The Truth

I am soul stealer, a serial killer, a vampire, a familiar living off other's life-force, a parasite. I rape to satisfy my lust, leaving my host in the throes of death with a foggy absinthe smile.

I have taken different forms over the years. Early, as a photographer, with every snap of the shutter I stole a piece of the subject. With wonder and love, gentle and un-noticed I would slice a piece of their heart out and feed on their being. Making them mine. Possessing their nature, and capturing them forever, to become a part of me. I honed my skill like knives, to dissect thru the everyday and reveal their inner most personages, their fears, their dreams. There I lovingly feasted, sacrificing them for my desires. Then inexplicably, carved off a piece of their reflection. A souvenir to be nailed to a wall and exhibited, like an ear cut off my victims. It was a labor of love, yet I delved down there so deep, that I knocked on the door of the devils lair, and she invited me in.

Here I am in my full glory, a wolf amongst herded condemned sheep. Now a Specialist in my field, I wade thru the hapless victims, looking for the ones to satisfy my hunger. To quench my thirst, I have happily given myself over and accepted her invitation. Now but another data point in the devil’s metric, a rook to deal with the pawns. She aids me in a killing spree, as long as I stick by her commands. I am but an honored whore that has no conscience, I do it for the pleasure, as she enables my lifestyle. She beats me for her amusement, and I smile. For tomorrow she will hand me another client to feed on. There we will fuck beyond their hearts desires and I will steal their very presence. Screaming in pleasure and agony, they will beg me to take them higher. Feeding and devouring, I will brutally ravish them to their last breath. Sucking out their life and leaving an empty quivering bruised shell. And in their death I bathe in their blood sacrifice and gorge myself on payroll remains. But occasionally, as I watch the life flow from their eyes, and feel their strength become mine. I miss the days of wonder and love, when it wasn’t just about the orgasm check and wish I never touched that door. But then the blood rush comes over me and I reach out my hand for my pay and bennies, like an addict for his fix.

Finishing Last

So I am a whining asshole, nothing new there. I whine about my job (most American's hate their job when surveyed), my seemingly lack of what some call a life, the way people drive, the self-centerness (not me, how could anyone think I was self centered?) of others, the intolerance of society, etc, etc, etc…And I sometimes think that I am off base. I mean really, how can it truly be that bad? Take this weekend for instant. After working over 45 hour last week and only being paid for 40, thus having to “flex” (Yes, totally against labor laws) to cover what my corporate Mother requirements of me, I spent all day on Saturday doing a complete brake job (new rotors and pad all the way around) on a friend’s car to save her money. So you might think, nice guy, must have good karma. But what did that get me? Screaming phone calls in the middle of the night, threats from drug dealers, having to confiscate illegal stolen guns from stupid family members, drunken neighbors crashing their quad at 2am in the morning, cops, suicide threats, an ex-mother-in-law that calls to blame me for ALL the world’s evils, and a son that refuses to go to school because he doesn’t like the teachers. Just to come to work and have to deal with total incompetence and stupidity on the case of my now “Co-workers”. Ah Monday, it is good to see you again, my old friend. Whining, what was I thinking?

OFF

Things have slipped away, again. I find myself awashed on the rocky shore. Banged and bruised by the waves and the stone. Drenched and aching I stand to stare into the darkness and all that I find is the date staring back at me. And I shiver. So for tomorrow...September 11th, remember....

Remember, the senseless loss of so many lives and the suffering of the families.

Remember, it is a tragedy for ANY innocent person to die, especially due to political agendas.

Remember, religious fanaticism, whether right or left, is Wrong.

Remember, intolerance and injustice goes hand in hand.

Remember, there is no such thing as "your truth", or "their truth", but only "the truth". And it's supported by facts not lies.

Remember, hatred, bias, and prejudice brought the towers down.

Remember, we are better than that. This is America, the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.

Remember, it's our right for each of us to be different, that makes us all Americans.

Remember 911

And remember, as the lyrics of so many songs have told us, love is the answer.