Monday, September 8, 2014

Darkness Marks


By: Gus Victoria

Darkness falls on the misty plain,
Shades of the forgotten fane
That saw blood spilt
In his blasphemous name
Glide on tortured air
To tempt the brave soul
Bent in earnest prayer,
None they seek they spare,

Cast off the armour of light,
Faded with blackest sin,
Abandon the shield of faith,
Tortured and worn thin,
The Wight approaches
And Doom encroaches,
Fiends and their minions
Enslave much stronger dominions,

You seek shelter you forsook,
Long ago the sword you took
And the flock scattered
Without your shepard’s hook.
To destroy the wolf
You lost the sheep.
And now you must pay
With more than tears you weep.

The cold skeletal hand
Does grasp, burn and brand
Steel cuts only empty space,
You must now take your place,
Moonlight bears witness
To your last moments.
Death claims his harvest,
And the darkness now recedes...






Friday, September 5, 2014

CFB Top 30 Picks Challenge - Week 2

Last week was not particularly kind to the Sasquatch. Hopefully, this week I'll reclaim a bit of respectability (unlikely).  Week 1 raised a lot more questions than it answered. Good luck! Results from Week 1 and The Sasquatch's picks will post short.


There is still time to claim the crown. 








Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The Sasquatch's CFB "Top 30" Picks - Week 1

Here are the fearless predictions of the Sasquatch for Week 1 (highlighted in green). I'm going to need something strong to help me wash out the taste of chalk.

  • # 1 Florida State (0-0) vs Oklahoma State (0-0)
  • # 2 Alabama (0-0) vs West Virginia (0-0)
  • #3 Oregon (0-0) vs South Dakota (0-0)
  • #4 Oklahoma (0-0) vs Louisiana Tech (0-)
  • #5 Ohio State (0-0) vs Navy (0-0)
  • #6 Auburn (0-0) vs Arkansas (0-0)
  • #7 UCLA (0-0) vs Virginia (0-0)
  • #8 Michigan State (0-0) vs Jacksonville State (0-0)
  • #9 South Carolina (0-0) vs #21 Texas A&M (0-0)
  • #10 Baylor (0-0) vs SMU (0-0)
  • #11 Stanford (0-0) vs UC Davis (0-0)
  • #12 Georgia (0-0) vs #16 Clemson (0-0)
  • #13 LSU (0-0) vs #14 Wisconsin (0-0)
  • #15 USC (0-0) vs Fresno State (0-0)
  • #17 Notre Dame (0-0) vs Rice (0-0)
  • #18 Ole Miss (0-0) vs Boise State (0-0)
  • #19 Arizona State (0-0) vs Weber State (0-0)
  • #20 Kansas State (0-0) vs SF Austin (0-0)
  • #22 Nebraska (0-0) vs Florida Atlantic (0-0)
  • #23 North Carolina (0-0) vs Liberty (0-0)
  • #24 Missouri (0-0) vs South Dakota (0-0)
  • #25 Washington (0-0) vs Hawaii (0-0)
  • (#26) UCF (0-0) vs Penn State (0-0)
  • (#27) Florida (0-0) vs Idaho (0-0)
  • (#28) Texas (0-0) vs North Texas (0-0)
  • (#29) Duke (0-0) vs Elon (0-0)
  • (#30) Iowa (0-0) vs Northern Iowa (0-0)
  • BONUS: Michigan (0-0) vs Appalachian State (0-0)
Coach Heisman is unimpressed.

CFB Top 30 Picks Challenge - Week 1

Walter Camp believes in you...
The college football season is upon us! Get your picks in for Week 1. I'll be posting the Sasquatch's picks shortly and on Monday the results. Good luck!

Update!

The Sasquatch's Week 1 Picks (so much chalk...)








Thursday, August 14, 2014

Poetry is a Kiss



By : Gus Victoria
The Kiss (Lovers) - Gustav Klimt 1908-1909

Poetry is a kiss,
Eloquence is a glance
Hidden behind the veil,
Betrayed by a dance.

My body is yours,
Model of imperfection,
Not by your word,
But my own fatal perception.

Let my touch
Arouse your desire,
Passion untold,
Unquenchable fire.

Tonight unforgettable
We may, in arms embraced,
Dream together,
Of another place.

Before we journey,
Let me know
You fully,
Never let go

Our story written,
Remembered hereafter.
Each kiss a poem,
Each night a chapter.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

At the Bottom of the Bottle


By: Gus Victoria

At the bottom of the bottle I chased the void,
It consumed me before the first drink,
Emptiness without reason,
A sip and another,
I slipped and didn’t even bother,
The nectar was relief,
For the mind stumbled
The heart grumbled
And friends stood in disbelief;
“Who is this Libertine?
That in knowledge walks,
And dances so debauched?”
My soul then I bared
There with the glass held,
“I am the poet,
That finds the words
To show how odd the worlds
We straddle are to our souls;
I am the artist
That paints reflections
Beyond the facade.
To the interior,
Bitter melancholy of unlived potential,
A drought we all drink
As in depression we sink.”
Freedom is found in the naked acts
That others blush at
The joy of sensual pleasure
When in respectful agreement
Is enjoyed measure for measure.
At the bottom of this bottle before the void
I find the courage to explore...

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Clown Cried


By : Gus Victoria

The verse was one delivered by a master,
Improvised truth practiced to perfection
On a stage made home
That was never so,
He knew love and admiration,
He knew struggle and derision,
Dark shadows played
Wherever light was,
He was a clown
The world adored,
He lived and gave,
He struggled and he paid,
Ever the gentle soul,
We’d never know
The sadness within
That consumed,
That devoured
The noble man.
One day the sun rose
To never set,
The Clown cried,
But the laughter,
The joy, the memories,
They never died,
And we would never forget.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Diana


By: Gus Victoria

An overconfident man,
Through this dense growth of weedy lies
And ever so sweet fragrant flatteries
Blazes his path,
Like rain drops on oilcloth,
Words slough off,
He ventures on,
Seeking the next discovery,
Ink he draws with his pen
As others blood with blade,
Movement on the page
Gathers as a storm
The meaning he intends,
Sorcery to the uninitiated
Is art in his skilled hand,
Fated to wither as it blooms,
For the master upon the virgin mistress
One day in thoughtless joy intrudes,
His heart in an instant burns with desire
For the goddess of his passion,
Her stare, empty and cool
Causes his senses to flee
And the poet struck becomes the fool,
Orpheus in an moment turns to Actaeon,
She, Diana that sends him away.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

No Marker, No Grave


By: Gus Victoria

The myriad thoughts of the mind are freed
And in chaotic order dance anew,
A moment of weakness
Fulfills a lifetime of strength,
No temple to shame,
No doctrine to defile,
No blame to seek,
Guilt is a garment unworn,
To the fire consigned,
Justice is the new badge,
Dogma no more;
Words in the wind
From the granite slabs
Ground to dust,
Dry corpse by the vulture devoured,
No marker,
No grave,
Faith lives on,
Religion is forever dead.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Strangers Walking Away


By: Gus Victoria

Holding on to the ember,
Fire left its scar,
Soon only ash,
Consuming hope,
There was little left,
Faith withered long ago,
Only habits lingered,
Passion ran once,
A mighty river it carried them,
Empty dust about
Strands them,
Each walks in a different direction,
To seek what might revive
What could not be lost,
Each remembers a vision
That changes with time.
She was dark when he was light,
She was day when he was night,
Alternating in their own way,
One and the other,
Friends and lovers.
Strangers walking away,

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Soulmate

By: Gus Victoria

Soul mates,
Once I believed.
Fate intervening
Destiny fulfilling
Soul mate
I thought I knew.
Poisoned memories
With dark tendrils
Choke like ivy
New growth.

Soul mate,
Passionate concept,
Sterile reality,
Coal without luster,
Ash in the wind.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

A Hundred Years


By: Gus Victoria

The voices call out to me…
Soft on the hill they call,
Where they bled once
Now grow flowers,
The homes they knew,
Some stand still,
More were rubble long ago,
Their shades are the shadows cast
From that Great War
That ended naught,
The promise of youth
By Empire scythed,
The brotherhood of mankind
By generals silenced,
There was Hope in ‘14,
Only the Reaper
Four long years later.
There was innocence in ‘14,
Only cynicism
One century later.
The world poured in idyllic times
Was tempered at the forge of hell
Before, in blood bathed, it emerged,
Changed,
Unknown,
Broken.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Kicking the Cage


By: Gus Victoria

Hostage to your ignorance,
We kick the cage
In righteous rage!
Oppressive oligarchy,
We kick the cage
In righteous rage!
Elected leaders
By your vote
Hold you back.
Elected leaders
Fuck you ten times
Before you fight back.
We kick the cage
In righteous rage!
There is blood you drew
By inaction spilt,
Innocence shattered,
Ammo gathered,
Guns gathered
By a diseased mind
A murderous trigger pulled,
We kick the cage
In righteous rage!
On the pile of bones
From children gathered
You demanded as price
To ignore responsibility
You rejoice in death,
You call it a right
You spew hate,
Fuck your ignorance,
Your Reagan too,
The second Amendment
The murder weapon
Of the nation
You fight for
As all your leaders
Fuck your corpse.
Few survivors…
Kick the cage
In righteous rage!