Update Yo

Below is a image that was left from someone who follows my blog. (Wont use her name until she says I can ;)  ) 

All I can say is WOW! I never thought that a few rough outline notes from my script would really get anyone to notice my story. I guess I was dead wrong on that front.
Here is part of the message


" Rodric (that is the new way you are spelling his name?) speaks to me as does Destiny. They both seem to be lost souls, fighting for their place in the world. But for some reason, I just can't get Rodric or Destiny out of my head. What you have written on your blog is beautiful, touching, and real. At the same time, it's very dark.(which is sexy in it's own way) and I look forward to more!
I made this the other night before I went to sleep. It's nothing special. Just thought you would enjoy it.
I am eager for more, Mr.Christopher. Do not keep a lady waiting!"


Again WOW!

SAD PANDA FACE TIME....... I have taken a bit of a break from the story. I was going through it/editing and came to a part that I was not really digging.Too long and too boring and decided to erease part of it. Somehow I ended up erasing 5 days worth of work instead. I became upset and said FUCK IT and havent really touched it since. Last night, I did begin to edit more of the story but havent actually written anything. But after getting that message, I shall try again later today or tonight.

I have spent years trying to come up with a idea that could (in some small way) match The Crow. That movie is what drives my writing and I have always wanted to write a story like The Crow. At long last I have done so with Dark Intetions. Lets see if I am right.

Ill post new notes up here sometime soon. just not sure when soon will be.
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Dreaming
Adam

Love and Sparks

 Years from now the spark will still survive



Spark to flame, flame to blaze
with just the small sight of a gaze
The smile still bright
reminds us of that night
when we finally found what we had been searching for
the balance of prefection

At what point do I weep for something other?
At what point will it cease?


When will I  weep
for life and not love lost?
Touching ghosts
breathing futures
Spaces in time
frozen down
to the second of memory
When will I weep?
The fucking and not the passion?
the smiles not miles?
wisdom in together not stupid in distance?
When will I weep?
Messages not quests?
learning not mistakes?
Bridges not canyons?
There can be nothing left without a weeping fit
holding not loving?


A symbol of my silent pain.
Lost lucidity
and the damn voodoo that was poured into my mouth
in slumber
Revealing the terrors betrayal to myself
southern muse was quick
damn quick
mind triped and shot straight into my soul with one simple gesture....Touch

Our love is like a shadow
dark
cold
wasteland
When joined together
amazing light
wonderous warmth
valley of joy

of past
of present
of future
 nothing seems right
unless your face is in the palm of
my hand

The ghost will always haunt us both

Like leather to lace
like your body I do trace
like a smile I surely prize
like the soul seeing eyes
I will be in there
somewhere
even if I say otherwise.

The rock sinks into the
sandpit
The rock will still be there
when its needed.

I retire to new moons
as I build my empire afar
Future needs to be solid
not bought
Never forget
who worshipped you with
a gentle mind
I stand silent next to you
through out.

All I have ever known was you.
You.
My perfect love
My Goddess

Give Thanks

Give thanks where it is needed
to your goddess
and support the line that shows you home
Maybe someday
light will prevail
I tire of being locked in shadows
and cold

Always of the doomsday
never of the sky
Look at the doctors and mind rapers scatter
Watch the statues crumble
No gentle dance in this abandoned getto of my mind
Discovery shines and sometimes discovery hurts
when reality is not the card you want to play
Fend off attacks
the heart closes
What the fuck am I to do now?

I need certain old paintings to complete the rips in my mind

What a terrible year
should have gone to the hills
There is rain there to wash the mud from my eyes
cleanse the filth that has now ruling my heart
Sadness runs like a river
Regret like a sea
Fear like mudslide
Rage like the endless sky
The only Destiny that is left is in my paper dreams

I get visions in reflection of that perfect week

One day I shall learn
there is no goddess among women
unless I create her in my brain
I wish to remove it and be normal for a day
A day to be dumb enough to see a dream

Beautiful Highway

Whisper what you see......
The burning inside of me

Sound of the moving moment
westward I go
home without you.
Died I did
no variance today
Just the jeweled remains of your ghost that
I cast out
in quite the elaborate celebration.
Designs sheltered
forgiveness gone and a peaceful wound
remains true

The rude hour rides on through
where were you?
Thats right
in your games of bury me
bury this
dug down so deep
lost sight of me you did

One day I shall find that precision if only through a a relvoution

Bare shame
gluttony shards
in the mouths of babies and crows
Fly my dear
fly away
begone from me and your
lack of trust in anything you cannot see
Noone should be afarid of love when the passion is bright
You just lack the self control to be better...someday
if ever
Now look at us
mourning in this cemetery
graveyard full of some many things that could have been
Tombstones wink back
dying for us to arrive

Tell me what you will be...
Pain endless like the sea

The screaming clouds
full ash trays and the blanket eyes
I guess so
A democracy of passion that I will vote again in soon
City comes back into view
Pulling me back
to the shadows of mercy
and highs that I long to be a part of again
Take me away to the pass and the world it was
My beautiful highway
I shall never leave you again

My Baby

Its is time to arise and face the music we have made.....for forever is starting tomorrow.

Breath me
Love me
Touch me

Let me become you and you become me.

Passion is the desire to become one with the childhood dream of love and truth.
 Making love is for cowards who dare not dream

Until our fantasies have become realities
Until our desires have become truths
Until our love becomes legend
I sit here waiting for you.

I spend my long days, thinking of you
wondering when the touches will happen
When will the kisses start
The day marchs ever closer now
till my muse is in my arms
Welcome home, old dusty warrior, searching lands and times
she is you in you, the craft to build worlds upon me.
Hold her till the moon cries
More of a man I shall become,

I just existed before she smiled at me


What to do when poetry cannot express the way you feel about her?
Burn the world?
Steal the wind?
Blind the sun?
Make a friend?
Never can express souly how I feel about her and what a impact her coment has done to my world.
Maybe a story
Maybe a lifetime of passion
My living IsIs deserves a much better knight to worship her so.

When her eyes cross my face, I know that time does in fact stand still.

Drop your towel and gain my mind.
Come closer to me
and gain all control
Put your hands on me
and gain my heart
Smile once
and gain a lifemate.

Simple put, no woman can have a hold on me like you do.
Like the full moon, your light is a wonder to my soul

Until I taste you again
I shall remain mad like in a cold forrest
awaiting the fireflies to light my way back home to you

Lets us become one again, my baby
Lets us turn the heads of others jealously and silly remarks into the dirt.
Let is get lost on passion
moans
sweat
skin
lets us become fully, the one
and cast all pain away...nightly

A Rant but not a rant

I've decided to put myself on a Grail quest. Since I am planning a trip to France in the near future, I thought now was the time.

You do not go on a Grail quest with hopes in ever finding the Grail. Like the saying says
"You do not find the Holy Grail. The Holy Grail finds you."
No. You go on the quest to find yourself. To really see what kind of person you really are. To test yourself for you.

I have many conflicts raging inside of me right now. The heart and the mind battle for control of my soul and I need insight. I need to find who I really am. Most of all, I need peace.

As I finish up my vampire script, Dark Intentions, I really am pondering, what does it mean to be human.
I have crafted a wonderful world for this story to live in, with very deep feelings and people but The Vampire Rodric has left me drained.
Rodric is me. All I have done really, is given a place for my rage and hate to live. The problem now is, do i go further with Rodric? And by further I mean, do i put EVERYTHING that is me, into him? Can i really expose all that I am (or most) for the world to see?
Can I really live with that?
People are shocked that I am really a shy person. I do enjoy the limelight while Im working with Weather Art but only as a group. When that spotlight is turned on me, I want to hide in the shadows.
It was somewhat easier in the past with the ex on my ass about it, but now that shes gone, I have gone right back into my old ways. Shadows and withdrawl is the best course of action.
I want to finish this script up. I want to play the part of Rodric. i want to direct the film but thats it. I have ZERO desire to do interviews or sit at film festivals with hundreds of people staring at me.

Back to Rodric... I have decided to go ahead and pour everything that is me into him. I really have no choice in the matter. Rodric has grown to big for me to control anymore. If I put a limit on him it will hurt the story. It will hurt the the story of him and Destiny. And that is a story that needs to be told. A story that will show that no matter the distance,lies,pain.confusion, love can change a person and bring that person back from madness.
Kind of like me.

So all of this is floating in my head. Im a bit lonely, facing all of it on my own without anyone to share it with. Its part of the reason why I am posting it here. But this is the road that I am on and I have to make the best of it. Too many wonderful things are happing right now but sometimes, even all of the wonderful things mean nothing when you cant share it with someone.

It is what it is yo.
Well real life calls so Im off
Im going to leave you with a picture that means alot to me.
Keeping my head up
Adam

What I believe

In crying time,curse. In silent time, understand. In alone time, write. In love time cherish!
In the here and now, remember. History is for the dead to enjoy.
Eternity only loves the future.
The followers of wisdom understand the joys of excess.
Those who only desire but never act upon are the kings of fools.
Dip him in the night sky, who dares to dream.
Pleasure is measured by minutes, Joy by hours, Wisdom by years, Love, by the ages.
If there is a God then there is a Goddess.
A damage mind accepts not injuries.
A broken heart seeks repair, not fear.
Control is shames responce to wanted power.
Religion for the unexplained, Science for the truth.
The nakedness of the woman you love is the work of the Goddess. Worship her nightly.
Never try to break the broken.
Love impregnates. Lust aborts.
Excess of sex kills. Excess of love creats anew.
What was once rebellion is now common law.
To kill poet, remove the pen. To kill a fool, remove wisdom. To kill a virgin, remove doubt. To kill all religion, remove all falsehoods.
To create laughter is a joyous girt. To create trust is a divine labor.
Children are vessels of truth. Protect their voyage!
Be a slave of love not a master of sex.
For a love lost, toast to a new song
Forever is the mind that stays young
Passion is only once in a lifetime. Know your role and get lost in her eyes!
Love only the woman whos touch clears your mind and calms your rage
Desire only the one and cast dust on the rest.
Be strong of the mind, quick of the heart, and smile at the unknown
Miss only that which is worth missing
Every poem, story, and painting is a unfinished work. View love in the same course and enjoy is many great mysteries while holding your lover's hand

Sour still

Sour is the mind that throws away passion for loneiness.


From the time temple a carnival for the heart that made you
tamed you into being
Waves of new connections
tall shadows and the writings that
fell and failed
Nostrils inlarged by the smell of the stale one
Mix and match
this and that
till you find the truth that
you are looking for

Words and pictures cannot tame what should have been


In the box nap
in the flame trap
in the lost gap
nothing matters

You will never find the Utopia in propagation or shadow


Its always the phatom that drives us insane


everything is opposite today
The daughter of dust makes it so.
Im tall-feel small
Im happy-crying inside.
Im alive-heart is dying


Mainstream graves make wonderful hand grenades
for the hippie and the wanna-be poets to smoke about and write away
We hate the endless schedules and the time princes but preach away and shine spotlights
on our fever shows aboard the train of "Look at me! I am having fun"
Are you son?
Wheres the picture of you after the fools left?
Who took that part of me with them?


The heart is always the first to feel the mental version of a strong poverty

I remember the parking lot and the guard that caught us
What a night
A night that shoul have never happened

The sand and its brother the moon
guide me help me to understand the puzzle
The puzzle that I cannot fix
The future made only in ways I do not want or care to know
I just wish to find a nice tomb to forever dream in
Peace
wisdom
darkness
Wish to be me again
or die in my sleep

The war again

The scars you carry will lead you to the road of pardise



Do you understand the progress made into our very existence?
Bat a eyelash
tell a tale under the stars
Feel the symbols of our mothers and the milk
that gives visions...in caves
Believe again in mockery
Journey with me a while still as I just want to hold
your eyes a little while longer

Clean the index of love
within the spite of climax
a cure for blindness awaits


Give me color again so i may breathe these myths
dust covered in August
September is not much better as the heart and mind battle on and on and on
The war rages again
Heart and mind conquer something
on the battlefield of my soul
Miss her I do
Hate her i do
Love her I do
Forgot her I will
A new decree
I promise she will leave


I can invent worlds to play in or believe in..
I just can not construct a world without you in it


Within the backwards womb I stabbed at my chest until everything bleeds out
Everything fresh and raw as I struggle home
She is fucking someone new
My fallen goddess and the failed dream in my tears.
I cried in the darkness of my room without a care for the re-birth was coming
Smell the debt on my soul dumb girl
I will kill your ghost by casting it out into truth

There is no solace in forgiveness.

She wrote words on my arm in a dream
lighted arm as the ink flew into my veins
My great work she said
She said alot and meant none of it.
I am the clown who believed


We kill love through sex and eventually life will die because of it

In my bed lies a new face
with a strange embrace
The cock wants in to this new wet earth of mystery
She screams at my actions
desires more of me.
Wants the passion we all seek as I pound away like a mad man in heat
Best sex ever she says
I've heard that before.

What will I ever do now?
Touch the sky
Always lost in a crowded room
with memories of her slapping me
Where is this epic pussy?
Where is this epic message?
It is only epic if someone else makes it so.

I still

I still think of you in the warmth of night
I still dream of you in the silence of my room
I still let the heart ache when I know you are hurting
I still smile at the thought of your eyes looking at mine
I still cry at the pain of not having you near
I still jump when I hear anything about you
I still would burn this world to ashes to protect you
I still could rip my heart out to save you from a ounce of pain
I still hurt when I think of you crying
I still would talk to you for hours everyday
I still miss you so
I still love you with every might of my being
I still worship all that is you

Weather Art and Indiegogo

I often am asked, "What can I do to help Weather Art out?"
Besides spreading the word, you can go to this site below and donate five dollars or more.
Even if you cannot do that, simply spread the word about us and our page on indiegogo.
It really makes a impact on things and helps us move forward. Plus we never forget all that have helped us out.
Thanks guys

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Destiny's words

"The fire of denial burns hot. The cup of misery overflows. Take my hand, look into my eyes. You no longer walk your road alone."-Destiny- The Vampire Histories



"We all want someone to love and for that someone to love us back. The problem is, most of us settle for anyone. I am not anyone. I am that someone who wants to be in your life, regardless of your past." -Destiny- The Vampire Histories




"Love is something you just cannot explain. Words give it no justice. All I know is that you are my God and I am your Goddess. I want you inside of me.I need to feel your love for me. I need your hands on me, bringing me closer to you in ways that defie logic. I want to worship you as you worship me. I need you to live. I cannot  breathe without  you . No matter how  great the distance you might be from me, I will rejoice in the fact that your heart beats only for me and that one day I will see you again.  You are Adam and I am Eve and being in your arms is like Eden to me and I never want to leave."
-Destiny- The Vampire Histories

Vampire Histories

"These dark places where once filled with light and love. Hope for a wiser day and a better tomorrow.
Then the world changed. I changed and my heart was broken into dust, like the dirt I rode on to save my family. Even the most powerful knight cannot stop the flames of hate and fear of the unknown.
You think me as a monster. And you are rightfuly so. But understand, every monster is not born that way. He is made by other monsters who delight from pain, in smoke and shadow"
-Rodrik- The vampire Histories

You still have time

The images of you in my mind
define all of time


Swallowing history of you is a bitter messiah that
I worship in plain view
of only me
You haunt my very footsteps
even though
you pretend in the arms of another


Why did it happen?
What has become of our village?
And the snake dance
little spoken words over the phone
Miles away
I could hear your smile


These movements are killing me by the hour


Amazing moments now forever gone
in anger
disbelief
How did we grow to hate
in a space of a day?
Fools weve become
Idoits
clowns
to nothing
We were so close baby
So damn close


Escape with me to the sunset
To the sunrise of what we should be

Deserted minds, come play with us
mixing worlds
sun with the sea

Your ghost is worst at night
Wait for me it says
wait for me
do not go
you cannot go...I will not let it happen so
Dried eyes do nothing for a wet heart

I will awake someday in a new grove
with no jaws of everything around me
Till then
you still have time baby
you still have time

Update

I have now begun the hard write on the script for the Vampire Histories.  Its been a long process to get to this point but I feel that the story is solid enough to begin writing.
This will be a joint venture with my friend Danny from Weather Art and should be done...when its done.
I never would have thought that this story would turn out to consume me the way it has. It has turned into one of my "babies".
The turns in my personal life have actually helped in the process. I have been able to pull from feelings that I am currently going through as fuel for this story. And there is ALOT of "feelings" in this tale.
This tale isnt freakin Twlight!
I will still be posting a few more "things" here on my blog to kind of get the story out there more soon.
Take care

Destiny's Report

                                                                                                                         Chickamauga, Georgia
                                                                                                                                     October 9, 2015
                                                                                                                                      22:01

Agent:
Rodriguez, Destiny: #1618

Report/Summary
 Office of the One

Dispatched to investgate disturbance #71974. The following is my report.


Upon arriving on scene, we were greeted with the sight of sixteen bodies, all of which had been drained of blood and had the markings of a vampire attack.
 Fourteen of the bodies belonged to a state road crew who were doing minor repairs to the road and removal of underground pipes. Two of the bodies were a news team sent to cover the construction.

In the process of cleaning the scene, we recovered the news team's video and viewed  what was captured.
Upon re- viewing the footage obtained on the scene, the road crew had indeed stumbled upon a vampire buried in the ground. Once freed, the vampire, killed everyone by typical vampire fashion.
At the end of the video, the camera catches the face of the unknown vampire as he kills both reporter and camera man.
Footage of the film was sent to the bunker for analyzes. Results have indentified unknown vampire as
Rodrik.

Case File Vampire, Rodrik

Male
Orgin: Unknown
Age: 750 years to 900 years old
Height: Six Feet four inches
Weight: Two hundered and twenty plus pounds
Spawns: One current spawn, Alexander( case file : Alexander)
Subject is Deceased
Cause of Death: Unknown
Update to Case File:
Subject is alive

After out team "cleaned" the scene, I dispatched Agent August to begin recon of the area. Agent August found a group of young girls dead, having been drained of their blood. Bodies were left without any effort of disposal.
The team was sent and the area has been cleaned.
At this time, I sent Agent August to recon the closest graveyard. Upon nightfall, Agent August observed Rodrik and a unknowen male, rise from a crypt. I advised the agent to remain in his postion but it appears he has gone against my orders and is tailing the subjects.
Last knowen location of the agent and the subjects is west of  Atlanta heading toward the state line in a stolen car.
Myself and the team arrived on scene and began cleaning the crypt where we came upon a book.
The book appears to be a diary of the unknown male seen walking with Rodrik.

Diary is included with report
Summary of Diary
Unknown male is known as Mark/ Marcus
Age: 18
He is a new spawn of Rodrik and from what he has written in his diary, has only been a vampire for two days.
Diary says Rodrik is planning on killing Alexander for betraying him. Subjects are traveling toward his location (which is unknown)
This agent is unclear as what to do about Agent August.
Awaiting orders
Rodriguez, Destiny: #1618

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Minutes later, Destiny's phone rings
Destiny: Hello
Female: Office of the One. Hold please
Unknown male voice: Agent Rodriguez? This is the One
Destiny: It is a honor sir.
The One: Agent? You have dome a remarkable job. Please tie all lose ends up and return to the bunker.
Destiny: Sir? What about Agent August?
The One: We are in commucation with Agent August. Return to the bunker. Job well done.
Line goes dead
Destiny: What the fuck is going on?
-----------------------------------------------------------------
The One: The line is secure old friend
August: Per your request, I am tailing Rodrik. He is indeed heading toward Alexander's location
The One: Typical Rodrik. Even after almost 40 years in the ground, he hasnt changed
August: He has had one "guest"
The One: Oh really? Who might that be?
August: The Vampire Roman
The One: (laughter). Oh this is delightful. Any ideas on what those two spoke about
August: Unclear. They spoke for about thirty minutes.
The One: This is working out better than I thought.
August: Orders?
The One: Keep the tail going. Do not expose yourself to Rodrik. Distance is the key at this moment
August: Yes sir.
The One: Do not attempt to kill Rodrik's new spawn Marcus either. Roman is of no concern to me right now. If you see him again, kill him on site.
August: yes sir.
The One: I am sending the unit team to Alexander's current location. Once you have arrived, my new orders will be sent. Its finally coming to a end, old friend. All of it
August: Yes sir
Line goes dead

The diary of The Vampire Marcus(part one)

I am not really sure anymore what a normal life is.
You think things will go a certain way in life. You are born, you grow, you meet that perfect someone, have kids, and die with your loved ones around you.
That was my way of thinking until my death came soaring down upon me like a sudden fever. A sudden end to my human life and I was helpless to stop it.
You see, I am a vampire. Yes you read that correctly. A vampire. Part of legends like werewolves, ghosts, and UFOs
Only thing is I never asked for this nor do I want it.
I never wanted any of this madness and hate for me. I wanted to live to be normal. Now that will never happen. Now I am caught in a whirlwind of murder,blood, and revenge against another vampire that I do not know.
My maker, Rodrik is at war with a former spawn who betrayed him some thirty years ago. A vampire who stood up to his cruelty and impriosned him so he could be free of this sickness that Rodrik is.
My human father was much the same way as Rodrik.
Full of a endless hate, self centered,cruel, and quick to deliver punishment to me over the smallest infraction.
And like my father, I am a disappoinment to Rodrik for my "humanity".And like my father, I am the center of his anger and the whipping boy for his blame
Rodrik is pure rage. Pure evil and twisted inside. And from what I have witnessed Rodrik, has no problem killing. He rather seems to enjoy pro-longing the torment of his victims and takes pleasure in seeing the total fear in his victims eyes.
I hate the killing the most. I cant stand hearing the screaming and begging for life. And I am forced to do this to stay alive  to please a lunatic maker, bent on soaking this world in blood.
We came upon a group of young girls( none of them could be older than 10) who were heading home. Rodrik pounced upon the entire group and killed two of them before the rest could even react. I sat in the shadows trying to hold back the hunger and the need to kill while my maker unleashed himself. Half way through the group, he stops and toys with the ones still alive
"Do you believe in Jesus?" he asked them.
"Yes" one of the girls responded back, shaking to the point that I thought her bones would surely break.
"That is a truly wonderous thing to believe in such ancient rubish" he said as he grabbed at her
" Make sure to tell the pig that I intend to fill his worthless kingdom with the souls of morons."
And with that he took her life.
Drained a child of her blood and life within seconds. Not because he needed her blood. He did it for the enjoyment of the kill. To spread his hate.
At this time he eyed me in the shadows and called to me to come to him. I obeyed out of fear.
I walked up to the last little girl alive who was in the grips of fear.
"Kill her" he commanded me.
I stared at her for a moment and before I could answer no, he struck me his right hand. He was upon me in seconds, holding the girl in his left hand.
"KILL HER" he demanded
I again just stared at her
"Either you drain her dry or I swear this little human will suffer in TOTAL AGONY till sunrise. You have no choice but to obey me, young one"
He began to apply his vampire claws around her neck until he broke her vein and blood poured out.
I knew from the thirst building inside of me and by the look in his eyes that her life would be over.Either I could end her suffering and fear quickly or could let Rodrik toture her for hours on end So I rose up, grabbed this child and drained her dry. I killed my first true victim and I hate him for making me do so. I will never forget the lack of life in her eyes as I tried to lay her little body down upon the grass and weeds.
Pleased by the outcome, Rodrik smiled and said
"This is what you are now, a hunter of mankind, the angel of death upon these twisted souls. Never forget that nor  disobey me again. We now leave this place and all of your human feelings as well. Revenge awaits, my little spawn. Let us go."
With that he walked off.
I stared at the bodies around me and at the one whos life I just took.
"What about the bodies?" i asked
Rodrik laughed
"Leave them. The message has been sent... I am free of the earth's grasp! Death awaits all those who dare get in my way!!!"
And this was my first night as a vampire.
I am now in some sort of vault for the dead, awaiting the sun to rise. I have no idea where Rodrik is at or if he is coming back. All I know is I miss my mother, my brother, my grandmother, and my friends. I just want to go home and be safe but I will never be able to do that and its killing me.
"That life is over" Rodrik said. "a whole new life begins"
I do not want it. But I have no choice. All I have is this old dusty book to write in as I await more killing and more madness
More memories of innocent children dying by a Hitler like vampire.

Mark
Chickamauga, Georgia
October 8, 2015

Help me so

I know you are thinking of me


I know you are dreaming of me


I know you are putting words to me


I know you are watching me from afar


I know


I know


I know


I know because I am doing the same thing

help me so

Back

Love you/Hate you
Too many halves and not enough wholes
Remix me
you have the power
If only I could feel this way again
Back to the pain
back to the women who made me
back to the broken statues
back to nothing/everything/something/anything
I just want to go back
before you hurt me so

Only for us

I want back into your garden and into
your golden dreams
Give me love that is only love because
its you
Below was our naked empire
fuled by our pure adrenalin
waves to the grave
I eat you softly
you devour me whole
Cries of a known surprise
I(you) love you(me)
No more searching for the screams
Instant in
backwards ruined time
Just give me your eyes
the velvet miracles
You know I only want to seize your mind
change your life
open a better door.
Something undiscovered
revolt to the gods that this love was never meant for mortals like us.

Waste it we did
but only for us
in our dreams

Love is not the way

The woman in the window looking inward to soul soup
A deep fixed purple agony on the wounded backs of a facless bunch
We get there by choice not by chance
Not a fate to believe in
Not a destiny to pray for
Pennyless monsters around
put further into the delicate ground
Who comes now?
What for?
Give into the anger
Its March lets go
love is not the way

Bria and Chrissy

Thought I would share this here on my blog.
This is a video of Bria and Chrissy singing a cute song about chick-fil-a.
Very funny.
Let me know what you guys think
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGM3WBc5HWM&feature=my_liked_videos&list=LL-wOfRyFGnCzUI45WZqO2xg

Island

Now matter how hard I try.
she is still inside
So off I go
to parts unknown
fighting the war again, on my own
Time?
I beg of thee
release the hold
I cannot think when tears for her
roll so freely
so often
Leading me home
to the island of bitter reality

Distance

The light I once had for you
is now dark.
Killing the shadows of you from within
No ghosts
clear ocean waves.
Go away little death
get away further
never return
Killed me you did
Forever I desire only distance

Vampire

I am Vampire
Born from madness I live in a shadow of humanity
Eager to embrace the flesh of what I once was..again
Cursed moon
the eternal reminder
as I walk the streets paved with reminders
dreams of who I once was.
Blood is my enemy
Blood is my life
Taste it and know why God has closed his hands to me.
Forever lost as I ink out my life in a world that wishes me dead..if only it can remember what I am
I remember what I was and this is what damns me nightly
alone
I am Vampire yet I still love
Yet I still breathe
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I AM VAMPIRE
I AM RAGE
Through the ages, I climed forth from the dust and bones of a twisted nightmare that is society.
With the sword on wings, I once protected the very wretched souls that showed no mercy to the innocent kind.
Cast out
away
buried
forgotten
DEAD
The evolution of madness in my eyes
I crave to spread death.
Fear me for I am coming
and I will not rest until the world is nothing but white fire and blood
I am Vampire
I am hate
and I will unleash the aplhabet of misery soon

Long night

Last words in
last words out
Without a mouth to say
Whats is the best location to get a vision?
To be a Christ?
To be a Buddha?
Welcome to my long night.
No options here to suffer through
Run into brothels and become that which you seek.
Drop to whatever foul exploration that plagues you and makes wish for Rome
Are we ready to talk?
Fuck it and beg for more.
Nothing friendly
Nothing gained
Nothing left without a hard cocentration.
Words can be quick
its the aftermath that is long like a cold winter
Wedding the mind and heart can be a common surprise that gives
rise to godhood.
Bring these keys back home to a strong society
and watch wisdom grow
If not soon
decay will set in
Throwing stones is not the way

Isle

Welcome to the isle
the shade of all resides
Listen well and she falls into perfection
Hate breeds peace in long term view
The sun is a star on fire
The moon is a rock in motion with light
Give to me the possessed spinster
muted wind
and all that is left of you.
My testimony is it
I just want love and truth
I just want peace and reflection
I just want you

Dust Sun

No more will I open you door
Lay in the dust like always
What about the strange sun?
Always chained
never in flight you say?
This damage can be cured
if you have hunger enough.
Yet the fool goes on straving

Screaming Cloud

A screaming cloud
the gentle crow
flying high
looking low for a mate.
Assassination of these things to make room for more of these things.
Never a vast sunset in a cave of dreams
Never a wanted hand in a pool of wonder
Never Never
The spirit of rise found in my words
Wrecking words from cut tongues within circles of ashes
Bring forth wisdom
Parade of the wounded have arrived

Like a Burial

Eyes burn
given birth to a century untold.
Her skin works wonders on the foul brain dish
dirty, unkepted
unknown
Outnumbered still by the pests of old
whoever knows wherever she went to
please design a set of keys for me to
unlock
destroy
this uncommon sense that has overriden the fog I seem to be lost in.
Everything starts anew and grand
but ends in the ancient farewell
More like a unwanted end
More like a burial

Gray of things

Never trust in anyone who has to look up
to tell you that they are happy.


How the clock still ticks as
the stupid breed.
More mind games played
More death talk spread
More tricked
overdosed
mortals suckling from the breast
of the insane ones

Chaos faithfully becomes winter's spite
in the tragic garden
Hopes deepen
ash
mold
now along a bitter way
Indian summer, the Santa Ana wind
smell her on upset shirt
Full moon!
Full Moon!
Full moon lake glass remorse
Nice womb...feels like a wet fanasty


Familar ghost
come close
breaking bottles as we toast
for the new ride to begin
Smile smoke confusion
a impression to most
inplanted to the history book
Red vine, the thorny cover
ingrown finger nail give hurtfull lessons
then reminds
Here we are now
But only for a time

Try as we do to deny it, we will always
drink that sand of jealously
wanting more
Wasted heat
next mirage

Can we ever break the chains of pain
without the shadow of death preying upon us?

Flames abound now in the
village of dispair

They awoke telling talking dreams to
display a vanacy sign
Getting moving
silent steam
Might of the night not ice ink
Groin pull brings visions of
Television pain
Notebook
Explosion of Sion
toothpick digging a release
Scar the tooth of Bullshit

No love in Poetry
No wisdom in Pain
No words in Death
No designs in Anger
My whole life is NO

So far..farway now
Now we can connect the dots
Dots that spin
Spin the wheel
Wheel of Karma
Karma is Truth
Truth in history
History can overcome the lies
Lies of god
God that is a failure
Failure in the sky
Sky of wonder

Light or Dark
Black or White
I always see better in the GRAY of things

Grant me Asylum

I had a insane visitation of pure bliss
where you drop the first kiss
stealing my soul away
You are the one
who dances within
my sanctuary
Eyes always pressed drifting my words to a blank surprise
I cannot hide from you
The bandit no more
The river has become a ocean
unraveled everything that once was me.
Must I even try to tie all of the desperate feelings that have
over run my heart?
Not even a bother
for you control the wind that carries me to you.
Grant me asylum
lovely asylum
into your arms and let the day break where it may.
Discovery of my Goddess
I can only worship you in the dark of night
the bedroom stare
Your light is too worthy for me

Epic Lifetime

Do not start the music yet, oh muse of mine
I wish to start the darlin time
Images of you
Images of me
The sea sunshine divine
Mystery of our dream, soft spoken events
by us for us
Dreaming is our solution
cutting threads to healing heads
Exotic intoxic
always backwards
to the dusk we so cherish.
I stole me a peach and love rewarded
with a epic lifetime of your smile

Place

We design ourselves with the hope of gaining the eye
of but only  a few.

Still the humming turns to echos within the valley of  plastic dreams

To us; the vampire calling
To them; others owning
Where would we be if not for the pain?
The pain we shake loose on a new face in a diffrent place

Arms of Chaos

In the past, is where I dwell
where our love lives again
In the fanasty relax, is where I dwell
Safe and on going is love
Never was it stolen or disfigured

The love child of Time and Forever
was given the name "Death"

Shuffle
Stacked
Dishearted
Maxed
Forever as in the knights of the night sky
Defenders of nightmares
Killers of pure dreams


It was all of the obstacles that kept me so true to you

In quite spaces, I see time as it is
When i feflect back,
I beg for the time back in front of the mirror

The bitterness of the past seems hard pressed to just let me be
When I find a open window,
I hear mirrors breaking

I wish to filter me away so i might awaken without
that song of you playing in my ears
Remove the years?
I still have my eyes and heart to deal with

I always seem to search for perfection in
the arms of chaos

Youth is

Broken tablets
now
along the river of sand
Can we feel the faith that once was
in IsIs temples
Ancient priests
and kings built time
Immortal structures broken backs
Crippled subjects ideas pure
that will never die a day
Religion is not forever but the appeal
of youth is

Fun Facts about me

I was born in Orange County California
My mother was born in Mississippi and my father was born in Hawaii. SO it was ALHOA Y'ALL in my household.
I'm 6ft4 235 lbs
I dress like a biker but yet I hate bikers
Im a history buff and a lover of the arts but I cant stand most history teachers and artists
I only wear two types of shoes (minus my work shoes) converse high tops and Harley boots. If theres a important function of some sort (weddings, parties etc) I will be wearing either types of shoes.
I am Agnostic but yet, I know more about the bible than most christians I meet.
I have been running a gaming clan/guild for 10 years now. And there are hundreds of people online that would love to beat the holy crap out of me!
I have two "best friends" and they are both female and I want to have sex with both of them!
My heros are Leonardo DaVinci, William Blake, Johnny Crason, Jim Morrison, and James Hetfield. Aint that a strange group of people to admire at once?
My entire family calls me Scooter. My many neices and nephews refer to me as Uncle Scooter. In Hawaii, Im know as Scooter Boy. I did not know my real name was Adam until I was in the third grade!
My iPod has mostly rock and metal on it but if you look closely, you will see folk music on it as well as some 80s tunes on it. Classical is also starting to grab my mind. But no rap. I fuckin hate hip hop
I am a social liberal that hate liberals. I really more into what your mind set is and could care less if you are gay,bi or whatever. Your religious background has no bearing to me as well. Im more into the feel of your heart. But if you are a Obama supporter then I really want nothing to do with you
I love hearing the wind through the trees or seeing mountains but I hate camping.
Balance is my life even though I have been known to trip on air
If there is a God than there must be a Goddess. But I strive to respect everyone's views on religion even though mine get tramped on daily
I can usually figure a person out within 5 minutes by looking into their eyes but I couldnt tell what half of my friend's favorite color is.
When I fall in love its usually for life. I have been in love 3 times in my life.
I was such a bad kid that my mother put me into a miltary school. I'm scared of nuns to this day
Im a writer and a poet but I have the worest spelling skills known to man
I didnt put spaces between facts to drive you all crazy

Just a few facts about me. Im happy to answer any other questions you might have.

Change, Healing and Forgiveness
Adam

About me

I guess I should really take the time to give everyone some info on me and what it is I do.

I was born and raised in a upper middle class home in Orange County California. My mother was born in Mississippi and was a flight attendant when she met my father. My father was born in Hawaii and was a Marnie flying back to his base in El Toro California when he took notice of my mother on his flight.
Four years later I was born.
Growing up I was spoon fed folk music by my mother. By the age of 5, I could sing word for word, song from Peter, Paul, and Mary, The Kingston Trio, and Bob Denver. My mother was a book lover who shared her love of books like Lord of the Rings with me.

My father was more into watching some of the old time TV shows that aired on the local channels. So I was exposed to the Rat Pack movies and shows at a early age. He also enjoyed watching the Carson Classic show. So by age 7, Johnny Carson became my first idol.

My parents split up after I turned 9 and my mother, my sister, and I moved to the next town over and began a new life.
It was durning this time when I first became aware that I could make people laugh with my catlog of Johnny Carson skits. I also began writing poetry and short stories as a way of dealing with my parents divorce.

When I turned 13, my mother sent me to live with my dad. It was a terrible time. My father and I just could not get along and because of that I turned heavily towards music and the arts. It was also a time that I began to get heavily into drugs and the counter culture of Orange County.
Hippies, rockers, the outcasts became my friends as I cruised around trying to find who I was in a strange world of hormones, peer pressure, and fools.

By 14 I was heavily into drugs. Saying I was stoned everyday does not begin to touch the surface. All of my friend's older brother/sisters or even their parents had drugs and were more than willing to share them with me. It was one night that I had snuck out of my dad's house and was high as a kite that my friend's older brother, Randy exposed me to a certain band called Metallica. I had never heard words like that in my life! Just pure fuckin rage at a fast pace that blew my mind.! I spent the rest of the night jamming out to every CD he had by Metallica. I just could not get enough of it.
The next day, I began writing words inspired by Metallica which led to me writing songs for my friend's bands.

I was  living the rock and roll lifestyle. Drugs, booze, and sex! Lines of coke for breakfast followed by whatever else I could get my hands on.

After I turned 18, I was over at my friend, Scott's house jamming out when in walked his mother with this strange looking guys. He turned out to be Jim Morrison's brother. I listened to this guy tell all sorts of stories about Jim ( I wasnt a Doors fan at that point) when they were kids. After he left, Scott's mom started playing some Dorrs stuff and I went into a trance. The next day, I bought every Doors cd and instanly became a fan.

A few weeks later, Scott's mom gave me a few books of Jim's poetry that she bought at the book store( I still have them) and thats when I became a full time poet. Jim Morrsion's poems really fucked me up. I had never thought words could be used in that way before. It changed the way I looked at writing and how it could and should be done. You rarely saw me without a notebook and a pen.

I would be at a huge party in the Hollywood hills, fucked up beyond reason, writing poetry in the middle of everything.

Eventually, I got out of drugs. Just couldnt handle my high anymore. It was around that time that I got into the comic book scene. Something about super heros appealed to me and I began creating my own stories. I even had a few published by a very small comic book company. I also began to think that I just might fullfill a childhood dream of writing movies.

I moved to the coast of Mississippi shortly after. Not long after I arrived I got a hold of a movie that yet again, changed everything for me. The movie was The Crow.  I cannot begin to tell you the impact that movie had on my mind. Death, revenge, and love. From that point till now, I strive to write something as epic as that. Love....... became my new drug because of that film and just how deep it can truly go.

Here we are now. I am now involved with indie film making with a good friend and a great company, Weather Art. The insane drive and talent that come from the people inside of Weather Art will drop a season pro to his knees. But the most important part is they all love what they do and the the films that we are working on will blow you all away.

So here we are in the now and things are looking very good.

Im healthy, I have a group of friends that love and adore me, and Im doing something that I love and was born to do.

And I have so many stories to tell my friends. I look forward to sharing them with you all through the wonderful art of film.

Learning, Change, Healing, Forgiveness

Adam