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Travelog

I adventure through jungles

And tropical lands

I travel deserts over vast area of nothing but sand

I sail the oceans on the jet stream

I work on trawlers fishing in the extreme

I hide from spies and enemies

I sit on mountain tops meditating

I woo and seduce the most beautiful girls

I go to places of extreme beauty

I sail the universe on a cosmic yacht

Ride asteroids and jump from rock to rock

Around Saturn’s Ring and visiting its moons

But before to long I come and it always feels too soon

But I know I will be adventuring again soon

Discovering the secrets so long hidden

Finding Atlantis and Camelot’s residing

I discover alien life in far off worlds

This is my life and it’s lived on the edge

And you may ask how is I am not dead

I say that in books which is where I’ve been

The hero and adventurer does not die in these stories

Every book you see, I live it real and breathe

And in return I get to escape from reality

Get to enjoy a little fantasy

Come join me we can live the dream

Spend hot nights doing nothing more than seducing

Beautiful people

And shining our light and liberating

This is the world in of books in which I live.

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Philanthropic me

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Call me philanthropic

Call me anything you like

It’s not a state of ego being

It’s just about what’s right

Of course I care for myself

But I put others first

Who I see are struggling

Those I see who are hurt

It’s an act of selfless contrition

For being blessed to be

In a safe and decent society

And though I don’t have very much money

I open my mind and eyes to see

The terrible atrocities and wars

Where others live and die fearfully

In my mind I see those dying of starvation

And people who are in need

And those who suffer immense oppression

Are worse off than me

So how can I complain

I just must up my kindness and compassion

And act philanthropically each day

I look one day to define those who make others live this way

To highlight their shameful games

I hp those in misery while they relax in luxury

How can this be right?

But philanthropic people focus on the love and light

And concern themselves with what is right

And let those who hate, kill and lie

To justify this in their own minds

And live with those consequences all the while they breathe.

Rack and ruin

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I hear a whistle of the wind

Along the abandoned corridors

Of this old deserted building

With is tired and tattered walls and floors

And furniture is discarded and scatter around

I the eerie creaking as well as other sounds

And this building is in deep lament about it’s fall from grace

And you can feel the spirit energy

All around this place

And the memories of the grandeur this place had when it was new

Has now turned to rust a dust and various dirty hues

And this building you can feel it

Is breathing its last breath

And their is no sadder site than a once vibrant building

On it’s very last legs

And no matter how painful it is

No one chose to beg

To save this run down building

Though it’s architecturally blessed

It’s been left neglected to go to rack and ruin

Who h is why it’s on this mess

But as I scoured within it’s walls

I also sensed the smell of death

And read a plaque that told me the only way out of here is via death

An institution for the criminally insane

Who were warped and compassionately totally bereft

So I made my mind up there and then to leave this place of torment

But as I tried the doors were locked

And despite all my shouting and crying

For someone to come and rescue me

This wasn’t going to happen

My phone went dead and suddenly things began to happen

Whispers of insane voices and shadows

Started to surround and envelop me

And soon I realised I was to share these spirits

And this run down buildings painful misery

And disappeared into the realms of deathly invisibility.

Diabolic realms

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Diabolo diabolic

From the depths

Of the demonic,

A place of beasts

And twisted minds,

From the brimstone

And the fire pits,

The smell of sulphur

And of death and decay,

Is not the sort of playground

In which you would wish to play,

For this a realm malevolent

With a reek of sadistic irreverence,

That brews up hate, fear and shame

In Satan’s name,

These souls entered hell gates,

To suffer centuries where they subjugate,

For their loss of their faith,

In the darkness of hades

And all that it is,

Flowing with evil corruption of the river styx,

This is no place for anyone lime you or me,

Who has night terror and screams

This is the worst ever midnight that you’ll ever see

And cannot be mistaken for dream.

The lurkers and beserkers

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There are lurkers

And beserkers

In the realms

Between our lives

They live unrelenting horrors

In the torment of their mind

Slipping water from the river Styx

Deep down in Hades lair

And a pulsating terror

Resonates from there

A malevolent force of evil

Waiting to reign over us

These lurkers and beserkers

Try to gain our trust

But these defiled beings

Simply crave the lust for blood

And commit heinous crimes

Because they know ow nothing about love

And something in the shadows

Gives you a sudden chill

The next you see is veracious teeth

As you see them baring down

And realise your the prey they’ve chosen to kill.

The wretched

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Wretched are those

Who live with evil

Deep within their minds

They claw, they scratch

They bite with pointed teeth

They grasp and gnaw

They spit vitriol

And lurk in the darkest shadows

They hide their contorted

Demonic twisted faces

They emanate from

The darkest places

Of evil and wickedness

They creep they crawl

The demons within them all

Lurking with evil intent

Keep the light burning

And keep them at bay

Or you’ll end up in their denizens.

Walking dead

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In my head

There are images of death

They are like zombies

Just like the walking dead

And they’re suffering

For they’ve nothing left

In my head

They’re all dead

Like zombies

Walking dead

They seem bereft

Of meaning

And of all belief

In their grief

They crumble

Until They’re

On they’re knees

In my head

They’re all dead

Like zombies

Walking dead

They’ve lost their souls

Given them away

Without reason

And without shame

In my head

They’re all dead

Like zombies

Walking dead

They’ve got nothing left

They’re hollow

Dark dweller

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Something dark dwells in the woods

It’s primordial in truth

Seething, breathing, crawling

Through the undergrowth

Sworn to the darkness

Through a paranormal oath.

It makes your hair stand on your neck

Wondering what will happen next

It is craven and insatiable

With a hunger for the flesh

It moves in shadows defying eldritch power

It is a menace making creations creatures cower

It dwells and breathes pure evil

But we can keep it at bay

Through being spiritual

As long as we can shine a light

We can keep it at bay throughout each and every night

Kept in silence best kept out of holy sight

Pitting ourselves against the dark forces and its might

Keep the beast away with our divine right.

Demon night

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Breathe in, breathe out

This is a night of demons

This night they are out,

Racing up from the basement

Racing around the house,

Searching for a pure soul

That they can latch onto,

Screaming like a banshee

They’re coming after you,

Seeking to possess

To cause malice no more no less,

Or rent you limb from limb

Leaving nothing but an unholy bloody mess,

Breathe in, breathe out

The demons want your soul to possess

Breathe in, breathe out,

They’re after you no less.

Abducted

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Here she was she thought, got distracted by a fine talking charmer without realising what was afoot, by the time she realised though, the trap was set and she was snared. She missed the young woman in the black leather suit, with short cropped white hair manoeuvre behind her. Of course she was a merc it was obvious looking back now. Just a simple needle in her neck and all she remembered was the arms of this woman around her holding her up until the charmer, a tall good looking guy with blonde hair and deep blue eyes dressed in dark blue leather trousers and jacket with a black top underneath helped her carry her to their ship.

She could not gauge the size of the space ship but in these times 2144 she knew it would be small. Times were hard and merc’s were scraping a living.

Just then the woman appeared, the one with cropped blonde hair who injected her. ‘how you feeling? She asked, her concern she thought must be feigned. ‘ Does it matter? It’s not like you care, you knocked me out and abducted me. I guess to either sell to someone in a different sector or to make me a slave on your ship. ‘ the other woman smiled. ‘Smart, I knew it, sexy with it too.’ she was referring to the fact that she was wearing a tight all in one suit like her, in beige, she had long dark hair, tanned skin and green eyes. She was like the other woman shapely. ‘What does sexy have to do with it. Yes I am smart but not smart enough, which why I am in a hold in your ship, locked up.’ the other woman clocked her head smiling, ‘name?’ it was kindly still but sharp demanding an answer, ‘Keira’ , she retorted, ‘ I am Hex’ , the other woman replied, ‘you’re mine now Keira, my little space pet, to do as I will with and I will be doing stuff to you.’ Keira was taken aback, ‘don’t you think that’s for your Captain to decide?’ Hex smiled, he ain’t no Captain just a pretty boy, like a mermaid, luring young women into the trap.’ Keira asked who is captain, ‘ why it is me, Captain Hex, are you scared?’ she said, opening the door to the hold, stepping inside and shutting it. ‘Should I be?’ Keira’ s voice shook as she spoke seeing the mix of menace and lustre in her eyes, Hex unzipped her suit showing her porcelain white skin and firm ample cleavage, ‘no my lovely, no reason to fear’, she then reached behind her back pulling out a large commando knife, ‘as long as you satisfy my varied needs you will be fine. You will always be fine if you do that,’ Keira was shaking now, ‘and if I don’t?’ Hex kissed Keira on the lips while using the knife to lower Keira’s suit zip, ‘you are now my pleasure pet, nothing more. Keep my pleasured your time on this ship will be bearable, fail to pleasure me and we will eat you. We have no need for more crew or passengers and money and food is getting good harder to come by. We have quite a taste for supple flesh like yours now.’ Keira knew she was telling the truth. She knew she was going to have to become the best pleasure pet in the universe or end up as dinner. Her life was going to be very different from now on.