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The voodoo man dances

Chicken in hand.

It’s a dream, only a dream.

The spider creeps up my arm.

I scream and struggle against my bindings,

But no one hears.

Cold steel upon my belly, but then

Heat floods over me in

Crimson, carmine, and ruby.

The man holds up coils of something

Carnal beauty as the chicken *bawks* in time

To the slowing beat of my heart.

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May 31, 2011 at 11:11 am

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Vampires that I Like And I’m not Talking Twilight

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I am an ardent fan of vampire folklore and interesting tales of vampires that spring up now and again. I don’t know why, but since my younger years, I have been fascinated by the sentient undead. I mean sure you have other creatures that some consider undead that are sentient too, but overall, the vampire is the only “undead” creature that has potential for something other than mindless carnage (yes, I’m talking about zombies…they are just mindless killing machines…).

Vampires interest me because they have potential beyond the need to feed on humans for sustenance. They are capable of much more evil or good in some cases. They also don’t have the whole rotting factor that most other undead have (which causes them to have a finite shelf life). Vampires to me have potential within the realm of film and literature that no zombie ever could. However, I’m not going to discuss the pros and cons of vampires and zombies. Like I have said many times, I enjoy reading about vampires and watching movies that contain them. Over the course of many books and movies, I have developed many favorites…some for obvious reasons and others for less.

Dracula–As the quintessential  vampire novel of the 19th century, the character of Count Dracula springs to the pages of the book and into our minds as a fully realized, fully evil creature. He is vicious and stands tall in the face of his enemies. Based on the actual historical figure of Vlad Dracul, Dracula’s heartless attitude and demeanour are mirrored by actual fact. Dracul was cruel and heartless. He committed many atrocities and was (and is) revered by his people of Transylvania as a hero. This character can transform into other creatures of the night, has power over people, possesses super strength and heightened abilities, and can go out in the daytime (see Edward wasn’t the first). Dracula is a first-rate vampire who has lived for centuries and continues to thrive until he meets one who is knowledgeable of him. Dracula was the first vampire character that I was introduced to and therefore holds a special place in my heart.

Pandora and Marius– A couple who were born and turned to serve greater purposes: Marius to be a God of the Grove and later protector of the vampire king and queen and Pandora because Marius loved her. Anne Rice in all her glory created these two eccentric characters (well, maybe not eccentric but a little peculiar). Marius is a renaissance man, term man being loosely used, and floats through the Millenia (2 to be exact) protecting the king and queen and by his constant examination of life, art and the people around him. He is intriguing to me because as much as he stays the same throughout the course of his existence he changes to fit in with the time (save his red velvet which never leaves him).

Pandora is also an interesting character. Also a Child of the Millenia (a name given to the vampires in Anne Rice’s universe that are of age one thousand or greater), she is extremely powerful and independent. This is why after 200 years of living together she and Marius part because of a fight. She then goes out to seek what she will of the world, trying to find companionship and love. She never seems to find either and remains eternally lonely as a result. She is quite a vampire as shown in Queen of the Damned. For the most part, she is a proper lady. She looks and acts like a normal person should. However, this is what sets others at ease. At one point, during an orgy of followers of Azim, an Indian vampire and her child, she tears out the throat of a victim draining him and then rips out his heart to gain the last bit of blood.

Anne Rice’s vampires all have interesting personalities and are very different. They are all believable which is why I appreciate and love the characters she creates.

Eric and Pam–In the Sookie Stackhouse mysteries by Charlaine Harris, I also have a male and female vampiric duo that I enjoy. Pam and Eric have got to be the most interesting of the main vampire characters that she creates. Eric is a 1000-year old viking, and Pam is his Victorian English Fledgling. They develop nicely over the course of the books (Eric more so than Pam because he closer to the central character of Sookie). They both have that desire and intrigue that make vampire characters interesting. While the seem to fit in with the time, they both are out of place in their own right. Each is exceedingly beautiful which leads to them being so much more dangerous than some of the other vampires. Along with their banter back and forth and the comedy that comes out of their mouths (especially Pam’s. She has such a dry sense of humor), they seem to be what you would want your “out” vampires to be.

Honorable mentions:

Bill from the Sookie Mysteries

Sophie-Anne Leclerq–Louisiana’s Vampire Queen in Sookie Mysteries

Armand from The Vampire Chronicles

Lestat from The Vampire Chronicles

Louis from The Vampire Chronicles


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The earth moans beneath

My feet.

The all-mother cries with tears that are

Innocent blood.

Centuries her children have poured their

veins out.

Each sect fighting, killing the others

For nothing.

Religion, race, political affiliation,

Our differences.

She cries because we hate that which we

Choose not to


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May 9, 2010 at 8:33 pm

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Waking in a

Concrete Box

Is not what I’d

Imagined life to be like.

Twisted into fetality,

Rising like a newborn

To a world of darkness

And distilled hue.

Icy stone

Moved with little

Struggle. Much like

The dying of the light.

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March 21, 2010 at 1:48 pm

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A fount of Red

Pulsing with the Beat

Of a veined

Apparition of Lust.

Purple, blue, and red

Twisting through a network

Of capillaries, organs,

And tissue.

Life of the living

Or those beyond

The warmth of


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March 14, 2010 at 12:44 am

Dying of the Light

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One last sunset

Red, violet, goldenrod,

Tangerine, then,


I meet my maker

Tonight as a

Thousand stars


Moon drenched

Night. Beside a

Clear pond of


Icy finger tips

Brush the nape of

My neck chilling


Warm kisses of

Death travel the

Length of my


The smell of moist

Earth, a hit of

French perfume


A vice grips my

Wrist, closing and

cutting my


A drop or two of

Crimson spills on

My peach sundress’s


Hot salt and iron

Pours into my open mouth

When I’m too weak to


Swooning in his arms

An orgy of flash

And fantasy daring


Sleepy. Borrowed into

Moist sod. Morning

Will come too soon.

But I will be shielded in

My satin shelter.

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March 13, 2010 at 9:15 pm

Living Death

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Whirling around

A goddess

Dressed in finery.

She is alabaster

Flesh and ruby


Life courses in her

Veins yet she has consorted

with Death.

Spray of blood

Another willing

Victim consumed.

An orgy of blood

and infidel…


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March 11, 2010 at 9:13 pm


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Wads of tissues

Smattered with crimson,

Laying in small piles

On the floor of our small condo.

The coughs echo

Through the four rooms,

Cutting across the emptiness,

Filling the space.

I wipe the spittle

From her cracking lips.

Her life is measured in

Bedpans and coffee stirrers.

Another cough

And her body seizes with the force.

I watch and get a spoon

Ready with more of the foul liquid.

She lies there, a clammy

Paleness against the scarlet

Splotched sheets.

Their washed in rotations by me.

Her emaciated face

Like a grinning skull

Show gratitude,

But here, I will sit till the end.

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February 26, 2010 at 11:37 pm