IsaiahRamesses

The story of Darling Smithers life continues... Darling found comfort in her bed that night, though she didn’t get much sleep. All she could think of was vengeance. Around five A.M. she gave up on rest and started her day. After she’d fed her grandmother and Cassie she dressed them both, then walked her daughter to the bus stop. “I won’t be meetin’ ya back here, Cassie. You juss git on home when yer dropped off today. Okay?” Cassie wouldn’t look at her mother, but nodded her head as she stared... Sign in to see full entry.

For those who aren't familiar with this tale, refer to the prologue within my blog pages. This is actuaully chapter one and the earlier pieces were only the prologue. Here, the story continues in modern day times. 1976 was a delightful year. A year for love and romance. A year of pure lust for Darling Smithers. Darling turned eighteen in ’76; which is when her troubles began. The era of “baby boomers” had come to an end not long before she was born, and Darling Smithers had waited patiently to... Sign in to see full entry.

More often called Pazuzu or Legion, he is the Marquis leading forty legions With confusion and calamity he misleads the masses, as they grovel over reason As they strive among each other over wrong and right: “this is good, this a sin” Justifying their false knowledges, they pray unto him when they say “Amen” Some wonder why the ‘Godly’ are attacked the most when they endure Maybe it’s because they’ve been misled by the demon: His many faces of allure What? Don’t they know that ‘he is many’, as... Sign in to see full entry.

This short is ficticious but reflects on the life when one is incarcerated; the moral: we learn from our mistakes. *********** Things got a lot more interesting the months after Chuck became Karl’s cell-mate. The relationship between Karl and Officer Frost went from a thing which was vague to something much more serious. She’d brushed Karl’s advances off for a few weeks and then, suddenly, had him called into the infirmary without prior paperwork—which aroused Karl’s suspicion instantly. Instead... Sign in to see full entry.

Legend is not solid truth… and some tales are lost in time’s merciless movement ghosts, mermaids, and Kings shape our every day world; and often our dreams There is one of a woman A woman that was created first by the hands of God As legend would have it She bows not to men, nor would she bow to Him Thus beaten with the rod And stripped from the realm of the human brood She was cursed to hell’s flame And stripped of children that she cannot reclaim So stalks the demon Lilith Children of the Lord... Sign in to see full entry.

Watching…and waiting… as the household has debates as they argue, he waits Dividing them with hate Deciding on the soul he takes— Azaz’el Sign in to see full entry.

The day went like the wind—a swift breeze, just like Karl liked it. That night, as he tried to fall asleep, he gave Ole Black’s advice some thought. “What’s up, celly?” He was speaking to his cell-mate: A hardheaded kid from the Uptown district of the city. “What’s happenin’ playa?” his celly responded. “I’m up here thinkin’ bout my baby’s moma. The bitch ain’t wrote me back.” “Oh yeah? Well you know how it is out there in that big ole world—everybody livin’ they life. Time don’t stop ‘cause we... Sign in to see full entry.

Karl looked around himself, still hoping it was all a dream and he’d wake from it soon. Somebody pinch me, shake me, hell sock me in the eye if you have to. Of course it wasn’t a dream and he knew it. Karl wouldn’t be wafted away back into “the real world”, or rescued, or saved by God. He’d made all the wrong choices in life and those choices had landed him behind bars. Taking a moment away from his thoughts of dread, he took another look around his cell. It couldn’t have been more than 8 x 12... Sign in to see full entry.

This story is based on life and times in the segregation era in america. The moral is: friendship comes in many shades; many forms. And one should judge carefully when they seek to know who is friend or foe. “We goin' to Richmond, Mista,” Trish said. She was the only black girl—that I knew of—in Sissonville, at the time. Her momma’d come to West Virginia from Richmond, years ago. I figured that the lady was runnin’ from somethin’, or somebody; and stopped in Sissonville to gather her strength... Sign in to see full entry.

Pricilla: …the shame, oh the shame! Mildred’s mother is the blame; she is bound for the depths—hell’s flame! Sinnessa(expressionless): Of this time we’ve shared, Pricilla, I stand deceived. How ignorantly I have believed… That you were an exception of an ill planted seed. Pricilla(shocked): How do you mean, ‘Nessa? I mean—how so? Sinnessa(turns to face Pricilla): You silly little girl, don’t play with me, when you damn well know! All of us have seen the fount flow; me and you have studied the... Sign in to see full entry.

Mildred: a curious red appeared on my bed but all girls will see this, my mother said; I do know of blood but not this kind that I have bled. Audre Bess: oh my, my dearest friend, I know nothing of this bleeding but it's those that sin For my mother says that wicked girls only wicked girls the scourge of the world are cursed to bleed, as you say and I will not, for I behave Mildred(Laughing): stupidity causes one to suffer, Audre Bess; do you truly believe in that foolishness? My mother often... Sign in to see full entry.

I wake my children from slumber's grip my little girls with innocent lips I wake the maidens and expectant mothers the daddy's girls and curiosity lovers I wake the future with golden dawn that she may go forth and calm the storm Sign in to see full entry.

This excerpt portrays the life of a teen who gets involved in the Goth scene and the occult Teresa hadn't seen Christy in days. She hadn't been in school, nor was she answering her calls. She's not in, Teresa, Her mother kept saying. Shit! It was getting old. The lady had to be lying, of course. Nothing Teresa could do about that. It was her mother. Put Christy on the phone, BITCH!! was what came to mind. She had the nerve, but wouldn't disrespect her friend's mother that way. The week wore into... Sign in to see full entry.

The following has graphic language and strong violence “ I don’t know what you mean my ‘duty isn’t done’. My discharge was general, not dishonorable!” You were discharged because of her—discharged before your duty was done. You are the laughing stock of all soldiers… “Shut the fuck up!” Reynolds shouted. People that walked past the park bench were startled by his actions; quickening their step in the wake of his outburst. Reynolds, understanding the situation, smiled at the on-lookers to... Sign in to see full entry.

Of purity and innocence, once And the house of illumination my mentor The words of corruption did lie in wait Awaiting my invitation I was seduced His words were as chocolate And his touch liken to forbidden fruit To taste my pain was one beginning Though many more came later To give my suffering became an Addiction, unlike any other To know that sin so sinister exists Is a bliss one should never discover Innocence and purity devoured by My lover, one soul lost Yet a new soul is given—gothic... Sign in to see full entry.