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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

How are you feeling about the format?

How do you like Decadent Angels so far? How are you liking the poetry format?

It allows me to turn the phrases a bit more poetically than would be accepted in prose form.

I do find the 1st person view limiting in so far as the other characters are concerned, so naturally I have plans to at some point release additional material focusing on other characters. If enough people ask I will adapt the series into prose form. How many is enough? A lot.

I know that many find poetry off-putting. Horror poetry is not done by many, it’s an often ignored option when one starts a poem. So much so that awhile back I had someone tell me they thought I’d invented the genre. While as flattering as that was, I’m certain that it does pre-date my birth (Edgar Allan Poe anyone?). At least in this life anyhow. Though I did write my 1st horror poem in 1995, two years after I wrote my 1st poem. No clue when it was invented though.

Even more rare is the horror poetry that tells a story in serial form. So maybe I do get to trail blaze after all.
Not only that I find fictional prose difficult to pay attention to online. Naturally, I might feel different if I had an e-reader. I so dearly want to have at least one ongoing story online. Clearly I’m not counting comics, different format entirely. Though I will at my earliest opportunity begin doing illustrations for the series. Also at some point I’d like to do comic books based on the this story poem series.

So what are your thoughts on the format?
What other formats would you like to see it in someday?
Do you find fictional prose difficult to sit still for online?
How do you like e-books in comparison to in print?

I like printed books better myself, for many things, not all but many. I do not enjoy having to boot up a device to dive into a book. I like jumping right in to it, and I find books less cumbersome than devices, easier on my eyes, and easier to see in the daylight. But what do I know I don’t even have an e-reading device…

Saturday, March 27, 2010

10.1 Decadent Angels - Lake Pit 12

Ephemeral strawberry scented vapors churned around me in contented solid caressing motions
Some kind of hard-core goth metal electronica played from an unknown source,
Pulsating through my veins,
I was in a field lit up by moonlight on a burgundy velvet brocade picnic blanket
A glorious feast spread out before me upon golden platters
With golden jewel encrusted goblets and ornate aureate cutlery
Glinting fiercely in the moonlight
Beside me sat Azrael looking decadently resplendent in black and purple velvet
I'd a taste for royalty by now, my own corseted dress of scarlet velvet and crimson satin
We casually licked snow cones,
As Azrael absently stroked the iridescent hide of a massive lizard
I smiled seductively at him,
And a drip of water began thumping on my nose, softly at first then more persistently
I looked heavenward for the source of the water
The sky swirled in increasingly dark and red tones and a hand comprised of flame
Plunged down to pluck me from my little slice of paradise,
As the blazing fingers wrapped around me in a deathgrip I began to scream

Monday, March 22, 2010

Decadent Angels - Part 9: Trojan Kitty

Only the Elohim would consider getting the shit kicked out of you by the Elim a gift
Yeah, Trojan horse maybe,
I slipped into a battle ready stance, my brand new sword held out, trying not to soil myself
Gazing out at the legion of Elim encased in fiery skeletons bearing outrageous weaponry
They were arsenaled to the hilt, I wondered where they acquired such a vast stock of weapons
They moved towards me in methodical expert precision
In my minds eye I saw the Elim for the warrior race they were
Stomping those who would have once competed for their station of god-hood into the ground
Thrashing a bloody path through the early ages
Impressing the Elohim to the point of elevating them to lower level deity-hood
Things moved in slow motion as I knew without a doubt that though I had come far
I was not ready for this, I was no match for even a handful of them
Might as well have "novice" stamped on my forehead
I noted in my peripheral vision
The non-prisoner hell beasts the Lake of Fire was laced with
Scurried out of the way in panicky fervor
I expect several skittered off to nark on us and our unprecedented burst of activity

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Decadent Angels - Part 8: Training Montage

How long after the Elohim left I remained pulsing on the Lake floor, I do not know,
A strange hunger began to form in me,
A sensation that had not been there in so long it felt utterly foreign,
But hunger was the least of my problems just then
I had a mission to give the worlds a spanking
And my newly undead corpse was atrophied worse than that chick from Kill Bill
No simple wiggle your toe crap would be effective here
Even despite that, power swelled up in me searching for an outlet,
Funny how someone can feel such heady massive power
And yet so desperately weak simultaneously
I vowed to myself to never forget this freakishly humbling feeling
To never take my newfound power and purpose for granted

The power pulsating through my body, and the sounds of the dead and fire all around me

Friday, March 12, 2010

Decadent Angels - Part 7 : Enter the Elohim

The light that accompanied them, so familiar, lends to a theory that genuine angels had just
Miserably failed to rescue me from this eternally consuming liquid flame cell
A flicker of rage at their insulting tones and insinuations flared
And surged powerfully at their disgustingly accurate assessment of
Who I had been, a weak imitation of someone worth saving,
But I have become a brand new girl,
Countless decades spent melting amidst the damned in this infamous Lake of Fire
Affected unforeseen wild changes in me;
My body, transfiguring, adapting, solidifying; and I became fire proof
That once searing delirious pain - gone without trace
My rage, once fierce and shimmering off of me in echoing waves,
Dulled down to little more than a dull ache,
My persona vastly rewritten, in the wake of regret,

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Decadent Angels - Part 6: With My Head on Fire

My wild flight through the air, into the lake went by as if in slow motion
The sulfurous air and stench of burning flesh filling my nostrils, the heat hitting me in waves
Flames curling up my arm, searing my flesh, as I whizzed out towards the center of the lake
The screaming of the damned, a deafening, sickening roar
My insides roiling, nausea rising, bile rushing up the back of my throat
I put on a projectile vomit spectacle that I sincerely hoped the decadent angels had not seen
I wanted me flipping the bird to be the image that stuck with them,
Not the aftermath of too much sulphur, BBQ human scent, heat and flight

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Decadent Angels - Part 5: Into the Lake

I watched the painfully sensual prince of darkness saunter through his gilded gateway
His casual last words slowly burning their way across my mind
Winding through the dark primal urges he had stirred within me
Lake of Fire ... my mind shifted swiftly into stark focus
I glanced around at the other six freshly slain victims:
The small boy,
Eyes wide in innocent, ignorant terror
The lovely redheaded girl,
On the verge of outright panic, her eyes rolling around like a mad cow
A plump little old lady in her nightgown,
Her spirit already broken, her eyes vacant
A shifty businessman fresh from the bars,
Brimming with mixed anger and fear, nostrils flared
A thin young woman,
Wringing her hands, crying, chewing her lower lip and expelling the occasional yelp
And a rebellious black metal fanatic,
Dazed and uncomfortable, as though his fantasies of the darkside
Had left him unprepared for this blazing gritty reality