Tales and Poetry of love, horror, and whimsy.
Days go by at the speed of life
Tick after tick I feel the slow knife
One more wrinkle upon my face
One more reminder of my fleeting place
I started out stronger than the fire of hell
But not long after began the toll of the bell
The spirit leads and the flesh should follow
Mine has died and soon the body will hollow
Where is the joy of my childhood
Bringing hope to all I could?
It seems it has fallen away and ever so fast
Thank my Maker, for I was not built to last
-CL Fuqua
There was a time
There was a time
When I believed in tomorrow
Far away was my sorrow
But look at me now would you
Fixed to the ground could you
All I know is yesterday
Futures now cast away
You can’t trust the plan
If you don’t know the man
It’s really a sad story
The details are a tad gorey
But I’m starting not to give a damn
And I happen to be my biggest fan
I watched Death work tonight
The victim’s eyes lost their light
Have you ever witnessed anything so mysterious as this
There’s a finality and quiet as one slips into deathly bliss
“Don’t use your teeth when you bite me, please”
I said as the fangs ripped through me with ease
I wriggled and writhed to escape my fate
Until finally I accepted that it was too late
This is when the world began to fade away
And with it all the chaotic mess filling the day
Now its quiet and dark
No dogs to bark
Not even the fluttering of the meadowlark
I watched Death work tonight
Worked on me until I had no fight
I am dead with nothing left to say
I am dead so take your Life and go away
-CL Fuqua
Remembering always remembering
All I have are memories
Times long past
Futures gone at last
Eyes faded slowly over time
Once bright but losing their shine
I can still recall the first vision
I still see you in my dreams with precision
Reality is a desert from which I must flee
Diving into an oasis of Dreams I am free
I can see you as you were
And I too am there
Our love is young but sure
And in my dreams you still care
-CL Fuqua
It’s all poetry after all
We saw the rise
We saw the fall
Come to me amidst fiery skies
Choke back the smoke
Killing one another over lies
We never cared about fallout
Only winning
Cast away all doubt
What is this travesty we’ve become?
Left with two paths
One, murder and the other, martyrdom
This is twilight’s last gleaming
Blood rains
So why is your face beaming?
When my fresh blood covers you end to end
Just remember
There was a time when you called me friend
-CL Fuqua
Black angel Black angel
We come in two’s
Just to abuse
See the imago Dei
Watch it fade
We hunt in pairs
Setting snares
Black angel Black angel
Can you not see?
Forests before thee?
Life will outlast you, dear
Death conquers with its leer
Speck of dust are you
Here and gone in just a few
Black angel Black angel
Two by two casting hexes
Without mercy the mind vexes
Go the way of all sin
Let apotheosis flood in
Height of all you can be
Sad joke that none shall see
Black angel Black angel
-CL Fuqua
I don’t think I have much of an audience on this site. But if anyone out there does enjoy reading my unstructured thoughts I’m sorry I’ve been absent of late. I actually have been focusing most of my creative energy on my podcast, “Christ and Cthulhu”. I host this horror/spiritual themed show which seeks to delve into the fiction of HP Lovecraft and his brand of cosmic horror, drawing out the deeper meanings of the stories in relation to Orthodox Christianity. Much like drawing venom from a wound. And there’s lots of venom there! So if that sounds like something you’d be interested in you can find it on any podcast streaming service. Just search for “Christ and Cthulhu” and you’ll see it! I just finished season 1 so I hope to devote a little more time to writing here before picking back up with season 2. Thanks for sticking around! -CL Fuqua
Look up to the sky
Cause tonight we gotta die
and
I held your hand in the summer rain
Kept you warm in the winter pain
but
It doesn’t matter in the end
On our own we must forever fend
so
I fell in love in the glow of 1980’s neon light
As times changed I lost my soul in the fight
see
Now it’s all dark and I see nothing to believe in
The past is a ghost and presently I just conceive sin
now
Give me drugs, give me money, give me sex
Play that fucking harp cause I’m truly vexed
well
They say the world’s changing but really is it?
Or simply swiftly rotting into a ball of bullshit?
God
Can You hear me out there?
I’m so tired if You even care
Life’s only got one lesson and I’m tired of being shown
Death can be scary, oh but at least it’s still unknown
-CL Fuqua
Black hair, white skin
Let me in, let me in
I could give you everything and anything
You just have to kill whats inside
My friends say I’m not the same when we’re together
They say I’m just not me
But they can’t see, they can’t see
How much I hate to be me
So eat me up until I’m all gone
Until the end of my sad song
Oh my aren’t we in luck?
Today she feels like a good fuck
So we burn away into dust
Smoldering in the fires of lust
I don’t want to remember anything
I just want to be your pretty nothing
So now you’re dead and I’m lost
My girl’s gone and look at the cost
There’s nothing in me left to save
Since you took me with you to the grave
I can’t feel that way for anyone again
So my heart is useless after all then
God can you hear me are you really there?
Let me know cause it ain’t feeling very fair
Not even thirty five and I’m ready to die
Not even thirty five and I wanna kiss the sky
Can you hear me are you even there?
I’m bleeding slowly if you care to care
Not even thirty five and I wanna fucking die
Not even thirty five and I don’t wanna try
-CL Fuqua
Observe A Statue: I
What a vision of beauty you are to behold! When I look at you I feel the yearning of a thousand lifetimes. Unrequited love I have never known yet I feel my heart breaking all the same. I remember the first moment my gaze fell upon you. The perfect smoothness of every curve. The milky glow of that marble shimmering against the backdrop of night. Moonlit ecstasy for all to see. In the daylight hours your majesty is not diminished. The otherworldly pose you hold in perpetuem is a vision of the celestial heavens that await us beyond the veil of death. She is a calling-the beckoning from beyond. An invitation for all mankind to ascend. To attain to heights not thought possible in all our fickle futility. You never change.
I love you, dear Statue. I love you. I love you.
Observe A Statue: II
The passing of seasons paints you in a new light. Or is it a new form? The pose has been altered in the subtlest of ways. Only I could notice. And your beautiful marble countenance has faded into something ambivalent. Why have you begun to change, O love of my youth? When I was a boy I could admire your perfection day and night without interruption of form. Now you have traded perfection for the mild creep of decay. I stare at you and watch you slowly sift into yet unknown forms as water slipping through a tightened grip. Where are you going dear Statue? What are you becoming? I am willing to remain rooted to the moist soil encompassing you. If you will but be unchanged.
I want to love you still, dear Statue. I want to. I want to.
Observe A Statue: III
How evil becomes you! Beautiful marble goddess I once held in my heart. You have been savaged by some demon of pitiless night. Possessed and twisted into a form I know not. Holy things must shrink away in disgust. And I follow close behind. My eyes see nothing but a haze of black and red over you. Bloodstained and cracking to disfigure your face into one of menacing dread. You are more gargoyle than woman. Where is the vision of the heavenlies you let me glimpse as a boy? Only death and the grave ooze out of your wounded form now. While the once moist ground has become parched and dry. There is not even any life in the soil which is burdened with supporting your infernal form. I must go for you have changed.
I once loved you, dear Statue. Now I hate you. Now I hate you.
-CL Fuqua
