Monday, February 14, 2011

I'm curious...

I'm curious, and I'm wondering how money people have actually read blog. I have no followers, which leads me to believe that no one has ever read it.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Powerful Words

Powerful Words


Some emotions and thoughts are just to powerful for words.

                                James Steiner
                                Aug. 18th, 1998

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Monkey in the Mirror

Monkey in the Mirror

Just like chimps in the trees
we bicker back and forth
with senseless words, meaning nothing to us.
Why do we think that what we say
will change anything.

So connected to the world, or so we thought.
We tend to forget the main internal goal
of this surrealistic world we have made  for ourselves.

...come  on, why do we feel that we are so smart,
our voice can spread disease and famine of a
non-educating intelect.

With our eyes sewn shut with the threads of money
you can only see sucess in the silk woven papers of green
and your notes of communcation come out in dollar signs.
If you don’t have that wad of cash in your hand you feel as
worthless as the lint in youir pocket.

Always running two steps behind the world of happenines
you laugh at the less fortuneate,
thinking, you are glad you are rich.
Your conceite runs away your family and friends
you start to lose sight of your goals
and one day you look in in the mirror,
and realize the monkey looking back from the glass, is you.

James Steiner
Nov. 9th 1999

Crimson nectar of life

                                            Crimson nectar of life

The tuff of brunette hair in my hand
Provides resistance against my grasp,
I pull her head back towards the moon
To expose her naked bodice glistening from sweat,

My hands wander down her body,
Across her breasts and satin stomach,
The lower they travel the more nervous she becomes,
Even though her sex has already been violated by
Nature’s eyes it now knows my gaze,

Feeling resistance once again,
This time ignoring her weak attempts for control,
I yank back her head knowing it is now,
When I must sink my teeth into her soft sexy flesh
And feast upon her beauty.

As my giving fangs slid into place I know now
Why I craved this moment so many years ago.
The taste of virgin blood fills my mouth
And I know I have a mate.

On her short decent to the earth
I can hear a small weak whimper
Only until her light is extinguished
By the soft yet harsh soil below,
Although my heart was only half involved
I can feel the beauty of death consume her.

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As the stillness cracks and erodes
By the chaos that follows the first raindrops,
The evil within rises up and consumes her.

Worshipped by my new mistress,
I become to love her newly found darkness.
I feel the life being sucked out of my body
Like the blood from my wrist
As she feeds for the first time,
On the crimson nectar of life.




                                  Jamez Steiner
                                  Feb 20th 1999
                                                 Revised April 1st 2008