back yard near the kitchen and my mother was working in it. She jumped and I said "Heaven is angry because you're too tough with us kids." Of course she refused to believe me but I enjoyed warning her. Storms like that happened only occasionally but they were exciting. Today in the midst of a festival observed almost mindlessly due to long history a wild shower burst near my room and it thri
Woman's SilenceWoman's Silence
Woman is silent with a man
For sundry reasons
She may be anxious
About his health and their future
She may be sad
But afraid to tell
She may be happy in love
And simply enjoying it all
How do I know?
I am lying beside my woman
A soul suppressed for centuries
Duties of nobility
Affairs of state
Until she stopped living
My woman is silent too
About my health and our future
But she enjoys with me
Happy in our love
Love Haiku 3Love Haiku #3
Far from the simple souls
In the quiet of my single room
I have mood for love
Light in the DarknessLight in the Darkness
The light is fading slowly
Scanty hours of sunshine
But there is no monster without human shape
Where to find hope?
The call wafts to my ear like the breeze
"Relax and enjoy with Puabi, beloved!"
If I had no love, I'd be hopeless too
I keep vigil at the bedside
A Rather Peculiar Dream [conclusion]A Rather Peculiar Dream
The crew of that ship decided unanimously to destroy the parchment. They hoped that destroying it would eradicate their nightmares. However, the worse was bound to happen. They carried the parchment to the inn cautiously, hurried behind the inn and looked for dry wood. They separated and searched he terrain. About half an hour later, they returned to the spot and built a small bonfire; and then, they tossed the parchment into the fire. Instead of merely a burning manuscript, the air was filled with loud, painful screams. In the midst of burning the parchment, mysteriously the faces of Andrew Carlyle and two other mates caught fire and they suffered disfigurement and blindness. The unaffected mates gasped. The parchment jumped animatedly from the fire and landed in Carlyle's lap, setting his body ablaze.
They tried to seize the document and throw it into the fire again but it burned one mate's hands. He yelped in agony. Then, it suddenly vanished in sm
Jeff the KillerJeff the Killer
This is what I see through eyes I can’t shut
And this very colour flows through each vein
Everyone looks the same inside, but
In their souls they are like me, we all cause pain
This is the natural state of the world
I hate the weak and prey on the strong
Every great plan fails before it is unfurled
I will see this through, I will kill every wrong
This is how things will be when I’m done
With no one left there will be no death
I only scare them because I've already won
My blade has a hypocrite as its sheathe
Kill meKing of the damned
I can't live like that
Leave me to die
Let this nightmare end
My friend, please
End my life
L'ombre de ton ombre(English version below)
Une brise printanière passe. Sous la douce Aurore, des souvenirs bourgeonnent, et tes regards de bleuet...
La saison de notre amour.
Parmi les échos dans ma tête, ta voix y résonne. Comme si j'avais grandi près de toi, à t'apprendre petit à petit
J'aimerais te faire rire.
J'arrache de ta garde-robe quelques fragments de ton être. La douceur du coton, du lin, et de la laine m'enivre
Doux parfum de tes habits.
La perfection de tes courbes et le désir qui en émane réveillent en moi des sentiments encore inconnus
Un péché vivant.
Marchant comme si tu étais porté par le mistral, ta démarche est puissante et virile
Retourne-toi, je suis là.
The Russian Sleep Experiment: Sleep Beyond DreamsRending sanity’s veil as I lie comatose, awake
Awakening to find I cannot feel my face
Face-to-face with my own weakness, I break
Breaking down, everything falls away
Away from here, anywhere, I think I’ll leave
“LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU MONSTERS!” What?
What am I? I am not me, this is another’s hand
Handshakes and experiments, that is why I am here
Here in this space outside of time I am free
Freely I crawl, rip the hairless monkey to shreds
Shredding reality, I am soon put back to sleep
Sleep is temporary, my kind will wake again
Her arms are attached by branches
Her mouth is blocked by the moss of trees
she came here for him
she did not know that was a trap
She tries to call in for the help
The laughter of plants is scary
The king of the oaks is happy
A fir pushes its thorns in her skin
Her blood flows along its bruised body
The forest is happy
The Virgin sacrificed is incredible
BlackI took a look
inside the lake.
I saw silence,
and a few bones.
Then I felt
the fish scream.
Black Widow VIIlux
under the midnight moon, i stay awake in the hollow tresses of the drowning basement and it WON'T STOP SCREAMING AT ME STOP SCREAMING
run run run run d
i i rain
h rain h
A Human's HeartThe heart
in my chest
Sometimes in the throat
Stab it hard
with a sharp knife of mine
Need to kill it
Before it crawls out
from my mouth
Push, pull it
until it drops back down
The acid hurts
I can hear it
My heart, it melts
inside my sick stomach
Grows feet and hands
Just to survive for another day
It climbs back to my chest
Sleep my poor heart
Why are you hurting?
Nothing is happening
Stop going up and down
in my body
I need to relax
Stop the beating
with your tiny arms of a
I'd rather live without you
Lines on Y'ha-NthleiLines
Far below the ocean's surface,
At the ocean's floor,
In a vast and uncharted region,
Where divers have never gone before;
Where the fish and sea animals shun;
Where the submarines do not wander;
There lies an antiquated city
Of awe and wonder.
In the corridors of that dark city,
Unseen and unheard by men,
The inhabitants sing praises
To Father Dagon and his mate;
Occasionally, they may come ashore.
Sources in the town of Innsmouth
Claim to have seen them then,
In the far corners of the town,
To establish an Order of devotion
And their reign on the world_
Alas! for-ever more.
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