nefarious jade
Publisher: versescriptures
Published: 2013
Format: paperback
Number of pages: 9
Table of contents: title: Chapter 1 _________abaddon; title: Death; title: Sometimes I wish I feared him.; title: It’s ironic; title: I am one, one in thousands wishing to live.; title: And yet; title: I fear nothing near the notion of failure.; title: ____the circle of what once was, many colours, friendly with the sun, a mutually beneficial relationship, of nature and man, freedom, peace, never was.; title: It is instead a vision in the past, a memory, a ‘could have been if we would have been’, then it was ignorance, and now, regret.; title: This circle, it never existed.; title: Right there at the center of it all was us, man.; title: In a different circle, a dark, constipated, busy, world.; title: Everything revolved around us, the stars in the alluring sky, the moon promised to many women, the order of the universe, everything.; title: Remember that Copernicus was set to fire, alive, at the stake when reason revealed to him, the center must be heaviest.; title: Chapter 2____________succubus; title: My father was long dead, and I had grown.; title: It in such a situation is culture to give all credit to my mother for raising me, something which she did just fine.; title: The dreams were constant and persistent, and at the time scary.; title: On one side there was the traditional or rather normal aspect of my life, which was and is credited to my mother. In those terms, indeed she raised me well, better than my stealthy, diabolical side deserved.; title: I grew up well fed, well clothed, educated, learned.; title: And for those blessings, my loyalty to my mother is strong even, in her grave.; title: I am, not was,; title: A confused child.; title: I am, impervious; title: To ignorance.; title: As I was becoming,; title: To be.; title: Then I never saw myself as different, only as normal.; title: I to this day have not the slightest idea of what my mother’s sincere, rational, un-programmed perception of her son was.; title: All that I do know is, she could never face the demon.; title: The word weird has bathed all attempts at describing me throughout all my short years before this hell we are in, so much that I have no choice but to accept it as my last name.; title: Believe me, it is no coincidence my name is Joachim Raro, raro is Spanish for strange.; title: All the people in my past, the only people I can make any real reference to, never let me fit in. I cannot say the same for you fellows, it would be unfair as unlike ‘the gone’; you have given me this chance to speak.; title: I loved it then, I loved feeling different in their opinion, thinking I was cheating them, believing that I was not different.; title: But then all along I was cheating myself.; title: I was playing weird, not knowing that I was driving my sub conscious and ultimately my conscious into a world that I still believe is real, and oh yes sir it is.; title: Playing weird, became plain weird, this was me changing, growing, and this was me beginning to hate more, to love more, to feel less, and the mother of all; to think more.; title: I began to detest compliments, weird being one of them. Words work like the big bang in my head, they just explode, and keep expanding, seeking equilibrium, and to my education, there is no such equilibrium in receiving a reward for being what I am. It just does not rest easily with me.; title: At the point that this new awareness had been garnered, the dreams were long gone.; title: And now, after having fought through the obstacles of human interest, ignorance and other traits that I am passing on unfairly, I had to figure out what they meant.; title: From failure you learn; title: From learning you understand; title: From understanding; title: You seek not the things of the earth; title: Tempting as they are; title: They are; title: Not; title: All that there is.; title: Chapter 3_______________nybbas; title: The last moon was near, and time was wasted.; title: The demon promised to spare them all if they saw the light; funnily, the demon’s priorities were never to save us. He simply acted out of self-preservation.; title: Preserve the host; title: Preserve yourself; title: Lose the host; title: Lose yourself; title: And even if ever, some part of his wicked soul were as much as willing to save humanity, he had no such power.; title: Cast out from heaven ages before man, down to the fire realm from where they schemed and plotted to sabotage God’s plan, whatever reason he decided to join Satan for, had now been forgotten.; title: He told me before he vanished, heaven was a blessing.; title: Like me, he had to let it go because he was curious.; title: He rebelled against heaven, I rebelled against the earth.; title: Was I born possessed? Or does God willingly create curious minds to see what they find?; title: This demon; title: Was lost, alone, ambitious; title: I was lost, alone, ambitious; title: This demon; title: Was an opportunist; title: And I was the opportunity; title: The day came when now he had to act, the day that he would attain either nothing, or everything.; title: With the moon in his hands, power over the tides, and such a subliminal voice, he acted.; title: And as every action has consequences, we get to make the decision; title: As to who acts, is it us?; title: Or the demons within. The end