Francois
Prowling thru the crowded night club the sounds of the music pulse thru my body like the essences of emotions pulse thru my veins. Bodies all around me writhe and undulate to the deep bass lines of the music. Emotions build. Lust, Anger, Jealousy abound. Sensing a particularly strong emotion coming from over in a booth in a dark corner I can't resist the urge to lick my lips as the need to aquire what is in that frail human body tries to consume me.
Moving quietly like a predator thru the jungle I draw no attention as I approach the table that holds a small petite beautiful female, full of anger and sadness. I stop beside the booth lingering for a moment before turning my gaze and charm upon her. With a smile I say to her lone figure, " Good Evening. I am Francois* As she looks up and smiles shyly I reach deep into the depths of her soul for what I seek and need.
Those words and my face will be the last thoughts she will have this eve.
Moving quietly like a predator thru the jungle I draw no attention as I approach the table that holds a small petite beautiful female, full of anger and sadness. I stop beside the booth lingering for a moment before turning my gaze and charm upon her. With a smile I say to her lone figure, " Good Evening. I am Francois* As she looks up and smiles shyly I reach deep into the depths of her soul for what I seek and need.
Those words and my face will be the last thoughts she will have this eve.
Gabriel
I remember thunder. I remember lighting. The most incredible light show I have ever seen. Because this time, I was a part of it.
I was delivered to Earth and this tangible plane in a surge of energy so bright and so strong that humans refer to it as lighting. A bolt of lightning.
Little do they realize that for each bolt of lighting their eyes behold, another angel descends to Earth. We are the messengers. We are the vessels of truth. We are sent here for a reason. Our army is larger then the worlds population. We are older then the Earth.
I was sent to this plane in a solid visible form. No longer simply energy and spirit. The landing was less then graceful we could safely say *smiles* I landed in a large container in a dark dank smelly alley. On the side of the container I saw the words, Enviromental Waste Management, as I climbed out.
I also am in a human form and naked. And missing my wings. Shaking my head to clear it, I fumble around and finally climb over the top of the large smelly container and fall over the edge to the wet hard concrete below. A rather painful and smelly beginning to my introduction to this world of humans and what they have reaped and sowed of what was given to them.
I am needed somewhere. Now I must concentrate and use my senses to find my assignment. My new senses tell me this new form is cold and wet and uncomfortable. And it has smells. All unfamilar sensations to me in my normal spirit form. And I now have an identifiable gender. In heaven, angels have no true gender. We are genderless and asexual. I look down and see my sex. I am male.
Picking myself up off the ground I head out of the alleyway towards the lights of the city and the noises of the humans and life on this planet.
I am ready to begin my new existance here among the humans that call upon us. I start my journey. I walk. No wings, remember?
I was delivered to Earth and this tangible plane in a surge of energy so bright and so strong that humans refer to it as lighting. A bolt of lightning.
Little do they realize that for each bolt of lighting their eyes behold, another angel descends to Earth. We are the messengers. We are the vessels of truth. We are sent here for a reason. Our army is larger then the worlds population. We are older then the Earth.
I was sent to this plane in a solid visible form. No longer simply energy and spirit. The landing was less then graceful we could safely say *smiles* I landed in a large container in a dark dank smelly alley. On the side of the container I saw the words, Enviromental Waste Management, as I climbed out.
I also am in a human form and naked. And missing my wings. Shaking my head to clear it, I fumble around and finally climb over the top of the large smelly container and fall over the edge to the wet hard concrete below. A rather painful and smelly beginning to my introduction to this world of humans and what they have reaped and sowed of what was given to them.
I am needed somewhere. Now I must concentrate and use my senses to find my assignment. My new senses tell me this new form is cold and wet and uncomfortable. And it has smells. All unfamilar sensations to me in my normal spirit form. And I now have an identifiable gender. In heaven, angels have no true gender. We are genderless and asexual. I look down and see my sex. I am male.
Picking myself up off the ground I head out of the alleyway towards the lights of the city and the noises of the humans and life on this planet.
I am ready to begin my new existance here among the humans that call upon us. I start my journey. I walk. No wings, remember?
Francois
My need and my hunger are humming thru my body and veins like a nest of angry bees. I will have to hunt soon. Too feed. Emotion. To have my fill of pure raw fear burning thru my body. Awww.........* I throw my head back and close my eyes feeling the sensations*
Francois
There is an old gardeners cottage on this property my parents owned for many years. I grew up here playing in the woods that surrounded our home that held more the feeling of a fortress for a child of my imagination. There being a high wall of stone circling the house with a creaking old iron gate that I was not allowed to go beyond without being with one of my parents. I knew something was different about our little family but as I had not come of age I didn't know the full extent of what was waiting for me when I did.
I regress down memory lane. I apologize. Anyway. I was remembering the gardeners cottage at the back of the property near the edge of the woods. He had a nice wife I remember. She would bake cookies and invite me in to sample them still warm from the oven. And their dog. A friendly Lab. He died. I was so distraught that for days I refused to come out of my room even upon threats by my father. That friendly dog was my best friend. My only friend.
Pushing open the old door on rusty hinges I squint my eyes as they adjust to the low light filtering thru the windows. My eyes fall on the table in the center of the room where I would play hours of Go Fish or checkers with the old gardener. Or sit and eat brownies and milk with the nice old lady.
They are buried out back now. Next to the dog. And next to my parents.
I turn and walk back outside into the bright light. I reach back and pull the old door shut. I leave the memories behind and I will return another day. Maybe I will bring some cards.
I regress down memory lane. I apologize. Anyway. I was remembering the gardeners cottage at the back of the property near the edge of the woods. He had a nice wife I remember. She would bake cookies and invite me in to sample them still warm from the oven. And their dog. A friendly Lab. He died. I was so distraught that for days I refused to come out of my room even upon threats by my father. That friendly dog was my best friend. My only friend.
Pushing open the old door on rusty hinges I squint my eyes as they adjust to the low light filtering thru the windows. My eyes fall on the table in the center of the room where I would play hours of Go Fish or checkers with the old gardener. Or sit and eat brownies and milk with the nice old lady.
They are buried out back now. Next to the dog. And next to my parents.
I turn and walk back outside into the bright light. I reach back and pull the old door shut. I leave the memories behind and I will return another day. Maybe I will bring some cards.
Gabriel
Happy Holiday from my padded room at the Lunatic Inn:
I hear murmurs of conversations thru the haze of my drugged stupor. Something about a holiday of Thanksgiving. I give thanks everyday to our creator and my boss the big guy. Not sure where he is right now. I'm in a room. Where its quiet. Or maybe I'm just unconscience most of the time. I tried to tell them. They didn't believe me I quess. You would think it would be obvious to the humans that I am an Angel. An ARCHANGEL at that. But alas, no wings.
I will try to tell you more of how I came to be here at another time. All I remember is walking out of that alley when I first arrived. Then a lot of flashing lights and nice men helping me into a moving box. And I tried to tell them my name and who I was. Maybe I need to speak slower.
Later then. Right now the nice lady is coming in with something for me. She talks so soothing. But I can sense her fear.
I give them the message but they hear not. I'm so sleepy now.
Have I been forsaken my father?
I hear murmurs of conversations thru the haze of my drugged stupor. Something about a holiday of Thanksgiving. I give thanks everyday to our creator and my boss the big guy. Not sure where he is right now. I'm in a room. Where its quiet. Or maybe I'm just unconscience most of the time. I tried to tell them. They didn't believe me I quess. You would think it would be obvious to the humans that I am an Angel. An ARCHANGEL at that. But alas, no wings.
I will try to tell you more of how I came to be here at another time. All I remember is walking out of that alley when I first arrived. Then a lot of flashing lights and nice men helping me into a moving box. And I tried to tell them my name and who I was. Maybe I need to speak slower.
Later then. Right now the nice lady is coming in with something for me. She talks so soothing. But I can sense her fear.
I give them the message but they hear not. I'm so sleepy now.
Have I been forsaken my father?
Asmodeus
My first baby pic with my new dad. And my first Halloween. My sister Xirena let me go live with Francois. I like long walks in the fog, kitty cats and Gummy Bears.
Gabriel
Break Me Down
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another nights sands end as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home
And it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out
All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shatered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to keep me out
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
To break me down
To break me down
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
http://youtu.be/lEie7HWLiL8
Far Fron Home
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another nights sands end as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home
And it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out
All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shatered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to keep me out
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
To break me down
To break me down
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
http://youtu.be/lEie7HWLiL8
Far Fron Home
Francois
Slipping thru the narrow streets under muted lights dusty with years of uncare I move like the fog on silent feet searching for what I need. What I want. What I desire. My very life depends on it.
Gabriel
I try to tell them. To remind them here in this place of dark and loneliness, that I am The Gabriel, sent from his highest, that delivered the message to Mary about her son that was to be born. To defeat Satan. And Satan was none to happy about it as you can see.
Why does no one believe me?
Oh. Thats right, I forgot.
No wings.
Why does no one believe me?
Oh. Thats right, I forgot.
No wings.
Francois
Time to leave this home behind. Where I grew up. Where my parents are buried out back. Where the old gardener and his wife and dog are buried. Where vines cover the buildings and moss covers the walks. The reflecting pool no longer reflects anything much other then memories.
I hear the whispers in town when I dare to venture out among humans. The glances from eyes in heads that jerk back as I catch the looks cast my way. Families that have lived here for years with children I grew up with wondering, questioning among themselves why I look so young while they age. Some familiar faces walk thru their day to day lives with pieces missing from their memories. Those were the lucky ones. I let them leave alive.
Don't look under the gardeners cottage floor.
I hear the whispers in town when I dare to venture out among humans. The glances from eyes in heads that jerk back as I catch the looks cast my way. Families that have lived here for years with children I grew up with wondering, questioning among themselves why I look so young while they age. Some familiar faces walk thru their day to day lives with pieces missing from their memories. Those were the lucky ones. I let them leave alive.
Don't look under the gardeners cottage floor.
Gabriel
I want to lay down and not rise again. I want to feel nothing and everything. Why can I not find what I never had. Or is it simply lost. If I lay down and disappear will it stop. I feel like a rat in a wheel. I run but get nowhere. I make no difference. Gone.
Francois
Coming from the realtors office again, I look up at the sky and see clouds gathering. We're in for a snow storm by the feel of it. Good. My kind of weather. Drives the humans indoors and in to the bars where they are easy pickings. Not outside in parks and malls strolling around where everyone can see every movement or hear every scream.
House hunting is going slow. Finding just the right new dwelling is not what I enjoy. Smiling at the realtor, playing nice, when the entire time she is talking all I'm thinking about is how nice she would look locked up in my cellar, screaming in fear and feeding me what I need.
Hmm..... damn......now I"m hungry. Better run. Oh. Not me. YOU.
House hunting is going slow. Finding just the right new dwelling is not what I enjoy. Smiling at the realtor, playing nice, when the entire time she is talking all I'm thinking about is how nice she would look locked up in my cellar, screaming in fear and feeding me what I need.
Hmm..... damn......now I"m hungry. Better run. Oh. Not me. YOU.