Sunday, 24 February 2013

Suspect Officer Crowley

                         Suspect Officer Crowley
by Stormm
(c) February 24 2013

Crack Central, just another day.

Before the fateful call came through,

a jaded Crowley and his naive new partner were cruising the west side

of Queen and Dufferin, harassing scum.

It was your typical 2 am response,

a domestic.

According to dispatch,

the caller was being held hostage in a Lakeshore condo, by her ex boyfriend.

Being adrenaline junkies,

our pair of bullies with badges were itching for some real action.

This should take the edge off whatever's eating Crowley,

thought a relieved Jagger.

Her superior was really irritable tonight, his actions growing more erratic.

But it wasn't until entering the elevator that Officer Christina Jagger

would spot the obvious,

her partner's ice blue eyes,

were bugging with a chemically induced intensity.

"You okay?" she said half probing.

"I'm f*cking fine," he fired back.

Sweating profusely, pupils dilated, central nervous system tweaking,

he was totally alert, but definitely not okay.

"What's your assessment?"

"Suspect's a known felon and possibly armed."

Let's call for backup."

"No need, I recognize the address, let me handle it..."
Minutes later Jagger would dare ask, "why'd you let him off so easy?"

"She only had a black eye and refused to press charges.

Which saves us from filing another useless report."

Right as a downward elevator opens,

two loud shots ring out, barely seconds apart.

"F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!" yells Crowley,

banging the walls while running back to the crime scene.

But unknown to all, the real shit still hadn't hit the fan.

At least not yet.

Later a hidden secret ledger would be discovered.

The perp was a crystal meth dealer, Crowley's partner and main supplier.

Their business investment portfolio consisted of:

rolling meth labs, aiding and abetting ghetto drug dealers,

selling unregistered weapons, extortion.

This day was so not going good for Crowley...

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Friday, 15 February 2013

Animate Objects

                             Animate Objects
by Stormm
(c) February 15 2013

Artist Studio.

When things materialize, they'll just suddenly pop up unannounced.

Unknown objects float by, foreign items that keep moving about.

Some disappear when unnecessary, or not currently in use.

Cans of paint and oils hover, ready to swing into action as needed.
I'm now able to mentally move everything around me.

To locate and match their consciousness frequency, prove them animate,

improvise as each fulfills my purpose, apply corresponding designs.

I will a stove burner to ignite and the dial moves to it's medium setting.

Imagine a kettle over to the sink, command silver faucets turn on running water.

The mixer tap switches itself off after each filling, the pot's brown lid fits in place.

A hovering kettle settles down on the stainless steel stove,

it boils overflown steaming liquid.

Meanwhile a small formation of beige cups and saucers,

float over to the nearest yellow counter top.

The pot goes from cup to cup,

it's spout pouring hot water on fresh mint tea leaves,

that sail in from our garden.

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Saturday, 9 February 2013

Golden Knowledge Book

                        Golden Knowledge Book
by Stormm
(c) February 9 2013

The Voice of Knowledge provides a vivid account of all, as it occurs.

Library Curator Of The Sum Of All Information, reports the living story.

A male baritone expounds descriptive events in an even casual tone.

Suddenly, materializing left foreground,

on a small, brown circular wooden table,

lies a large Golden Jewel Book.

Narrating powerful cosmic knowledge,

it commences unveiling Mysteries Of Kundalini,

then ventures way beyond celestial heavens.
Increasingly The Knowledge Book occupies more of my attention,

while the couple, on my right, intensify their Sex Dance.

Eventually this forbidden wisdom gets too intense and overwhelming,

I can't handle the heavy vibes and must leave.

A barrier of negative emotions intimidates, until I'm gripped with fear.

Immediately cast out, into a dark, large empty hall.

It's the Room Of Obstacles, shielding the Corridor Of Secrets.

Here random deadly spears fly out, from the walls of any and all sides.

I hesitate, timing their movements for the right moment,

but a pattern is indiscernible.

Suddenly a voice inside says "jump", and I do.

Leaping above a spear that ejects just one moment too late.

Moving straight ahead passing through walls of dimensions,

until I arrive at a huge courtyard with tall lanterns.

Before me a red carpet leads the way,

along the gradual series of ascending and descending wooden steps,

across a bridge.

It's a warm summer night as Venus appears,

smiling mischievously.

She'll ask what I found out, learned inside?

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Monday, 4 February 2013

The Secret Garden

                 The Secret Garden
by Stormm
(c) February 4 2013

Deep within The Forbidden Kingdom Of Secrets,

lie many hidden chambers.

Inside The Inner Temple of Sex Magic.

A mighty and powerful warrior awaits his favourite lover,

on a chinese bed.

Guarded and well protected by many obstacles and treacheries.

Inside Asian Palace Of The Yellow Red Lotus.

The Astral Forbidden Kingdom.
Torch lit ornamental lanterns are inscribed with sanskrit symbols,

a dangerous delicate garden of silk veils and bamboo.

He is patient, athletic, and topless.

The High Priestess Of Tantra, enters from left side invisible door.

She disrobes while walking towards me.

Visits an exotic setting of always night, where time stands still.

Tonight is a special occasion,

her favorite lover and most adventurous student has returned.

Sprightly on bare jeweled feet, she enters from private bedchambers.

Arching shoulders while hands extend, expanding as she advances.

Robe Falls Flowing With Thick Black Hair, sails down past her waist.

Beneath exquisite silk red dragon garment,

her splendid body reveals Ancient Mystic Scroll In Motion tattoos.

Straddling me she whispers,

"I'll teach you, then you'll teach me."

"Sex Magic."

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Saturday, 2 February 2013


by Stormm
(c) February 2 2013

It crouches in shadows,

slithers through darkness,

when lime door scrapes open green,

there's a quick flash and the scurry into void.

It creeps without sound,

thickening black smoke expands,

rusty dripping heartbeats,

clog silver tap faucets.

Subterranean pressure building,

as it grows to a critical mass,

thud, pop, splash,

fear reverberations.

Condition critical,

critical condition,

critical condition...

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