In case you didn’t know, I was in the Marine Corps for about two years before I was separated for Medical reasons. I served as a 4341, Combat Correspondent. Needless to say, I took quite a few cool pictures during that time. Here’s one to start off the day! Good morning and Semper Fidelis
Though my fallen bride lies fallen
The Lord won’t have me.
Revenge instead of repentance,
Her tomb will taste His own’s blood.
I feel like making something, so, whoever comments on this will get a custom post card mailed to them. I’ll make a max of 5. Comment on this and email me an address at dcidcorvid@yahoo.com and I will have your post card in the mail this week.
Not that that has any real influence on this post. However, I do look forward to playing it, seeing what all the hype was about
My Kevlar sweetheart,
My violent angel,
Let us go together,
And fuck peace.
Take my hand and watch as I do,
See the fear my name invokes,
The shaking heads,
My bloody hands.
Let us go together
Into the void of inhumanity,
Embrace your base drives,
And tear a fool’s throat open.
We say no to sacrificial guilt.
My love,
Let us walk the juxtaposition,
We’ll live as they die.
Your hands are trembling, dear.
Do not let them see your fear.
The weak feed off the excess of the strong,
Starve them with your bravery.
I’ll be here to the end.
I’ll support your stride,
And stem your blood loss.
So what if tomorrow never comes?
I have you now.
An old bitter poem and a new burnt out drawing dood
Is a correlation a connection?
Can my loss of you,
Be the reason I lose now?
Is the fact I lost the one I loved,
What warped me to hate everyone else?
I don’t know,
Probably never will.
I have blood on my hands,
And for now,
I’ll blame it on you.
Two dimensional reality
An opiate’s purr
Sinking, he whispers in my ear.
“(heavy breathing)”
Pinpoints point
Some Chords burrrrrr.
Time to be an artist.
I’m really loving the commercials for that Psycho spinoff. Don’t have any desire to ever watch it, but it did inspire a line in this poem.
Awaiting a bass based planetary bombardment,
Painting in shades of black,
This is my small victory.
A reprieve from the process
Of becoming Norman Bates,
Of looking my cat in the eyes, with shame.
‘Today, I will be the greatest,’
Is yesterday’s gameplan.
Smoke drifts in ribbons
from between my fingertips.
I stare in silence at the orchestra
For my eyes.
For me.
I dwell on thoughts of romance,
You dwell on the payment for my love.
My heart lurches across my chest
As I watch the acrobatic theatrics.
I long to know the spider-monkey.
She has a life,
A history,
A story.
These fools see her as meat.
I see her as more.
Now you might give me condemnation,
As just another John the Revelator,
But I’m looking for a higher love.
I may have done wrong,
But you have nothing to fear.
You look at me,
I feel you.
You see me dressed in black,
Waiting for the night.
I just want to see you,
The sweetest perfection,
And no longer be locked in chains.
As for now,
I’ll suffer well,
I’ll leave in silence.
And I’ll just take a pain that I’m used to.
I found an old poem of mine about a stripper, and am probably going to work on a painting to go with it. Stay tuned
Dcid Corvid 