by Ash | Nov 3, 2012 | The Prophets
Of the 7 deadly sins known to man, I choose to wear the mask of Wrath tonight. I know how this travesty will end before it has even begun. For fairness sake, let’s just pretend I do not know… That you may play the son of Iscariot, lying in wait for the... by Ash | Nov 2, 2012 | The Prophets
I found a scripture written in ancient lore, the words jumped from the page the way a fish catches its prey. Looked at my muse…. I asked in dismay, “Who thinks up stuff like that???!!!” Its like when Freud said, “Everywhere I go I find a poet... by Ash | Nov 1, 2012 | The Prophets
Between the smokes and the crack of dawn, my muse turned up… Not one but two of them.. Weathered faces and jaded eyes, they told me to write The Scar Clan Manifesto. “So many people want so many things, how do you keep track of all their shit?” Scar... by Ash | Oct 31, 2012 | The Prophets
There was once a poet, who sold her soul to the devil. The trade was simple, a soul that had no real value in exchange for divine inspiration. “I want my Inferno, I want my Purgatory but I will forgo my Paradise forever after… In place of a non-existent... by Ash | Oct 23, 2012 | The Prophets
There are so many demons locked up inside, I feel like glass… broken into a billion jagged shards. What is laced with hate will fate mutate; but tonight I so wish that my fate will take me far, far away from monkeys and lizards and all things that slither. The... by Ash | Oct 23, 2012 | The Prophets
The snake charmer, whose name I shall not mention, is my muse tonight. Its always during the darkest hour of my plight, when there is not a soul in sight on this tiny microscopic rock, that I am ferried across the icy waters to an island where we pick words off thin...
