by Kaero Davis
# 4 – “More of them think they’ll pass in the clear – but there are flaws in their reasoning and that can only falter their movement forward. And what can you do when some of them can’t be told?”
Horsemen
We, better known as the last resort,
Gallop forth at once to the beckon call,
Tall cloaked figures on each a skeletal horse,
In wait for the war to end all wars…
Seven seals broken and busted wide open,
Send forth us omens to reap those chosen,
The warning well scripted and equally spoken,
Foretell our arrival and the rapture in motion,
War, Famine, Conquest and Death,
Karma of the cosmic consequence,
Irreparable, irreversible, irreverence,
Penance pending incompetence,
The most horrendous nightmares turned reality,
Men will turn and burn in the calamity,
Rampant ruckus inseminating insanity,
No hope left against the sins of humanity,
By the time we arrive, it’ll be too late,
And there will be no chance to escape,
Every man damned, will meet their fate,
Vanquished souls incinerate,
War, Famine, Conquest and Death,
Karma of the cosmic consequence,
Irreparable, irreversible, irreverence,
Penance pending incompetence,
Those of who are left unafflicted,
Will receive the paradise long depicted,
Rewarding their loyalty to the commandments enlisted
Heaven’s eternal glory, unrestricted,
Exit Scenario
# 2 – “I say we head abound, scour the globe and wait for the final signs.”
# 4 – “Maybe… we could all circle off in our directions until we are called. Front row seats – we won’t be late for the show…”
# 3 – “I too agree, what say you Conquest?”
# 1 – “…We would be in time, yes. Yes, let us prepare and mount the horses.”
(And the tall cloaked figures arose from around the stone table and took up their ornaments and made way out to their horses. They mounted their steeds and ascent to the skies – and separated shooting off in their direction, and now, are in motion circling the globe, awaiting…)
Enter Scenario
“Have you ever seen the rabid, mad, deranged look in a man’s eye when he is seriously deprived over an extremely extended period of time? deprived of what he cares to indulge in most to get the relief he craves away from all the tension? A long-awaited release that just never comes? It can make for a hazardous, disastrous complexity when faced with another that has particularly what he’s withdrawing from. An untrained beast is an untamed beast. And an untamed beast with a hunger for something it’s withdrawing from – can result in potentially disharmonizing serenities. For one thing, you can never tell when might be the time that, that other person is going to snap. You cannot trust that you’re not going to take the full-thrust of the blow if that person finally caves and gives in to his/ her instinct. You can never prevent any true nature from turning in on itself or upon another’s. As civil as the best of us are at the best of times – needs are required to be met and fulfilled, respect to be equally spared. Deprivation can be dangerous.” – Brig.
Inner Animal
Well, I’ve got a beast caged inside,
Ripping, clawing out my insides,
It wants out, it wants exercise,
It’s going insane, rampaging inside,
This party animal could do with some booze,
Some feminine company to remedy the blues,
Some hard rock or heavy metal tunes to thrash loose,
Psychedelic substances to heighten the muse,
Rollin’ loaded and on the prowl,
Ahead of the pack, ahead of the crowd,
Standing tall, strutting proud,
Mighty strong and head-sound,
And heads turn at break-neck speed,
All to catch a quick glimpse of me,
Impressive presentation, reputation exceeds,
I can tell they all like just what they see,
You’ve gotta let it out to run,
You can have fun without any harm,
Moderation’s better than ever there’s none,
Free that beast – let it out to run,
…Let it out to run.
Exit Scenario
“Deprivation is dangerous. But to be one with the beast within is itself, wondrous. Regular contact is recommended. Would you trust a junkie that hasn’t had a ‘fix’? – the answer is NO, shit, you couldn’t trust a junkie any time so that was probably a piss-poor example. Ok, would you trust your own dog not to attack you if you hadn’t fed it for days, if you were to be lain beaten and bleeding in the dogs’ yard? You might say you could trust man’s best friend, but you might also be mistaken. Animals have instinct, just as much as us. Theirs, however, is a greater deal more primal. But how well do you suppose you’d handle being in that position yourself?
Desperate people do desperate things…” – Brig.
Enter Scenario
“It’s all in the attitude. It’s perspective. It’s how you approach shit. It’s how you choose or decide you want to look at it. The more you enforce a negativity, the more effect it has over you as much. What people don’t realize is you can be sucked and pulled so far into dilemma that you struggle to escape – and somehow forget your cause or what you normally stand for midst the confusion thrown your way. By the time it’s gotten that far, it could already be much too late. If you fight the effects you’re hoping to feel through substance use, it may do the reverse and complete opposite depending on frame of mind. And then that depends on whether you’re a regular/ habitual user, environment, etc. it will fuck with the mind. Attitude can fuck you in a variety of multiple ways; at work, at home, on projects, with the wife or husband or kids, friends – and having an impact as easily on people you generally don’t get along with on the average daily basis anyway. If it doesn’t fit, the attitude just needs an adjustment, an alteration. And in the right state of mind – some substances just might do that.” – Idkod.
Mind Your Attitude
You say you want more, that it isn’t fair,
Spoils of war – you want your share,
But I’ve got news and you weren’t there,
You never measure, you couldn’t compare,
You just don’t take what you never gave,
You’ve behaved as though you slaved,
I’ve gotta say it’s no honourous way,
You’ll fade to a colourless grey,
You whimper and whine all the time,
Complain that you’re gonna lose your mind,
Life isn’t like what you’d hoped to find,
You’ve gotta find away outta this bind,
Nothing’s gonna change for you –
Not unless you ever do,
You can do whatever you choose,
Just don’t whinge when you lose…
Exit Scenario
“It pays to keep an open mind, optimism can only benefit you in a positive way, so long as you can maintain it. Refrain from dropping back to a deadbeat pace if you know you’re not getting anywhere. Mind your attitude, mind all others around you – ’cause you really don’t know who might know what about another who or what knows, which may in fact determine the course of another fall into reclusive state. And I say reclusive because who wants to be around pessimists, unless of course, you are in fact another pessimist that only enjoys the company of other pessimists. And gee, what such exciting dinner conversations pessimists have between each other.” – Idkod.
Ent
er Scenario
“You can give a good inch, and some dumb fuckwit will take a fucking mile. The privilege we share, can be stripped right from us instantly because of this. People that just couldn’t give a good flying fuck about their surroundings and endanger themselves as well as everybody else around them. You can take the rules of the road as a great example on this matter; some people abide by the law knowing full-well it’s a privilege to operate a vehicle to get you from A – Z. Others really don’t care and break all sorts of laws, guidelines, principles, and breach just about as many unwritten common sensibilities that render them hazardous. You could say the same for ownership of ballistic weapons. It only takes one arsehole with shit for brains to fuck it up for everybody else. Like the strict and tightened enforcement on regulations for anybody hoping to, or already have possession of a firearm. It might just be that one dickhead you cover for at work who you know can’t help themselves but to jeopardise what’s still intact of their reputation, but then you take the fall and you lose your position at the workplace. And it was along these lines that I was inspired to formulate this piece;” – Rhawha.
Outta-Hand-Fast
A maniac, hell-bent on carnage,
A lunatic towering inferno savage,
Rampant chaos at calibre of the tonnage,
Destruction harrows, sweeping waves raze and ravage,
Accelerating fast with a domino effect,
The yield of the blast larger than thought to expect,
Spiralling out claiming disastrous debts,
An outrageous toll of billions of deaths,
When It goes bad it’ll get a lot worse,
And if you’re not sad, you’ll swear and curse,
Be thankful you haven’t yet ridden the hearse,
Because it’s only ever gonna get worse,
It takes one fuck to fuck it all up,
And it fucks it up for everyone,
Maniac, lunatic, idiot, stupid,
Maniac, lunatic, idiot, stupid,
Maniac, lunatic, idiot, stupid,
Maniac, lunatic, idiot, stupid,
When it goes bad – it’s gonna get worse,
And if you’re not sad – then you’ll swear and curse,
Be thankful you haven’t yet ridden the hearse,
Because it could always only ever get worse,
It takes one fuck to fuck it all up,
And it fucks it up for everyone…
…and it’s just outta-hand-fast…
Exit Scenario
“We can never tell when we’re going to be inconvenienced by this sort of thing, but as murphy’s law eludes – if it can go wrong it will. And even further beyond that where it can go right from bad to – “This is the most absolute fucked-up bullshit I have ever had to face!”. And discomfort of any kind has no actual concept of timing nor velocity. If you can see it coming – get the fuck out of the way quick, because shit is about to become fucked – and fast…” – Rhawha.
Enter Scenario
A gorgeous young woman, mid 20’s with a troubled history, sees a psychiatrist weekly for counselling and agrees to a course of hypno-therapy. They’d talked it out and decided this was something she’d like to do to help face her past and get passed it with these techniques. The doctor had explained to her he’d practiced in this for some time and assured her of his confidence that it will be safe, and nothing can go wrong. He told of his particular techniques being rather effective on countless clients previously – all whom had given each a positive account on their feedback. And so, as the psychiatrist begins, he tells her to lie comfortably back against the couch and he procures a pendulum from a glossy black box from over on the shelf on the wall behind his desk. He walks over to her and tells her to focus on the pendulum as it swings between his fingers. He allures her to his softened, calming pitch, tone of his words, gently and soothingly he speaks;
Pendulum
Stare into my pendulum,
Hear my persuasion,
It’s just suggestion,
Gentle persuasion,
I want your attention,
Stare into my pendulum
It’s just suggestion,
Gentle persuasion,
Hear my voice and feel the calm,
Know you’re safe far from harm,
Surrender to the pendulum,
Surrender to the pendulum,
Relax and let the comfort come,
Almost catatonic, numb,
Surrender to the pendulum,
Surrender to the pendulum,
Let me whisper some words of worth,
And reprogram you for rebirth,
Stare into my pendulum,
Hear my gentle persuasion,
It’s just suggestion,
Such gentle persuasion,
Allow me your attention,
Gaze upon my pendulum,
It’s just suggestion,
Gentle persuasion..
Exit Scenario
“Now, Maladiera, can you tell me precisely how you are feeling at this moment?”
(Maladiera was completely tranced to the spot where the pendulum had ended swinging. The doctor gently pocketed the device and was fully focussed on her stare and was careful to catch each word she spoke, soft and in a monotone.)
“Calm, relaxed, peaceful…”
“Good, that’s very good, now – can you hear me clearly?”
“Yes.”
“Maladiera, I would like you to envision a stone chamber, and in the far wall is a full sized vault door.”
“I see it.”
“Look down at your right hand and you will see you have a key. Do you see it?”
“Yes.”
“Now, insert that key into the vault lock, and twist it open.”
“Okay.”
(Maladiera began to shake and tremble, and at first the psychiatrist thought it was her nerves but, suddenly, her movement began to peak and she turned to look at the doctor in his eyes. She smiled a kind of sinister smirk and flashed her eyes, fluttering her eyelids as if to lustily flaunt with him. Then she tilted her head back and chuckled a more sinister laugh.)
“Maladiera?”
“It’s charlotte bub, and I know you, you’re a naughty boy – a slippery little maggoty worm. I’ve seen you do the things you do at night, alone in your basement. Someone downstairs has their eye on you…”
“Good God almighty, I-I don’t know what you’re talking about – how could you possibly know what I do? Have you been spying on me?”
“The Devil sees all!”
The girl rushed at him with a speed and strength he never would have thought possible of her. He snapped his neck on the edge of the desk in his stumble backwards. The girl lunged at him again and bit right down over his throat and tore clear his neck’s flesh and tendons. And she was found later, still sitting over him, devouring his intestines and gizzards from his midriff. They sedated and detained her and Incarcerated her within a high-dependency, high-watch medical-mental ward.)
Enter Scenario
“For fucks’ sake, I’m fed up with this bullshit! It never ceases, same old same old wretched hypocrisy and contradictory propaganda! I can fucking do without it I tell you – it never bloody stops…how many times have I gotta be up against the wall? They’re always pushing me – do they expect me not to fight back? Are they fucking fishing for a bite or what? FUCK! I can’t have one single fucking day when they’re not on my case about something – they’re always pickin’ at me – I just wanna say fuckin’ mind your own business and focus on yourself! They’re just as much of a fuck-up as me – if anything I’m the new and improved fuck-up – only to have the brains to fuck up better this time…they’re just as fucked up as me – shit, at least I can admit it and accept it and move on – JESU
S! Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna fuckin’ murder someone – they piss me off so much, get off my back for fucks’ sake, URGH!!!”
“Wow – yeah, let it out man –”
“Sorry dude, they just really fucking rev me up eh,”
“It’s cool man, that’s what I’m here for – I’m ya bro, you can let it out dude,”
“Oh fuck, what a relief – god bless you man, I can’t put up with their shit any longer – I feel like I’m gonna snap,”
“Breathe man, take all the time you need mate,”
“I just – (sigh) wish they’d stop fuckin’ pickin’ the scabs and let the wounds heal…”
“yeah I hear ya bro…”
Picking the Scabs (And Making Them Bleed)
I am not afraid of death,
I can’t wait to rest,
It seems the only way for peace,
To be at least deceased,
No escaping this horrid gloom,
Someone send me to my tomb,
I can’t emphasize just how dire,
It is I yearn to expire,
Impressive are the illusions,
More so the delusions,
Where some in fact believe they’re smart,
Though evidence concludes they’re daft,
