Canonize in D Major

Such bitter words that flow like wine, from lips left cold of a man divine. He sits silent and sifts memories, torn on the pages of scrapbooks fossilized in adoration.

Pondering truths, sweet wondrous virtues of the winged ones who never show faces, servants of the Father, the man this man never knew. He once too cried to these seraphs clothed in wicker white to be pedestals, to be tempted in the tempest of which time never tried. Miraculous miracles set melancholy to melodies that never meet their makers in the world of men, and yet maliciously made their way while meandering through meadows of Methodist minuteman.

Blood soaked on the pavement in the back of his mind as those tattered faces of far away places seep into the foreground of the life never known. Sitting amongst the shores, the seas salts sting the surreptitious feelings that slither along his backside. He knows no boundaries set forth by men of a tenth of his stature nor by hijacked hypocrites who too once endured the present company of his hardship. For if they truly held tight to their trumpets of pious philanthropy, then they too would be deafened by their righteous blows.

I know this man; I know his stead, for it’s in his path that I too find the words to describe this visage. No, No, No do not care to caress him with shallow stories of your mother’s demons. No, No, No do not dare to confess to him… the secrets of the truths that lie diseased in your mouths. Be silent your unsaturated views and monolithic queries. For it’s your archaic beasts, held holy, that allow your thoughts to be made slave to the servant. I know too why the world sings his songs and the blessings carefree do float in the wind like bloated leaves. In my sorrow and my house I call for these prayers, sent softly from the lips of. I know too why men of my creed canonize themselves with prognostic ideas long after their flesh decays and their hearts cease beating. I write these words in the hope that the son I will never have, has the fortune of knowing the man his sterile father was to become.

Necropolitica.com has launched!

After a year of procrastination, headaches, creative blocks and sleepless nights, Necropolitica has finally launched!

Within the next few days I will have all the articles, links and final kinks ironed out. I have linked to some of my favorite blogs here on the right side and encourage you to check them out. If you happen to be a blogger or owner of one of these sites, feel free to drop me a few tips for the newcomer to the blogging world. I hope you enjoy all of the work I put into this horrid son of a bitch and join me daily to read the current events and political happenings that affect the progressive, LGBT and intellectual curious community. And, as with all things Necropolitica, no fatties.

Welcome to the start of something great assholes!

This means you Ruth.