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Six Killings, Five Ghosts

Just after midnight. It's me, again. Eastern standard time. The world of sorrow and suffering in which we reside.

December 29, 2011 at 12:25am

From the signatory of this document to those whom are deemed appropriate to bear it as legal witness. You, now charged to bear us forward.

The title is metaphorical. Itís not about actual killings or actual ghosts. The moments I learned something that brought death closer to my understanding are killings. Ghosts are those understandings: the lesson, the instant, the change and memory of, what Iím gonna break down for you below is a sound of thunder and the echo that follows after. Letís put a happy tree here, and use a little bit more color over there. ;)

Six Killings, Five Ghosts

Act 2, Scene 1:

Gossamer Wings,
1..2
1..2
Let me show you how to
Move
Crabwise

As sheís speaking, sheís falling, She is falling just as it lowers down, where ground bunches together on its haunches. Its hide, its eyes are brown, just a little bit of color, moving in tandem with death of light. Feeling the low sound hiss diverts sullenly around the door unopened. We feel it move its many unilateral feelers through rocks unturned by waters, or later to be defined, soil rot. The door remains unopened, until now and it bends knee before the altar of its singular promise. She reminds me of something from before. The crimson of dawn and a promise kept, that I had made to you.
So I promised that if I was strong and could do anything, Iíd do the hardest thing first. Within this arching span, if to speak in whispers, only. I promise to speak honestly. Nine hundred dawns came and went, but it remembers the promise, and the promise is kept, from the lowest reaches bubbling forth, a cacophonous, a great dark

Act 4, scene 2:

Din
In Which We
Drown
Deprived of
Air, by
Greedy
Mouths

Act 1, Scene 2.

Cyclops. Est. Dystopia.

Ask nothing. Waste nothing, nor another moment wondering. Ask nothing, for nothing is my answer. Nothing. When the shadows hid my movements, in the moment of a chance encounter.

Cry wolf
As we moved along
Without pause or
Consideration
For your
Fear
Is evident
Is planed as the pale
Moon
Bays
And bats those
Lashes
At me

She howls
Asking
Will you be
True
Will it be
?

Itís
Yes

Another defining moment
From a chance encounter
God
I love your sense of
Humor

Act 1 & 1, Scene 7

Both fists are shot now. After five breaks, these old bones are thickly pasted, packed with ghosts, with cold, for substance. Gold with envenomed, silver setting prairie fires wherever coppers founded, and set up shop about the faction. They live in closets that stir with dust grief, now. Whorls over gathered intelligence and it crackles with eminence, with the imminence of itís usefulness, in having suffered to learn of these arts. Wisdom and might. It has built muscles beneath this solid wall of girth, that lends heavy weight to its blows, so few blows are required. Itís not mercy, but efficiency. With each movement, my motive is simple. To murder your fractured courage, and watch for the moment. All this, is my daily contribution

Act 1, Scene 3

To You
And you
To me, that I
Remain
Utterly
Master of all that I
See
Survey and
Perceive
To be
I, Exilis
For none can be that
Image
Cannot wrest away
That which
I saw
In that moment

Once across the eyes, and if it
Answers
It is captured
It is mine
Forever and for
All time
Gathered
Here,
Where I Am King

Act 2, Scene 4:

Clothed in Guile.

Iíll admit to this
Readily
That of
Omissions

Surely if you have been
Following
Closely
Youíve born witness
2
Missing acts
&
Deleted scenes.

One moment, I am

Act 5, scene 3,

Et Spiritus Sancti.

Here

We stand as the force of our opposed wills meets between, crackling with hiss, with wroth, with force of arms. The hush that silenced life within earshot. The arena has been drawn about us in hastily penned postures and chalk drag marks across the pox that lights your face with an evil angularity. Thrilled that the advantage is mine, for you are fear and we are fury. Too pinched, too taut. Your muscles bewray that its colding you, whereas our burning is up, is a tower rising towards this most lustily awaited chalice.. this chance encounter. Iíll win and fucking win, because I have to. Because I was born to win this.

Act 6, Scene 2

In Nomine Patris.

Know
That we are
Here and
Gone
I am
Before you
For I would have it
No other way
Than
To openly scorn you

Rather than be still and silent
Where what I know
But cannot show you
Lies us to rot in its
Still birth
Husk grave
Having to watch you
Blunder about, the same errors
I had made, the same
Foibles, I had wrought
Fools doing just as I
Had done
It is
Loathsome
To us

We would be rot
To be rid of
And continue on
Alone
Cut away from
Dead
Flesh
To the beckon
Of the nearest
Forge
Of stars
For if it is our fate to
Devour
To grow
Hunger
To know
Where the
Strongest
Only
Shall pass
We shall pass
Amongst them
In that place
Only
Where we are
Win
So king me.

The picture called me
Second from the
Left

Act 5, scene 4,

A chance encounter.

Another moment, just wait a moment, and I move as the light shifts around the shadow of the door. One moment, youíre alone, and in the next, you know that youíre not

We are
Gyros, convexities,
Gripping our list of
Gripes which read
Fie!
Free
Unto Death!
Wind and
Wheels!

You are
Fear fury, not true
Backwards content for
What you did to us
Precipitated our response

The scales are
For us
As we answer,
Cry wolf
As we
Walk
Away

Act 2, Scene 2,

Simple definitions of him.

Ccyclo0ps is the monster a single eyed focus on a malign goal one becomes
When one has built a silent empire of
Hate might
And sits atop a spire of
Spite
And spits
Fire
Handed to me
By the sons of
The gods of
Revengeance.

And if I am anyone to you
Where rook stands rooted by pawns
I am that dark wizard
Whom all meet with
Dread
Finality
You heard it here, folks.
I want it tattooed in my flesh
My hate war with you

My hand at the top
Of the
Bat
First
I arrived at
Fist
I throw my
Truth
Ace
Black
Card
They are not
Win
But they, the ones we smote were
Mostly
Lesser goblins
Who dwelt on cliffs far below
Us
We clubbed the colorful
Birds and grew
Fat on their
Flesh
We felt entitled to it
So the lesser goblins
Glared up at us
From their low dwellings in the
Lesser tribes
And hungered for the
Livers
Strength, those fine
Meals, had
Bred

I came to recognize them in
Mixed company
This is how we
Know
Them
And so, before
War
We are
Gone
And all the bullshitters are
Putting on
Lying
Looks
Looking on, as I
Walk
Out
In the middle of the
Show
Just after they look me in the eye
Dead gaze at me, and
Lie
The usual misdirection, I could
Set a clock
By
Backward

Now read the one who's eyes
You're looking into
A rook only knows
A pawn
By where he stands in
Relation
To his
Adversary
You are similar, and
Just as quick to give
Ground
When paths are crossed
You
And This
For our
Sometimes
Sins of
Severity
Fear envy kills you
And it kills you to
Dead
To look on me
Behind this

Act 5, Scene 6:

Haters Wall,

After all my maneuvers, to be reduced to this, what it all comes down to. Iím looking for ways and reasons to hate you. I know you, insofar as I know that I can trust you to give me what I want. I hate you most of all who are kind, because you make it so not cool when Iím gonna hate you anyways. Youíre vile, and I will bear witness. I am convinced of it. This is my testament.

To be at your mercy is my terror. Iíll fucking win and win! As quite the opposite outcome was ever expected, of this. How can we live with. Drop a line, but thereís no answer, cause the really good ones are rare as a touch of gossamer wings and just as quick to flit away and be swallowed by

Prelude a nocte,

Which is the opposite side of
Day, from the
Predawn
Or
Prelude to night, where
Ignorance gives way to
Knowing
Which up is end
Is where the dawning of a new
Day, is sure to be
Coming
And we are
Burning
Softly
Building
With a low, ruddy
Hue
Toward a brilliant

..

Ascension

Act sited below.

Patience!

Died again today. Something seen, experienced or known all along, only now awakened. Awareness has expanded to encompass that which engulfs it, it has found truth to be solid, sturdy enough ground to stand on and as the eye moves into delta, in itís ever strengthening crescendo, it becomes time to speak to you, most treasured, unknown friend. I want to unknow you.

It becomes a ghost, that I am. Am real, and though my invisible presence amongst you is surely discomfiting to those closest, to the grinding hiss, it has no apologies for thus being.

If it could, it would squat and birth shit out itís fucking heart like a cannon upon thee. Fie! Just like him, so often referred to.

So this is
Act Three
Which has but a single
Scene
Seen
Three times
From different
Points
In time-space

For godís sake, to fucking need hate you away, for I am living, or you are, and we are both scaring the shit out of one another all the time, even when I wrote hello in the dust of your passage. One word, that took my intangible fingers years to scrawl into a place where we had been together for an instant of love truth or right anger. Such is the nature of truly close associations. And I hate you for pretending, more than not caring. Instead of this, though, I wrote hello and a conversation that goes no further, is truly warming. Iíll call you friend, only. And you have to not stay in touch with me.

Chin up, eyes ahead, nerves are steely, shitting bloodfire, a heart of stone for her, but on the outside it's.. hahaha. Is an even stride. Is in madness, abiding it's time, here, within dystrophia. So the hour is late and it's time to make reason of rhyme. This, and nothing else. Youíre all chaff in the wind before itís awful purpose. There is nothing but this. Our love affair with the writing is afraid of love that we share. My audience and myself. And so the show goes on, and in time, we all face the music.

1..2
1..2
It's all about
Timing
Let me show you how to
Open
Your one and
Only
Good
Eye
Open
Because I say
So
Or I say
Sesame!
To the appropriate
Aperture

Fire to
Thrill you
Or ice that
Holds you with its
Hard
Hands
And I will show you how to
Move
Crabwise
How to
Move
Into delta
Open the eye inside

This last will
And testament.

Thursday, December 29, 2011. Just after midnight.
Cyclops. Est. Dystopia.

Daniel Christensen
Writing as
Daniel Shadow Loveless

Copyright © 2012 by Daniel Christensen

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