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Heart of the Woman IIHeart of the Woman
What will glow like fire every night?
What will shine like the stars?
What will glimmer so brightly
That one will see it from afar?
What will have value more than precious stones,
More than silver and gold?
What has a price so dear when bought
But never should be sold?
Men, if you don't know, then ask your wives; if they don't know, then ask Puabi.
When Heaven is Angry conclusionWhen Heaven is Angry
Every cloud has a silver lining. There may be some good in the worst situations. Within moments, earth dimensional time, the storm blew me through the threshold of Hastur's dimension and back to our world. The key was, how've, still in my grasp. The storm it evoked failed, or worse, was not meant to remove it. I rejoined Ralph Compton and we returned o his house. I spent about half an hour shaking myself from that experience.
"Well, Henry , thy sy that we learn from experience. What has this experience taught you?"
"for one thing, Ralph, old boy, it taught me to beware of them Old Ones."
"Oh, absolutely don't trust them!"
"Beyond that, I learned how much power they had and something queer about Hatur. But, let's get started. There are a few places that need a storm."
We set to work combining the spells in the Necronomicon Spellbook with the key. Throughout that time, we both duly dreaded the dimensions of the storms we would conjure. Ralph offered to hol
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
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
No Coffee is Sweet Without YouNo Coffee is Sweet Without You
"In the Name of Love"
Hazelnut in my cappuccino
Caramel in mocha too
But I can only think
That if the coffee is sweet
It is because I have you
I have tasted many cups before
Can I say that I enjoyed them all?
I finished each one
Because I felt it was what I should do
But if I said they were sweet
It may be untrue
If my coffee is sweet
It is because I have you
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