Archive for fear

Colossal Urban Sin

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Colossal skyscrapers of sin in neon lights as Virgo Amethyst searched the city with wonder.

People going merrily on their business with some covert agenda under their skin.

It’s night through the windows. Actions are yet to appeal the pleasure principle.

None wouldn’t fast from doom. The show must go on as if the one had the last laugh too soon.

Knowledge is power when you know nothing but being in the moment.

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What’s your journey?

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Grisly World of Horrors

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , on 03/15/2017 by Alvin Pinkney

As I sit and write this blog, killing the boredom. I come to find there is no place like horrors. It’s a necessity to fuel the excitement as we adore and celebrate fear!

This woman here portrays as a ghost of the boat. Could be a criuse of yesterday when it had sunken in the middle of the motherland’s stolen ocean. 

Everybody pays. Everybody suffers. Thought the boy with blood all over his face, which implicate that he could have been bullied. Perhaps it could be other way around to witness the hands of sin.

This man sitting on the corner for his enjoyment under the mask of a demon. What deceit and mischief he have upon his knee? Waiting to trip for his own amusement.

This is no ordinary drawf as you see in the street. No one want to befriend a freak. Yet he has bitter hatred of where the world really belongs to.

His eyes are the window of the soul to spook and bring chills to the spine when holding dollars of one country for the exchange of heavy drugs. There’s no cure beyond the gate of hell.

I is hungry. Saith the woman of cannibalism. There are men cheating. There are assholes delightful to eat. Wrath no fury as the woman scorned when ugly is indeed the beauty.

Could it be envious to the oppressor of capitalism when ritual of sacrifice is the norm behind closed doors on the fields. Spilled blood in the name of moolah to stay atop and eat.

Marriage defines this union which is prevalent in the society when one man is in touch of his demons from experience to attract. No woman wants a man to coward under the belly of the beast that symbolizes change.

There’s a creep among in the streets. The mind perceive what it cannot when there could be anyone. Always living and beware in fear as twisted it may seem.


Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 10/09/2016 by Alvin Pinkney

We live in the world when there is October celebrating the tradition of fear. The fall is here, and horror lies await within us as we prank and spook others by sight and ear. Is that the coincidence when there’s a creepy clown craze just to burst your bubble and prepping your guns to be hidden if dared to be spooked? Pop. Pop. Pop. We don’t know what the intent is because these clowns behind the mask represent for what is sinister to come. Totally they are serious about appearing on speedy highways causing others to honk and U-turn. It’s alright after the brutality of police departments. A circus of black, white, young and old unite in a movement as the ring leaders of darkness orchestrate to spill more blood and tears, and facilitate screams, a great morbid agenda no matter how we fight for justice. We want Justice!! We want Justice!! Nay, this is what keep this tradition alive as we are the distant spectators of fear. The wicked at the high places know their time is short as they arise with their sorceries behind closed doors. Chanting in pig latin under idols in the woods rather than a true God. Plotting and planning from round tables to bonfire. Perfoming exorcisms and rituals to feed upon fear as the darkness play its role to side with the Vatican. This is the favorite month of all when twisted fantasies arise amok and close to true. 

I’m not saying I’m holy and I don’t sin as much. I don’t judge individually because we all sin different, and the Lord sees and delights all as I confess my sin with facts.

We pretty much are sinners, each and every one of you even when the Lord who was crucified said he was sinner himself. Don’t we love the darkness after all as we keep our distance when it gets extreme, exciting and creative? 

In the woods at night where dense fogs on the ground signify the haven of baad he and she goats ready to pounce the nearbys. Even though we pounce back to embrace the Oktoberfest of late in costumes and the likness of horror and tales. We put on our red shoes and lay upon the fall leaves as the sun sets after work or school. Then go watch horror flick until our feet kick with impulse, and a bowl of popcorn spatter all over the floor. 

We secretly want and yet love in vacant houses, and walk by the graveyard just to talk about the oujia board. How hypocritical are we? Every seasons are meant for something and have its own thing, but the Fall of Oktober is one thing when I laugh at the face of fear as we are ultimate judges for all the wrong things!

In the Pursuit of Excellence

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , on 10/05/2016 by Alvin Pinkney

In the pursuit of excellence you may say in the abstract form of happiness. Could be a special person whom you are genuine with among other connections or a special job advancement. But there is this emotional thing when you are totally back pedaling. You are a rock in a cold place resorting to square one as this thing we call 

Just to check your alignment. Being idle minded. Resorting to manual labor that doesn’t stimulate your intellect. Days get boring by wear and tear, and happen to be in undesired conditions among the likeness of bum, spiteful individuals, but you know better not to to mess around when you are close to the edge with someone who thinks can eff over you.   

This is the subject of fear because it is something that we all share and bring it to light as we are watchful of the circumstances. It doesn’t have to be terrifiying but could be minimum fear which can be another word for anxiety or ODD, mentally sick kind of fear that becomes your arsenal. Just run with me here.

I’m saying that only way is through.

Gesturing with my arm and index finger pointing straight, winners keep going no matter what because the best situations arise from unlikely situations. This calls for getting experienced much as you can for someone or some place else when you know what to say or do in order to advance.

Fear is courage to continue that counts. You must continue. It doesn’t matter what these choices are in acronym. It’s actually right. The first choice is just to chill down the mind a little bit as you block everything while achieving a goal, and then alternately be boss about your business! That’s all it takes. It all depends on situations as you adapt. Be a lion in a dynamic environment whether it be in a work suit or in an athletic apparel.

“Perfectionism is very addictive because it is very seductive. It’s so great to think ‘There’s a way I can do things where I can never be held in judgment by other people, that I can totally escape criticism.’ But it doesn’t work.” -Brené Brown 

Hell with they think! I got a quite story of my own. You see the picture below is worth thousands of words. I’m like this at work environment with the likeness of ignorants.

I’m out there putting in work and making noise when they are watching and learning my approach to enlightenment. They are mostly in groups with their slick talk and backsliding my downfall. Yet they laugh and wonder all day long of my mystical appeal. I’m like this….

In spite of low level people and conditions, that’s how you become the predator of the prey in the pursuit of excellence by letting them second guess as you carry on!

Death of Negativity 

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , on 10/02/2016 by Alvin Pinkney

Ever find yourself thinking? “I’m going to be forever alone”. “No one likes me”. “I’m not good enough”. Just stop please. You’re doing a great disservice to yourself and natural selection. The mind can be a great manifestation or a terrible thing to waste. Then I’d say again in a different phrase. You’re self prohesizing to your own self prophesy. You are your own power and nobody can take that away from you. In the words of Steve Harvey as he is wise in metaphorical sense, you see people flying and doing what they want or need to do to be successful.

You have to jump.

It’s just like facing your fears and anxiety through it all whether it is people talking, laughing or doing something against you if you think they have any intent to harm your character. It’s none of your business to think that way as long you walk in your own path. It take time to rub off the circumstances to your own desired outcome just to feel better. As for me, I’d like to say I run in my own path, and they, so called friends and co workers, don’t like my style and the vibe I’m giving off, but they secretly respect. So run in your lane, my friends! take off and fly!