Posted in Octo, Story on September 6, 2014 by darkjade68


by DarkJade

Three men sit in a dark alleyway, covering themselves with ripped boxes, trying their best to survive 30 degree whether…

One passes another a bottle of whiskey

“So they all have one, eh…” speaks the first man, a fairly Hispanic looking fellow

“That’s what they say… But it doesn’t really matter… It’s not like you’re ever going to see one… Or one of them for that matter…” speaks the second, Caucasian man disgruntly…

“I’ve seen one…” speaks the third, black man as he naws on a piece of beef jerky, as if it’s the only food he’s eaten all day… And in fact, it is

“What are you talken about Felix,” speaks Samuel

“Bright golden yellow…” Felix continues, as his gaze looks into the nothingness of his own private abyss

He then awakens from this trance and looks at Samuel, and Harvey

Samuel and Harvey look to be in their mid to late 30’s, and Felix in his mid twenties

“He took out four cops…” Felix continues emotionlessly

“What? He was a criminal?” questions Harvey as he finished their whiskey, and hangs it upside down for good measure

“No..” Felix replies, kind of chuckling to himself and smiling

“That he was not…” he finishes

“Lets get out of here…” Samuel suddenly says, and rises, shedding the broken boxes from around him…

He is now more freezing than before

The other men join him

“Lets see if we can’t drum up some ‘Soup Sympathy’ near the diner” continues Samuel as he pulls his worn coat tightly around him

Just as the three men are about to surface onto the nearby sidewalk, a red glowing light fills the alleyway… Like a star

Felix suddenly stops, and looks back, his bright blue eyes see only darkness…

He then catches up with the other two




Blue Paladin

Posted in Blue Paladin, Fantasy, Knights, Poem, Poetry, Story on September 1, 2014 by darkjade68


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by DarkJade

When The Dark Fire Skies Opened…

What Did Appear

Was Not To Be Expected…

The Rider On White Silver Steed

Slouched Just A Bit…

But Conscious

His Blue And Sliver Tabard And Armor

His Quest…



Only He Knew

Around Him On Either Side…

The Glass Filled Snow

That Surrounded The Road…

And Beyond

The Less Than Golden Palace Of Mahron



Robin Williams

Posted in Writing with tags on August 12, 2014 by darkjade68

I don’t know what to say about Robin Williams…

I’m simply devastated by this loss

So much so that I’m not even ready to Post a Picture of him on this Post

He is literally one of My Favorite Humans on this Earth

He has been for a long, long time

Yes I watched “Happy Days”… And yes I watched “Mork And Mindy”

And I knew there was something/someone special there

And I Loved “Popeye”… He was Amazing

Then it was “Moscow on the Hudson” for me… Such an Obscure Film, but he was Amazing

I connected with this guy on a very deep level right from the beginning of his career

Part of it may be that I wanted to be a Filmmaker since I was 7

And just always watched things through that lense

But mainly he’s one of the most Human, Human Beings I’ve ever come across

So Raw… I won’t even try to talk about his mind… Other than to say, it was a World

Then in 1987, “Good Morning Vietnam” came out… And he literally became my Favorite Actor

Hangen there with Sean Connery

Right around then I also felt River Phoenix was one of my Favorite Actors… Then we lost him

Also Devastating

But Robin… I’ve known/loved him for a long time… Me and Millions, and Millions of others

To me he was/is literally the Funniest Man on the Planet… The Funniest Man I’ve ever been exposed to in my Life

The hardest I ever laughed in my life was watching “Aladin”, when he came out of the Lamp for the first time… I laughed so hard during that scene I cried…

But before that came “Dead Poets Society”…. Mind Blowing Performance… Impactive beyond belief… That Film, and he, Blew me away

“The Fisher King” was strange, But he was Brilliant

Everytime he’d take the Screen, My Universe Expanded… He felt like some Brilliant, Eccentric Uncle to me


He got inside, and changed you

This was no ordinary actor… He was a Titan…

And in “Hook”, he was the 100% Perfect Choice as Peter Pan in his Older Form


He made you believe, in a World of Make Believe

Then in 1993, “Mrs. Doubtfire”… This was truly when his career completely went through the roof with his Comic Genius

He completely showed that being in a Divorced Family, was ok… That like they said in the movie, there are all kinds/types of Families…

Coming from a Divorced Family, I understood this… And so did he, and the Writer and Director of this Film

But Robin is So Damn Human… It literally doesn’t matter what kind of movie is surrounding him, he Takes You To The Core of Humanity

He changes you

He changed me with every performance

Then in 1996, “Birdcage”

One of the most Human Characters I’ve ever seen on screen

He was originally casted as Nathan Lane’s Role, but I believe asked to play the other

Kinda sorta the ‘Man’ so to speak in the Gay relationship, as opposed to the more Flamboyient Nathan Lane Character

Who 100% nailed that role by the way

Both of them, Brilliant

But the way that Robin acted towards his son in regards to getting married young… Brilliant, Real, Human to the Core

See it if you haven’t

But in 1997’s “Good Will Hunting”, Robin went to a Whole New Height

Even the Academy found this to be true

100% Genius… My God you don’t even know he’s an Actor in that Film

He single handedly gave Psychology a Good name

Something that is difficult to achieve, as there are some that do not embrace Psychology

But beyond that… I @#$@# Love him in that Role

None of this… Absolutely none of this will truly capture what Robin Williams means to me

But I can’t sleep… And though I don’t want to read about it, or watch television about hit, or hardly even talk about it… I just need to get even a drizzle of this out… And so I write this

Beyond this are several other Brilliant Roles… “What Dreams May Come”, “One Hour Photo”

But I can Write No More

I’m in serious pain just finishing this up

I grew up with my Single Mom… Dad was not around, which was a good thing, as I didn’t feel they were a good match

I think the divorce was harder on my 3 other siblings

But it was a household where Emotions, and expressing Emotions, was the Norm

And so my Empathy in this matter in regards to Robin…

Is huge

I will never be the same being exposed to him… And I will never be the same now that he has left this planet

I do believe he has brought more joy to this world than any other single human I can think of

I know he has for me

All I know is when I miss myself, I often throw on one of his films… And I feel whole again… No clue why

But I suspect it has to do with his utter humaness… As well as being the funniest man on the planet


I love you Robin… I do admit it… Though I have, and may now never meet you… You have brought me the greatest joy, and I thank you for it



Three Of Swords… Should Be Viral

Posted in Writing on August 9, 2014 by darkjade68


My Nephew

Originally posted on DarkJade Going Viral:

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My Nephew Will Be Releasing His Debut Album Soon

It’s Amazing…

And You Can Help


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Posted in Writing on July 22, 2014 by darkjade68

July 2004, New Mexico --- Lighting in a Black Sky --- Image by © DLILLC/CorbisRemorse

Remorse is never trying

Remorse is never knowing…

Step Forward into the Dark

Do not try to Control it…

Welcome the Unknown

Leave your Experiences Behind…

This is something else

It Always is…

Fall Hard

Crash So Deeply The Ground Splinters

And Cuts Your Flesh…

Rainbowed Emotions

Like Splashes on wall…

Things will never be the same

Thank God



Night Of Blood

Posted in Blog Series, Fiction, Night Of Blood with tags on June 24, 2014 by darkjade68

anime-boy-vampire-jpgNight Of Blood

by DarkJade

Chapter I – Heart Eclipse

You Shouldn’t Let Her Affect You This Way…

She Is One Woman… And There Are So Many

Especially, For An Immotal

Nathaniel Barok, of the Vampire Clan Barok, sits atop a cliff looking over the crashing waves of the sea below…

The night is pitch… And a Storm is coming


Within the bedroom chamber of Boris Heston the III, Mariah, her long dark black hair down her back… Her night clothes drop from her flawless, fare skin… Her lips, red, her breath is cold…

She approaches Boris’s bed, as he lays there half drunk…

“You are fantastic…” he speaks slurring…

She half grins, as her dark eyes go black, then red…

Boris Heston is never seen again.


A young girl, Layla, just 22 years of age, makes her way home through the cold mist of the night…

She pulls her long coat closely… Though she is poor, she has one good coat, and it is needed on this night.

Many boys, and men whistle and try to get her attention as she passes by… They can not see her form, but still they seem to know that she is very attractive…

Attractive… And miserable.

She arrives at her flat, climbs two levels of stairs, turns the key and enters her place.

She throws her jacket on the floor, and heads into the restroom.

Looking in the mirror, her eyes are bloodshot from crying…

But for what reason, she doesn’t even know…

All she knows is her world… Her inner world… Is crumbling

And she just doesn’t have much left to give.

She opens the medicine cabinet, and stares at all the bottles of mood control pills.

She’s been diagnosed with so many things, she’s lost count.

She grabs five bottles, and heads to her roof… Leaving her jacket inside, she is cold.

But she doesn’t feel it…

As she glares over the city lights, she thinks of her mother who has passed… And her father that she never knew.

No brothers… No sisters… No cousins… No uncles or aunts.

She is alone.

“You’re pathetic…” she says to herself, as she begins to open several of the bottles, and pours some thirty to forty pills into her trembling hand…

“And now you’re gone.”



Suddenly a cold wind seems to blow harshly against the front of her body, and all of the pills blow out of her hand, and down a nearby drain.

“You Don’t Know What You Have… Do You,” speaks an unsettling voice from behind her.

Her breath starts to quicken.

“Go ahead and mug me… I’m dead anyway,” she speaks.

Suddenly a cool hand rests on her shoulder, and she turns to face the most attractive man she’s ever seen…

Dark brown hair, deep blue eyes, and skin like no other… It is Nathanieal Barok.

But she does not know this man.

And in truth… He is no man.

“I’ll Tell You What… You Tell Me Your Woes… And I’ll Tell You Why They Don’t Really Exist,” he speaks.

She pulls away, which surprises him…

“I Did Not Release Her… Who Is This Girl”

“Just leave me to it buddy… I don’t need Psyche 101 from some guy on a roof at 3am in the morning…” she speaks as she turns and eyes the ledge of the roof.

“It’s 4am…” he replies as he moves at her too quickly for words, snatches the bottles from her seamlessly, and tosses them off the roof.

She begins to tear up, and makes a move towards leaping off the roof, but he is too quick…

The rest is black.

Layla wakes the next morning in her bed…

The sun is shining… And her coat is hung up.



To Dust

Posted in Poem, Poetry with tags on June 2, 2014 by darkjade68

black_and_white_image_of_cats_face_with_its_eyes_highlighted_in_neon_green.1920x1200.6a8c3f74To Dust

Black Ash…

Blue Shards

Summer Moonlight…

White Sands…

Green Glass





Sullen Blood

Like This…



Sun Laced Sky


Surreal Guise







The Senses


PICTURE CREDIT – The Monochrome


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