Ending Time

A second will past

A moment will fade

The things that we have

Will vanish into a haze

The people we knew

Will age

Will change

Will be morn

Will be forgotten

As it is

As it was

As it always has

Time passes

People forget

Soon these words

Will be fresh in your mind

Soon these words

Will grow old

And it too

Shall be gone


Is the greatest enemy

Of mankind

The Perfect Woman CH 2

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Chapter 2

Hopeless Romantic

She looked outside her apartment window hoping to see Gerard’s blue Honda Civic pulling down the street, it was already eight, and no sign of him. She cradle her cell in her hand as she whistled out of+ nerves. As long as they’ve been dating he’d never been late, he was a very punctual person.

Gerard had gotten off from work at six, he never enjoyed working the graveyard shifts at the docks, even if they did pay the overtime. There were nights he would come home to her and just rant about how unfair they treated him and how they would always keep passing him up for promotions. She always felt the urge to tell him to quit, she knew how smart he was, and how gifted of a painter he was as well. It drove her mad to see his gift be wasted on such a place. But she knew it was better to let him realize this on his own, pushing someone never worked in life, and no matter what path he chose she would stick by him till the end.

She wonder if she should text him or not, the last thing she wanted to do was sound pushy or seem upset, but apart of her argued how could she not, she was dressed like a princess for this special night. She wore her red dress, the same one she had bought the first time they went dancing, she remember how he called her a goddess as they nestled together and slow danced to Michael Bolton. To top it off she wore her mothers favorite earrings, the same ones her mother wore as Lisa’s father purposed to her. Her mother had passed them on to Lisa to wear when she felt the moment was going to come, for good luck.“ There’s always something in the air, you can just feel it.” Her mother would always recount that story with so much passion when she was growing up.

Now that she stared so intensely outside, she could feel the tears crawling their way up. She had invested herself too emotionally for this night, she felt like she had no one but herself to blame. She let the thoughts of marriage over take her, when perhaps there was none at all. “ Nice going, dummy.” She kept glaring outside the window, she knew this wasn’t like him to just forget or even call if he was going to be late. She could only hope nothing had happened to him.

Sorry GOT CAUGHT UP, But look out at your window ;)

Her cell vibrated with the message, she fumble with the phone to see who it was , she smiled and thanked God for giving her this night. She stared out the window but didn’t see his car, there was a black Ford Focus parked outside, but no sign of Gerard. Lisa texted back, “ Where are you?”

See the Focus outside?

“ My baby has a new car !” she said out loud, loud enough that the next store neighbor pounded on the walls. “ Stupid paper thin walls.” Lisa grumbled

She locked the door to her apartment and raced down the stairs to see her man’s new car. She whistled at the brand new vehicle like a construction worker would whistled at a woman walking down his path. Gerard came out with his hair freshly cut, a nice black suit and tie. Lisa stepped back to soak in the image of him, he never looked more handsomer in his life, she could feel her knees go weak at the sight.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in, giving her a kiss and slowly caressing her face to see those cheeks turn red. “ You’re so easy to make blush.” He teased her as they pulled away slowly.

“ Shut up.” She covered her face into his chest trying to deny the truth. Once the blushing faded away, she slowly met his gaze. “ I could look at those eyes all day.” She said to him. There was excitement in them, Lisa could tell , they always seem to shine when he had something cleverly planned.

“ This is not the surprise.” He pointed at the car. “ I swear on my door mat.” He reassured.

It wouldn’t bother her if it was, just being with him seemed like the world got a little better and things weren’t all gloom and doom. She smiled and ran her hand through his black hair. “ I can’t tell you how much you mean to me.” she passionately let those words slip out of her mouth, they weren’t rehearsed, they weren‘t meant to please him, they were just the truth and he could see that.

He swallowed his emotions, he was never good at telling people how he felt, but Gerard knew Lisa was different. He took her hands into his and said “ You mean the world to me, you have such a beautiful heart, I’m a lucky man that you came into my life, you have no idea how many nights I spent looking for someone like you.” Gerard eyes began to tear up.

Lisa knew he was the one, there would never be anyone else like him, he was her soul mate, her missing piece to fill the hole in her heart. She kissed him, holding him tightly, never wanting to let him go.

They both laughed as they slowly pulled away. “ So, where are we going ?” Lisa asked, wiping away the lipstick she smeared on him.

“ Madam, if you get in the car, I will give you a night that you shall not forget.”

“ Then drive me away, my good man. “ She said with a breathless voice.

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A serial killer plagued with an idea to find his ideal woman, has taken to the streets of New York to harvest the body parts of the women he has romanced and fallen in love with, to paste together his perfect woman, all to end the demon inside him.  This killer is unlike others, he's avoided the attention of the NYPD by making his victims look like love struck girls, running to disappear from their lonely broken lives.  Unaware to the killer, two unlikely souls, Karen & Peewee, have taken the cause to investigate and put an end to the string of disappearances. Their search will lead them down a dark path, one that will bring Karen's own demons into the light.  But they are not the only ones that have crossed paths with the killer, Lieutenant Detective Brian Klecko was the first one to investigate the first missing victim, a case that crippled his soul and put his sanity into question as he falls deeper into a black abyss that temps him to become a monster this world has ever seen.

Red Revolution Chapter 2 Mark Of The Beast

Chapter 2

Mark Of The Beast

Men come in, dropping the rings that they wore tightly on their fingers. Pretending to be a single man, held by no chains, no family obligations to be seen, these men love to pretend to be free. Wagging their dollars, calling out the women that past them by. Each seductress eying what poor fool is holding the most in their hand, the man they will give one minute of pleasure, then lead them out of the brothel, were they will slumber back into the street with a smile, and a burden on their shoulders as they sneak back into their home. With a wife that will see the signs, even after they shower and shower, to wash away the stench of another juice all over their flesh.

All seem eager for lust, for a kiss, for sex. But not him, the one in the corner, twirling the gold coin, tossing it in the air, remembering the night the Devil tossed the coin to his feet. “ Something for your mother’s service.” He kept the coin with him, never letting it go, never letting slip from his hand. This was his only this thing he had from the Devil, the only proof that he existed, when others debated his existence in life.

He waited for him to show, Stella the dancing sexual queen, the one that promised to lure the Devil out with her flesh and meat, something he found as a treat. She promised on her grave, she would not show her face till she brought what he so wanted to claim.

How he waited for this day to come, so many years, so many restless nights trying to find that evil that flew away into the night. Now to have it here, to have it near, he exactly knew how he would react when that evil step through that door. He would hand him the same coin he gave to him that night, put the blade under his neck, smile wide as he did, and see the blood gush side to side.

Minutes elapsed, till she walks through the door, soaking wet. A storm had come. She watches him from afar, nods her head, doesn’t meet his gaze.

The man holds the coin tightly to his fist, muttering these words under his breath. “ Tonight you shall come, as you did into my life, tonight you will die, as I died that night.”

The door swings open, everyone in the room falls silent as the night. The man that has entered is not the Devil, but just a mere puppet that was with him that night, the man that was begging and waiting his turn to enter this poor man’s mother insides. A round man, long mutton chops, rotting teeth, a gold chain with Jesus pressed to his chest, with a large dark coat that hung on him like his soul.

Stella runs to him, shock in her face, she falls to the ground as this man graces her present. “I thought he would come, I called for him, sir, did he not answer my call?”

The man spits on top of her, showing her the kindness he will show her, and anyone that lays in front of him. “ No wench, he does not answer you, nor does he answer any man. You call him, but what do you have to offer, just use used abused skin, what makes you think he would rise from the ground just to answer a filthy thing that gives herself to any man?”

Stella picks her head, fear in those eyes, just like everyone who mutters a prayer, hoping this evil will leave and let them be. Not a single one dares to bat an eye at him. “ Forgive me, I thought he would come, I thought I held a place in his heart.”

The man laughs and snickers at her. “ You will pay for this, this is why I am here. You call on such a man, waste his time, demand!” He growls at her with those busted teeth. “ You must be taught to learn your place in this world, as all of you should!” He screams at the people here, they all bow their heads.

Stella cries for mercy as her hair is pulled by the brute “ Forgive me sir, please I beg you to forgive.”

He laughs like a mad man, dragging her like a doll. “ No, no, every whore has to learn her mistake, it’s time you learn yours.” Taking her out to the cold, far from a place she called home.

The man in the corner follows behind, people gasp knowing he follows the cold chill that runs through the room.

The Perfect Woman CH 1

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Slower and slower

Every second was torture, Lisa spent the better part of work staring at the clock on the wall from her desk, praying it would jump from eleven to five miraculously, so she could run home for a quick shower before her date with Gerard. She was dying to know what surprise he had for her. Her mind raced with the image of him popping the question, with a band hidden behind the bushes that he had paid for the night, all waiting to come out and serenade her with her favorite song, “ All I have to do is dream” by the Everly Brothers. This was a fantasy she had picture in her mind a million times with her past relationships, before they burn to the ground, but this was different, Gerard was different, He wasn’t like the others.

The image of marriage wasn’t a stretch to fantasize about either, they had been going out for six months, something she hadn’t bother telling her mother on the train, she didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up, then have to break the bad news of another failed relationship. Better to have them think she only invested weeks in him, rather than months.

Her images of white flowers, wedding bells and hidden bands behind bushes were interrupted when her brain dead co-worker Jackie came over to her desk. “ Hey, girly.” Every word out of her mouth sounded so fake, it pained Lisa to listen. She flashed her new red heels and the new mini skirt that she claimed to “ bought with my own sweat and blood“. Lisa knew the new skirt was a gift from their boss Larry Saxon. Saxon was the owner and founder of Saxon In Law, he was a balding old man with enough money to afford a yacht, a private home uptown and the love of his secretary.

Everyone at the office knew of the romance. Jackie was twenty-eight, perky breast, thin and easy, everything a married man like Saxon wanted, as long as Jackie kept her mouth shut to Harriet Saxon, his wife of forty years. Jackie had no reason to blab, she was getting paid double her salary, did no paper work, her job was suck the bosses cock, and word around the water cooler was that Saxon had rented her a new apartment just a few blocks from the office. Work and a quick fuck, what every man wanted.

Jackie bragged about how her father had sent her money this week, a lie to cover her affair, Lisa almost gagged on her own saliva from it. She continued on how she found some great deals at Forever21, she even threw in the idea of them having lunch together sometime. All Lisa could muster as a response was “ uh-huh” as her mind turned to mush.

The conversation seem to go on for eternity ,which was killing every bit of Lisa’s poor soul, only to be saved from a blessing in disguise as their boss Mr. Saxon called Jackie into his office so she could take “notes”, no doubt from under the desk. Lisa was a pro in knowing the signs already, his office blinds were sealed shut, his voice crackled like a teen hitting puberty when he spoke, it all meant Jackie was about to earn her paycheck.

Hours passed and lunch had arrived. Mr. Saxon order take out for the entire staff, his way of buying the silence of his team. Lisa didn’t want to fill up because of her date later tonight. Some of her co-workers teased her for trying to starve herself, they joked around, teasing her that she wanted to be a model, that a gram cracker and water was her daily regiment to reach her perfection. Far from it, Lisa was a curvy girl and darn proud of it. She just had a salad and a diet coke, to silence her co-workers mouths, but not the rumors.

She stared intensely at the cell, hoping Gerard would text her a love note, joke, or what are you thinking about text. Anything to brighten her mood. No such luck. “ You suck.” She put the phone back in her purse.

One of the young paralegal’s named Bradley came over to Lisa’s desk to flirt with her, they all seemed to walk in an odd way when they attended to flirt, it was like they had something cram up their butt cheeks, they called it swagger, to her it was just mortifying, especially coming from the whitest people you could imagine. Since she’d been working here, she couldn’t help but notice that all the white preppy wannabe lawyers looked alike and acted in the same manner, same dull sense of humor, same suits, same chiseled model faces. There was Bradley, Chad, Brad, Billy, Bruce and Berry, she had a hard time telling them apart, she just knew it was Bradley because of his thick eyebrows.

Bradley complemented her on her stunning outfit, which he described as pricy. Lisa wasn’t quite sure if she should tell him that she bought her clothes from a thrift store around the corner of her apartment.

He continued to serenade her, while Lisa ponder if this fell into the category of sexual harassment, the bells of a big pay day rang in her head. With minutes of woo and one line zingers, but no crack in her armor, he gave up and moved on to another girl in the office.

Bradley’s advances wasn’t his fault. Lisa always kept her private life away from her work, not a single co-worker knew she was dating or if she had someone in her life. She was just the happy go lucky secretary who was always on time and knew where things were. “ The Radar of this MASH unit “ Mr. Saxon would always call her. Lisa had no idea who that was until she googled the terms Radar and Mash, she wasn’t a small balding man with glasses, but she sort of saw the complement.

Finally the end of the day had arrived, she had finished all the paper work on her desk, e-mailed and faxed every important document to keep everyone updated and ready for the next day. She was the first out of the door, she said her goodbyes and told them all she would see them tomorrow. Perhaps she would return as an engaged woman. She smiled at the notion as she walked out of the elevator and headed to catch the train. She sent her love a text. “ I’m ready for tonight, I can’t wait for the surprise *kiss*

The Perfect Woman: Prologue

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Mom, you would love him,” Lisa Donner spoke into her cell phone, as she pushed through the morning herd of angry and disgruntle New Yorkers, as she conversed with her mother Maggie. A morning routine they both had establish ever since Lisa had moved to New York. “He’s funny, intelligent…” This was the only quality time they got to spend together. Lisa always made the trip home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but seeing how the economy was nowadays, money was tight for her to take more frequent trips to the West Coast. Her mother understood this, and she was willing to do whatever it took to be apart of her daughter’s life, even if it meant waking up at five in the morning. “and he loves me for who I am.”

“Where did you guys meet?” Her mother fought off the yawns that crept up.

Lisa could hear her walking around the kitchen, preparing to make herself a pot of coffee over the phone. “At the Metropolitan Museum of Art, we just met a few weeks back,” Lisa giggled. “I was just standing there admiring The Head of the Virgin, and he stands beside me, not looking at me or trying to hit on me, his thoughts, his focus are lost with the painting. So I join him, and in the moment we’re praising DaVinci’s work, I can feel us connect, it’s like we’re talking to each other but not a single word is said. It’s the painting, it’s us, it’s all connected.” She was running breathless as she relived each second. “The moment we have enough, he turns and looks at me, Mom, those eyes, oh my God, Just breath taking.”

Maggie smiled on the other end as her daughter swooned. It was so good to hear some joy in her daughter’s voice, It was even a godsend just to picture her happy with another person. Lisa always settle for those hotheaded boyfriends, the ones that could never understand, never treat her as she deserved. The last boyfriend, Craig, especially did a number on Lisa. He not only ripped out her poor daughter’s fragile heart he took her for granted, made her pay all of his expenses, and all the while he was fucking her best friend behind her back. Of course, when things finally did end between the two of them, he came out of it playing the perfect victim. It had been nearly two years since Lisa had dated anyone, let alone someone who seemed to make her so happy.

“What’s his name?” Maggie asked.

“Gerard,” Lisa swooned as his name came out of her mouth.

“Well, I’m excited for you, You deserve to be happy. Just remember to take things slow this time, honey.” Maggie cringed as the words escaped her mouth. Love should never feel like walking on thin ice, waiting for something to go wrong. But she couldn’t bare her daughter be hurt once more.

“Mom,” Lisa sighed. “I just…I really think he could be….” It scared Lisa to even say it out loud. The moment they laid eyes on each other at the museum, she felt her life become whole, she knew there and then, she had found her missing part to the puzzle. “The one.”

Maggie prayed with all her might that was true. “Just give it time.” She said to her.

“You could get to see him this Thanksgiving, I told him about you, and he’s dying to meet you, and Dad of course. F.Y.I he‘s drop dead gorgeous, tall and slick black hair.”

Maggie could almost see her daughter smile from across the phone. It made her heart flutter

“Wow, what a hottie.” She teased her daughter. “Well,you tell that handsome young fellow,that we can’t wait to see him either.”

“Will do. I‘m almost at my stop, I have to go. I love you, talk to you tomorrow?”

Her mother always hated this part, the goodbyes; it almost seemed that this would be the last time she got to hear her daughter’s voice. Her husband always said that she was too attached to Lisa, she was the youngest, it was in her instinct to protect her baby, who at twenty-four left to take a job as a secretary at a law firm in New York. Exploring the world for the very first time on her own, something Maggie could never see herself do, deep inside she was proud of her daughter of being so brave, venturing the world on her own two feet. She knew one day Lisa would come back, Thanksgiving was only six months away after all, but the wait was what killed her. “Of course, sweetie. I love you.”

“Love you , Bye.” Lisa had to be the one to hang up, her mother would always stay on the line, never wanting to let go. She could still remember the time they spent crying over the fact that she was moving to N.Y. it was as if there was a death in the family. Some parents would jump for joy at the thought of sending their kids out to the world and out from under their roofs. But It just wasn’t like that with her family, you were always welcomed to stay. Her older brother Jeffery was a perfect example, thirty-four, unemployed, whose weekly regimen was internet porn and cam chats with Asian girls from overseas. A pot head who could never keep his perspective of reality, always being booked on something, only to be bailed by their father. But not once did the thought of tossing him out to the streets ever crossed their mind, he was their son, he was welcome to live with them from here to the end of time.

<3 U

Her morning text from Gerard, which lit up her face like a Christmas tree.

I’ve got a special treat for you tonight ;)

Lisa did her best to contain the excitement flowing through her. She texted him back immediately. “Really, what is it ?”

Now, what would be the fun in that ?

Gerard was such a tease, never wanting to ruin a surprise. She texted back. “Ur so bad : – ) I can’t wait. Where should we meet?”

I’ll pick you up at your place, once I get off work

“I love you.” She texted and said out loud at the same time, feeling the love radiate through her body. Lisa was feeling such a high that she decided to share her joy with an elderly old woman sitting right beside her. “I’m in love, it’s the best feeling in the world.” Out of all the people in the train, Lisa could see in this old woman’s eyes that she knew what she felt, perhaps she had even said those exact words in the same seat to her soul-mate, that had surely passed away by now and waiting for her on the other side. “I wish you could relive this feeling.”

The elderly woman stared at Lisa for a good three hard seconds before flipping her off and saying a few kind words herself, “Fuck off, you noisy cunt.” Lisa’s jaw dropped, this was not what she was expecting. “The same feeling you feel, is what I feel when I take a shit.” She rose from her seat, pushing the people aside as she hobbled her way down to the next cart, hoping to get as far from Lisa disease loving heart.

“ Fucking old bat.” Lisa slowly whispered in shock. “Oh, who cares, I’m in love.” She giggled out loud, tossing away the bad moment in a heartbeat, as the train had arrived at the station.

You Will Not Win

You tell me to keep my objections


Or I will fall

I can’t believe

What I saw today

Not sure I can see

Not sure I can understand

What is becoming law

Is this the end of it all

Is this how it will end

A bill

A law

That says

You will not win

If I close my eyes

And pretend it’s alright

Will it hold

Will it hold

But I fear these wrongs

Will not make things right

But what can I do

But what can I say

When the cities are burning

And here I am

Holding my words down

As the laws that are born

begin to kill

begin to destroy

Every man

Every woman

Tell me why?

When the racist

When the greed

When the blood

Has a home

And I stand in shame