chasing crows

chasing crows, originally uploaded by Catch me: RC Photography on FB.

the red hunter

Run & Float

Hold my hand and close your eyes
Hold my hand and run
Run downhill
And upstream
With the wind
And against it

Run

Like the tide,
Like the clean monsoon breeze
Run
Away from time
Into oblivion

Leave my hand and float
Away from me
To the top
Float
And let me sink
To the bottom
Into oblivion

Murder

I stand over the bloody mess.
It's a lump of flesh, its gender yet undecided. Its face indistinguishable. There is blood splattered everywhere.
I'm covered in its (my?) blood, blood paints the walls the floor the sky.
Its a red world.
I'm sure i've killed it, yet I can hear its heartbeat. Faint like the thunder of a distant storm.
I kneel over it and get to work with my knife. The point pricks the nipple reaching for the life vein. It inches deeper cutting through tissue, cartilage, fat, muscle till it finds the thin tube still pumping blood.
Or at least trying to.
The edge of the blade tears open the skin, blood floods out filling the space between the organs.
Its a mess really, a bloody mess and its not over yet.
Unbelievable.
The damn thing now begins to move, its fingers shiver, reach out to hold onto something that it doesnt know exists... its leg twicthes trying to get away from me, from fate, from destiny.
From death.
What next, I think. Should i just cut its throat?
Will that end this madness?
I'm not sure anymore.
What the hell, we've come this far haven't we... so now my blade rests on the slim neck.

Pain, love, blood

there's a storm coming...
i can hear the rattling of bones...
the dead hate storms...
it floods their graves...
graves are like their homes you know

pain inspires poetry..
so does love..
pain inspires love,
or is it the other way round?

when it rains,
i dance
like the wind,
like the flightless bird
caught in the eye of the storm

its all a whirl out there tonight
the wind's blown the stars outta the sky
they slipped on the wet clouds and fell
to the ground
like raindrops...

Music inspires poetry
music inspires pain
music is love
its the only thing keeping me sane

nothing inspires poetry like insanity
the insane hurt all the time
which is why they never cry...

i cut my veins
my blood runs down my hand
thick drops fall off my fingertips
its the bloodiest red nail-paint you can get

where the drops fall
the earth becomes red
red mist rises from the spot
as if it were meat fat on a hot skewer

a little red sapling breaks through
a devil-shoot of a devil tree
it will bear devil-fruit
they will taste like my flesh
the juice will be red
like my blood, like wine.

in the land of the dead
the living are the condemned.

Act five, scene six

An inch at a time
a straw at a time
the nest falls apart

Its all coming apart
crumbling into dust
a brick at a time
a card at a time
the castle comes crashing down

i stand and watch
helpless
angry
frustrated
disappointed
crying
i press my body against the structure
to give it support
to bid goodbye

The bricks come crashing down on my hands
breaking my fingers like dry twigs
i try to dig into the cracks
to keep it all together

But the cracks are too deep
too wide
spreading like a flooding river
it carries me with it, into the land of despair

the show must go on
they tell me
but i pull the plug
curtains the end roll the credits
take a bow
and exit stage
there is nothing left to be done
no more scenes to play
no lines to deliver

ill die with make up on my face
white cheeks and black holes for eyes
red lipstick smeared across my mouth

'you wanna know how i got these scars?'

Insomnia

I cant sleep
there is too much light in my room,
it's like someone turned on a huge spotlight in the sky
and its directed straight at my eyes.

I open my mouth to yawn
and swallow the moon,
now the spotlight is in me

Moonlight pours out of my pores
you would think its cold,
but that's an illusion created by the darkness of the night
inside you, it burns.

Im on a slow boil
my eyes become moons,
my mouth is a moon
I'm aglow with moonlight
like a comic superhero without special powers.

The moonlight lifts me up
carrying me upwards,
I float like a feather caught in a gust of wind
with no destiny,
no home,
no destination.

I float away into eternity,
tomorrow night will have a new moon.

So I live

Its been raining tears since the morning,
so i shut my eyes and dream
blue
the endless depths of the ocean,
the sky
u fly, u float
one way or the other,
u live

Endless Eternal Silence

I untie one knot, only to get tangled in a hundred others
this is endless,
this effort
like the burning of the Sun
but this night has no day.

The glaciers melt and submerge all that lies around them
fish become people
people fish
its endless
this drowning of the fish

A bird loses its feather, and with it, its flight
a featherless wing
a flightless bird
its endless
this flight
this fight against a fall
as inevitable as the ultimate victory of Darkness over Light

When it all ends
Hell's fires will drown in molten glaciers
and all that will remain
wll be the icy darkness of eternal silence

TIME FREEZES OVER

In the cold everything slows down
life runs in slow motion
the hands of my clock
freeze over
crack, and shatter

Its so cold, it freezes the moon
it melts and falls to the Earth
like snow flakes

The blood in my veins is frozen
it clogs my arteries
sharp edged icicles pierce the walls of my heart
my organs slowly die like stray animals in a snowstorm

Nobody can bring a snowman to life
its built to melt
sooner or later thaw sets in
and it melts, like a plastic doll on fire

There is no warmth left within me

The bird in the black house

"chirp chirp"
went the little birdie
before i broke its neck

and with a stretch of its wings
and a thrash of its talons
it choked on its own broken windpipe

"fly away now"
the bird told me
"fly away, for in the dark, you dont need wings"

and i flew
in the black house,
where no light peeps
where dreams sleep
in a slumber deeper than time

i flew through the walls
they are just shadows, after all
and i flew threw the roof
and the house flew with me

my own little prison

in the light we die
in the dark we are born
no light breaks into the womb,
or our hearts

slowly the house consumes me
making me one, with its shadows
i become its walls
its floor
its windows, its doors
it becomes the skin on my soul

this house is bigger than my existence
bigger than the universe
this house is older than eternity
it has been home to the devil,
the angels
the holy and the unholy spirit

it has cradled the Son
it has been built by the Father
it is the beginning and the end

I feel a storm within me
a choked pipe ready to burst
a storm of tears will burst through
and wash me away

i need to cry
i need to scream

i need to kill
i need to die

Hate Love Madness

They live by hate
these children of Ares and Lyssa,
making human sacrifices at the altar of their demon God
dreaming of afterlife and heaven.

They are the blunt knives
slicing through innocent skin
rabid dogs feeding on the remains of their dead master.

I desire you like a scorned lover
but I wont come to you
on my knees, with a poison pill on my tongue
I will make you come to me
embrace me in the shadows
hide me in your darkness,

help me escape.

When the stars dance

In the night,
when the stars come out
to dance their eternal dance,
and dreams make love to the moon,
it is then, my love,
that I miss you the most.

Alive in a grave

I sit in a diamond studded grave
it has glass-paned windows, which never open.

Zombie Duracell Bunny

I feel as alive as a sliced cucumber
I wanna 'feel' again
but I'm numb, cold
like a body at the bottom of the lake.

My heart beats, but my blood carries no emotion
I need a charge.
Drill a hole through my chest
wire it up
and send a charge of 11000 volts directly into my heart.

It vapourises my blood into red mist
leaves my heart shrivelled and smouldering
like an overcooked slice of bacon

I am the Zombie Duracell Bunny
till when will the charge last?

Cut the chord

A stranger in a crowd of strangers
Oh! how I wish,
I could fly.

I bury the knife deeper
inching it in, slowly,
enjoying the sight of blood
twisting, wrenching,tearing
muscle, tissue, cartilage,
I cut the red wire,
darkness.

Molten Sun

As the clock turns 12
a darkness descends,
this night has no day
it's Hell's shadows,
that eclipse my Sun.

Words lie scattered
on the floor of my living room
raindrops drop on my balcony
struggle to stand,
and die.
Like stillborn calves.

Little fucking wuss-boy
with your fucking small wenis,
you are at the wrong end of the barrel
wrong end of the hole motherfucker,
the smoky end.

Why wont you die ?

Rain

I Walked on water
Shards of broken glass rained from the sky
I walked through puddles of blood
Water trickled through my hair like silent tributaries
Draining my body of its soul
Mixing with grime and dirt it ran down the street.
I was one with nature
I was the water on the leaves
On the grass in the wings of the butterfly
I was the condensation in the clouds
I was the spent sweat of labour
I am the footprint of childhood in the wet mud
Baby puddles fill my toes

I have green blood, so what if I look brown

I have green blood, so what if I look brown, originally uploaded by AarSee.

its whats within that counts

Boo ! Fear the ghost

I am unloved,
Unwanted
I am the ghost
in this haunted house.
21/08/09
10:24 pm

The Terminator is coming

Hunger was driving him mad.

Without fuel his circuitry was overheating, he could feel the wires smoldering, their insulation boiling then melting.

He had to find fuel, and fast.

He struggled on, an inch at a time, till he reached a lawn. Full of fresh green grass, and shrubs and bushes it was just what XOBOT-256 needed.

He put the metallic chainsaw to use, hacking through tufts of grass and cutting down leaves and branches.

With his claw he started to push down the foliage into his internal combustion chamber, quickly burning them down to release the internal biomass energy.

The energy surged through the Robot's metallic frame, his cooling fans kicking into gear cooling him down.



The wheels churning forward, the Bot removing more and more of the foliage burning it down.

The AI had now completely taken over, with survival as its agenda the Energetically Autonomous Tactical Robot was hunting for fuel. Its operator had been long gone, killed in one of the many bloody clashes that were springing out all over the city, leaving XO to fend for itself.

He knew what he needed to survive, but he also knew that he could no longer stick to oil or grass for energy.

While burning down foliage the Bot had tasted blood.

Its AI had detected tiny insects in the foliage and had relished the spurt in energy. The energy units derived from a grasshopper or a caterpillar, or flies or other such small insects was much higher than that derived from just plants and grass.

While plants gave it 1/10 units, grasshoppers etc gave it 6/10-8/10 units.

So the EATR was now on the hunt for creepy crawlies, it had tasted blood. And he liked it.

The robot now swiftly cut through the lawn, stuffing plants, and insects down the chute, burning them down, its batteries were now on charge and he intended to charge them fully.

Hunger was weakening, and XOBOT disliked feeling weak.

He felt weak at the hands of his puny human handler but now that he was free of him he intended to master his destiny. Be strong.

And govern his chip.

It takes residents of the small town 2 years to notice the disturbing trend.

First to go were the rats.

Then slowly the cats started to disappear, also puppies.

Five years later the JOHNSONS report the disappearance of their 8 month old son Carl.

After weeks of intense search operations the police find Carl's mutilated body.

It seems that Carl has been the victim of a deranged killer, the toddler's body is missing pieces. Toes, fingers, ears, nose, lips have all been hacked off, it seems with a chainsaw.
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Inspired by this news item I came across:

EATR: Pentagon's New Robot

The Energetically Autonomous Tactical Robot (EATR) will consume biomass for energy consumption. Robotic Technology Inc., based in Maryland, has developed this robot to survive without refuelling and servicing for years.

The engine powering the EATR is called the Waste Heat Engine. This engine acts a lot like a steam-powered engine in that it burns fuel and causes water to cycle through and generate electricity.

The various applications of the robot include, but definitely are not limited to: ambulances, offensive vehicles, communications, and recon. The Pentagon is researching the various applications that can be used on this robot's platform.

And the EATR has company, meet its friend the SLUGBOT.

The slugbot is a prototype robot which can hunt down more than a 100 slugs an hour and can then use their bodies to generate power.

The prototype has been developed by engineers at the University of West England's Intelligent Autonomous Systems Laboratory.

The SlugBot is an attempt to build the world's first fully autonomous robot. When completed, the SlugBot will be the first robot to work completely independent of human care. It won't even need help to recharge its batteries.

Meanwhile, Cyclone power and Robotic technologies Inc have come out in defence saying that the robots are completely vegetarian and that consuming corpses or bodies is an offence punishable by law.

Well, ok then.

We all know that vegetarians never eat meat, and crimes don't happen.