xscarredx's blog: "the BOCS"

A gasp of breath,

a sudden death,

the tale has begun.

-BoCS-

Night has patterns that can be read

less by the living than by the dead.

-BoCS-

Night can be sweet as a kiss,

though not on a night like this.

-BoCS-

Holy men tell us life is a mystry.They embrace the cocept happily.But some mysteries bite and bark and come get you in the dark.

A rain of shadows,a storm, a squall!!Daylight retreats;night swallows alll.If good is bright,if evil is gloom,high evil walls the world entombs.Now comes the end,the drear,Darkfall...

Darkness devours every shining day.Darkness demands and always has its way.Darkness listens,watches,waits.Darkness claims the day and celebrrates.Sometimes in silence darkness comes.Sometimes with gleeful banging of drums.

Who is more foolish----the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?-----Maurice Freehilll

You know,Tolstoy,like myself,wasn't taken in by superstitions--like science and medicine.----George Bernard Shaw

There is superstition in avoiding superstion.-----Francis Bacon

We can embrace love;it's not to late.Why do we sleep,instead, with hate?Belief requires no suspension to see that hell is our invention.We make Hell real;we stroke its fires.And in its flames our hope expires.Heaven,too,is merely our creation.We can grant ourselves our own salvation.All that's required is imagination..........