The "L" Word

THE “L: WORD

Looking for Love

 

This seems to be an ongoing theme in the lives of the people closest to me.  I honestly have very few positive examples to pull from.  What is everyone looking for; do they really have a chance in the end?  I’m beginning to wonder, it all seems very destructive.  It is a very unique destructive force I will give it that.  I do admire the bitter sweetness of the agony of the heart, beating on when so often it is torn or tightly caged.  Chasing the ever-allusive cupids arrow, so often it seems the tip is poisoned.  Each time a festering wound develops that you just can’t stop picking.  The puss and blood oozes freely coating the body in a sluggish decaying muck.  So what are we all out there looking for?  It seems we are all lonely in our own way.  With so many lonely hearts why has it all played out the way it has?  I’ve partaken in this sick and twisted game myself although sparingly, it seems I don’t play so well with others.  I have good intentions but I’m a bit feral when it all gets to close.  Regret is lingering in the air.

 There are people that get entangled in the nets that are oddly enough floating in the open, unsuspecting of the scarlet surroundings while trying to escape.  Then you have others that swim against the current, they have always been able to conquer the raging waters.  If we’re all out there looking for the same thing and we are all bumping into one another has the situation not been resolved?  In so many ways it is more complicated now that we are in the shallows endlessly bumping and blundering into each other.  We seem so harmless but we all hide sharp piranha teeth, damaged as they may be from past encounters they’re still more than adequate.  A bit of advice lets keep the blood to a minimum. 

It would be great if it weren’t so complicated, there are so many stories to tell, they all seem to be connected in some fashion.  No one can really come out with a clean conscious, we’ve all done our wrongs, some have been able to fess up to such misconduct but some just slink away into the murk.  Staying on the fringe of disconnection, no need to completely dispose of such lusted after, once useful commodities.

There is way to much gray in this picture I am trying to paint it seems hard to distinguish the ever so present lines that divide and connect us.  Take a step back, pull the curtains closed, strip down and take a close look inside.  Are you sure you want to play these games anymore?  To be honest, I’m thinking that escape is impossible but the playmates can change.

Just take a few minutes and mull it over, remember what the faces used to mean and maybe just rethink your next step.  We are all just lonely refusing the hands reaching for us.  This is just what we seem to know.

 

MAYBE THERE IS MORE TO COME?

©BB 

BDS2 Vigilante Entry

            As the shadow stretches its knurled clawed hands across the land Justice is blind, blind to the corruption that causes her streets to be littered with decaying souls that have been scorched and blackened by crime.  Human debris litters the sidewalks, hallowed mouths; lips laced with dime bag treats, byproducts of the rich and untouchable. The stench hangs heavy in the air, the vomit in the gutter from the junkie with the needle in her arm, coagulated blood and semen splattered on the brick face in the alley.  The streets are no longer safe; people lock themselves away behind glass doors with the delusion of keeping the darkness at bay.   The candles’ flicker whisper against the dark, “ give us hope, we did not open the box.” as the soot is heavy in the air and trying to smother the last flames.  The embers of the human spirit can be found underneath the heaviest ash, waiting.  The actions of the morally corrupt stoke the remnants of a societies foundations and the vigilante is ignited.  A flame that grows in intensity as the clouds purge, torrents fall from the sky, let the battle rage.

 

Sanctuary cannot be granted to the evils of men. The silhouetted figure that approaches your ivory tower without the sense to back down and a steady trigger finger will show you the mercy that was granted to the virginal girl you turned into a whore.  Get down on your knees and don’t close your eyes, you will be witness!  The approaching boatmen knows how you will pay, gorged flesh ripened by the agony of those weaker than you.  One by one they fall and each knew what you now know, everyone stands alone to be judged.  The weapon is loaded and your name is etched, this one will carry your blood down into the gutters to be washed away with the filth you infected the innocent with.  All the while as so many scurried and averted their eyes and did not dare speak out, you should have known evil begets evil.  Tarnished souls have little to lose and so much more to gain, ammunition is cheap and this cause is stronger. Darkness, the only place light may shine. “CLICK!” ................. Karma’s a Bitch.

 

 

I am submitting this to the vigilante film give-away contest because for me this is the basic embodiment of vigilante films.  It’s very stylized I know but it’s what came to be so I am going to roll with it, be gentle :P

 

 

 

APoisonTree4The

© BB