Author: S. Alim Reza
Why do we fear the dark?
Shadows like those within
Forcing us to rely on the light
Radiating from our soul.
For some is a consuming absence
Others blinded by the flash
Left to grope at shifting shadows
Still, those whose pupils may dilate
Become accustomed to the gloom
Greet the inner demons
Personified as monsters
Hairy and scary within us all
To develop an equilibrium
With the less pleasant
Manifestations of ourself
[[Zanzibar – a guido in a trans am]]
7 am
The alarm clock screams
Forcing me from slumber
Apprehensively, I answer the call
And you vanish like a shadow
Of wisps of smoke
Your presence is a mirage
Of love’s warm breeze,
Soft embrace
And tender kisses.
Like a wishful illusion
That disapparates at 7 sharp
Replacing your silky sounds
With a shrill cry
The sexy sun shine’s
Luxuriant heat
Turns to a chill, clammy caress
Your body becomes my pillow
And our refreshing kisses
Become a facedown mouthful of sand.
I hate you, 7 am.
[[arcane/dichotomy/plot/SHARED DREAMS|SHARED DREAMS]]
NOT CONDEMNED TO DEATH BUT IMBUED WITH OPPORTUNITY
What if Judgment Day were every day and our sentence was meted out on an ongoing basis?
[[HOUSE of God – Of Nick]]
Convergence Chamber
An orgasm of thought
Culmination of being, consciousness
Encircler
Savage sexx rituals
Biblical MADMEN
[[THEMES OF THE ARCANE DIARY]]
Home
A maharaja’s temple in my closet,
A briefcase or a secret gesticulate
An enchanted doorway
To my astral home.
A place on another plane
Of regal proportions
A safe haven for my self
And my acquisitions
For no one knows its whereabouts
Unless I allow
the door to be found.
TITANS
Fallen spirits throughout history that have rebelled against ignorance to illuminate our state of existence – philosophers, scientists, poets, mystics, magicians, prophets, revolutionaries
[[homicidal hobo couple]]
[[Arcane/gargoyle/case-files/in command of a fortress and we are fighting a battle|in command of a fortress and we are fighting a battle]]
CLOSET
cat familiar investigates during dream states, a doorway to other planes
[[Arcane/the-inheritance/scenes/Game Testing – Istanbul Damascus – Shootout|Game Testing – Istanbul Damascus – Shootout]]
Death
The Stockholm syndrome love for my grim reaper
A fetish for death
Grotesque
Assuming the cloak of destruction
The end of a beginning
To the beginning of the end
The earthworm
Who transforms death
And cultivates life.
It is not murder –
Simply reincarnation
Acceleration
ONE blessed day
We’ll depart from this sewer.
Life is pain,
Death is hope,
Change.
The mystery
Of a future unknown
Beckons
As the seconds tick by.
I am in no hurry
But if it comes today
I am waiting eagerly
For it can only happen once.
