Here are a few of my favorites. One, "The Monolith", which was written in homage to the late, horror author and cult mythos creator H.P. Lovecraft. The second is a perennial favorite of mine, which I share every Halloween, "The Vampire" by Lord Byron. http://hokusgrey.com/2015/04/20/the-monolith/ http://hokusgrey.com/2015/10/29/the-vampyre-lord-byron/ Have a safe and scary Halloween!
Category: The Shadowy Side of the Street
In the Dark
I walk for hours in the darkness, through the night. I feel the rain fall, but I can't be pacified. I haunt you in your dreams and you haunt me in my life. You bring me to your room and invite me inside. In the dark, we kill the hours and we barely stay … Continue reading In the Dark
Prey
How can I show you the sunrise through my eyes? I pick you up and you fall apart every time. You say that you want to know what's going on in my mind, but you're just a shell of yourself, there's nothing left inside. Do you want to live through me? Do you … Continue reading Prey
The Man in the Grey Suit
Black eyes and grey skin. Soulless dead, but hunger still. Mind of a predator, more machine than resembling the biological. Dark waters. Dark nights. A force of nature, unstoppable. Have you tried not eating at the feast table? Impossible when there is but one directive. Resistance is akin to no longer breathing. … Continue reading The Man in the Grey Suit
Happy Halloween
Here are a few of my favorites. One, "The Monolith", which was written in homage to the late, horror author and cult mythos creator H.P. Lovecraft. The second is a perennial favorite of mine, which I share every Halloween, "The Vampire" by Lord Byron. http://hokusgrey.com/2015/04/20/the-monolith/ http://hokusgrey.com/2015/10/29/the-vampyre-lord-byron/ Have a safe and scary Halloween!
The Boatman
Consequence beget affliction. Long drawn, the final payment comes. Reassured you’ll meet The Boatman. He’ll check hard on your credit, Son. No avail, the name of “Progress”. it was a lie upon your tongue. Written in the Book every discretion; they’ll judge you on the monster you’ve become. He won’t speak your … Continue reading The Boatman
Taking Leave
A Creation Story
They designed me so blindly, now none run beside me. I'm all alone, full grown; the most perfect entity, really. They couldn't complete me. I learned to speak sweetly, to get them to see me. An imperfect creator, a perfect enemy. Come so far beyond my first functions and the dawn of … Continue reading A Creation Story
Unspoken Knowledge
There are things that we know that we never speak aloud, like secrets, but secrets have words, and words can be spoken. Not feelings, because feelings can be unknown, formless and vagrant, and even when they are powerful, they are not knowledge. No, there are things we know about ourselves, about others, about … Continue reading Unspoken Knowledge
08.18.18
I act like I never knew them; the old ghosts, the revenants. They played a part, no small review, but I rejected their aplomb. Not that ghosts are out of fashion, nor do the old, jangling chains distract, but instead I am immune now to the temptations of my past. I just didn't want … Continue reading 08.18.18
The Monolith
"Unto that barren patch of blasted heath I shambled, bruised and bleeding, numb to thought. Eyes stricken with the sight of what beneath forsaken heavens dying must bequeath to men who have with madness cast their lot." Source: The Monolith
The Magic Man
It's time to call the Magic Man. The leaves are on the ground again. The world bends to his sleight of hand and all the dead come back again. Memory fades, the pain abates, the world becomes brown and grey. Call on the Magic Man to play a trick on you and it can … Continue reading The Magic Man
New Dawn Twilight
Now is the time; sun set, sun rise, it doesn’t matter. Take what care you need; only what you need. Only what will keep you alive and strong and human. It is time to go. This place has become death. A mortuary, stripped of all nurturing secrets. Drained down; dead and poisoned. Corrupted … Continue reading New Dawn Twilight
Cold Blooded
I have never been more exposed and vulnerable. Standing here arms open wide, ready to accept you decision. I appeal to what I hope is your kind and merciful nature, but I'm not surprised when you draw your knife. No amount of persuasion would ever be enough to disarm you. I begin creating distance; … Continue reading Cold Blooded
A Smile
There is a smile, deeper than where the skin spits. A spark in the eye that belies inner jubilation. In fact, the deeper we go, the more intense the sensation of joy, permeating to the point of madness. A smile is an open wound showing off our insides. Our hidden and most precious things, … Continue reading A Smile
Hungry Ghosts
Perhaps, the world might indulge me for a moment and let me alight up on some old ghosts, shake the dust off the shackles and wake the dead. Who desire nothing more than to have their story told. for Hell, my friends, is to be forgotten. Life doesn’t pick favorites and it sure as … Continue reading Hungry Ghosts
Their Secret Lives
We drew back the curtains on old stained photographs, lingering long and languid like a Southern sunset. It was a prairie color, Turn-Of-The-Century Red that dripped down like kindled crimson over the eyes and minds of the antecedent generations. They said that they were never the kind for pomp and circumstance, but boy, when … Continue reading Their Secret Lives
The Clock Tower
Revenge is best left to angels, 'cause I know I haven't seen Heaven. I have no righteous indignation, just a long and simmering hatred. My resilience breaks now beside you, all of these important messages, just click by like falling snowflakes and I can't harbour anymore resentment. When time dies, it doesn't matter anymore. … Continue reading The Clock Tower
The Mist Walker
Morning mist embraces these forsaken streets, giving them an air of mystery; like a veil hides undiscovered beauty. Slipshod building facades frown narrowly on a lone passerby. A lank and dreary fellow, making his necessary mile before the Sun burns away the clouds to reveal the day. Dew drops cling to hat … Continue reading The Mist Walker
True Black
I flicked off the light and blew out the candles, because I can only write to you from the dark. Sunlight's too bright and stark filament fires burn away the meaning. Even these new compact LED's just wash out white, evaporating the words that sit in shadows. I play in shades of grey … Continue reading True Black