Bless The Vampires
Dark Collection
Frank F. Atanacio
In The Last Days....
We Bless The Vampires.....
For Laura Kimber and Noel
Table Of Content:
1- Woefully Inadequate 2- Back Into God’s Light 3- Proof Of God
4- Physical Fear 5- About Desire 6- Birth-Cry
7- A Blue Print 8- Seemingly Through Space 9- Days Work
10- Total Absolution To Darkness 11- Murder 12- Suicide
13- Something Happened 14- Reality 15- The Fresh Kill
16- His Bride 17-Jenny, The Angel 18- Voices
19- Hungry Children 20- She Was In The Darkness 21-The Ghost Is Dead
22- Hunger Calls 23- Visibly Puzzled 24-Choosing...
25- Blaming The Beasts 26- Vile Trickery 27- Come Sunday
28- No Sound At All 29- All Gone 30- Man Found A Cure
31- Some Twisted 32- A Love 33- Tortured
34- Praying For A Future 35- Bless The Vampires 36- Slain
37- No Bravado 38- This Game
39- A Force Demeanor Of Casualness 40- Should Their Souls Meet Again
41-Lovers? 42- Different And So Divine 43- Doubt
44- One Deliberate Beat 45- His Soul Fills The Sky 46- Flood Of Blood
47- The Wonders In Me 48- Mocked Laughter 49- Moment In Heaven
50- Diluted The Terror 51- Waiting For Common Sense 52- A Cold Cry
53- Jolt Of Hope 54- Liberty Torch 55- The Idea Was Appalling
56- The Garden 57 - Breeze Of Flesh 58- Hope Is The Seed
59- Peculiar Brush With Death 60- Tamed 61- Destined To Collide With Greatness
62- His Stare 63- Shot 64- An Ache 65- Sea Ghost Cradles
66- Screaming Instincts 67- Completely Efficient 68- Life Stalls
69- Forbidding Death 70- So I Guess It Seems 71- The Perfect Woman
72- My Idea Of Perfection 73- Humanity Worn Away 74- Last Days
75- He Cries, He Tries 76 The Vampire 77- God’s Panoramic View
78- Shared Look 79- Birthday... 80- She Played The Fool At Every Turn
81- Blessed 82- God’s Dark Eyes Were Somber 83- Die Alone
84- An Image In A Bottle
Woefully Inadequate
After the holy battled moved,
the Angels staggered onward,
climbing mountains that had looked immense
only a few days ago,
stars darkened and streams of blood would flow.
No matter how mighty the fight,
and how dark the night,
God knew that the human army couldn’t protect his Kingdom alone,
battles fought, with honor and with grace,
death and hunger these humans would face,
God sent more angels when he heard frightened voices,
putting their lives down,
blood everywhere, blanketing the ground.
They needed God’s help in any shape,
because they looked woefully inadequate to continue the fight,
the humans seemed relieved to have been joined by more Angels,
offering light to the night,
and feeling the warmth from God’s love
as the white wings filled the skies above.
Backing Into God’s Light
The lonely Angel fought the pangs of hunger,
he has wasted years of blood and sweat in the dark battle,
but he didn’t mind it at all,
God gave him a signal, and he had answered the call.
he would fight for God until the very end,
he was dedicated and full of faith,
although he was injured in the battle,
he did not let on,
God could tell from watching his agonizing gait,
but the Angel knew it would be far more painful to lose,
his injuries would heal after a few hours of sleep,
he just knew that he couldn’t give up protecting God’s sheep,
so fighting would only free the bright light,
it gave him the strength that filled his might,
and he would not surrender, and he didn’t give up,
because when the dark fills his night,
death would have him backing into God’s light.
Proof Of God
Suddenly angry,
his voice sounding tight,
yellow flashes scarred the night,
his aggravation was coming through,
and no one else knew what to do.
Then there came a new attack,
torpedoes, bombs, gun-fire, and littered bodies
put soldiers on their backs.
The General looked toward the crowded skies,
and the proof of God was in his eyes,
no longer angry, and there was no sign of weakness,
he heard God’s call,
his weapons dropped, he was not competitive,
and his enemies soon would fall.
In that moment, God reached out,
his men confused, but did not shout,
they laid their weapons by their feet,
no fighting, yet there was a defeat,
and without a sound they took God’s hand,
calm, collective, and God’s whisper became a command.
Physical Fear
Hope was detected in her heart,
accepting the heat and defeat,
crossing her fingers,
and rising to her feet,
she closed her eyes tight,
silence filled the air,
no noise, and no fright,
warm tears
had disappeared,
it was a peaceful calm that filled her head,
no more killing, and no more dead,
but then she opened her eyes,
peace lasted for just that brief time,
as she gazed around,
bodies all over the ground,
a weary, and tired woman
slumped against a dirty building,
fell back to her knees,
her expression became grim,
smoke was heavy, still she took a breath,
lack of oxygen, and her skin searing
silence was still there,
but it was because she lost her hearing,
and rushing back was the horrible emotions and the physical fear.
About Desire.
His desire,
her desire,
no desire,
to desire,
he sung
she sung,
they sung,
one voice,
her body bending,
his body bending,
twisting together,
one body,
one act.
Birth-Cry
Birth-Cry
Pregnant,
as she burned from the crash,
in labor,
on the way down,
heart pounding,
water broke,
heard the birth cry,
lungs soaked.
A Blueprint
Small frame
soft name,
tiny breasts,
dark skin.
Long hair,
flows back,
touching the flesh,
gently on her
lower back.
Dark eyes,
prefect smile,
woven into a
pretty face.
A blueprint of beauty,
right before our eyes,
catch it quickly,
before it dies.
Seemingly through Space
The Vampire stood at a viewpoint
gazing at the stars.
They were utterly still--cold,
harsh light without Earth's atmosphere
to make it twinkle.
Nuclear explosion nearly destroyed the Earth
several years ago,
and now the images are left unperturbed
No where to feed,
no one to bleed,
Now traveling seemingly through space,
looking, haunting,
remembering he doesn't die,
no cure,
no pure,
only to endure,
The Vampire's cry.
Day's Work
The creature banked furiously,
slamming his opponent forward,
gushing blood,
ripping flesh,
and all in a day's work.
The fight had no particular grace,
only fury,
only anger,
and the night sky- a witness,
and all in a day's work.
His opponent hit him twice,
shattering bones,
and crushing muscle,
but he had to stay strong,
losing,
could make everything go wrong.
Total Absolution To Darkness
Images floated in front of him,
after years of casting out demons,
he gave total absolution to darkness,
without realizing it.
The devil walked into the confessional,
searching for forgiveness,
with the eyes of a child,
and the soul of an Angel,
he was granted his wish.
Total absolution to darkness made him weak,
he couldn't care for his flock,
anguish is what he seeks,
in the floating darkness,
he released the knife,
sinking, and falling from grace,
damned for taken his own life.
Someone should have given him absolution....
Murder
The killing persisted,
bloody stains on the sheets,
just so many ways too die,
it can open up anyone’s eye,
car-crashes, suicides,
homicides, matricides,
genocides,
all torments,
all evil,
all murder,
one way or another,
and anyway you look,
there’s just no closing the book,
and by whose words?
Bible, Man, God?
Suicide
His mind tangled in infinite directions,
the moment he felt time slip past,
it was all revealed to him,
he understood the patterns,
as he collapsed toward the ground,
although his heart didn't quite make the jump.
Life lost meaning at the time,
unconcerned,
and lonely,
unhampered,
because during his fall,
his life was being redefined,
frantic and out of his mind,
he tried to alter his steps,
but he was dimly too late.
Suicide....
can't turn back now.
Something Happened
We walked into a Library,
books
are all off the shelves,
and magazines
by our feet,
something happened,
in the section of defeat.
Reality
He was crouched on the street,
holding his bloody friend,
speaking softly,
after the gunfire.
Cradling life like a child,
it ends so foolishly,
but it's so precious,
to some.
The boom of another shot
rang in his ears,
felt a thump against his chest,
another one down,
it was him,
frightened,
then he fell limp,
grasping for reality.
Reality?
The Fresh Kill
The blood splashed against the vampire's face,
blinding him only seconds before his teeth
could enter the wound,
drinking,
feeling the joy of a kill running through his veins,
the harsh,
stinging teeth,
caught his victim by surprise.
Its flowing,
salty flavor,
filling his mouth and nostrils,
like luke-warm gargling water used to clear
the throat.
Damn!
He cursed silently,
as the drink is no more,
one victim down,
and there should be more to score.
His Bride
Soft skin beneath his hands,
and warmth filling his mind.
The sight of her made him tremble,
her body tormented
in ways he couldn't describe.
He reached for his bride,
and wondered what had happened,
her wedding gown moist,
perhaps even damp,
as he continued ripping it,
his hands catching her back,
and he was touching her flesh.
A muffled cry,
a tear in his eye,
and the realization that he wasn't dreaming,
he shook so violently,
and she looked at the sky and howled.
Jenny, The Angel
She brushed up against him,
and the faint smell of her
perfume made his nose twitch.
It was a rare
and exotic fragrance,
with plenty of tenderness,
and plenty of care.
He thought more clearly,
when she faded away,
his hands reaching,
but touching nothing.
She collected her thoughts,
and his soul,
gently as
he accepted death finally,
so rest in peace.
Voices
The voices had nearly died down,
the wounds nearly healed,
the planet was crammed to capacity.
Lines of somber faces gazed up
at a God created by man,
to bail us out,
to save our sinking ship,
as through their eyes the stars
gently blurred.
The voices of past lives
warned us,
showed us,
but we did not listen.
The Voices of the past dead whispered in our ears,
gently,
with meaning,
without fear.
The ghost of time has never captured our attention,
it leads the way,
and we follow,
no one will stay, no matter how hard we pray.
The voices of the living go unheard.
Hungry Children
Hungry children,
cry quietly,
for food,
for love,
for God’s breath of silence.
Hungry children,
the calls
the falls,
the hidden laughter,
the hidden silence,
hear the whispers,
the deaths,
all hungry children,
closed your eyes,
hear the cries,
all hungry children...
She Was In The Darkness
The Vampire stood sheepishly amid
the darkness of her room,
he then glided briskly,
and then froze in his tracks.
The woman stared at her feet,
unable to meet his eyes,
deadly darkness,
cold and lifeless.
Awkward and a bit embarrassing,
the Vampire leaned forward,
kissed the woman on the cheek,
and fled without a good-bye.
The Vampire that fears the woman,
no way to confirm it,
she was in the darkness
and the Vampire was gone.
The Ghost Is Dead
The ghost is dead,
no bloodshed,
no fan-fare,
no worries,
no care.
The ghost expired,
the humans won,
They challenged the unknown,
and they covered the sun,
here was no losing,
and certainly no fun.
Hunger Calls
The un-dead
looked at the young woman
with his bloodthirsty anticipation,
watching her,
preparing for what matters,
to him,
not her.
No longer necessary to fight,
she gave up,
too bad,
he thought
but hunger calls...
Visibly Puzzled
A frail,
gray bearded vampire
at under a tree,
his sharpened canines ground
together in exasperation.
His young student left without him,
to conquer the world,
he scratched his head,
visibly puzzled.
How could the young be so evil,
and how could they be so cruel?
No honor entered the dishonorable student,
he struck the teacher, from behind,
ripped and clawed at him angrily,
he blew the teacher away with one breath,
visibly puzzled, exasperated,
he clenched his fists so tightly,
that his nails ate away at his palms.
But he could not defend the honor of being a teacher,
because the student he taught was much too strong.
Choosing...
Death sat between Heaven and Hell,
flinched visibly,
waiting to choose,
as he looked up at dancing Angels,
and down at fire-breathing dragons.
Exotic breeds of animals everywhere above,
tortured souls and mutilated bodies below,
sour expressions,
he brought his hands together
and bowed,
submitting himself,
committing himself,
reliving the past,
he then chooses.
Death capered back and forth,
choosing carefully,
choosing wisely,
choosing nevertheless,
all in an eternal mess,
choosing Hell,
but who could really tell?
Blaming The Beast
Mother's grief,
disaster,
blaming the beast,
hurl curses
and invective at him.
Poison at her feet,
demons at the door,
deep breathing,
deep breath,
waiting for the confrontation,
and for the beast to sabotage the peace.
Emotions run high,
deep breathing,
deep breath,
watching the mother weep,
disaster at her feet,
and everyone keeps blaming the beast.
Vile Trickery
Although the teenage girl could not see his face,
his voice sounded sincere,
he called to her,
there was no fear,
at first,
so she listened.
His voice rumbled from somewhere deep within,
changed all of a sudden,
without a warning,
without a blame,
her heart was in a vise so tight,
no light could ever be so bright.
She looked up at him,
open defiance written all over her face,
his heart darkened,
so she fell to her knees.
Vile trickery,
he turned on the girl,
she protested, moving back, extended fingernails,
crushed her neck,
as she fell through the crack,
and blinded by vile trickery.
Come Sunday
" Father, I have sinned, forgive me."
Paying twenty dollars
for a ten dollar whore,
in a broken down motel room,
he closed the door.
Honorable acts went out the window,
woman on her back,
with no love in the heart,
just collecting her pay
for doing her part.
Come Sunday,
the Lord's time he gave for rest,
no worries today,
he has my back...
" Father, forgive me again, for I have sinned...."
No Sound At All
There was no sound,
there was no sound at all,
no one whistling,
no one calls,
there was no sound,
no sound at all.
A muffled cry,
a tear in the eye,
she shook violently,
but made no sound,
no thunder,
no pound,
there was no sound at all.
Her hands cupped over her ears,
her face wet with tears,
but there was no cry,
only wet eyes,
and no sound,
no sound at all,
no one caring,
suddenly she realized,
she lost her hearing.
All Gone
The sights that they see,
the sounds that they hear,
the feelings that they feel,
all gone when death arrives.
Motives,
none,
Love,
done,
the feeling that they feel,
all gone when death arrives.
Man Found A Cure
Ten
nine
eight
seven
six
five
four
three
two
one,
At last,
Man found a cure,
and this time for sure.
Some Twisted
Twisted,
nothing left to see,
twisted minds,
nothing left for thinking,
only darkness,
and the loss of time.
He enters the room,
windows fogged,
markings left,
and the pillow is kicked to the floor.
Nightmares,
sometimes it's what she needs,
some twisted,
some free.
A Love
There is a love in my life,
that gives me a.......
Well........
a pen in my hand,
a poem in my mind,
a mind in my soul,
a warmth in my heart,
a bounce to my step,
a light to my dark,
a flame from a spark
a kiss to my cheek,
a smile to my face,
a success and it shows,
and she's an angel