adventuresof2004's blog: "My Writings"

"Gams" Some are long and lean While others are short and slender Some are large and lovely While others are thick and juicy Some are smooth and svelte While others are blemished and bumpy Some are shaven and slick While others are hairy and au natural Some are toned and muscular While others are chunky and chubby Some are veiny and varicose While others are healthy and shapely With the end result of two feet And ten toes Men, we lov' em all! © By: Brian Dooley Thursday, December 12, 2002

“The Virtue of My Benevolence” It’s a vision of romance that even with a first glance no one could call unmatchable. I could chase my memories with little grace and share me with you so easily No just tell you what my heart has to share. I could case your image in the sun and follow your shadow across the desert, as a Genie would give a wish too In the desert I find one simple Dandelion staring at me. A vision of beauty to share with one true woman in my life. No memories yet with grace a kiss to share on the petals of the beauty thee have prepared for me to adore So easy did the walls in your heart you have designed to hold the love you thought would destroy you. But to me you let them fall as a Volcano with rolling stones all in full blossom your love explodes like a spring flower first seen in full bloom These are not just my words but these are the feelings of my heart and soul to share with one that I plan to share the gift of love I have to give too So why doth I stand in the still ness all alone in mine own shadow still with no one to share all I have to offer and give coming up empty handed and heart full and over flowing with affection and romance The one-ness is so devastating to me a love no more crosses my mind but the wish never ends to share, to end the sorrow I so carry with me… There is nothing I can do any longer in this life but to shed my tears, and await in the shadows of time. For life hath given me a romance in my heart, so grand to share. Yet without a significant other do I have to experiences this with. Until my time to shine in the glory of the golden light of love has returned. My sand runneth in the hourglass, moment by moment. In faded bliss I await my turn for cupid to shoot his Arrow my way. © By Brian Dooley August 21, 2001

"The Sky Over The Apocalypse" The fires of my immortal pain Let the wickedness seep out of my skin Whatever your wants and desires may be Burn my soul, oh so deep and dark Because I know the wicked will come again Stare at the red sky that appears like blood All night I stand and wonder in utter dismay What was it that was not done so right? What did I do to deserve all this? You locked away behind those gates of that world Its your wonderful wonderland Welcome to my hell Its your wonderful wonderland This is your hell too © By: Brian Dooley Sunday, December 15, 2002

"Debauchery of A Fair Maiden" Into the shadows of the dark and dead abyss. An equestrian travel for the search. A bone handled sword with my shield and sling. Thwarted forth in search of a monstrous thing. A ladies honor lay at stake and in grave risk. Following an attack on her maiden virtues. Impregnated during this violation of terror. A human incubator for the next generation of this species. And so the journey must be made to seek out this species. To put an end of this sort of intense violations. To wipe out and destroy all known creatures of this breed. By beheading them and burning to ashes. Making my way through the no mans land. Happening upon a cave I notice a flickering light of a fire. My sword in one hand and my shield readied in the other. Prepared for whatever enemy I am faced with. Moving slowly with extreme caution into the cave. I see these strange looking creatures dancing around a fire Man sized with a tail like an alligator and a face like that of a gargoyle. Scaled and wrinkled skin with bright glaring eyes. Deciding on an approach to attack and destroy them. With great quickness as fast as possible. My decision is to wait for them to sleep and then attack. After a few hours the dancing and celebrating ends. They begin to lay on the cave floor to sleep. Waiting for the moment of my approach. Knowing their number is no more than a handful. Readying my psyche for what I am about to do! In a swift movement I begin killing these creatures. Amongst them as they awaken I am stabbing and wailing my sword. Before I realize it there is only one left standing. As it stands peering at me in deep anger. We attack each other as it bites me and I stab it. My sword going in and out of this thing over and over. Till I realized, it lay dead along with all the rest at the cave floor. Returning to my village victoriously. with prize in hand. Stabbing a spear in the ground in the middle of town. With the head of the last creature I killed for all to view. As the villagers surrounded me with many questions. Noticing the maiden that had been debauched. Standing pregnant an ashamed of the knowledge. Knowing that the thing in her womb will be born. At birth to appear as this creatures head that is stuck on the end of the spear. The town peoples become enraged with fear and fury. Screaming and shouting at the tops of their voices "kill the pregnant maiden"! The people grab her and tie her to a cross and burn her at the stake. Doing away with all chances of the creature ever to exist ever again. © By: Brian Dooley Friday, February 01, 2002

"Vampire on the Prowl" Obsessed by the grave Born in the shadows of death Blessed with a vampires rage A touch of Azrael's breath Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs Haunting in the dark, these places for many years Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate Opening the lid and catch the smell of death Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest Wanting to maim the corpse, with a steel dagger Obsessed by the grave Born in the shadows of death Blessed with a vampires rage A touch of Azrael's breath Cut the strip of flesh, from the pale corpse In the bloody morgue, before it's being buried Feeding on the dead, flesh, blood and ashes Consuming the deceased, necrophagious feast Preying on humans misanthropic urge Homicidal maniac, on a random killing spree Assault them in the house, shoot them in the head Crush their skulls, Wanting to see them bled Welcome to the temple of death Worship the skeletal shrine With bones of the dead decorated To death and evil with total dedication Sigils of Darkness inscribe the bodies Confirm allegiance to the Dark Make a pact and ritualize Evoked the demons in sinister rites Torture animals to express the malice Though man is a more worthy prey Show contempt for the weak kind Hatred is, the only way No regret of the mayhem spread The murderous snake is uncoiled Misanthropic thoughts rule the mind A heir to the ancient bloodline Power and submission make up the world Ghoulishness, to celebrate Torture, bloodlust, without-end Crave the stench of decay Obtained blessings from the other side Done the deeds of which many dreamt Having seen the belly of the beast But now the vampire roams again Obsessed by the grave Born in the shadows of death Blessed with a vampires rage A touch of Azrael's breath Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs Haunting in the dark, these places for many years Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate Opening the lid and catch the smell of death Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest Wanting to maim the corpse, with a steel dagger © By Brian Dooley November 8, 2004

"An Exit" You took my soul out, you never stopped I screamed and shouted Stealing a piece of me as everyone else had Where was I to go now, what do I do? Now my place in line is lost You took my soul out, you never stopped I screamed and shouted Were we really going anywhere Lost in the sands of time The tears inside me, made nothing free No more compassion Were we really going-anywhere Yes, gone to The Neverwhere The new land of the deprived Lost in the The Neverwhere Everything I did seemed wrong The down of my life was my home, my prison The places that we visited were of my imagination Everything seemed so wrong and made me hurt Hurting myself for the wrong you did... I have finally broken free and you are no longer inside me, you Bitch! © By: Brian Dooley

The beauty of a woman is not in The clothes she wears The figure she carries Or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman Must be seen from her eyes, Because that is the doorway to her heart, The place where love resides. The beauty of a woman Is not in a facial mole, But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows, The beauty of a woman With passing years - only grows.