Leon

A short story about a famous revolutionary’s murder.

Foul Foul Fear

Foul, Foul Fear Upon this matter of unsightful sigh. I do not fear constraint, I do not fear haste Yet upon this tagged bench bearing the burdens of the burdened and burdeners. Bare haste upon this hour, for Caesar is dead, Buddha is Jesus, Jesus is Shiva, You are God, and I am to. AContinue reading “Foul Foul Fear”

Stay Forgotten

Moan whisper on languid apparatus and elaborate smooth scream. Easy through beneath symphony Need tell about a bore and blue lust Feet from shot together only next away. Near want and not trudge incubate then frantic road as power at play like less than have sing said true. Sordid show under white, black, and someContinue reading “Stay Forgotten”

The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part IV

Well now our lies in the bowels and rags of the cage. Malnurished and nothing, He walks in and out day in day out each for his trials. Guilty with no remorse,  and locked away. Our hero does go, for now he is at his low. No love, No home, No woman, and no allie.Continue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part IV”

The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part III

He did break his strength and he did get to know this woman of heartbreak and sin. He fulfilled his debt by fulfilling her lust but no thoughts of this witch lived inside his head. Only the beauty of the one he lost lived on. He slept with this woman, in scorn in hatred andContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part III”

The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl: Part II

The Cards of logic  stop man from such fates. Yet no. The cruel man lay down at the hands of the other. A smoking barrel and sting paranoia  as the rush away began. So lies dead the worthless soul that did rob our hero. So off into the world of fugative he did run. WithContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl: Part II”

The Battle, The Ballad, and the Girl. PART I

And so begins such as  a simple pair are born. To souls of opposite ends and sexs apart in the lines of North and South. What light she grew into of state and health, and such a rage did he. Drunk on his families toil in the vineyard, in any constant euphoric rush. Alone onContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and the Girl. PART I”

The Ballad, The Battle, and the Girl : Prelude

And so now it begins,  a constant angry and extensive rank and scroll of rage and charge. So of always used words and wards. Heart and soul  and every poetic truth and cliche. So cruel in its delivery So Sweet in reward. Yet as is and as always, so uninsightful yet so. Shine and mareContinue reading “The Ballad, The Battle, and the Girl : Prelude”

The Hair Dresser

Jane did her best to focus on her work.  She was doing everything she could to push the memory of that horrible night into the back of her mind.  She just focused on the wet head of hair sitting in front of her. The customer is one of your typicals who frequent salons, a fortyContinue reading “The Hair Dresser”

Jonathan’s Note

Jonathan decided that the time had come.  He was sick and tired of the constant distress.  He checked the bath water, it was warm. He checked the razor, it was sharp. He got in. His body was found with only a note, It was a poem, The only poem he had written in three yearsContinue reading “Jonathan’s Note”

Donavon’s Palace

Donavon awoke to the piles of severed limbs and bloody corpses before him.  The massacre had been swift, cruel, and horrible. Luck, if could so be called, was the only reason Donovan had survived, and this luck had graced Donovan with a gaping wound one the side of his large square head. Donovan did notContinue reading “Donavon’s Palace”