Baseless, tastelessthe words are sharpenedby the woe, the acknowledgmentof desire and sin togetherescaping the moral authoritythat casts light over darkenedravines and bleeds purityinto the insomnia of night,intended. — — From Verses Espoused with the Brevity of the End Times by Nicholas Duke. "Hemorrhagic Insomniac" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Nicholas Duke
Black Orpheus: Patterns of Defeat
As the sickness slows, dissipates,the eyes seek clarity in the cloudy space of mind. Fog on iris, haze in retina guide like a broken compass, looping the never ending circumference of defeat. Recognition steadilypresent, distraction keeps the conscience at bay,stifles the voice of reason,weighs down the energy that has already plateauedand walked to the edge … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Patterns of Defeat
Black Orpheus: Purple Haze
A black lightof solutions mountedabove me and below. The drums are plummeting with me and into me. She rides, she screams. She has no place here but resides and remains. She is a fixture, a shadow, a pillar. A fractionof a promise lost and kept. No fluidin exchange remembers. Not evenmolecularly. Not even in reticencethe passive memory of Akashic hymnspromise the fine print to … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Purple Haze
Black Orpheus: Black Choke
Unable to breathe.The wisdom of forefathersrepetitive in the mind,break. repeat. break. repeat. There were no bread crumbs laid to find the way home,this as a fact lends comfortto the reasoning for acceptance.Because the way home cannot beremembered it will be ruled as a consequence non-existent.It is a newborn forgetting the previous life it fought for.The spirit interrupted in the primeof … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Black Choke
Black Orpheus: Awake in the Abyss
Blackened night recesses turn into days.They become unanimous with solidarity but lost among themselves, shattered individuals of the same black mirror. The pangs of truth and the options reality provides for us is nothinglike the lies that satiate the spirit. They are fallenamong the saviors that came before them andtaught humanity lessons, reignited the notions … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Awake in the Abyss
Black Orpheus: Crystalline Haze
Twelve hours difference the same time of night.Sister sun, father moon obliterate the hours into prisms colored white and fog.The brain sludge, mind junk ripples in dazzling haze, a kaleidoscopic tapestryinside cavernous deep. Stalactite ice growsdeathly teeth from ceiling to floor. Stalagmite pyramids to pray upon before impaling the spiritwith iridescent promises of carnal delight, and euphoric afterglow of coital conquest.Bruises form, slowing theblood into cracked sheaths of blackened tar that tricksthe … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Crystalline Haze
Black Orpheus: Mark of the Iceman
Instant distant dirge, a healing funnel of mud and death, its kiss splattered all over the ground. A spacious vacuum absorbs the flagellate, the pustule morsel streaking into bloody oblivion with the plaque and dead skin. Walking wounded, the earthworms schleps its way home. The shards leave lei lines along the floor that eat into … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Mark of the Iceman
Black Orpheus: The Poetry of Nicholas Duke
Tentative cover art - Black Orpheus: Poems of Dreams and Demntia by Nicholas Duke Readers of the novel The Distance to the End will be delighted to have collected the poetry and verse of Nicholas Duke, the proclaimed protagonist of the story. Black Orpheus: Poems of Dreams and Dementia by Nicolas Duke will be collected … Continue reading Black Orpheus: The Poetry of Nicholas Duke
Black Orpheus: Blasphemous Energies Deceive the Magic Hour
Fresh quote through evergreen sea breeze,a lie in the wind, a hangman in a whisper,the flower budded and wilted before sacred flame cleansed and birthed.Hidden ghosts present themselves as salves of incense, demystified emanant, radiant smoke, fog inside,haze of natural born energies:earth, water, air, fire.Spice as spunky as skunksubdue the alchemical shiftof desire. The pyre … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Blasphemous Energies Deceive the Magic Hour
Black Orpheus: Peddling the Father of Lies
Specter in the house flies through glass windows, globes round and crystal mystified by the light and shroud. It throws rocks in ignominious desolation, it trades the soul for desire, it profits pleasure and lust, it drives the question of our sin, strips away the barriers of consciousness, relies on the powers of self-doubt to … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Peddling the Father of Lies
The Root of Many Returns 