Skeptic Moulding

The Truth

to question

is to

advance

to be

merely

still

requires

no

intelligence

belief

in

anything

requires

kinesis

laws

can

be

broken

laws

resurrected

belief

skepticism

all worthless

to the sacred

all worthless

when never

learned

The Truth

is

out

there

We will

find

it

won't we

Mulder?

Skeptic Mourning

Truth

in science

is

overrated

Truth

listens

to

all disciplines

the

art

of

the

mind

brainwaves

cells

IQ

testing

science

incomplete

science

weary

not

science

redundant

yet

science

shyly

boldly

limitedly

thus

science

unsuccessfully

tightens

the

knots

Truth

knows

no elite

no race

no poverty

nor disgrace

no

killer

nor

saviour

only

amorphous

The

truth

between bone

and blood

and flesh

is but

one

word

soul

mind

belief

all

corner

truth

dangerous

dangerous

dangerous

be open-minded

the truth

is

out

there

Truth Seeking

There is a truth

that is out there

maybe

quietly

noisily

right out

in the open

bruised

like

a bone

protruding

out

of

flesh

the truth

out

in

on

someone's

flesh

be

it

victim

predator

seeker

witness

the truth

is

quite

absolute

and

varied

the

truth

likes

different

jars

to

hold

it

can

be

contagious

the

truth

the

truth

dangerous

dangerous

dangerous

all worth it

the truth

is

out

there

This Glass

We look at each other.

I could have killed him

I was restless to do it now...
I could have killed him...

This glass is between us...

I can kill him...

But this glass is between us...

What has been offered in return of his life? - For me the sanitarium; the nut-case as they would clearly put it. But they won't keep me here for long.

I will come after you.

I will destroy you.

Your reward for capturing me.

How did you catch me?

How could you catch me?

How is it so possible to do so?

You are just an ordinary man

Just one ordinary man

How were you able to catch me more than with normal deftness...?

I have never had a train of thought like this. You imbecile. You fox. You are rightly named.

I look away.

I will get you Fox Mulder.

I can kill him...

But this glass is between us...

With You

Lightning. Thunder. Incarceration. Rip. Rip. EAT. EAT. YUMMM.

“ Hey Victor Tooms – you ok in there?”

Yellow, to deep blue – I feel, “ Yes.”

“ Oh Ok – lights out now – have a good night…”

Good night. Good dinner. Good Liver…good…good…hrgghh…

Growl. That bastard. That bastard. If he hadn’t caught me. I would be in my nest right now…Sleeping…happy…comfortable…

That man ruined everything. That man with dark hair. He looked too uninterestingly common. Uninteresting pleasant.

It was the woman I had wanted. Yes. The one called Scully. Why would I not? She must die. To have her would be – Victorious.
She caught me – that one. She made me come out. ARGGGGGGGHHHHHH THEN SHE CAME – DESECRATED MY NEST – I DESIRED HER LIVER – HER NECKLACE MY TROPHY NOT EARNED!!!!! ARGHHHH!!!!!!

I punched the soft wall. I am here. They say I am insane. To these cattle. I am.

Mulder. Fox. Like a fox. Clever. She had the red hair. Her name should be fox. Clever. Clever. Silky Hair. Hmmmm. Clever. Tasty Skin. Clever. Intelligent.

You know what I am and it does not scare you – not one bit.

Impressive. Let’s see how you not scream one bit when I rip it out of your pretty fleshy bones and EAT!

Eat. Eat. No Wait.

Impressive. Delicious. Moist. Wet. Sweaty. Slender. Moan. Yellow. Kiss. Tongue. Shoving. Pushing. Hard. Hardness. Entering. Capturing.

Suddenly I feel all tired. My body – it has erupted. My dim yellow.

Maybe. Fox. Maybe. With you. For once

Some Excuses

We can write letters
that seems like the logical excuse

we can seem sorry
that'd seem appropriate

what would happen if we stopped?

No one answers that
No one ever really tries too

A Holiday In Blood

I feel inebriated

I slice the flesh
I can taste it

but that would feed

no purpose

the pulse that tethers

on the leash that is

myself

how I bourne the blade

she dies

no words said

She needed to be

a butterfly

a real cocoon

for me

her pupa

her chrysalis

creates

the shell for me

It's easy

It can be done

It will be written

with papers

newspaper clips, photographs

videos

to stimulate

my erogenous

my mind

my soul

carved on my back

carved on my bone

I shall ignite and be one

with the dragon