I’m searching for a way
To express these persistent screams
Living beneath these eyes
Crafting nightmares out of dreams
I’m searching for a way
To surpass these sadden seas
But I hold on to my Kraken
Swallowing the beast within me
Is there no place?
To let insecurities come to pass
To burn amongst the sky
To take wings in Earthly drafts
Is there no place?
To drown the insistent thoughts
To wither them to the bone
To expose them till they rot
I forget there is no place
To home creatures of my kind
The unforgiving weathered world
Leaving me behind
I forget there is no place
To embrace who I desire
My creature clawing outward
Set these streets on fire
When does morning start?
When a creature awakes,
Or when the sun rises?
Yea, the morning is
When a creature awakes
To find it starting anew
In the world dominated
By mortal souls.
The human wakes up
First by opening its eyes,
Then stretching its muscles
And sitting up in a position
To retreat from the bed
That held it prisoner
During the long, dark night.
Out of bed it goes
Attending its normal
Robotic morning routine
Whilst thinking of the future,
Of what the day holds,
And how the day will go.
Either gleefully or woefully
Does the human think of this
For not all mornings
Are filled with happiness and glee.
Fearful not is the human
Who takes things as they go
Wave by wave.
Wave by wave harassing it,
Wave by wave attacking it,
Wave by wave saddening it,
Wave by wave entertaining it,
Wave by wave knocking it down.
Each wave the human does take
Accepting each as a challenge,
As an opponent, an obstacle,
And one that must be rid of.
Defeat is not in its dictionary,
For there is no defeat
If one can rise again,
And face the same challenge
To only be victorious.
The human does not give up,
It does not ponder on the past,
But it rises from its ashes -
Waking up to start anew
In a world dominated
By mortal souls.
The darkness arrives
And yet something wakes.
The sun goes to sleep
Covered in the blankets
Of the horizon.
The moon wakes up
To take the sun's place.
Where the sun once watched over,
Now the moon does the same.
The creatures below sleep
Both in comfort and discomfort.
The creatures move about
In the shadows
Untouched by the moon's light.
Quietly they sleep.
Stealthily they crawl.
The night is quiet,
With silence the night wears on.
I run through the dark,
The most Ancient Gods,
Prototypes of all the Gods,
Worshiped before humanity;
And all came from one source.
The source is called Mlandoth,
All Gods are manifestations of Him.
Ngyr-Khorath, the mad and monstrous thing
Whom haunts this region of space
Before the solar system was formed,
Is a local eddy of Mlandoth's Race.
Yidhra, who was born with the life of Earth
Intertwining with all Earthly life-forms,
Teaches reverence for Mlandoth.
Before death was born, She was born;
For untold ages there was life without death,
Life without birth, life unchanging.
But at last death came; birth came;
Life became mortal and mutable,
And thereafter fathers died,
Sons were born, and never the same.
The slime became the worm
And the worm the serpent,
The serpent the yeti of the mountains
And the yeti became man.
Only She escaped death,
Escaped birth.
But She could not escape change,
For all things will change;
The trees of the North must shed their leaves.
She learned to devour the mortal creatures;
From their seed to change Herself,
And to be as all mortal things,
Living forever without birth, without death.
Deep oceans dwelt in her soft cadenced
breathing, and the song of the seagull
strained in her hair, and her eyes had the hues
of the sunset as they sank in the distance
in hazel-brown skies.
She came unexpected, entangled in weeds,
caught in the net of a sad-eyed fisherman,
and her song had the call of the ocean,
and the call of the wave, and was heard
by all creatures that live in the deep:
the fisherman's nets now are crowded galore!
Bass, salmon, and lobster, bewitched by the song
of the girl who came from the sea!
They made love in his cabin, off the west coast
of Ire, the girl from the ocean and the sad-eyed
fisherman. And her sighs were like magic,
like the surf on the beach, and her moans were
like breakers that broke on the cliffs of his heart.
He was caught in the foam of her spell-binding
songs, caught in the strands of her sand-colored
hair, caught in the breeze of her lips, and the fish
in her mouth, as they loved in his cabin off the west
coast of Ire, and the tide of the ocean, and the wind
of the sea, and the sighs of the girl stole right
into his heart.
Now the cabin lies empty, struck by the wind,
and the waves of the ocean, and the tides
of the sea, and a song that bewitches
can be heard in the distance, in hazel-brown
skies, which glow like the eyes of the girl
who came from the sea.
(c) Copyright Jim Valero, 2012.
It creeps in the shadows of the night,
Looking for any food in sight,
You'll never hear it coming behind you,
'Cause it's smooth, sly, fast, and it'll blind you,
You might just wanna stay in your bed,
With your covers way over your head,
For it may see the fear in your eyes,
Then there'll be no time for goodbyes.