Mass Killings and Gun Control

The shootings that occurred at the Aurora, Colorado movie theater has once again sparked the debate about gun control. Many are wondering why it's possible for people to buy assault weapons and high capacity clips. I'm also wondering why only 60% of gun sales require a background check and seven day waiting period. Some pro gun people are saying that if other people had been armed, the attack may have lessened or even stopped entirely. There's just one problem with this scenario and it's that most people have little to no combat training. Shooting at static targets that don't shoot back hardly prepares someone for a firefight in a darkened theater with a gun wielding psychopath tossing gas canisters and shooting at anything that moves. Hunting skills are equally useless because game animals don't shoot back either. The only people equipped to deal with situations like this are those with extensive military and/or police training. The government is doing little to address the problem. They're so afraid of angering the gun lobby, especially during an election year, that they won't make any recommendations. The assault weapons ban that Pres. Clinton signed into law has been allowed to lapse. It is highly unlikely that anything like it will be made into law anytime soon. The only suggestion that has been made is that wearing costumes should be banned at theaters. That's these fucking idiots answer to the problem. How many mass killers were wearing costumes when they committed their crimes? None. I'm not worried about somebody dressing up like the Joker when they go to see a Batman movie. When I went to see Phantom Menace, there were people dressed as Sith and Jedi having mock lightsaber fights outside the theater. A bunch of cosplayers having fun is no threat to the general public. The government and the gun lobby need to come together and work things out. While I'm in favor of the Second Amendment, some form of regulation must be enforced. The general public should not have access to every type of firearm made. Some of them should only be in the hands of trained military or police personnel.

Second YouTube video

Here's my second YouTube video. Mike

SuvwI' Hegh (Death of a Warrior)

SuvwI’ Hegh

Yotlh luteb lommey

nIteb Heghpu’wI’pu’ yoSDaq Qam tlhIngan

tajDaj lo’taHvIS jaghpu’ HIv ghaH

batlh Suv ghaH

nom luDech ‘e’ jaghpu’ HoH ghaH

‘ach ghaH tlhetlhchoH Suv

HeghmoH DuQ’oy’

porghvo’ mej yIndaj ‘Iw

ghaH DoQlaHbe’ veqlargh

Heghpu’wI’pu quv muv ghaH

 

Death of a Warrior

The field is covered with corpses.

A lone Klingon stands among the dead.

Knife in hand, he attacks the enemy.

He fights with honor.

Swiftly, he kills the enemy around him

But the fight goes against him.

Fatally stabbed, his lifeblood

leaves his body.

Fek’lhr can’t claim him.

He joins the honored dead.

  This is my first Klingon language poem. It's in two forms; Romanized Klingon and the translation into Terran English. I wanted to display the poem in KLI pIqaDmey but in order for you to see it properly, the pIqaDmey fonts would have to be installed on your computer.

Slasher Flick Mentality

Slasher Flick Mentality

Go put on your hockey mask

And don those finger knives.

We’re going to have a lot of fun

Ending people’s lives.

We might do it at a campground

Or kill them in their dreams.

It is so delightful

To watch them writhe and scream.

There’s such joy in terror

That is damn close to obscene.

We’re in our own way necrophiles

While we sit staring at the screen.

Hide your eyes and cover your head.

Or you might look up and find yourself dead.

In your imagination

While he does his grisly task

Are you the helpless victim

Or the one wearing the mask?

Epitaph

Epitaph

I stood before the grave

Lost and all alone.

Staring at the time worn words

Carved into the stone.

Who were these words written for?

Who lies inside entombed?

Whose soul is it that sleeps within

This dark and earthy womb?

“Herein lies all that remains

Of one lost and lonely soul.

He yearned so much for happiness

But could not achieve his goal.

So, in despair, he took his life

And, in death, his spirit roamed.

Until, at last, he arrived here.

Hello and welcome home.”

Dementia

Dementia

Wailing, screaming, howling in the night.

I toss and turn in abject fright.

The terror of nightmares had come upon me.

Scenes of revulsion were all I could see.

Arms and legs and pools of blood

I was standing waist deep in the sickening crud.

Try as I might, I couldn’t get free.

Those goddamn arms kept pulling at me.

As they pulled me deeper, the fear in me grew.

I’ll drown for sure in this pit of goo.

Suddenly, I awoke with a start.

I hit my head. Oh how it did smart.

Up from my bed, oh how I did spring.

I was up until my alarm did ring.

Cuts

Cut wide, cut deep

Into the rug will seep

My blood.

No hope, regrets.

I can’t ever forget

The pain.

Life ebbs away.

Death has become my way

To peace.

Alcohol haze

Numbing my last few days

 Limbo.

Nonentity

Is my reality.

I’ve failed.

I don’t exist

I’ve slit open my wrists

And died.

Crucifixion

Crucifixion: An Ode to Conformity

“Heretic! Heretic!

Hit him with lead pipe and brick!”

Heavy metal martyr

Caught up in the storm.

The only crime committed

Was that I didn’t conform.

You worship Satan!

Your soul has been lost!

Nail this fool

 To the inverted cross!

You went against the status quo

And didn’t follow commands.

For such a crime

Drive some stakes through his hands!

We say go forward

And instead you retreat.

Such defiance has earned you

A stake through your feet!

You poisoned our minds

By speaking your dreck.

You’ll be silenced forever

By a stake through your neck!

Sex for procreation.

To do otherwise is sick!

Ram another stake home

Into this heathen’s prick!

You can’t beat us

You worthless upstart!

For your pathetic beliefs

You get a stake through your heart!

Why should I put up

With such abuse

When honesty’s been

My only excuse?

My First YouTube Video

A short while back I uploaded my first YouTube. Here it is . Mike

The first suit

The standard black zentai arrived yesterday. It fit BEAUTIFULLY!! Those custom measurements I sent to Zentai Box worked nicely. The only minor problem I had was when it came time to zip up the suit. I'm not especially flexible and it was hard to reach the lower zipper pull when it got in between my shoulder blades. I ended up running a short length of cord through the zipper pull to form a loop. Then I used my plastic crook hook to catch the loop so I could pull it up. The top zipper pull was less of a problem. I love the way the suit feels against my skin. The suit gently constricts itself around my entire body. All tactile and visual sensations are blunted by the suit. I wore a second hood under the zentai hood. It's made of black spandex with mesh covered eye holes. That way if I need to see better, I can pull down the zentai hood and still remain masked. What's the fun in wearing zentai if you're not anonymous? I loved the way it felt so much that I decided to sleep in it last night. I can't wait for the other two suits to arrive. The metallic black suit is already in the mail. It hasn't left China yet though. The camouflage suit is still being made. I'm considering wearing the camouflage zentai to the Bristol Renaissance Faire if I get a chance to go this year. While drinking wouldn't be much of a problem, eating poses some difficulties. I don't want to get food stains on my suit. Of course I could fill up before I go thus negating the need to eat there. I'll work things out when the time comes.

Zentai suits

As of this posting, I have three zentai suits on order; a standard black one, a metallic black one and a camouflage one. The first one should be arriving in the next day or two. This waiting is driving me nuts. I really want to see what it's like to wear one, to be totally enveloped inside it. Anonymous. I eventually would like to get more suits in different styles but this is a nice start. None of them will have eye or mouth openings as that would ruin the anonymity. I want to be featureless, blank. A hood with eye openings will be bought that I can wear under the zentai suit's hood for those instances where I need to see better. Come to think of it, I already have a spandex hood that might work. It has mesh screens over the eyes. I hope the measurements I gave them work. I want my zentai to fit nice and snug against my body like a second skin. I don't know if I'll be wearing them in public anytime soon. My fetishes have always been private matters that I've been reluctant to tell others about until recently. No one at work knows about this blog, my YouTube account or my Deviant Art account. The only people that know anything about them are people I've met through them. I prefer it that way. I confess though, that it might be interesting to go to the Renaissance Faire wearing the camouflage zentai. I wonder if it would draw as much attention as that time I wore the Viking helmet there. A YouTube friend suggested that I post some videos of me wearing my zentai to my YouTube account. Sounds like a cool idea. I won't show my face though. It's that whole anonymity thing. I'll also post some pics on the blog and maybe on Deviant Art. That's all for now. Mike

If Only for a Little While

If Only for a Little While

The sweet embrace of hempen bonds

Hug your body tight.

One would upon beholding you

Wonder about your plight.

Sealed lips so silken soft

Utter such wondrous sounds.

A sigh, a moan, a whimper.

You’re so pleasing when you’re bound.

Gentle caresses bathe your form.

Light kisses on your cheek.

I am your eternal lover.

Your pleasure’s all I seek.

Beautiful hetaera

The stars, upon you, smile.

I wish only to possess you.

If only for a little while.

Love Bondage

Love Bondage

Hempen webbing interlacing

The female form it is encasing.

Binding ankles, thighs and wrists

Around her body bends and twists.

Lying there in roped restraint

The woman offers ne’er a complaint.

And now the woman, still compliant

Let’s her mouth be rendered silent

By the gag that’s strapped in place

Highlighting the beauty of her face.

Your form, in bondage, now is rendered.

My love, to you, I have surrendered.

The Dream Malefic

The Dream Malefic

I dream the Dream Malefic.

A dream of terrors to come.

A nightmare to society.

A little of the old red rum.

I am the part malignant.

A part most black and vile.

Can you see me lurking there

Behind his cryptic smile?

I am his heart of madness.

The harbinger of hate.

The keening of the banshee

That foretells your final fate.

Such is the Dream Malefic.

The dream of terrors to come.

A fantasy for most.

Dark reality to some.

Status Quo & Status Woes

Status Quo

Live on your knees, conform.

Always obey the norm.

No honesty, reform

Or your mind we’ll deform.

Your thoughts are not free form.

Live on your knees, conform!

Status Woes

Die on your feet, rebel.

Posers belong in Hell.

We know the lies they tell.

Our anger they can’t quell

Until, in graves, they dwell.

Die on your feet, rebel!

Splinter in a Mind's I

Splinter in a Mind’s I

I’m losing all identity.

Why I can’t explain.

A subtle mental entropy

Erodes away my brain.

Fragmenting is reality

Like shards of broken glass.

I feel like I’m falling

Into a deep crevasse.

The terror is so numbing

That I cannot even scream

Is there no escape from

This nihilistic dream?

The hammer descends once again.

The splinters go off flying

I’m sinking ever downwards

And my sanity is dying.

I can’t fight off this madness

No matter how I try.

The reason is quite simple.

I’ve a splinter in my I.

Odds and Ends

Odds and Ends

Deprivation,

Mutilation.

Masochist’s delight.

Insulation,

Gravitation.

Unimportant, trite.

Motivation,

Exultation

Makes me want to write.

Automation

And Creation

Makes the world alright.

Not so Innocent Exile

Not so Innocent Exile

I’m the outcast pariah

The leper messiah

The eternally wandering fool.

I’m the object of scorn

You wished had never been born.

I’m Fate’s unwilling tool.

I’m the speaker of words

That have yet to be heard.

My soul you have defiled.

You accuse me of crimes

Using words so sublime

I stand before you reviled.

I want to make peace

But you tell me to cease.

We cannot be reconciled.

Forever will I be

The person that you see

The not so innocent exile.

Messiah Complex

Messiah Complex

If you seek deliverance.

I am here.

If oppression is your lot.

Do not fear.

Heed my words and you’ll be free.

Liberate

My plans are now in motion.

Orchestrate

Disobey and be enslaved.

Imprisoned

Follow me, know Paradise.

Envisioned

I’m the leader of mankind.

Messiah

Follow or be cast aside.

Pariah

Interlude

Interlude

No light, just dark.

No sound, but hark

What is that?

One soul’s despair.

Why should I care?

Let it rot.

You ask me why

I let it die.

It was mine.

If Mine Eye Offends

If Mine Eye Offends

If my words aren’t orthodox

Admonish me to silence.

If I can’t enforce the status quo

Grind me under with violence.

If I protest your tyranny

Convert me to your cause with pain.

If still I cannot see the light

Feel free to drive me insane.

If my philosophy’s nonsense

Then tell me what life’s all about.

And if mine eye offends thee

Then, by all means, tear it out.

Idle Thoughts

Idle Thoughts

Is what we see reality

Or is it all illusion?

Is there any sense of certainty?

Or is it all confusion?

There is no stability

Just chaos in profusion.

We’re ruled by insanity

And by our own delusions.

Eris Esoteric

Eris Esoteric

Reality

Thermoplastic

Not thermosetting.

The second law applies.

5=6

The Devil

The Rose and the Cross.

Get it?

How did Isis resurrect Osiris?

The Middle Pillar.

You figure it out.

Is it subjective objectivity

Or objective subjectivity?

Is this duplicity, complicity,

Synchronicity or conspiracy?

The Key

The Gate

The Guardian of the Gate.

One, all. All, one.

In the end there’s only chaos.

There is logic in everything.

Illogic

You can make sense of anything.

Nonsense.

“Is Eris true?”

“Everything is true.”

“Even false things?”

“Even false things are true.”

“How can that be?”

“I don’t know, man. I didn’t do it.”

Malaclypse the Younger, K.S.C.

Invoke often.

Banish often.

The Law of Opposites

The dichotomy of a concept

The True Rite of the Dying God

Yin-yang

The Sacred Chao

Identify fully with the victim.

Anything less than death,

That is complete oblivion,

Simply will not work.

One eye opening.

One hand clapping

Never whistle while you’re pissing.

Hail Eris. All hail Discordia.

O.M.F.

Ask me no questions

And I’ll tell you no lies.

The End. Fnord.

Azathoth

Azathoth

Insane piping

Distant flutes

Writhing chaos

Absolute.

Heart of Madness

Idiot god

Blind behemoth

Unnatural, odd.

Destructive power

Horror wrought

The Daemon Sultan

Azathoth

A Short Prayer

A Short Prayer

All praises be to acts of war.

Glorify

Read aloud the litany of hate.

Sanctify

Put thyself upon a pedestal.

Deify

Bring low all those not in your image.

Crucify

May they die a slow death.

Putrefy

Any means to get your ends.

Justify

A few Poems

  The next batch of posts will consist of some of the poetry I wrote back in high school. A few of them have been published in various poetry compendiums and one in a bondage magazine. Feel free to comment. Mike