Somewhere Between Alone and Lonely II

Somewhere Between Alone and LonelyNo more tears of sadness

No screams of pain from wrongs past

Sole silence

Nothing forgiven nor forgotten

Yet, thy choice for a temporary truce is obvious

Time has come

Exist among these creatures of a forgetful god

This shall never be acceptance

Thus, it is more a resignation

One needs to stop running once in a lifetime.

(December 10th 2010 – Lucianus)

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March 12, 2013
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Loneliness

“When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that’s when I think life is over.” ― Audrey Hepburn

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January 7, 2013
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Light and Shadow II / An Intimate Moment Within Myself

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ― Plato20725_545629835465394_1066811370_n

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December 30, 2012
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Close and Away

Oh Heavens above are there any tears You still ask of me
For there are none but what I have lost
And You, who dares to watch from high above, are but heartless
Devoid of soul
Oh, how I would have loved to set my eyes upon your face one last time
Caress your worries away…

Lucianus 2012

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December 26, 2012
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If You Go Away (Ne Me Quitte Pas)

It seems at times the universe works so that you can finally get in touch with the pain you’re feeling, but never allowed yourself to admit to it and allow it to come to the surface. This is how I came across this video collage this afternoon, with a wonderful song sang by Barbara Streisand.

I would like to re-dedicate it to all those we have loved and lost. Most of all I want to dedicate it to myself, the ME which has been lost and replaced by a shadow of my former self.

“If you leave without a reason, don’t come back with an excuse.” – Uknown

 

November 21, 2012
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Questo Vuoto Esploderá…

To be held

To come undone

As savage waves of dark mist attack your every step

Moving forward is futile while looking back you are

Moment of truth

Silence within

Allows all that is to become unraveled, exploding, yet vaguely visible…

For eyes not meant to see

Ears are deaf

Souls trapped

As hearts are frozen.

Time, like death’s grip, holds you in its mighty crush

Desperate to escape

One last breath

Deep, as you drown

 

November 14, 2012
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By Words Beheaded


Pace by pace – marching one step closer to my death

Thus, unfortunate soul on its shoulders adding weight

– for it is easier longing for closure like a stubborn fever

crashing my being, hurtful…

At last, I am my own savior – my long lost kingdom gone

Knights, swords drawn, regal on each side

One of them shall cut my head

May 27, 2012
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I Had a Vision…

Love, loves me no more

Words said to one another, but remnants of our sordid past

– by which hand we are sacrificed

One lone voice cries for another, yet silence is deafening

– killing it all

Thy birth just like its death…

One need not love to feel alive.

May 27, 2012
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Art Male Nude – Purple Relaxation

Drenched with purple,
drenched with dye, my wool,
bind you the wheel-spokes
turn, turn, turn my wheel!   (Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. “Simaetha.”)

April 22, 2012
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Poetry – April 14th 2010


In the dungeon that is my mind, I found a room locked for way too long

Its walls pitch black

Lights barely bringing anything into focus

On walls chains and restrains from historical past hanging ever so inviting

Nothing into place, ever shifting, morphing for my pleasure

De-clothed people giving into every decadence known to man

This rotten pleasure ever so loud bringing a harsh smell of sex and depravity to a climaxing point where nothing matters anymore

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April 21, 2012
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Carnal Desire – Photography by Jorge Rivas

“Thyself in me thy perfect image viewing
Becam’st enamoured, and such joy thou took’st
With me in secret, that my womb conceived
A growing burden” – John Milton (Paradise Lost)

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April 20, 2012
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March 24th 2011

Sleepless night, unquiet heart

Beating in a terrifying rhythm

Estranged from the rest

Purposely trying to survive the nightmarish claws of one self’s

Eyes glimmering in the darkness while the last breath chokes inside

Gasping for air, clawing my bed to shreds

Oh dear life I’m going to miss you for merciful death takes me away

In one last eternal second all that it is I have ceased to exist Continue reading →

April 20, 2012
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Uncherished – March 24th 2011

Waves of mist swallowing whole my psyche’s remnants

Lost between worlds a child of sadness am I

Unwilling brought to this existence

Uncared

Unloved

Uncherished

Lonesome for days are numbered

Ticking clock merciless to the core

Dying slowly, unwillingly dissipating

Unkind

Unwilling

Uncompromising Continue reading →

April 20, 2012
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I Keep Floating…

Every little thing I said

I let a piece of myself go

An inch of me floating endlessly in the air.

Each smile I gave

Made another person happy

Gently caressing his face in awe of fugitive love.

Each touch extended

Embraced another human being

Filling the void inside their soul.

Every selfless act I did

Brought something into this world worth living it.

Burning eternally in fire

Warming humanity where coldness of the soul reigns

Sacrificing myself to make another person feel more, is a small price to pay

I keep floating

April 12, 2012
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American Graffiti

the abandoned urban landscape offers many places for a sexual encounter of the 4th kind, it’s just a matter of finding an abandoned building and the right hunk to use its “amenities” while you still can. (Lucianus 2012)

April 8, 2012
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Nocturnal


Nocturnal, sleepless creature am I

Besieged by nightmares, unspeakable horror

Gored till death by acceptance missing

Cloaked am I, my memories flooding waters, dark as night sky

Lonesome for those who wish were at my side have once more betrayed my love

Alas, alone I stand in the middle of the night

April 7, 2012
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Lost in Male

“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.” ― (John Donne).

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April 7, 2012
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Hourglass

Nineteen months

Five hundred seventy days

Six thousand eight hundred and forty hours

Four hundred ten thousand eight hundred and forty minutes

Twenty four million six hundred and twenty four thousand seconds

Alas, even death can be quantified

April 7, 2012
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Forget me So…

Take this old body by time beaten unworthy creatures

Place it to some use on earth or else

Some life-form will use it, for this I am sure

I need it no longer

My soul forsaken as well, unable to float

I put a sign up yesterday

Nothing serves me for where I am heading

Insanity reigns sublime

Yet through it, I clearly see for the first time ever in my unworthy existence

April 7, 2012
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Media Suicide

If I ever wanted to commit suicide one day, all I would have to do is jump from your ego to your IQ level *splat*

April 3, 2012
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Tale of a Sex Junkie

Sex, my drug of choice, has become illegal

I need to score some more as my body aches

I am but a lunatic roaming the streets at night looking for my next fix

Anyone will do

As long as that cock penetrates me

As I get my last dose of semen

Inside

I walk like a beast, hunting down my pray

Fuck moral standards

I am a sex-finned monster devouring my males for what they have between their legs

I want to be impaled on a cock tonight

And as I choke on the last drop of semen, I say my last prayer

March 25, 2012
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Weekend at the Lake – Dans Tes Bras

“I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.” – John Donne quotes (English poet, 1572-1631)

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March 24, 2012
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Out of the Shadows

While shadows dwell, thy omnipotent presence above myself, in awe am I, as He once more penetrates my body and thus my soul, in one dying act of carnal desire. – Lucianus (2012)

March 13, 2012
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A Stare to Remember…

“A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which “God” has implanted in the human soul.”  ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

February 25, 2012
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Any Given Sunday

Embalmed corpses adorn God’s house

The dragging sermons, ever so reminding of how sinful we are

Never giving true hope, but more stealing every bit of it that’s left

Your salvation rests in the contribution basket, passed in front of you

God forbid you don’t contribute to create more embalmed corpses

By hour’s end, you feel just as bad, as you half kneel and cross yourself, as you did when you came in

Thank you for another pointless Sunday

Unlike your soul, your wallet is lighter

Thank you father for I will sin

See you next Sunday

February 14, 2012
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A Lone Voice Amidst Vulgar Shouting

My life carried away in splinters besieged by absurdity

Masochistically enduring pleasureless encounters, fugitive at best

A lone voice amidst vulgar shouting

Abnormality a common ground for stray beasts roaming the night

My brain assaulted by voices all trying to convey first, nonsense… Continue reading →

February 3, 2012
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A Set Dramatique

Abandoned to my own consciousness

Belittled by my own peers

Nature is always alarming in its wry change

Forgiveness such an empty gesture, for it can not bring my soul to rest

Alone I am Continue reading →

February 1, 2012
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Untitled…

Tormented soul of darkness beheld

Undriven by loneliness and fear

In the midst of unheard storm

Silence is the killer of perpetual madness blinded by grief

Each drop of blood lost, swallowed by drenched earth

Cracking wooden stairs, among the darkness, leading nowhere

Upside like Peter’s crucifixion

I own darkness

It, owns myself

Twin souls in pain

When darkness fall, it shall be forever

Behold the age of oblivion

January 28, 2012
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“Return to Sender”

I received a letter the other day

Sender unknown

No stamps on the envelope, or any other markings of any kind

Slowly opened it, holding my breath

Nothing inside

The message? Unknown

Mailed it back as “Return to Sender”

January 18, 2012
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No One Cares…

Humanity carrying a question mark on itself, a Calvary ever expanding

Hopeful minds, dreading souls towards a goal ever so out of reach

Lacking knowledge, yet questioning everything, walking on…

Desperation in their eyes showing a haunting hunger for a glass always empty

Standing on a lone cliff where knowledge has been pointed facedown deep within like a sword

Rocked by oceans of time, awaits its savior to bring light for the Gods are cruel and vengeful

Must one feel pity for the unanswered queries?

Are prayers heard up above where Divinities reside?

Does one care an inch?

The faithful in me would like to believe

The realist I am, has lost hope in all that is an answer

Walking I came across writing in the most seamless place; No one cares!

January 18, 2012
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The Mirror That it is I…

You point your finger at me

Calling me selfish, rude, mad

You’re always there to make me feel bad about me, and I allow you to

I have no strength to stop the torture of your rimproverations

Have I given up…. Perhaps?

Through those piercing eyes, you look at me with disgust, reminding me of what I have become, how pathetic I am, and so is the life I live

Those long, pale, veiny hands

Fingers that stretch like serpents, ready to attack and wrap around my throat

You hate me Continue reading →

January 12, 2012
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The Unseen Man

In the labyrinths of my mind shadows lurk

Remnants of a past I tried so hard to destroy

The road ahead always uncertain, dark

The sole light coming form the Moon above

She too, lingering in the night sky like a loving mother

Trying to help the best She can

I wonder into the woods, making my way through branches, fallen trees, mud

Exhausted to the point of tears that never fall Continue reading →

January 12, 2012
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Frozen…

There are so few things left I am still fond of

So little to carry me through my day

Hate is all I know for wrongs past done

Scars never healed fueled by more leash whip

A tender touch has become unbearable

I need not be touched by anyone

My own skin troubles me at long last

Frozen of all emotions

I feel one last thing

My pain Continue reading →

January 12, 2012
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What If…???

Walking last night down the narrow road to my house

All I could hear were footsteps, the dirty noise of junk in my backpack

I looked at the night sky

Stars starred back at me, pity on their deem lights

I thought of the universe and how insignificant I was in the midst of all this immense space

Time is meaningless to some, has a different meaning for others, and some dwell in it lost in every second

The ticking of each moment that as I speak has already become the past

Myriads of possibilities

What if instead of looking at the sky at that precise moment I had done something different?

What if…?

What if…?

What if…? Continue reading →

January 12, 2012
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Moonless-Night Cravings of a Lonely Vampire – December 13th 2011

No more I love yous

Words heard so long ago now bring tears of blood

Clawing down my wrinkled face like monsters from a night more of a Christmas past

Confidence so easy to some it escapes my earthly corpse

Until all that is left are dunes of words a lifetime dared uttered

A vampire of souls am I, devouring anyone in sight

I feed of those encountered, their bodies made into an altar for my Ego demands

Thus, I walk passed my next victim

Men unknowing of their preordained fate by my hand shall perish

For what can a monster be but himself

Unapologetic to the end

The handsome bartender will do just fine

My next victim, my sweet luscious lips boy

Your fate unfortunately sealed for here I decided to have a drink this fateful night

No screaming boy, it’ll all be over soon

Crushing hand, deep into his throat

No more heavy breathing, panicked eyes staring back, soon fade away

As life leaves his body into the mist of night, my craving’s satisfied

I welcome sweet sleep as I cast these inert remains on the floor

For the night ahead is lingering and cleaning up can wait till morning

December 30, 2011
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Bless the Child – May 27th 2011

Conversing with the Divine last night

In Her gracious way She revealed to me

My coming to be…

My perilous path…

My ending…

She softly spoke, yet firm

There is no middle road, but choice

Each leading to a different outcome

She spoke to me of times past

Of silent futures, for they haven’t come to pass

She spoke of places I had once seen as a child, now long faded in lost memories

Centuries past, as I existed in form yet not in consciousness

Bless the child She said, for he does not yet see, his eyes blinded by worlds at once

She spoke to me last night, as the candle flickered

Thy blessings She gave, for I am Hers

I was alone in my room last night.

December 30, 2011
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Of Whispers Made – 6th of May 2010

We’re most of us lonely, and mostly of our own making

Yet, we stretch our hands in crying pain for the empathy of others

The shoulder to lean on

The hand touching us ever so gently

The ear to listen to our stories

Made of whispers we are

Like whispers we leave this world

What follows’ a mystery of sort

Clinging on to life for that is all we know

Caged by our skin, blood and bones

Unable to let go to our self-created reality ever so harsh

Blessed be the children of man, for their courage to let go

Nothingness is bliss

In the Fade we go, to the source we once came from

Stop the clocks

I want out

December 29, 2011
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Drinking Alone…

I’m in the mood for some love tonight

I take my usual place and as my menu’s brought I look at it

Love – half portion $4.50 + tip

Love – full portion $8.50 + tip

I think I’m just going to have a glass of red wine instead

Thank you waiter…

December 22, 2011
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No More Salvation Chanting – April 24th 2010


Heaven and Hell ever present right here

Each one is a demon dressing his villainy in a saint’s robes

Look no farther for Thy salvation, for you are It.

The It, such a tiny word, yet its ripples covering eternity

Prayers absurd at the essence

Self-fulfilling prophecies of one’s ego

Their creations unable to feel more than self-inflicted pain

Up above the Gods looking down smirking defiant to praises or hating shouts

There’s always someone out there who takes all the blame or praise, weather it is Jesus or the Devil

As long as the forefinger blade doesn’t return to yourself

Myriads of lunatics awaiting for the kingdom of Heaven

Hoping for their soul’s salvation, they never lost to begin with

Look no farther my dear, inborn in you good and evil ever-present

Lower your hands toward yourself

No more salvation chanting.

December 12, 2011
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April 16th 2010

Another endless walk on the streets I’ve crossed before

Leading exactly nowhere

One step in front of the other, until I can’t no more

Shut doors, closed windows, no lights inside them

Desolation brings an eerie silence, strangely calm yet twisted

Choices made, yet never understood

Careful My Lord

There’s something in the air tonight.

December 7, 2011
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