Bitter Pills
By Nick Gauger
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Finally with faith being uncertain, is there cause to live a good life and how do we satisfy this compulsion?
This book is a composition of over one hundred poems that ask the questions; does virtue end before humanity can begin? Do people being people undo this very virtue as they deal with the shades of themselves? It will look introspectively at modern society and in poetic prose depict the destruction of a man who attempted to embody honor, respect, and chivalry, morals that seem irrelevant in his time and to his culture. Is he noble? Finally does he earn what he searches for in life or does it change as his time goes on?
Nick Gauger
Nick Gauger is currently a student at Diablo Valley College in Pleasant Hill Ca. He is enrolled in the culinary arts program, and is studying to be a business administration transfer. He started Playing Dungeons and Dragons when he was nine and took up writing as a hobby in 1993 to help him cope with a troubled young life. In addition he taught kinder karate at the age of fifteen for Dan Tosh he was a lead singer for the drum group Deer Creek and has always loved the Native American culture that he grew up in. Currently he is a member of the Natural Twenty gaming league in Antioch and takes an avid interest in local folklore, dreams, and parapsychology which is where some of the inspiration for his writing comes from.
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Bitter Pills - Nick Gauger
Copyright © 2011 by Nick Gauger.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011905649
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4628-5281-9
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Contents
The Poet of the Dammned
The Price of Knowledge
Shattered Dreams
Sundered Heart
The Season of Pain
Reaper
The Fallen God
Loving from afar
Sentiment
Time
Crimson Ashes
Contemplation of the heart
The Impossible Redemption of the Meek
The Face of Truth
How to Bend a Reed
The Garden of Eden by Darkness
Unrelented Heart
Dreaming of Love
The Crimson Rose of Paradise
Lord Of Death
Lifeline
Ravager
Death’s Pupil
Rebirth
Shadows of Death
Succubus
Happy Thoughts
Suicide in the darkness
Divination of Skulls
Love Ever Faithful
The Veiled Observer
The Grim Harvest
My Distant Love . . . So Sweet to Me
I am . . . .
The Charnel House
The Sonata of the Night
The Descent Unto Darkness
The Seasons of Love
The pains of the heart
Eternity
For Lost Christy
Plutonian Shores of the Night
The Seduction of Death
Praying Upon Roses
Season’s Bliss
Pure Lace
Candle Light
Sky Queen
Dreams of the Damned
The Ocean’s Right Side
Sable Diamond
The Snake of dawn
A Soul’s Worth
Requiem For the Selfless and Kind
Mortal Requiem
Bringing in the night
Death to beauty
The Battlement of Paradise
Misery
Divinity
Shadow’s Caress, Shadow’s Release
On Being Night
He who comes
The Foot Falls of Other Men
Unconsoled Love
Salvation
The March of the Black Sun
Puppet Macabre
Night Traveler
Bringing in the night
The Duties of Mirrors
A Side of Mirrors
The Unremembered Dreams 1
The Unremembered Dreams 2
The Unremembered Dreams 3
The day that never comes
The Affair of Seasons
The other side of mirrors
Where Have They Gone
The Frozen Shrine
Of Two Maidens
Lie in Light, Lie in Dark
The Hall of Ice
A Living Scar
A Grave of Earth
Beyond the River
Alone I Wake With Half a Heart
What the Snake Taught
Love In Black and White
The Lord of the Dim Shores
The Dark Seed
Mortal Redemption
The Perfect Woman
Bare Pages
Aphrodite’s Ire
Cut my heart, To Spite Your Face
The Taking of Anne
The Fire Bloom
Turning aside
Teddy Bear
Gabriel’s Wish at Dagon’s Altar
Requiem for a Romance
The Wanton Three
The One Who Mends
At the walls of Cania
The Muse
Persian Delights
The Devil’s Lullaby
A Romantic Life
Of Flesh and Envy
Asympathy
The unremembered dreams 4
The Outsider
The Matron
Crystal-britttle
Kneeling
Memory
The Sting of a Dozen Petals
A Glass Romance
My Tattoo
Love and shame
Lethal Charm
For the Sea
In the Dragon’s Coil
The Children Beyond the River
The Blue Women
The Architect’s Debt
Angel of Ecstasy
Beyond the Library
The Poet of the Dammned
Know now as I know now, Be all that I am now
For I speak of the dead, the dying, and the condemned
The baffling mixture of chaos, passion, and torment
That consoles us through this life
The odd mixture that carries us through eternity
To our rests, or our pains
I speak of the souls that come to me
Ready for the bitter harvest only I sow
I am the bearer of judgment
I alone shall lead thee to Perdition or Paradise
The places that you have readied to receive you
I have never been the devil, nor have I been god
I am the ender of all that is
I am the keeper of all that was
And the watcher of all that shall be
Fare thee well o faint of heart
Tread lightly in reading the truths I shall show you within
For the world has bled a million times to show you them
What I shall speak of
It is a process, a terrifying process
Growth, maturity, death and rebirth
The macabre scale of life
Be prepared to take your place within it
For even now as you read these words
I watch, patiently, waiting for the time your destiny shall be fulfilled
For you are destined to be apart of this book
As I am destined to claim you in my name
Live well
By: Death
The Price of Knowledge
Fog rolls into the islands and its sea salted mists cloak the valley in a veil of gloom. I turn my head from the glass and with thunder’s crash the storm doeth come. Hastily, as to not let my thoughts wander, I take my plume and dip it in its well and paints its black traces across the age-cracked, yellowing papyrus pages. I scratch onto it my nightly archives, if only to drive my thoughts from the tempest outside and its oppressing shade. Hopelessly I scrawl by the flickering firelight of my stubby candle. The dank smell of antique texts, ones that would crumble to dust at my fingers touch, make me sick with their odor. Forked lighting illuminates the sky crashing down to the earth and thunder crackles from its loft.
With a crash, the windows flew open. Icy finger’s reach and prick my skin with the heartless chill of the maw of death. My curtains filled with their gusts and they begin to waltz about as horrid ghosts upon my fatigued and fearful brain. I rise from my recliner and slowly shut and bar the windows and pull the drapes. I return to my chair and with my numb hands pick up my pen to write again and stop to gaze upon my library to ensure myself all is well. In the light of my fleeting flame I see tomes of interests long forgotten, animate to become mockeries of life. They look back at me with daemon—spawned grins laden with pointed teeth upon their jackets. The titles of my past endeavors, morph into hellish orbs upon their faces all of which are aglow with the unnatural reddish gleam of the crimson moon. In whispers they conversing in the unknown dialect of their fiendish inexistence. Terrified at the sight of these small devils I force myself to stare at the near blank pages of my journal for sanity’s sake.
I take my quill and focus on my writing and the tiny chatter of these small beings ceases. The fetid air seemed to writhe with power as I spy movement from the pages that I have written upon before. The words, my words below, spin like a maelstrom that engulfs the page. I look deeper with horrifying curiosity as the words themselves begin the chant and then are joined by the possessed books. They rise in a growing hymn, an ungodly chorus.
At the climax of the song of the damned, tranquility overtakes my reading room and slowly I calm and write again. Then with repressed fury the wind howls and rushes against my apertures. They fly back and shatter the flame within my lamp blinks and then abruptly fades. I leap to my feet filled with panic and vigor toppling my desk. Plunged in shadows as I now was my curtains renew their evil dance. They seem to flap freely from their clasp and rotate about the darkened room. Panicking helplessly with the books gibbering, the curtains frolicking, mist creeps into my study and solidifies into my sweet Marianne, the one woman I ever loved and lost ages ago.
She was a swirling temptress in her sweeping green gown of deathly fog. Her reddish blond hair cascading down her comely breasts joined now the blinds chaotic shuffle. She drifted about to face me, and raised her hand to touch my cheek. With a caress she lured me into her loving embrace. My heart ached with fatigue, entirely overwhelmed by her eloquence and renewed memories. As I looked deeply into her black eyes I saw in them the reflection of the youth that I once was. Captivated, she finally drew me closer into a passionate kiss. As we pulled away from each other her body convulsed and fell into a heap. Agony crossed her face as she gasped from her exertion and a sorrowful screech rent the air. Then her hands began to melt away as entropy claimed her, returned to the grave she had laid within for near a century. In a moment it spared none of its vulgarity. She became a haggard crone once more and I wished at that my cruciation would cease. However my torture would not end there. She yelped and pleaded pathetically but to no avail soon she was nothing more than worm-eaten tissue in rotted finery, her eyes were pus in her sockets. I gagged and wretched with anguish.
What was left of me was but a mass of tears, my heart ripped from me like ripe fruit. Over the gentle breeze she called to me and said:
Forget me not for all your years
and parted with the glimmer of sunrise. Grief stricken and overcome by madness, I ran for my window. I leapt five stories to the wicked stakes below. They bore my body upon their points as daylight crested and I was finally granted peace.
Shattered Dreams
I sit in darkness
Alone under the moons silvery light
Where my thoughts stray
From the shackles of its mind
And in their silent wanderings
I stumble upon a gorge
And am filled with the grief
That its memory
Its significance has left in me
And would break in somber tears
If I had tears but left to shed
My heart falls heavy
With the thought of one
Denied of life at life’s prime
For in my thoughts she still walks
A portrait