Viaticum 7 – A Final Feast

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Take this bread

And break my bones

The suffering of a man.

Don’t drown yourself

As the wine is passed

But read me if you can.

I don’t want my

Words to touch you

Leaving inspiration.

Find your own path

There is no other

No promised nation.

In your heart

There is the spark

A door to make things new.

So take this bread

All I can give

And to your heart be true.

And you, my love

Will leave for me

And give to me my peace.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

 

 

Viaticum 6 – In Love With You

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This is the reason
That I came here
And suffered
At their hands.
The reason that
I stayed here
And followed
Scriptures road.
This is the passion
That flows in me
The blood and
Sweat and fear.
At times to see no
Other but you
My hope my
Life my fare.
And was I blinded
Eyes scarred to see
Eclipsed from truth
Meant for me?
Fell so far from grace
Another hand
Lost to me
In your eye.
This is the reason
I stayed for you
Impure
Love you knew.
The touch, your tear
The one I knew
A kiss of
Death from you.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

Comic Death (excerpt) by Agyani

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The following is an excerpt of the short story: Comic Death by Agyani, which you can find in the anthology Static Dreams Volume One. Inside you’ll find nine dark and twisted stories written by him and other amazing authors. I hope you enjoy this little snippet. Oh, and click any of the links below to buy.

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“There’s someone who wants to hear your story, the way you died. He likes to hear stories that are…you know, different… people dying in the most ridiculous manners. I believe he will love to hear yours.”

“Why can’t you tell him?”

“Telling the story will help you get over it. I happened to be passing through the house where you died so I know your story. You’ve never discussed it with anyone, and I understand it must be difficult for you. But unless you talk about it, you won’t be able to…

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Viaticum 5 – Sermon

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 If you would let your

Smothered ears listen,

And hear the words that spew

Like fire from my heart,

Wrenched like flesh from

Somewhere buried deep

Deep beneath the consciousness

That rises from the ground.

 

Let them settle

Grow within your mind,

At last to realise

That this curse that falls on you

Falls from another’s hand,

Take this severance

Permission to be, to leave

And not to cling to servitude.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

 

 

Viaticum 4 – Comatose

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In catatonic catacombs you lay

As motionless as the temple,

Rising, monolithic, overshadowing,

Watching, guarding each mortal move.

Silent as the sermon’s words

Falling hollow from mouths,

Distorted by power, passionless,

Detached, unhinged, obsessed.

Led beyond the wailing

Imploring desperate eyes,

Hands as twisted as my psyche,

Grasping, indign, at flakes of faith.

Shallow chest, no sound no breath

Shroud pulled down from pallid lips,

My words, no meaning,

Crumble as they fall.

Moments crawl across the stone

I stretch a hand to leave,

A twitch, a blink; a rattled gasp,

In that misfortuned pause.

My feet fail as you stir

I have no place to go,

We walk as one, the jinx is broke,

Fate, it seems, is blind.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

 

 

Revolution (excerpt) by tara caribou

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The following is an exerpt of my short story: Revolution, which you can find in the anthology Static Dreams Volume One. Inside you’ll find nine dark and twisted stories written by some amazing authors. I hope you enjoy this little snippet. (oh, and click a link to purchase from me directly (US addresses only) or here (global distribution).

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Mark remembered the day he found himself here. That morning, so many mornings ago, had started normal for a sunny summer day. He was nine or ten, he couldn’t actually remember that part. Since school was out, he woke without an alarm and quietly pulled on a pair of moderately clean shorts and a rumpled t-shirt from his bedroom floor. He tiptoed past mom and dad’s bedroom and made his way outside. There was a creek at the end of their street and he spent most of his waking hours…

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Viaticum 3 – Wooden hands

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Knotted fingers work their skill

Sculpting nature’s giants,

As passion flows through hands

Designed to make things new.

Hematic flow from skin to grain

Rekindles life anew,

This touch like cryptesthesia

Animation from the dead.

And now you try to steal this love

To touch another’s flesh,

To breathe life within a kiss

And raise an amaranthine army.

These hands show dried and lifeless

Now splintered from mis-use,

Cut from weeping saplings

And drowned in blood of men.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

 

 

Static Dreams Volume 1 – Release Date

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Helllooo all you lovely people. I know. I’ve been quieter than normal around here but that’s only because I’ve been working on this:

Ohhh yes, my friend, you see that correctly. Right here in my hands, well, not currently because I type with both hands *ahem* but recently I held it and caressed it just a little because inside these pages comes a great collection of works I am very proud of.

The anthology (in its first volume) contains nine short stories from a group of really awesome writers. I am so humbled to work with these guys. Truly.

Sooo, I’ve set the release date for the 25th of October… yes, you too can gently caress, or hold in your shaky grip, depending on how darkly twisted you really are, Raw Earth Ink’s first anthology. The second one will be out later this year, for those of you counting.

Need…

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Viaticum 2 – Mother Ambition

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Look at me now

Eyes blinded by pride

Stand tall amongst

Your allies

And shield yourself

From truth.

Your creation stands

Before the desperate fall

And voices cry

To feel the words

You could never

Form.

Does the image

Make the man so

Understated I stand

Arms asunder

Face so torn

From pleading.

And did I disappoint

From child to man

I fell

Drowned in expectation

Desire to do

Your will.

 Yet still they cry

Fuelled by your love

Your folly

The time I lost

I cannot set

Them free.

And look at me now

Eyes blinded by tears

Wept solely

For me

The failures of men

Your pride.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

 

 

Viaticum 1 – Mary

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The sacrifice is on the table,

The gift I would lay down,

To dive into your ocean

Be swallowed by your swell.

But deep within your soul,

I feel rejection rise,

Taste the words from your mouth

Of unholy unworthiness.

Am I too pure, too perfect,

If only you knew,

How earth-held pleasures

Rise up within me.

I catch the tear as it slips,

Feel your touch at my feet,

But what words can I find

To unlock the truths?

What words can I find,

To show you the man,

Without the walls of your world

Coming crashing down?

 

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019