Category: Guest Writer


Day 22- The Conductor


Hey! Today, someone called ‘Woyi OC’ would be taking over. Enjoy.

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THE CONDUCTOR

After much preparation it is time.
You take the stage with violin in hand.
The conductor faces you.
Eyes meet then she turns to the crowd, announces the symphony that is about to be played.
She turns back to face you.
Silence

You begin to play.
You’ve prepared for a long time.
You hope you have learnt from all the mistakes you made over the times.
You start to play.
The crowd watches.
They feel like its all perfect.
But the conductor knows; she knows what note is to come next.
They can’t truly see.
You’re nervous as you play the violin.
The conductor gestures away; frantically at high tempo upbeat parts,softly at low key parts.

She’s telling you what to do.
Even after all the practice, she still needs to show you.
Because she’s the conductor; he knows it, you play it.
The symphony is half done.
You’re getting it right.
Her face is still stern.
She does it to tell you half a success is none at all.
You keep playing.
You’re at the climax of the song.
That high part that gets the blood flowing fast.
You play with your mind and might at its peak.
Power and precision.

She smiles, the conductor smiles.
Its almost over.
You’re doing well thus far.
She’s happy with you.
The crowd doesn’t see; her back is turned to them.
But you know it is not over till its over; mind and body still sharp, you play frantically.
The symphony is almost at its end.
Just a few notes more, almost there.

It’s done.
You can’t look her in the face.
You know that she’s in charge.
You know she knows the music best.
You summon the courage to look at her.
She’s smiling, She’s happy.
You did it.
The crowd is applauding, but it doesn’t mean anything if she’s not smiling.
She is still smiling.
You are happy, she’s happy.

The crowd doesn’t understand.
But you both do.

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Happy Sabbath and good luck with guessing what this post is REALLY talking about ūüėČ

Day 21- Death is Saving Me


Hey all! Tarhyel takes us through today!

Death is Saving Me

You know nothing of my kind

And you try to know what runs inside,

When I put on my evil smile.

But the more you know, the less you like.

Never has someone lived in such an aura of Apathy.

Is it over yet? you ask yourself.

What feeling is this in which I dwell?

You conquer your fear of courage and dig deeper;

Through my Iris, you find my soul.

Unexcused, Unabsorbed, Alone but Unafraid;

Unexplained, Unresolved, is it worth the price you pay?

You give me yours, for I have no heart.

You must be the Alchemy of all that is Loving.

My biggest fear Love, has come to me:

Death it seems, is saving me.

My lone-some existence has died,

Risen from Ash my Life can begin.

You bared the wounds on your back,

Scars untold upon your heart.

You are the one who stopped at nothing to set me free.

In this moment of eternity, I make a vow,

Never shall my WILL be undone;

To Love you with my all now and long after I’m gone.

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It’s Friday. Cheers to the coming weekend and holiday!

Day 20


Pie san’s day.

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Al-lusion
The confusion as the answers fade away
May the mysteries of the morrow
Be prevailed upon today

And in time The coffin beckons
And the feet hurry to go
Graying head is full of questions Heart, with maelstrom, beats below

It is weary, All is dreary
Leave desire, find your rest
Leave the chase of shady answers Never found, then lost is best

Lonely spirit, Can you feel it?
There is no one left to care
No quintessence, take your presence
Pack your longings, bring them here…

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Three years today, a friend was stabbed to death over a Facebook argument. I was going to write something but i am a dry well.
I remembered this from Pie san and decided to use. I am just realising how apt this is.
This is for you, Salum Kombo.

Day 18- The Gateway


I’ll leave you in the saner hands of Dionysus.

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THE GATEWAY

Fallen into a deep sleep, The sweet melody of nothingness embraces me and takes me to a place; A place so formless, so beautiful, so lucid and yet, I don’t remember any of it. They say time flies when you’re having fun. When I am in this place, I close my eyes for just a second and when I open it, I know I have travelled in time to the future. I must have had a lot of fun for time to fly that fast and yet, I am in a passive state. I feel refreshed and it was as if I merely blinked my eye. In between, what really happens? What happens when consciousness leaves? I like to call this place between sleeping and waking life, The Gateway.
What Happens In The Gateway? There are times we have flashes of imagery. Other times metaphors, vivid pictures, vague ideas, abstract concepts, strange voices and many more. We remember all these images so vividly when we sleep but as soon as we wake, we forget them. They say dreaming occurs during REM (Rapid Eye Movement) sleep i.e When our eyes roll under our eyelids during sleep. Its happened to me countless times that I have had the most beautiful of dreams when I sleep and yet when I wake, I can’t remember them. I just know they made me feel good as I saw the images in my sleep but no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to recollect what happened.
People also claim to have Out-of-body experiences in The Gateway. They believe we all have an astral body and we can astral project by some deep form of meditation designed to silence the mind. They say the astral body leaves through the pineal gland located in the middle of our forehead. Some call this The Third Eye and say it holds a lot of spiritual powers if awakened. Some say they leave their bodies during sleep and travel the world in their astral bodies. They claim the experience is sort of like first person clairvoyance. Can we really rationalise what goes on in The Gateway? Can we really know what happens in the mental world of an individual stuck in The Gateway? Can scientists observe the flow of blood in the brain and the various chemical reactions that occur in the brain to cause us to dream? Can they isolate certain parts of the brain and cause us to dream while we are awake?..Some shamans believe that what happens when we sleep is reality and what happens when we awake are dreams and illusions. They believe that mankind is forever in a state of deep sleep even though conscious. They are of the idea that if we could remember our dreams during sleep and also decipher its hidden meanings, we would have a true guide to show us the way as we live our lives in conscious waking life.
Another experience that happens during The Gateway is when you are awake and yet you can’t move your body. They call this sleep paralysis. You are conscious of what’s going on around you and your senses are working but you can’t seem to control your body. This has also happened to me many times. Maybe its a mini form of astral projection. Maybe I’m out of my body and I’m sensing things around me. Maybe I’m just too tired and I forgot how to control my limbs. There’s also the recurring dream of falling from a cliff or a high structure and the moment you hit the floor, you awaken. This is accompanied by a subtle pain in your solar plexus. Again, maybe that’s the astral body returning to the original body and falling from a cliff is the mental imagery you get in the dream. There are also wet dreams were you wake up lying in a pool of your own semen. Some say a female demon or succubus is responsible for this. They believe this demon has intercourse with you while you sleep and causes you to ejaculate against your will. Sadly, I also have had my own fair share of wet dreams in my teenage years(perverted mind). It isn’t that I saw myself having sex with a hot dame during sleep, I just know I’m pounding against something and when I cum in my dream, it gushes out like a hose!. I feel as if I’ve filled up a river with semen in my dream but when I wake, its not that bad. That also happens generally in dream life. Your emotions are heightened, senses are sharper and everything seems over-exaggerated. I can’t tell if women have this too. We also hear of the incubus but I don’t know if any female is honest enough to tell us whether she really climaxes in her sleep when the incubus shows up. Are there any physical symptoms of orgasm or he just makes her have morbid fantasies? I’m talking about does she wake up with liquid dripping from her loins or maybe she just has sex with the incubus in her dream and there are no signs when she wakes?
Life has many mysteries and he who is to know life has to first know Self. He has to know the reason Why. The root Why from where all the other small why’s spring from. There’s always one sole reason why we do what we do and it usually comes from a feeling of lack within. Its a seed planted in our mind. Like a hydra, the more we cut the head off and try to ‘fix’ this lack, the more heads pop out, the more why’s grow till there are stems, branches and leaves of whys in our minds. In The Gateway however, abnormal things happen. You might see yourself in a garden surrounded by white doves one moment and then the next moment, your stomach is drilled with a chainsaw by a loved one. That is the hidden message in The Gateway. Irrationality. Maybe sometime in the near future, scientists would understand what happens to us when we sleep but for now, what we can get from The Gateway is Irrationality. All our understanding is limited, biased and tailored to keep us in our shell forever screaming from our prison cells, telling our other inmates we are free. We who live in ‘society’ are all sentenced to life imprisonment from the moment we are born. Mankind has only two natural drives or instincts. The Desire for Self Preservation and The Desire to Reproduce. Concepts like money, language, Tv, Marriage, office, education, politics etc are a perversion to the instincts and are all artificial stimulants. As man climbs the ladder of what society calls success, he is erecting the bars to his prison cell firmly with his own hands. When he does all that is expected of him by ‘Society’, he would have built a large prison for himself, forever locked away from the outside world. There are also those who don’t follow what ‘Society’ tells them to do and again, these ones still end up in prisons built by their own hands. Only thing is their prison is more wretched and dilapidated. What is the way out? What does The Gateway teach us?
Irrationality is the only rational state of mind. We can never know where we are going cause we don’t know where we came from. How can you finish something when you don’t know where you started from? There are a billion paths you could choose to follow in life so how do you know that the One out of a billion you chose is the right one? Is there any judge that would tell you these things in the end? What if he told you, sorry son, you followed the wrong path.. Would that console you or crush you and the feeling of consolement and being crushed, what does it really mean? Do you really feel it or you think you feel it? Can any feeling ever occur without a subtitle in the form of thought playing in your head? Why is it some thoughts occur without you thinking about them and you feel good doing them while some other thoughts occur and you keep thinking about them and feel bad when you try to do them? Irrationality is the solution to all this..
Just like The Gateway, we should fly through time and shatter the senses. We should destroy our linear form of thinking and reasoning. We are all sentenced to life imprisonment and we can’t escape it. The only way to deal with this is to have this irrational belief that we are free, that we can can escape our prison. Although, we might never break out of prison, trying to break out is the most rewarding experience in life, even though painful at times. Don’t try and remove the log in your eye, endure the pain and enjoy the view. Believe that there is no log. The inner life is all there is. We believe that there is a world out there because our eyes see far ahead but everything out there occurs in the brain, your brain. The human body is what we use to communicate with the outside world and the outside world is just a projection of the inner world. Apart from nature, everything we see out there was created inside someone’s mind. A diseased mind would see a desolate world of suffering and apathy even if you gave him a thousand pieces of gold while a clean mind would see a different world. Waking life is filled with distractions. These distractions are designed for us to escape ourselves. Everyone is moving, talking, looking, listening, smelling, tasting, feeling so the mind is never at rest forever bombarded by foreign stimulus. What is the aim of all this struggle in the end? We have to eventually come to the conclusion that there is no aim. Only then can we attain liberation through Irrationality. The Struggle is the Aim. To cleanse your mind is to start doing what you wouldn’t normally do, Irrational things. Only then can you find the path that leads to The Gateway and harness its power in waking life.
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Co-signed!

Day 16 – End of the World


Allo!
Today, Dionysus is taking over!

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END OF THE WORLD

If the world was actually going to end and you were given a heads-up beforehand, how would you spend your last days? Seriously, if Today was the last day of existence, what would you do before you got swept away by rapture or crushed by meteorites from space?.. Feel Free to voice your opinion at the end of this but let me explore some possibilities of my own…
1. REPENTANCE
Ah, yes!, this is where you’d find most people. They are all holding their bibles or crucifixes or kneeling down in church and praying violently or singing praise and worship with their eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling…the path of mass fear!. We came to this world and right from the beginning, they told us our very existence is cursed! They say everyone born of this world is born of sin and if we deny our instinctive drives, we might get lucky and make it to this place called ‘heaven’. If it is such a burden to actually be sinless on Earth, then heaven must be a place where humans gnash their teeth and weep inside while wearing a smiling¬†fa√ßade. Heaven must be like the workplace; Everybody pretending to like each other, laughing loudly at jokes that ain’t funny and all in all, acting like everything is fine when its as boring as watching paint dry. Think about it… Its meant to be a smooth sailing trip from Earth to Heaven, no turbulence, but to live a life without sin is to suffer intense pain from your fellow humans on Earth. The most common pain is the pain of ostracism. I’m not talking about pseudo religious people who only have God’s name on their lips not in their hearts. People who are actually devoted to religion know what I’m talking about. You’d forever be ridiculed by your peers and feel repressed, like you’re denying a huge part of yourself, burying it underneath. You’d feel cheated more than you feel blessed, like you’ve been alienated from everyday life. Its the case of the sinful party chick who gets married to a billionaire while the christian girl is still single and hurting inside. She usually wears a plastic smile on her face and pays lip service to¬†Christ¬†even though she’s burning within. If Heaven where real, going there is not gonna be pleasurable. Solitude is the only true path to heaven, aloneness, loneliness. To really be sinless is to live in solitude. Many Humans cannot deal with solitude so I don’t know why they think they’d feel good if they actually went to heaven…
2. REVENGE
I love this path even though many won’t choose to take it. It is punishing your enemy! whoever he or she is. Since the world is gonna end, you’d just say fuck it and look for that enemy you’ve murdered many times in your mind and actually kill Him/Her in real life. Sharpen your blades! Fuel your chainsaws! Load that shotgun!, make sure that marafucker dies by your hands! Its orgasm to your soul ending your enemy’s life with your own hands.
3. FRIENDS & FAMILY
This is another path people would likely choose. They’d spend time with their friends and family; sit together and go down memory lane, say those mushy mushy words they wouldn’t say on a normal day, stare at the sunset together with Celine Dion’s music playing in the background… You get the picture.
4. INHIBITIONLESS
I also love this path! Since the world is ending today, rip off all your clothes, scream at the top of your lungs, smack a girls ass for no reason, take all the drugs you can find. You’re basically going down swinging! Your last moments on Earth would be so fucking great that the afterlife would seem boring to you (If there’s any)
5. REVELATIONS
Fasten your seatbelts and open your ears wide cause this is where you hear the most shocking secrets revealed!. You might just realise your brother is in the Yakuza or your girlfriend was once an orangutang!. This is where people pour out all their deep dark secrets, clear it off their chest since the world is gonna end anyway. It might be fun to listen to… sometimes.
6. DENIAL
There are obviously those who just can’t believe that the world will come to an end one day (including me). Hollywood has corrupted our minds with special effects and science fiction that we think we’d get plucked by some white light from the sky (the Holy ones) OR we’d witness the Apocalypse and get crushed in the final battle between the Angels from Heaven and the Demons from Hell…Yawn!.. Some people will go to work, come back home and sleep even if the world were ending today. They just can’t accept that strange phenomena like that could occur. It would have been fucking epic though if something like that could happen
This is all I could come up with. Tell us how you’d spend your last days on Earth if the world where ending today.
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Lool! The world ending? Man’s gonna be in a frigging Chinese buffet eating myself to a premature heart attack! Then get married to the nearest guy. Man’s can’t die single. Jesus didn’t die for that. -.-¬†Consummate¬†the marriage inside the church there there. Hotel gini? Are you not hear the world is gonna end ni? My friend will you bring out that penis biko! Are we here to play?
We gats do like 20 rounds…at least.
The End.
ūüėÄ

Day 14- The Agoge


Today, I’ve got my Pie Poet @pieinstomach. He writes for the Dancil blog along with a couple of other cool guys. Anyway here it is.

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THE AGOGE

I am gone into the fields
To ply my solemn trade
In forests made of steel
Men such as I are made

And broken. We were wrought
In fire, we were schooled
“Let Glory be your lust ”
And lusting, we were fuelled”

Here I was made to dance
“Forsake both bone and joint”
Body became as blade
And hand, the sharpened point

Many fell where I stand now Engarbed in cloth and bronze
The school unsees all failure Disowns her fallen sons

But for those left, the glory!
We climb from fire to fame
And with my foe’s anointing
All Greece will know my name

A stab of icy iron
A block with battered shield
A lunge with grissly purpose
Strike and water the field

The fires here burn brighter
By stealing yet more flame
This man was my sword-brother Now, only I remain…

It is a deadly beauty
The baptism of blood
The fates lay hold of man
And spin him into god

A higher form of life.
A finer sense of all
The wills of two will clash
The will of one will fall…

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Haven’t got much to say today. Ok, I do. A happy birthday to Miss @Cherybola. I know you wouldn’t have expected this. Have fun!!!!
That being said, been a bit of a struggle writing a story. Im not too bothered as at yet. I want to write for myself so won’t push or hurry it.
If you want me to talk about anything, let me know!
Oh and if you think you want to contribute, Please do!!!!

That’s it for today

Chairs to the sitting weekend.


Hey.
Today’s post is by someone who would rather remain anonymous.
Do enjoy!

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RIVER

I read my uncle’s stories. Not Uncle Jonah, Uncle Joseph.
It gets confusing sometimes to differentiate
them in my head; all the twins I know look and think alike, even though mother says Jonah and
Joseph were as different as night and day. Mother has a folder of his stories and drawings, most of
them are from his twenties. All his teenage fiction is lost now, gone with the wind. There’s also his
diary from 2001, the one which mother took in 2002 and kept. I think I’ve read that from cover to
cover many times. Then he didn’t use so many big words and there was happier then. In one of the
pages he actually called mom and grandma hags.

Mother¬†doesn’t¬†talk about my Uncles Jo¬†any more.
She¬†doesn’t¬†talk much, about anything.¬†I’ve¬†seen videos of her from younger when she wore really
small shorts and rode horses on the beach and seemed to constantly laugh at every little thing. She
isn’t¬†that person¬†any more. She misses them though, in her own way. The family portrait from when
they were younger¬†doesn’t¬†have any dust on it, unlike most things in this house.
I was tiny the last time I saw Uncle Jo, a baby really so I don’t really remember much about him.
But I know him.
I know he used to hate people shortening his name. There’s a day here, March 14, when
he got really angry because he introduced himself to a girl and she asked if she could call him Jo. He
was angry about it, his name was just two syllables, two phonetic sounds and she wanted to shorten
it to one.
People shortened his name a lot Joey, Joe, Jo, Jay; some even shortened his surname. He
felt shortening a name was robbing it of its power. Joseph meant beloved, everything else meant
nothing. He wrote that he felt guilty after, she really¬†didn’t¬†mean anything by that. And he‚Äôd taken
out his frustrations on her. Uncle Ed used to do that a lot, feel guilty because he stood up for himself.
I think he was a coward or too sensitive, most times a mixture of both.

I know uncle Jo felt under pressure, much like I feel. It’s a different kind of pressure from the one I
feel but at least the effect is the same. Pressure not to disappoint. Constant anxiety, its like this
physical thing, your heart in your mouth, sweaty armpits and hours trying not to rationalize the things
you’ve¬†done, looking for mistakes in them.
Mine is from being the only child mother has. Her greatest legacy. Mother is a very hands-on person in her life. And she believes in results, that the work should be done in secret and the results presented like a magician’s show, so it appears effortless,
apparently plucked out of thin air. She is that way with her work. And she is that way with me.
At¬†home I can be petulant and sad and needy and whiny, at home¬†I’m¬†allowed to have emotions. But
outside, in the company of strangers¬†I’m¬†only allowed one; serenity.
Smile to older strangers, walk slowly at the buffet table, even though I can people taking second and third helpings, eating my
plate covered with small clumps of remnant food scraped from the edges of the serving trolleys with
a demure happy smile.
The happy child.
Uncle Joe was the good middle child. Every other role was taken, stuck-up first born, sadist spoilt last born. Mom and his brother fought constantly for
grandma’s attention and in all the noise, his own rebellions seemed small, a welcome relief. So he
stopped trying and started writing and drawing; eventually he had to choose. He chose drawing and
dropped the diaries.

The pressure is pretty bad on most days but I think I have it better than he did.
I’m¬†not being ignored by mother at least not as badly as he was.
I wish I could write like he did. But¬†I’m¬†already in my teens and the gift¬†hasn’t¬†been passed down.
Maybe his was like a disease that snuck into his body undetected because of all the activity that
puberty brought on, and when everything settled, his Immune system worked through and found it
and neutralized it. Or maybe he gave up one medium of expression for another.
His pictures are beautiful. They are of dark things, but beautiful none the less.

There’s this particular one, inspired by this song he loves. It’s a girl on a bridge, leaning forward and looking over, at a much smaller
reflection of herself, rippling in the dark still river. The girl in the water is not looking back at her, instead she is looking at her hands, which are cupped together holding a dandelion. She is smiling, happy and oblivious to black murky water that surrounds her. The girl on the bridge is leaning so far
out that its certain she’ll fall.
The girl in the water looked like mom and the girl on the bridge had Uncle Jo’s hair. When mother first saw it, she stood there, in the gallery full of white walls and stared at it as her tears fell.
I cried too.
I don’t know why.
Maybe because the girl in the water was already¬†so happy she¬†didn’t¬†care about the girl on the bridge. Perhaps it was because I knew only a truly sad
person could create something like that. Something so ominous an yet so simple. Or maybe I just felt
jealous and somewhat protective of the girl in the water; she was happy, but her happiness was
dependent on the girl on the bridge, if the girl on the bridge walked away, she would just cease to
exist.
You are the girl on the bridge, leaning out too far, hoping to catch a glimpse of a part of you that is
truly happy and oblivious to everything around her. Drifting away slowly, cradling what remains of
your innocence in her palms.
You will fall.
Because
That’s the only way you become the girl in the water.
Uncle Jo fell.
And his paintings and stories took on a life of their own.
I’ve¬†been leaning over, reluctantly, looking for her. But so far, all I have seen is myself.

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*Sigh* ūüôā
Jana..

Day 7 -Black Widow // Erotica


Hey! Today, decided to hand the floor over to @Tarhyel.
Second time here; another beautiful bouquet of poetry.

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Black Widow

She mourns forever, she’s a black widow.

Cursed by Selene the moon goddess herself,

Cast down to earth a plague amongst men.

Beauty divine, reincarnation of an angel;

Heart as black as the flames of hell.

Lecherous appetite for men,

Looks so seductive yet sinister.

She possesses whomever she wants.

A vortex of forbidden pleasures she promises you.

All she asks is your soul in return;

Such a small price to pay for a night with a goddess.

It is but of course not aleatory that her beauty is peaked during the full lunar. nights

She knows Selene sets out to retrieve what rightfully belongs to her,

The soul of a fallen man.

Such agony she feels for she falls in love with every man she lays with,

Listening to the cadence of his last breath.

Eyes sparkle as tears depart from them.

A new day approaches, a curse rekindled

She mourns forever, she’s a black widow.

Erotica

Eyes of burning desire,

¬†An Angel’s face with a bed devil’s grin.

 As the night swallows the day, thus a tingling sensation engulfs the body.

¬†I lust for her, I’m in love with my lust.

 Willingly I give in, and let nature take its rightful place.

Fingers run through hair full of lustre,

 Her skin is soft, and her grasp is strong.

 Pleasure finds pain and together they resonate in harmony,

 Ever so luxuriant are her silent screams of ecstasy.

 She is my Erotica, Reason for my Eroticism.

¬†Intertwined strings of life’s fate has brought us together.

 Sight, Smell, Touch, Taste and Sound of her;

 All five senses elevated to a higher state.

The Uncanny fusion between Man and Woman,

 Two souls have acquired Oneness,

 A higher Consciousness is attained.

 The realm of the physical is no more.

 The essence of free spirit ascending to the heavens,

 Welcomed by the Cosmos,

 And for a split second, I touch the hand of GOD,

 For this feeling of purity can only be Evanescent,

Hence I marvel at her powers,

 And lie in Awe at her unveiled world of enigmatic Beauties.

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And that is it from @Tarhyel for today! A fantastic writer if I might say so myself.
Do leave your comments, we’d appreciate that.
Have a lovely end to the weekday!
Cheers!

Day 2- God’s Unwanted


Hey!!!
Today, I’ve got a new guest writer in the coven! Give a warm and hearty welcome to @tarhyel!!
His two-part poetry today would be our meal today. Do enjoy!
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God’s Unwanted

Why do you continue to ripple the waters of my inner peace?

For what reason do I deserve such torment?

Let me be, let me listen to that sweet sound of silence,

To take refuge in that vast void in which I reside.

Away from the chaos of your world;

From your so called pleasures which are but illusions of ephemeral value.

You persecute me because I take no part in your Ignorance?

No more, for I have persevered long enough.

I accepted you with a heart cheering and bright as the stars

But know this, from the brightest star comes the blackest of holes

I shall render your lands desolate.

All existence affiliated to you shall be no more.

What is it you value most in this world?

I shall take pleasure in ripping it apart,

As I watch your heart disintegrate along with it.

Expose you to agony even the devil could not comprehend;

Roister not over your demise, for death is only the beginning.

I shall take you portals far beyond the knowledge of Hades.

As for your unborn seeds, it is their Fate to suffer the sins of the father.

For they will be delivered in the After-Life

For all eternity you shall remain in the spiral of Pandemonium.

From this moment forth you remain cursed.

God hears you not, for He sees justice in my actions.

You have been labelled The Unwanted Children of God.

The Light of Dark (God’s Unwanted II)

Trapped, Confined in a place where time is an illusion.

Warmth, peace and love can only be imaginary.

For all we know these feelings have somehow become lost in time.

A dimension where the only horizon is darkness swallowing darkness,

Where the cause of every action is evil,

And the effect even more evil.

It wasn’t always like this.

A price we pay for embracing the euphoric gift of free will.

Judgement, placed upon us by a certain being; the righteous one.

He possessed powers far beyond the fathom of any mortal,

Proof that he is aided by a divine presence.

And so he¬†labelled¬†us GOD’S UNWANTED, children of the dark…

So be it then, for within the spreading darkness, we have found a new light;

A light with a dark aura,

An army of banished souls,

Uncouth beings, all with a common resolve,

To bring death to the righteous.

A legion for we are many.

Like the beasts we are, we shall claw our way up to the heavens,

And burn it all to dust.

Hear my words for on this day; there shall be a cry louder than anyone all that is has ever heard before,

And upon victory spread our rule across the entire universe.

For those who oppose our will, come; we will be waiting,

To welcome you with open claws.

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Reading this the first time gave me delicious chills.
Tarhyel would love feedbacks so people, tell him what you think!
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Day 1 – 666 Park Avenue


Howdy!
Another December, another 31 Days Challenge!
I’ll be putting something up every single day; tales, rants, expos√©s.
Decided to start this month with this story by a regular writer on P. Pages.
Dionysus is here!
Hehehehe!

666 Park Avenue

What will you give to get what you want in this life? What will you sacrifice to receive what it is you crave? Your hearts desire, Your longing? What will you do to fill that void inside of you? That deep vortex of nothingness spiraling within you, weaving its webs to entwine you in a world where getting what you want leads to the absence of wanting it? We hear stuff like selling your soul to the devil but are we to take it literally? I mean is there a real contract where someone could actually sign and lose their soul?
“Good Morning Sir. Welcome to 666 park avenue. How can I help you?”
¬†“Hello, erm… can I get a room please, I’m only staying for the weekend.”
¬†“Sure, just a minute.. Here you go sir, room 1407.. These men there will help you with your luggage”
“Thanks…”
666 Park Avenue was like no other Hotel. I would call it a 6 star hotel if there was such a word. Built by billionaire Russian oil mogul Sir Avanus Kavchenko, He aimed at creating a hotel made solely for the elite of society.
The name was no coincidence either.
Take the licentiousness of sin city (Vegas), multiply it by a 100 and 666 park avenue was what you got. His aim was to create a haven where the wealthy people of society came to indulge in whatever sick twisted fantasy they had. A place where they could actually use their money to get what it is they wanted rather than more materialistic crap to fill the void. Poor people usually cannot comprehend the sick twisted thoughts of the rich but believe me, if a wealthy man is jerking off to toad porn, he is justified. He has reached a point where he can’t feel anything anymore and the everyday life of humans has become very strange and unstimulating to him.
As they helped Jack with his luggage, he saw two smoking hot girls at the reception making out completely naked. He had seen them before on TV. They were Supermodels. They caught him staring and they both turned to look at him with smiles on their faces before they continued their make out session. As he was making his way to the elevator, he heard the sound of an animal coming from a room. As he peaked through the door, he saw a pig bound, its arms and legs tied with ropes stretching from the four ends of the room leaving it suspended in mid air. He also saw a man fucking the pig hard from behind causing it to ‘oink’ in agony. He looked into another room and saw an old woman probably in her 60’s giving fellatio to a boy that looked not older than 8 years. Jack finally reached the elevator and as he stood there with the two hefty men by his side carrying his luggage, his mind went back to the grotesque images he just saw. The elevator door closed.
“So what goes on around here?”
“What doesn’t?”¬†The two men laughed
Jack had heard about 666 park avenue from friends. He was a young man in his early 20’s working at Wall Street. He wasn’t freaky but let’s face it, every one of us have sick twisted fantasies that play in our minds every now and then. He decided to go to 666 park avenue to see what really goes on in there, probably indulge in a fantasy of his.
As the elevator reached his floor, he could smell something pungent coming from a room. Fumes came from underneath the door and from the smell, he could tell it was a narcotic; crack, probably heroin or cocaine freebased.
“Guess who’s in that room?”
“Who?”
“Pastor Nolan!”
Everyone knew Pastor Nolan. He had a very big church, his congregation was huge and he had sermons broadcast on TV every Sunday.
“Wow! that’s crazy…”
“Crazy? You ain’t seen nothing yet… Here you are Sir”
“Thanks, and call me Jack”…
“Sure Jack”
As he entered the room, it was as if he traveled back in time. The room was like something from the 16th Century. The artwork was vintage, so was the furniture. There was something very gothic about the room, as if a vampire once lived there. As he entered the bedroom, he saw a very beautiful girl lying naked on the bed. She looked like a mix of Egyptian and American blood . Her skin was glowing bronze like she had a tan, long black hair covering her shoulder blades and brushing her dark perky nipples.
“Come to me baby”
Jack couldn’t help himself.
This isn’t some movie where the hero sees a hot chick naked on the bed and doesn’t fuck her. Nope it¬†Isn’t¬†that scene where the hero passes up free pussy just to save the day.
In reality, the day don’t need to be saved….
Jack’s boner was tugging at his trouser and he quickly took off all his clothes and dived into bed with the goddess he saw in front of him. Her smell was like sunshine and fresh gardens. Her moans made him forget every thought in his head. The touch of her flesh was so soothing and rubbery to his palms that they went over every part of her body caressing and groping. He felt so warm inside of her, the air Conditioning cooling their skins while he thrusted deep into her.
“Madeline, what goes on around here in the creeeepy 666 park avenue?”
“Anything you want baby”
“Anything is kinda nothing.. Give me an example”
She brought out a spliff from the drawer near the bed and lit it…
“What I’m saying babe is if you have the right amount of cash, you could watch Rihanna get fucked by a horse right in front of you while you jerk off”
“Haha!¬†that’s¬†extreme, it don’t sound possible… Gimme that”
He took a drag from the reefer
“What if I want to pee in Beyonce’s mouth?”
“That can be arranged”…
“What of Jay-Z?”
“You want him too?”
“What I’m saying is that if by some weird way he found out, won’t he be pissed?”
“There are things you don’t understand about this world dear, many things”
“Do tell, enlighten me, as it is right now, I am not leaving this room till tomorrow plus this your pot is top quality.. Where did you get it from?”
“They get it from Afghanistan. If you want some, I could get for you at the lobby”
“Nah, Later Madeline, right now, open my mind to the things which I do not understand about this world.. The many many many many things”
“L.O.L. ¬†it ain’t a joke.. I’m serious”
“Alright…tell”
“The long and short of it is that anyone you see on TV or in a magazine or you hear on radio or see in the newspaper all belong to a secret society. The owner of this hotel is a top ranking member of that society”
“The Illuminati?”
“No dear, all that Illuminati stuff is what they use to distract people from the truth”
“What truth?”
“This secret society has one aim and one aim only. To make more money. How do they do this? Turn on your Television, everything you hear and see is tailored to get you to spend your money. EVERYTHING! The party life, drinking, fucking, clubbing all day, shallow thrills are what they tell you to chase on TV. They make it seem cool to do these things but its all an illusion. Their aim is for you to spend your money. You chase that shallow life so you’re forever in a state of getting what you don’t want so you keep buying and buying and buying trying to fill the void”
“Hmmmm.. Makes a little sense. What of the Rihanna bestiality, how does that work?”
“As long as you appear in the media, the people in this secret society are free to use you for whatever they please. Yeah you see celebs with the glitz and the glamour and you’d be like ‘I want to be like them’ but honey, thats a deathwish. If Tom Cruise was needed to eat someone’s faeces, it can be arranged by this secret society. It’s in their contract. This society is free to use them for whatever they please and in return they’d give them fame, recognition and a small piece of the wealth. They are like puppeteers. Anyone right from the politicians to the president to the actors to the musicians to the pastors to the terrorists… anyone you see in the media all belong to this secret society”
“Wow”
“Yeah.. There are many rich folks underground who prefer to stay incognito. These folks don’t give to charity so they have excess cash floating around. If they consult the secret society, they can make all their fantasies come true with the right amount of money. Even celeb deaths are preplanned. A customer might decide he wants to kill a celebrity for kicks. If he pays, they allow him to do whatever he pleases with the celebrity. The agreement in the contract states that he must kill the celeb when he is done. When you hear of the death of a celebrity on the news, the story is fake and scripted. The celeb died at the hands of a rich customer in some secret chamber probably weeks before you heard it on the news.. Tupac, Aaliyah, Lisa Left eye Lopes, Biggie, Heath Ledger, MJ, They all died in the chamber and how the media told us they died is a sham”
“This is a lot to process.. Its either you’re really stoned or you’re making a lot of sense”
“Both! I’m telling you the truth. I’m not supposed to but I don’t know why I feel the need to tell you…”
“So how much will it take for me to sodomize Beyonce?”
“That’ll be around $200 million”
“For a night?”
“Yeah”
“That expensive?”
“Dude a particular guy paid close to that amount for Kim Kardashian 3 times .. God knows what he did with her”
“Kim?”
“You surprised? Of all the girls, are you surprised Kim is part of the society.. You seen her sextape? That was some gay Korean dude who paid the secret society cause he wanted to see RayJ’s cock. When the other members of the society saw the tape, Kim was immediately noticed for her fat ass. They paid good money for her. She’s one of those girls who has taken it in all holes and I’m not just talking about the ones she uses to ‘pee’ and ‘poo’
“Hahaha! SHit… Fucking hilarious! I think I’m gonna pass out from this herb though.. It’s gonna be a fun day tomorrow… Goodnight.
He woke up and she was gone. There was a note on the pillow where she slept.
“Follow the Yellow Brick Road”
Jack woke up refreshed on a Saturday morning, ready to explore what 666 park avenue had in store for him. Not wasting any time, he got up and began his journey….
END
Trivia – The title 666 park avenue is from a recent TV series that got scraped from ABC

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Tomorrow, No idea what will come up! Lol.
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Give me your ideas in the Comment section and ifit’s wacky/sensible enough, I’ll do it and credit the post of the day to you!

Have a lovely day!

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