no more....

no more....

....brought into this world with death at the side

seeing all that walk it through dead mans eyes

the good gets punished deed for deed suffer the happy

the bad gets rewards deed for deed living for the greed

seeing a bird attack a child protecting her eggs from the

rocks in his hand murdered is she now for her instinct

such justice is served apon the undeserved

a man sees the voice of children that are not

his own and his heart cries silent tears for his missing

line stolen from his world for child must remain with mother

words written in jest and fun and love from one soul to

another pain and torture to he that reads them

for his path is allowed none such as this

no time to live eternal to the dark no time

for life such is only for the fire

sin apon sin desire of the flesh such is the gift

born apon death such is the path for with

death there is no life until there is no life then

there shall be no death and through it

you still dare judge me....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted 09/25/12

prayer of surrender....

prayer of surrender....

here it is yours you can have this that is useless and dead to me

do with it what you will as others have done use it up

and toss it to trash or burn it as if it were vile to you

take it or tear it from me either way as your will sees

fit to choose for it is useless and dead to me

it does not keep me warm or bring joy and light

it is always cold so cold frozen through eternal night

i hear no songs or music with tantric rhythems of feeling

take it i care for it no more

take it this heart that encages and enrages and smothers

for joy of pain

take it this heart that beats only the sound of the dead....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/20/12

such is born....

such is born....

….the child born in death made in sin a dying mother child of rape a father twisted and wicked to the core leaving a blood path of rape and death from one coast to the next to all four corners this path of destruction roamed this child unknown to all but the midwife and the stranger called father in death from the womb of a dying mother this child was pulled and marked through blood and ink the totems were placed and runes of power and strength from neck to waist his training is already begun unknown to him and secreted from the world the hunter has come the hunter is born and a new balance has begun in time slow as the years that pass poor son known only to solitude and father for training is secret secluded in land of wood and veils of misery….

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/10/12

with none....

with none....
·

watching the sun rise

with none beside

is a living lonely thing

one heart beat echoes alone

there is no reply with none beside

one spirit half of none is cold in the dark

with none beside

the passion for life is pitted and dulled

with none beside

reaching out for comfort nothing is there

with none beside

so what is the point

so what is left

with none beside

for that is all

the living death

with none beside....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/05/12

this mind....

this mind....

....the pit is deep dark and cold there is no warmth no light no hope

step over the edge or be pushed doesn't matter

those that dwell here suffer eternal woe

confining and constraining the demons poke and prod

cutting light cutting deep laughing loud and high

the blood flows steaming in the air cursed are they

tormented and tortured screams with no voices

ripping apart the souls and the demons laugh

dancing in the pain dancing in the agony

sharp claws and teeth long slashing and gnashing

the punishments fit the crime the death fits the life

yes this pit is exists

yes these demons live

yes this mind is warped and twisted

yes it wants to go there....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 09/03/12

Musing 11

‎....we are just zombies roaming the new ruined world aimlessly and blindly the reaping shall be great and harvest shall be bitter....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 08/29/12

Musing 10

‎....the life you own is no longer yours controlled by other forces seen and unseen the life you own that suffers the soul death does not seem a fear but a release and a blessing let the lights go dark and the spirit breath easy....

Written by Greg Rogers
Posted 08/27/12

Musing 9

‎....the life you own is no longer yours controlled by other forces seen and unseen the life you own that suffers the soul death does not seem a fear but a release and a blessing let the lights go dark and the spirit breath easy....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 08/27/12

thrust....

thrust....
June 18, 2011 at 6:06 pm 
come to me and sacrifice your flesh as a gift of carnal intimacy feeling you inside feeling the heat rise with each thrust apon thrust apon thrust feeling your body all over over with lusting hands and lusting touches of the most private of ways within the most private of places offer yourself unto me as a promise and vow of climatic rituals held only within the cover of dark for night is when i rise and need to feed on that which only your giving flesh can provide thrust apon thrust apon thrust erasing time devouring memory destroying life that is all around there is nothing in existence but the animalistic frenzy of us the sweating and moaning and screaming of orgasmic explosions as your body becomes entwined with mine as your soul becomes entangled in my world of night visitations for carnalistic feeding that the body craves as well as the soul as well the mind as well as with each thrust you become more mine more unto me as i become more into you thrust apon thrust apon thrust apon thrust and exploding blackness fills the voids of worlds colliding and shattering destroying the sun destroying the will thrust apon thrust apon thrust until the beast is satiated with your sacrifice until the marks are made so those that see you know that your flesh is mine and mine alone as well as your soul and my hunger is eternal thrust apon thrust apon thrust apon thrust....

Written By Greg Rogers

rising of the fall....

rising of the fall....

....in the rising it is only the fallen that fail for the crossing will damn us all

false hopes false promises righted wrongs that never were

create the hell that walks this path blindly and willingly as sheep are led

believing the falseness that is spoke as truth

unwillingly to see the true path that is written for them to tred

unwanting to feel the true lust that is given them

a wrong life a false life a living lie that wanders where it is told

damnation shall reign anarchy supreme you failed to live

you exist to lie you roam this path this doom to die

you are the fallen the failing race you are the reason

humanity is in disgrace waging your wars for greed and green

raping your children from their mothers womb you are the fallen

the failing bane you are the one i know your name

darkness is calling loud and hard screaming the vengeance of

bloodied heros that should not have been dying for the lie

made by the past the living are dead husks of what once was

no more living the lie see the truth and follow your own road

for in the end we all shall die else there is no point when

you are living the lie....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted 08/25/12

Musing 8

has the sun blackened and the sky burned or have the puppets finally woke to rebel against their masters slashing the strings and slicing the stage rampaging and raging against the vein.... ;)

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted 08/24/12

the veil....

the veil....

remove the veil it is time to see

look apon this face empty eyes no soul is there

feel these hands cold and lifeless as the heart

that pumps no blood these veins are hollow

remove this veil it is no longer need

replace it with a shroud for that is only proper

darkness and peace sweet sweet peace

there is nothing there, there is just no more

and it has duly come payment in full....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 08/24/12

blow....

blow....

....blow wind blow hard and strong impregnate the clouds envenom the storm bring the rain violent thunder raging lightning tear assunder the sun pommel the ground unhallowed shall it be forever this fated day show the pain and anger of this tortured soul bring the rain bring the rain for there can be no peace no more no more....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 08/16/12

musing 7

‎....to satiate the lustful mind the hungered flesh must feed on flesh to union with another in passion and fire consumating the feast of bodily desire....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 08/07/12

pathology of destruction....

pathology of destruction....

with darkness and through pain growth begins again bloodying the footprints of roads travelled a hurricane of beyond

using the energy of lifeforce drained writing the runes of the past and reading the writings of the future the present can be gained

sacrificing this to gain that is not the way nor the path any sacrifice just satiates the darkness and fueling the need to feed that hunger that is within us all that most deny and refuse to accept

the need must feed but on innocence not unless the black withered rose you wish to grow the choice is simple this way on the road this path of blood and sorrow

the choice is simple

this choice is always there

that choice we do not see

nor that choice we cannot share

this choice is simple

dare you....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 08/04/12

trinity....

trinity....

on the edge looking down to see what is not seen

there is a sound

wandering this edge feeling it's razor cutting deep

cutting hard

laughing at the pleasure of awakening pain

is that crying

what happened to the old the wrinkled youth

of no more

cut deep cut sharp cut hard from the day

this youth that is ancient

search that part that was there but hidden

find the one

form the three the magic circle of trinity

let this be

let this be

the insanity that is thee or is this me

this three

paw print to paw print to paw print

claws bloody from the fight

the hunter the strength and the demon joker

no longer apart

freedom insanity not self contained

is that laughter

from many to one to many again a legion by right

but one entity

three powers of magic three parts of one

maniacal sense of trinity

maniacal sense of what is now me

let this be

as it is said

let this be

these three that is me

call me....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 08/02/12

the unspoken word

the written word is strong enough to create encouragement
the spoken word is strong enough to cause pain
the whispered word is strong enough to create passion
but they have no strength against the power of 
the unspoken word....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 07/26/12

how should i....

how should i....

how should i covet you this day how shall i express the lust within and satisfy the hunger that never leaves

shall i cover your body with gentle kisses so soft and sensual as a butterfly's wing working from your ankles slowly and teasingly up along your legs to hover painfully in and apon your thighs and move even more upwards past your satin to your stomach and your breasts so divine teasing along the way gentle flicks of my tongue to touch your neck and cover it too with nibbles for measure of your continued pleasure

how should i covet you this day how shall i express the lust within and satisfy the hunger that never leaves

shall wrap your hair in my fist and turn you round to bend you over taking you from behind barely giving you time to breathe roughly like an animal a beast of passion grunting and sweating and squeezing your breasts and hip so hard as to bruise raking your back with my nails fast and furious with moans of painful pleasure hearing you scream your joy hearing you moan my name lusting you more as you call to your god in your orgasm falling panting sweating shaking from the ritual of lust

how should i covet you this day....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 07/23/12

quicky

quicky....

....and let the fires of passion burn hot and strong only to be quenched by a womans lust touching and tasting and biting and scratching hotter and hotter and hotter 'til explosions resound within our moans of orgasm and ecstacy....


Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 07/26/12

musing 6

‎....so is it the bodies need to feed that creates the lust and calls it love or the instinct to procreate that does this deed with all the reasons and excuses is love real or just a made up word disguised to fit the situation at that point in time....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 07/25/12

musing 5

‎....and it is death whom i hold dear and close to my heart for in death all things are absolute for with death it will never fail me in end....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 07/24/12

demons rage....

demons rage....

....the clouds come in on the wind as demon riders through my soul singing their war song raging at the sun waving their banners thirsting for blood chills throughout the words stir me from within psycho revolution the battle rages inside and the sun hides in fear for the demons have shown strength and hunger for the spirit for the soul and in this state of ungrace i ravage you your body for that salvation within your legs that alter of sacrifice shall i feast and gorge and fullfill the demons lust for flesh and for flesh pulling your hair and biting your neck cut me deep with your nails for the pain is the pleasure too bleed for my as i bleed for you my meal my prey for the demon riders tide grows and swells tormented and teased and blind in their bloodfury as we as i taste you within and without taste you and feed apon you satisfy me please these demons send them away satisfied and satiated from your sex from your soul bow to me and surrender yourself for this ravage is not over merely gluttoned this day....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 07/22/12

tainted....

tainted....

....where were the saints to bless the fornication of my creation dancing and singing the joy of my birth, nay there were no saints only demons to spoil and tarnish a brightness into a stain to create a life madness and insanity born in pain left helpless and unlearned into this world of madness no there is no music nor divine only hollow voices inside a maddened mind....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 07/21/12

the conversation....

caleb you mentioned death and i wrote this one a while back though it don't have the words for game but still gonna post it ;)

the conversation....

"the day is good, sun is warm and wind is just a gentle breeze, i see the clouds clear and distinct and even the birds are cheered"

'yes it is, and the coffee is good too'


"yes nice and strong with a good body to it"


'agreed'


"and yet death will come to several this day despite the magic it seems to hold"


'ahhh and you still think on this topic'


"i dream of it nightly, wishing for it as i fall asleep, hell praying for the visit, the vision of that which is my mortality"


'why'


"why not, while awake you dream of life and you live, and in sleep you are as near death as you can ever be without stepping on the path"


'and your point'


"in life there is death as there is pain with happiness, you can never have one without the other, all religions preach this, all writings tell the same tale, is just how it is. awake you live asleep you die you smile you cry all has a balance"


'not all, with sex there is only pleasure'


"no, even with sex there is some sort of pain whether physical or emotional or even spiritual. there is always a loss and a gain even with sex"


'you think too much on things'


"yar but that is me"


'so you believe all things are balanced'


"no and yes"


'now your confusing'


"two times there is never a true balance, birth and death. your born and that is all there is you emerge from the womb and you breath and you know nothing but that breath so wanderful and magical it is ingrained within you for life, and in death you know nothing else but that loss of breath, the leaving of the last one you will ever take. no thoughts in either except that first breath and then that very last breath. so there is no balance there but in the end they both balance each other because you still cannot live without dying in the long run"


'your morbid'


"agreed but your right the coffee is good and here i sit with you on a beautiful magical day celebrating the day in my own way and in my own ritual and i am content at this moment and yet in the back of my mind i still wish for death"


'drink your coffee'


the conversations one can have with oneself within their mind is utterly....

Written By Greg Rogers 
Posted on 07/19/12

The cycle

The cycle.... 

....Lusting sweating grunting moaning screaming pleasing tasting teasing temptrer and temptress along the the legs between the thighs miles apon miles of animalistic highs faster as fast and farther than far the eruption begins orgasm released feeling panting touching sharing begin again this wolf moons cycle....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 07/17/12

set it free

set it free....

....within the depths of this flame i see what is hidden within your soul a passion waiting and untamed wanting to be released from your cage, a lust greedy and growing with desire begging freedom to burn you hotter and hotter and if you would allow my flesh upon yours, we could begin the feast of all flames, your flesh against mine, my flesh within you, and the candle lit with the flame, a symbol of burning desire....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 07/15/12

mirror mirror....

mirror mirror....

....and i see into your eyes the demon behind the face waiting and hiding merely appearing when mischief is needed, you don't need happiness, your not allowed to smile, your heart will not know love only pain, the demon chooses your life for you are no longer in control, the face behind the face hidden within the eyes is ugly and horrid and taunting you as you merely exist for his whims and amusement, you are a puppet, and in this mirror....i see no lies....

Written By Greg Rogers 
Posted on 07/15/12

sinful prayer....

sinful prayer....

....and it is within your flesh that i find solice and release for my soul the soft silky heat of your womanhood the alter that i pray apon tasting you and teasing you lick apon lick this alter that is sweet honey to my tongue the passionate soul rising filling with desire to finally enter you pumping and thumping a rhythmic heartbeat of iron shafted hard and strong, sweating and moaning from the worship the spell casting of love and lust and the mix of the fires your burning cauldron of my song and my staff of flaming light burning and building to flood the vase of your sex filling you with all the immortal seed my throbbing flesh can create faster and faster and harder and harder the painful pleasure bringing about the release of desire and fire and heart and home....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 07/12/12

beginnings....

beginnings....

....with the wolf she lays down a new goddess to the realm

protected in his circle and warmed by his fire

through trinity he claims his bride a lover virgin to his wild

and with trust and love she sleeps deeply near deathlike

for the wolf protects his mate

for the wolf is more than what is seen and

only she knows the true nature of this beast

only she has had the courage to look deeply within the

spirit knowing the three that is the one

her dreams are filled with wind and sun and rain and the maiden moon

her dreams are the wolf's dreams what he sees what he is

she feels him closely his heartbeat his energy she sees his dreams

she sees his demons and despite all that brings fear

the same brings love and the same brings trust

with no regrets she has taken the wolf and he his mate

and with the approval of the moon now they sleep

resting peacefully and dreaming dreams of being

in love she lays coupled with the beast

for she knows the truth....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 07/12/12

musing 4

‎....and it was through the clouds and the storm that the truth was known and the pain was felt blowing and flowing hard as the wind beat the world with thunder belching the war cry of the soul raging hard and hot raging loud and long and it all began with a single cloud....


Written By Greg Rogers 
Posted on 07/02/12

musing 3

‎....let the blade slice swift and clean for no more pain is wanted, open the vein and let the flood flow release this soul, set apon a new journey a new path, lets begin this new beginning....

Written By Greg Rogers 
Posted 07/10/12

Infinite is this....

infinite is this....

....how much deeper can this hole become, how much colder can this heart become, how much emptier can this soul feel, infinite is that which cannot be filled, infinite is that which cannot be warmed, infinite is that which runs forever deep, infinite is this hell created from the departed, infinite is the distance that can never be shortened, forever this pain, forever this bane, forever this lost pathetic life of an excuse for being human, no tears shall fall, nay not for this creature, not for this night or the thousands that pass into the future....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 07/08/12

musing 2

‎....there is no waking unto this dreamed reality of what is known as life only a sleep that is mere existence for here in this world there is none that lives for here in this world there is only shadow....

Written By Greg Rogers 
Posted on 07/08/12

missing the rhyme

missing the rhyme....

the halls that echoed the laughter now fills with tears

the lost little ones the heartbeats of life are reasons no more

stolen the hearts the reason for being the moment of time gone irreplaceable joy

echos that ring throughout and within echos of memory in time grown thin

where the was happiness small feet all around

now is silence and chill winds that howl

no more life no more light

embracing the darkness erasing the fright

fear and lonesome and mourning desire

nothing is real anymore nothing of breath

for the beating heart that rhythem and rhyme

the beating heart of happy daddy devine

is still and beats no more for the halls that

echoed the laughter of little voices of mine

now ring with tears of misery and madness of mind

tick tick tick the clock does mock and points

accusations of fault and damnation

tick tick tick time goes by

and through time immortal hell screams the chimes

tick tick tick soon this shall end....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted 07/07/12

torn being....

torn being....

in the waking of the mind the soul still slumbers sleeping sorrowfully and painfully dreaming of only togetherness instead of this lonely slumber....

dreaming of the days of two into one the warmth and heat of the passionate lovemaking shared when the two pulses the rhythem of life merged and beat as one creating the dance of life....

the sorrowful soul slumbers dreaming in fitful waking spurts of what was and what can still be when the call is made and the call is returned....

the waking mind fights within itself thinking of the past and worrying on the future forgetting that today is still today and will always be today and forgetting that within so much thought and worry today can become lost and so that which is easily seen by others is not seen by the waking mind....

pitiful soul and pitiful mind one being that is half of whole missing the part that creates the meaning of what it is to live and to laugh and to be truly happy....

insanity invades the rest of that mournful sight controlling and filling the emptiness with visions of non-delights insansity is the welcomed demon of release and relief within and without....

insanity challenges the other half to call and awaken the soul and settle the mind daring the other half to make whole the torn being....

let it be death to come quickly night to reign or life to come quickly light to reign one or the other is welcomed and wanted and needed for this imprisonment of mortal reality is not worth lifesbreath of pain and emptiness....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted 07/05/12

musing 1

‎....In the painful reflection of living this day the past is hell and the present is play while the future lies in the path of my feet wherever those steps lead that I take....

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 07/05/12

Stormfall

Stormfall

‎....and it was through the clouds and the storm that the truth was known and the pain was felt blowing and flowing hard as the wind beat the world with thunder belching the war cry of the soul raging hard and hot raging loud and long and it all began with a single cloud....

Written By Greg Rogers Posted 07/02/12