ballet

My sweet ballerina twirling in nothing

Dance for me until I feel something

I’d let you die for me bleeding out nice and slow

You love me enough but I’m just here for the show

People like you always think the best of me

Cause people like you are blind for all to see

“He’s just like me underneath all that black”

When I’m actually holding a supervillain back

World class misanthrope waiting to be set loose

The world’s over-sized but I’ve got the perfect noose

-CL Fuqua

Swallow the Horizon

All of humanity begins and ends feeling only desire

We want for food, shelter, water, crawling in the mire

We grope in endless black clinging to each other

Hoping for comfort only when not killing one another

Some refuse the abyss in favor of hard upward ascent

While others disbelieving in peaks elect for eternal descent

Who ends up gaining what their faith promises to grant?

Always between light or shade but do both leave us scant?

I was promised a Horizon just beyond the next want and need

A glorious TELOS waiting for me hidden humbly within a seed

I have traveled like the great Saint of old with the universe on my back

Gnarled and weighed down by the raging waters of ever-increasing lack

I found it in the end shining like a beacon to lost ships at sea

Neither up to the light or down in shade but straight ahead of me

Horizon glowing effervescent splitting the edge of ocean and sky

All that was left for my withered being was to simply lay down and die

When I awoke from death I stood up renewed and perplexed

The misery of my mortality was finally and completely vexed

I have swallowed the Horizon and now death is finally done

I have swallowed the Horizon and a new life has just begun

-CL Fuqua

The stars speak

I looked up into the night’s sky to derive meaning

I studied the constellations to divine any gleaning

They answered back in cold indifference

I was left an infinite cosmic vociferance

Nothing but my lung’s breath ascending before me

Vaporous fleeting in a prophetic and descending reverie

The dots of light in the sky hint of galaxies and worlds unknown

Each one more barren than the next- optimism lost its throne

What has become of this nous in my being?

The eye’s darkness is great indeed- unseeing

The stars speak to me in a language I knew from birth

The cursed speech of a slave-race chained to the earth

They tell me in all their celestial glory not to gaze on the cosmic seas

I could never dream in a billion lifetimes of being arrayed as one of these

O foolish man that I am searching for fiery hope in a tepid existence

Behold your futility as all life churns monotonously in bloody resistence

The stars speak

The stars speak

But do not seek

But do not seek

-CL Fuqua

Manhood

Well here she comes again with her perfect hair and revised list

She’s got a new lecture for me every day but I already got the gist

Don’t worry boy she’s gonna teach you how to grow

Without her wisdom you wont have shit to show

If I had a dime for every girl trying to make me into a man

They think they know what it takes and show all they can

Here comes another femme-sage with advice as fickle as the wind

High n’ mighty till she’s puttin her clothes back on after our night of sin

It’s just another little woman tryin to make me a man

It’s just another little woman tryin to make me a man

They know what they’re supposed to desire

So they tell me what men are like, little liars

I show em what it’s really like and they can’t help but smile

They scold my darkness but after all end up staying a while

So wax on baby tellin and teachin me all you can

I’ll pretend to listen when I really don’t give a damn

It’s just another little woman tryin to make me a man

It’s just another little woman tryin to make me a man

It’s just another little woman tryin to make me a man

It’s just another little woman tryin to make me a man

-CL Fuqua

Blot Out The Sun

When the end comes will it be fire or flood?

Does death win or are we saved by God’s blood?

I’m beginning to care less and less who is right or wrong

I am starting to value might over thought, only the strong

I see animals disguised as humans destroying everything they can find

Who cares if you have the best logic when the subject has lost their mind?

I say we silence them with power

No more peace offerings and flowers

There’s glory in war and heroes in violence

So give them more until there’s only silence

They bring down monuments of the past

History is a subject for them far too vast

Therefore we will end their delusions of a future

Their remains fall apart as we tear out the suture

Leave them with nothing and no one

Empty in the dark, blot out the sun

-CL Fuqua

Dead On Arrival

I smiled as my blood poured out of me

The wounds gushing forth life effortlessly

The priest frantically sewing me together

Neverminding my body now light as a feather

My soul slowly leaving as the light of my eyes dies

I found the death’s truths easier to bear than life’s lies

So I gave up my ghost of my own accord

Existence had a toll I could no longer afford

Don’t try to follow for you will never again see my face

I left behind the pale parody in the casket without a trace

Did you ever love me as you claimed?

Will my memory only ever evoke shame?

I can hear my voice becoming more haunting as I sing

It echoes into the dark void as a despairingly tiny thing

You all worked so hard to secure my soul’s survival

But you didn’t know it was already dead on arrival

-CL Fuqua

NINTH CIRCLE

We are all in the Ninth Circle.

The fat and flabby Satan, that devil of old

Beats his leathery wings of decrepitude

Summoning such a freezing blast of wind

Not even the wildest of fires within the heart can withstand.

Humanity together as one cohesive disease

We wallow in our own filth to the noxious stench

Of the Great Beast’s putrescent and matted fur.

Here we live and die eternally.

We exist perpetually in the frozen land of Hell’s non-being.

-CL Fuqua

The Future Was Too Late

Would that the world’s weariness would cease

That life would be left to herself in silent peace

Ne’er a day goes by without the scream of death

Ne’er an hour when we can’t feel it’s hot breath

In what book does a spell lay to end this pain?

Bearded men searched the centuries all in vain

Reasoned voices of faith can only pray for rage to ease

Men made of weaker stuff hope to quell it on their knees

No end in sight to the world shaking lies

Truth stares at its own impending demise

We can no sooner stop the end charging forth like a train

No more than we can stop the angels releasing the rain

So embrace the oblivion and let it cover all lands

Let fire and death reign as blood drenches our hands

Nothing of civilization and glory will survive the hate

Our lives will become history as the future was too late

-CL Fuqua

Continuum Series pt 1

“Call for reinforcments to the main entrance of the temple! Pull from every available squadron nearby!”

broken radio transmission

“Ye..s…ir! Doing….wh…t…can. Every squ…ron…figh..ng….throughout…..city!”

“God damn it, we don’t have enough to fight off a full frontal assault. They weren’t supposed to have this many troops.”

“SIR! LOOK!!” my 2nd in command yelled as I turned to see.

It was as if time slowed to spite me. I had a perfect view of the nightmare moving straight for us. The once bright blue sky of the capital city had been darkened to blood red mixed with the black smoke of smoldering fires. The Commander of the Temple Praetorian Guard had been right. Our armies were scattered throughout every part of the city. There wasn’t an alleyway, intersection or neighborhood were you didn’t see the muzzle-flash of gunfire, sparks of clashing swords and explosions. The Sacred City itself had become a battleground. But this blasphemous sight had been normal now for the better part of a full day. It had started in the dead of night continuing into midday and fast approaching the next night. What my 2nd had been pointing at was the column of enemy forces heading straight up the city’s main pathway leading to the Temple.

To us.

They were clad in black armor to signify they were part of Ember’s personal guard. Ember, God curse his name. Our forces on the ground nearest to them were too occupied to focus fire on them so they steadily marched forward almost unabated.

“PRAETORIAN GUARD! FORM LINES AND FOCUS FIRE ON EMBER’S PERSONAL GUARD! SHRAPNEL CANNONS FIRE FIRST TO FOCUS THEIR SHIELDS UPWARD!! FIRE!!!”

Even in the middle of a shit-storm with hell all around I knew I could count on the Praetorian Guard to be professional to the last man. I just hoped they would outclass Ember’s Guard on this dark day.

With the loud rapid succession of BOOMS of hand-cannons and then crackling like fireworks I could see the strategy worked. The black column instinctively raised their heavy shields up to brace for the sharp metal barrage raining down on them. Then 2nd line began firing on them from straight ahead with focused automatic burst-fire towards the center in the hopes of scattering the column. They were beginning to finally face resistance. Black armored troops began falling here and there. But they were holding formation while still moving steadily forward. A piercing explosion lit up the sky just to the right as one of our aerial fighters was shot down by a pursuing enemy fighter, crashing into a distant part of the city like a bolt of lightning.

“Even the air fighters are too busy to spare a strafing run for fuck’s sake.”

My 2nd stole a quick concerned glance at me as he understood the gravity of our situation. My voice projector had been damaged some hours ago in hand to hand combat so I had to scream over all the gunfire and explosions:

“FOURTH AND FIFTH LINE!! FOURTH AND FIFTH LINE!!! BLADES AND SHIELDS AT THE READY!!! WE WON’T STOP EMBER’S GUARD FROM REACHING US BUT THIS TEMPLE WILL NOT FALL! THIS TEMPLE WILL NOT FALL! DO YOU HEAR ME?! CUT DOWN EVERY LAST MOTHERFUCKER THAT COMES UP THESE STEPS!!!”

The roar of my troop’s affirmation could surely be heard by Ember’s Guard. And almost as if to confirm it they began a jogging pace. Shields still up and forward like some metal centipede scampering toward us, the gunfire from our barricades was deafening. But Ember predictably placed his largest fighters-bruiser types, upfront with heavy shields to absorb most of our resistance. So they kept charging while the metallic clang of bullets pounded against their armor. Then the inevitable was upon us.

“BRACE!!!”

With a deafening roar my Guard and Ember’s Guard clashed like a clap of thunder. The stronger among the fighters were dismembering and decapitating with their blades even through the armor of their opponents. The stench of blood, sweat, and puke filled their air mixing with the smoke to create a concentrated hell upon the steps of the holiest site in our Kingdom. I turned hearing an ear-piercing scream of agony as multiple bursts of gunfire riddled my 2nd in command before another 3 round burst slammed into the face of his helmet releasing a red vapor into the air as his body collapsed. I yanked back on the lever attached to my heavy warbelt. The Droneblade detached from my back and took flight. I gave it its target with the two-finger signal as it zipped through the violent maelstrom of armored bodies to my 2nd’s killer. He barely had time to register a panicked expression before it descended on him like a wild animal. Spinning its blades in a fury all over, cutting through his armor like paper. He screamed and pleaded as his flesh, guts and bones erupted into the air before the Droneblade mercifully mangled his face into an unrecognizable slop leaving him a bloodied and disfigured corpse. It was a small consolation.

As I recalled the Droneblade and locked the lever back in place I heard his raised voice over the crowd…

“Still playing with toys, old friend?”

Ember smiled through the gap in his helmet before taking it off completely and dropping it to the side. A couple of men engaged in an all out wrestling match nearly shoved into him before he grabbed the Praetorian Guard by the shoulders lifting him up and choking the life out of him as his own guard slowly staggered up catching his breath then running back into the fighting. Ember’s eyes were on me the whole time as my Guard twitched and flopped like a fish out of water. He was daring me to signal the Droneblade. But I knew he could cut it down and I may need it soon. After he snuffed the life of my Guard out, he tossed him aside.

“Nothing? After all this time? Is this how you greet your old comrade?”

Holding up my blood-stained and battle worn sword, I gazed at it admiringly.

“My blade will greet you.”

He smiled before assuming his animal-expression and we ran into each other shield-first, blades at the ready.

End Pt 1

-CL Fuqua

Space Travel

So long ago I escaped Earth it seems. I was looking for a place I’d find unrecognizable. I didn’t want to find aliens. I wanted to be the alien. Everything I left behind had lost all luster and appeal. There was nothing substantive in the relics of my human past. I bid farewell to Rome and its power, Russia and its drama, Africa and its pain, Palestine and its strife, America and its decadence. I looked upward and onward ahead to the stars which had not been charted by man. A new ocean with galaxies and suns more numerous than the sand of Earth’s seas awaited me.

Would there be a new planet for me to call home? A new Earth in which to roam?

I imagined flights of the utmost cosmic fancy. I want to be the alien. I want to be the strange one. I want to be the outsider. I want to be the ugliest part of an endlessly beautiful vista. It’s been thousands of years since I left the mud and rock my species emerged from. This craft made by tainted and industrious hands has held and weathered the solar storms. I’ve reached far beyond what we ever dreamed the universe extended to. I do not think it has a boundary. If I keep traveling it will forever stretch out before me in a beautiful curtsy awing me with its fantastic appeal.

Never to coming back to the place I knew. Always forward to things interstellar and new.