Infernal Heaven Tales

Dust

2011-02-10T17:33:00.005+02:00

My latest poem, based upon a zombie's dream

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Dust, dust all around us

our dead cells blanket everything

like a grey sheet on a corpse

we have long been dead

yet we are still moving

We are moving like puppets

handled by an unseen puppeteer

all life’s warmth has left us

our bodies are cold as ice

and our blood is like crude oil

Nature does not like us

we scrounge her resources

devouring the blood of animals

since no human is left alive

we are nature's parasites,

no better than ticks or louses

That’s what keeps us moving

yet we cannot be alive again

this is our eternal torment

until all animals are gone

and we start eating each other

image : Grace Weston

Rediscovery of Fire

2011-01-11T21:14:00.003+02:00

Happy New Year everyone,even with some significant delay.
I particularly love this one. It was inspired by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin’s writings.

Someday, when our hopes will have faded
all our dreams torn asunder

and all our resources raided
a glimmer of hope will shine

Someday, when our lands will be sterile
all our rivers poisoned
and the sky scorched and vile
our cold hearts will be warmed

That day, we will rediscover Love
that day we will rediscover fire
and we will evolve far beyond
our strait mortal plane and thrive!

The Demon Within

2010-12-10T00:46:00.000+02:00

This is an old half-written poem of mine I completed a few days ago.
The title leads to where I originally published it.

I feel the demon within rising
my heart beats raging fast
oh, the feeling is so exciting
will I be able this time to last?

the demon flows in my veins
the foul beast is full of vanity
this time I hope he remains
and does not flee with my sanity

ooh, my thoughts are running wild
everything seems to be speeding
I feel like a frightened child
where is the beast going to lead me?

Sun Coming Up

2010-12-08T04:24:00.000+02:00

I discovered this poem in the drafts of my blog.
I wrote it almost three years ago but for some inexplicable reason
I never published it. I fist published it at authspot a few days ago

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I'm in pain, friend
my whole body is aching
forgive my seeing red
I was cruel and selfish

Stay with me, friend
my heart feels cold and empty
I wouldn't wake up again
if our friendship ended

Sun's coming up, friend
we both love this moment
the night soon will be dead
the Sun will end our torment

Come closer, friend
I'm still feeling cold
I love you, friend
you have a heart of gold

©2010 Nikolaos D. Skordilis

Some other poems of mine:

Honeygreen Blossoms
Beyond The Clouds
In No Mood for Love
The Demon Within

My technical blog is finally on-line

2010-12-04T14:18:00.000+02:00

The Techworm, my latest and fresher than hot pancakes right out of the oven blog, has been on-line for a few hours. From now on I will split my time and attention between my two great loves, technology and literature, or more generally non fiction and fiction writing. It will be interesting to see whether one of the two sides wins or it turns out to be a...tie.

Sirenia- My Mind's Eye

2010-12-01T15:11:00.000+02:00

I just heard this beautiful song for the first time.
I knew the group but not this song of them.
For this one I have to post the full lyrics!

If you were here
I'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear
And appeal to all your fears
If you were mine If you were only mine
I'd bring you so much further down
And twist your mind until the end of time

You will never realize
What darkness lies inside
inside my mind

If you are down
I will come to chain you to the ground
And penetrate your mind.
If you are lost if only you are lost
I'll be there to break your trust

And ravage all your lust for life, my love
You will never realize
What darkness lies inside
inside my mind.

Siren

2010-11-29T15:24:00.001+02:00

This video has some seriously disturbing images yet the voice of Theatre of Tragedy's singer is one of the most melodic and beautiful voices I have ever heard. She sounds like a real ancient greek Siren! Her voice will soothe your soul yet the imagery is not for the faint-hearted..
Thanks a lot for this rexxtini!

Infolinks Ads

2010-11-29T01:41:00.001+02:00

As you may have noticed I just introduced for the first time in-text ads from Infolinks.
I prefer Infolinks or Kontera to Adsense because their ads are clean, discreet and far more minimal.
This is a actually sort of a test drive for my upocoming science/tech blog, I don't really expect these ads to generate any serious revenue in this blog.
There is also a single clandestine Adsense ad lurking and occasionally rearing its head inside that Triond widget on your right hand but I don't get a penny from it; it's just required to house this widget for free, I don't know I think I'd better remove it. I do get pennies though (literally) every time you click one of these links and read my articles and poems housed by Triond's affiliate sites.
Thanks for taking the time to have a look at this. I presume my next post will be about the grand announcement of my brand new blog.

Articles for content sites

2010-11-23T01:37:00.003+02:00

As you may have noticed from the widgets on the right, I recently started writing articles for Triond and Bukisa, two very interesting revenue sharing content sites from Israel. In case you don't use javascript my articles are currently here , here and here. I've also posted my Paradise Found short story here. This blog is certainly not fitting for articles of technical-geeky nature, so I'm working on a new tech oriented blog, possibly on Wordpress, where I will present them more properly. So you may also view this post as a preannouncement of this blog.
Take care, Sharpedon.

Future

2009-10-27T13:21:00.008+02:00

What's yet to come is all we have,
the future happiness we will enjoy,
the future friends,the future joy.
Our next good job will be better,
our next great love will be greater.
What's yet to come we all await,
have good fun make it worth the day.
Our past is gone it's in a tomb,
what we've done wrong is buried for good.
Our good past deeds we shall recall,
our bad ones matter no more.
Yet now and then we should visit our past's grave;
not to open it but to drop some flowers.
Our past is dead yet it's our roots.
And our roots must be honoured.

Paradise Found(full)

2009-07-09T17:21:00.018+03:00

The angels dance along with their fallen brothers from Hell a very mirthfull dance today. Something between tango and salsa, a little bit of flamenco, and maybe a trace of valse. Archangels and demons all became one. They slung their swords and tridents and went on the razzle. Even Lucifer himself with the Great Maker giggled and laughed and had fun as if they were little impish children.

The War between the two sworn enemies was finally over. Not by means of following some kind of mutual agreement or treaty but simply, some time, there appeared a strange warm glaring Light which crushed the fear all these tens of centuries the one side felt for the other. The Great Maker stated under a rare moment of disarming honesty that He was totally baffled as to what happened and that Himself had done nothing on His part to trigger this. Noone knew how this had happened but who gave a damn? All that it mattered was that the divided for thousands of years friends would be at last reunited.

The first approach was made by Abigor, a lesser demon, who flew up to the gates of Heaven that were now wide open and unguarded. He was sort of exhausted from the long flight; two Serafims and a Heruvim treated him instantly without notifying the big boss since they no longer feared Him. They welcomed him to their cosy place, sat side by side and played Texas Hold'em, chatted about their long missed friends and eventually crashed and slept even deeper than the Texan planet-ruler. The next heavenly day, or roughly a terran month, the Great Maker was tipped about the incident yet bizarelly not only did he not get mad at the recalcitrant initiative of the three angels but he requested to personally see his deposed child.

When Abigor appeared in front of Him he let the Maker know that many of his brothers desired to follow him but he insisted on flying to Heaven on his own. He also gave Him the warmest greetings from Lucifer, His bygone most beloved and most powerful son. The Great Maker was so much touched by Abigor's unrivalled courage and modesty that He asked him to stay in Paradise; permanently if he so wished. “I am deeply grateful Elóhim but I could never leave my brothers. I will honour your request as long as you invite my brothers as well. All of them”, Abigor responded with a majestic mettle which excited admiration from everyone present at the Hall of the Throne. At exactly this moment any last trace of stubborness and spite that still lay in the heart of the Great Maker vaporised. Immediately He commanded two thousand Heruvims to fly down to Hell in order to invite all the demons, archdemons and the rest of the various evil spirits to the grandiose party He had already envisioned.

Almost everything was now ready for the holy date which will be carved with golden letters on the silver plate of the history of humanity and maybe even the whole universe. After an unspecified for the Terran perspective time the skies south of heaven were blanketed almost entirely by the hundreds of thousands of fallen angels who returned to their Home. The demons with broken or withered wings flew on the wings of the Heruvims to whom they were already close friends. During the long flight back to Heaven they prattled and laughed and giggled and tittered like joyful nincompoops. Some Heruvims teased their friends by treating them to a free fall into the void but they were not afraid because they knew they will dive with lightbolt speed to catch them.

If people from Earth could see them they would come in view of something like black and whitestreamers that rolled, unrolled, scattered and got back together. At times they resembled a bantering confetti which constantly went higher and higher. The Heavenly Gates were already lit with a vivid golden light and adorned with silver, platinum, emeralds, rubies and lapis lazuli stones especially for the occassion. Every demon stood in awe of all this beauty, which was a far cry from the ugly blackness of the purgatory, the intolerable lakes of flame and the amorphous lava streams which constantly fed them.

When all the angels,former and current, had crossed the Gates and gathered at the inconceivably vast to the terran mind illuminated central park the Great Maker appeared on the atrium of the Throne along with Michael on His left and Gabriel on his right (Jesus was unable to show up since he was already blissfully stoned, dried up and swollen at some intimate parts of his body after an all-day party with two juicy angels who almost left him more scraggy than his forty days fast era). All three emitted a light so intense that a human would perceive them as three stars : two white dwarves with a blue giant in the middle. The two archangels were probably for the very first time fully unarmed despite the presence of all their eternal foes. They deployed wide open their huge feathers, held the Celestial Father and slowly carried Him at the centre of the park where Lucifer was, along with all the generals of his legions. They loosely left Him around three meters in front of the bygone awe-inspiring and mighty Angel of Light.

For a few moments they both hesitated and remained there almost frozen. At these very few seconds it was as though time stood still for whole days. Eventually Lucifer approached his Father with small timid steps and humbly offered Him his hand. The Maker took his hand, He shook it while crying, opened His arms and hugged Lucifer very intensely, in the way every father hungs his child after loosing it for several years. They both started to shed tears, whimper and cry from an ineffable joy, as if they weren little chidren. Michael and Andrameleh followed them, together with Gabriel and Melcor, Uriel and Raziel and many more old friends and brothers. The centre of the park was illuminated many thousands time more from all that emotions of Love and Friendship that came upon everyone.

When they sort of recovered (after having wet with a lake of joyful tears the whole central park), the Celestial Father, who now bore a smile wider even than Joker spoke out the three words that sparked off the greatest party of all time : “Leeeeeet's paaaaaartyyy guysss!!!!!” There was no match throughout the entire mortal and immortal history to rival this raving lunatic party. The whole of Heaven was shaken up by the crazy dancing, singing, drinking, laughing and chatting. Angels and archdemons,demons and archangels, high elves and spirits of fire, dark elves and jins all together became a lovely mess. Initially the third music band of the Heruvims played music with their golden and silver instruments but soon this was unnecessary since the singing spawned its own music and the Heruvims threw their instruments away and avidly joined the party!

The divine music was soon so loud that its sounds echoed all the way to Earth.

The Music, along with the laughters and giggles sounded everywhere like a very sweet heavenly melody. It was so beautiful that it warmed the hearts of all men, even the coldest ones. Soon everyone was carried away and started to dance with everyone;familiar or unknown to them! Old and young, men and women of every occupation, race, colour or nationality set up a worldwide jamboree of no precedent! Babies that had not yet walked their first steps started to swing to the rythm inside their cradles! At the long tortured Gaza Stripe Israeli soldiers along the wall abandoned their arms and outposts and started to dance with Palaistinian Hamas fighters! In Kashmir Pakistanis and Hindis carried away each other to leave their sentry-boxes and positions and they mingled and entered the Himalayas foot for a wild Dionysian feast!

George W. Bush peculiarly did not take advantage of the occassion to appear in front of the american public at a nation-wide network proudly announcing the second coming or some other conventional christian pearl of whisdom (that would actually be a very stupid thing to do since at the time there was not a single soul watching TV throughout the world; even the president would not do that). Instead he released all his guards-some of them even released themselves-put on a Texan cowboy hat, got out of the White House and raided the crowd-flooded roads of D.C.! The congressmen, businessmen, artists, homeless and everyone that saw him surrounded the president with supposed mean intentions. Bush was not scared much but fleetingly wondered whether these were the last seconds of his pious christian life. Then the crowd lifted him for a while in the air before hugging and kissing him. “Long live the president!!”, they shouted, “but now move your presidential arse to the music or get the hell out of our way!”

At the Greek-Turkish borders the Greeks and the Turks were unable to meet in Evros due to the hundreds of land-mines but they pulled out their entire airforce and navy and met on and above the Aigean Sea. The frigades, the torpedo-boats and the submarines massively bombared into the air for many hours until all of their amunition was exhausted. The F-16s and Mirage-2000s from both sides went in for a series of acrobatic air-fights,flew upside down, in greek-turkish formations, and released all of their bombs into the sea and their missiles high into the air. It was like the whole Aegean Sea was lit with fireworks! Whoever saw them from Cyclades and Dodekanissa almost thought that all these fighters were not driven by top-notch professional pilots but by small children who were themselves inside their remote-controlled little airplanes!

In less than two hours every act of hostility or warfare on the whole planet had frozen. Outside the prisons of all over the world the convicts had fun and drunk beers and joints with their guards! This situation carried on until gradually the entire globe was illuminated by an adorable all-powerful Sun; it appeared as if it was high noon at every longitude and latidude at the same time! There was a couple at Oia, Thira, which at some time stopped dancing; they looked each other deeply in the eyes for a long time, as though they eagerly desired to captivate the face of each other for all the eternity.

Then they kissed tenderly, very tenderly, more tenderly than even their very first kiss. Their eyes glowed vividly, like four bright stars on the darkest sky. Suddenly they felt like they levitated in dark empty space and stopped touching the ground above their feet. Everyone around them seemed to have vanished yet everyone was strangely still there : men, angels, demons, even the various animals, that of late had also started their own personal dance and games. And then the two lovers simultaneously whispered to each other :

“I Love you so much baby. Amen...”

Piraeus, Greece, 29/09/2007

Moonspell-An Erotic Alchemy

2009-04-16T19:13:00.009+03:00

Still no new stories after exactly one year but I will post more soon.
I just adore this song;clearly one of the best gothic metal songs of all time..

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

2008-04-17T17:02:00.006+03:00

by Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Clearly one of the best poems ever written;this one doesn't need a picture,
it's a thousand pictures by itself.

South of Heaven

2008-04-15T04:32:00.006+03:00

There was a place where once angels and demons
fought for aeons. They constantly battled over
what each side thought was right.
What most mortals perceived as a manichaistic
conflict of good vs evil was actually logic vs emotions,
obedience vs freedom, order vs chaos.

Their masters did not took any part in the ongoing war,
rather observed the fightings from a safe distance.
This place was beyond the mortal plane.
It was one of the celestial planes.
South of Heaven and North of Hell.
Strangely it was a couple of mere mortals which
played a vital part in ending this war.

And from that time on the universe would never
be the same. There finally came a period of eternal
bliss all over the creation. It had long been prophesised.
And now the time had finally come.
Amen to that.

Among the Stars

2008-04-15T00:13:00.012+03:00

Last night I dreamt of angels
dancing among the stars
they were shining like bells
from fine golden bars

Demons joined as well
they were dark but beautiful
they had just left hell
and now the stars were full

Beings of dark and light
were so much alike
no longer did they fight
no weapon did they strike

Among the stars I beheld
angels and demons dancing
all around Orion's belt
beams of light were flashing

It soon became hard to tell
between demon and angel
beings of light both they were
immortal,bright and fair

Vampirelles novel

2008-04-14T00:47:00.008+03:00

For several months I have been working on a female vampire novel.It will date back to the ancient days of the creation of the vampire race up until today or possibly in the close future.This is my only piece of work I don't think I'll ever post any part of here or anywhere else on the net;not before it's completed anyway.
Only a couple of eyes other than my own have read a few parts of it.
I naturally focus almost entirely on vampirelles,ignoring male vampires as much as possible.
Well,so much has been written on vampires since Stoker's days,dont' their females deserve an entire book devoted to them?
I will keep you informed on the book's progress..:)

Moonspell-Vampiria

2008-04-12T02:08:00.007+03:00

Moonspell's Vampiria is visually accompanied here by this lovely anime called "Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust".
Vampiria has never looked so beautiful.Thanks Arcangeldemon :)

Porphyria

2008-04-07T05:22:00.006+03:00

We abhor light but love the dark
avoid water and drink blood
our skin is pale we have no pulse
dash into the night like the flood

Creatures of the dark we are
immortal,wise and undead
we smell human flesh from far
and to all we spread dread

Some mortals say we are sick
cursed with a genetic flaw
yet they envy our kind deep
when to death they all bow

We feast on your flesh
your mizerous souls we release
you may see it as a bless
you'll meet your maker in bliss

Eaten Alive

2008-04-07T01:49:00.005+03:00

I'm possessed by a lust
as she tastes my blood
desperately I try to gasp
but it's not at all bad

She bites my wrist
she bites my neck
she enjoys a feast
I love it too,
what the heck

Will I survive or stay alive?
Will my vicious lover drain me dry?
I'd rather die inside her hive
than being swapped like a fly

The life force is leaving me
I think it's getting darker
my lover is still eating me
to satisfy her hunger

But just before all light went off
everything was illuminated!
by a light that almost blinded me
as if the stars were recreated!

My vampire lover is still here
holding me by my hand
she tells me not to fear
“My luv,we are now one”...

Fire and Ice

2008-04-07T00:47:00.007+03:00

..And I continue with plenty of dark,erotic,sexual,twisted,perverted poetry.Enjoy!

Through fire and ice I wandered
always seeking out for you
will I ever find you I wondered
before death kisses me too

If I had not met your sweet face
my life would still be a hell
but now my days are full of grace
and my nights are really swell

You inspire me like a Muse my moon
and I write like the good old days
I feel like I'm reborn in full
every time I look at your pretty face

Stay with me my bright star
let me be your sky
together we'll heal every scar
together we will not die..