Embrace The Vampires

Random Thoughts

December 18, 2003
The Graveyard was calling me today. In all the grey and gloom, the dreary day beckoned me to visit the graveyard. It was a wonderful day for photos. No sun, a little drizzle and it was absolutely chilli at about 40 degrees out. Yes, a definate perfect day for the tombs to call me. Yet I could not go.

So I sought solice in these pages, posting my most prized graveyard photos, remembering the day that I visited them and stole those images. I could smell the cool air as if I were there. I could feel the stone beneath my fingers and the winter air feeling my body with each breath.

Then I think of the nocturn angel that beckons me in a nearby county. She calls to me each time I pass. I am determined to capture her and display her beauty upon these pages if it kills me. I know I will be trespassing to get her, if I do not find the owner of the run down old cemetery. It sets beneath an old tree in the center of a wide field, there is no path to access it, thus I would have to make my own. But I would do it. One day very soon you shall see her presence grace this site. Today would have been a perfect day to visit her.

I got a little work on here done today. I know I wont get a chance to do much this weekend with Christmas shopping and preparing for the upcoming Holiday. I hope to steal an hour or so tomorrow, maybe midday,,, oh well we will see.

December 19, 2003
I made it out to graveyard hunt today. I was somewhat successful, you can find the photo's I took posted. It started to snow pretty heavy, and I really wished that I wasn't pressed for time. I am going to have to take at least one day out of the week to spend just on that, and nothing else. It's pitiful when you have to start budgeting your time away like that.

I made an arragement with Gatekeeper to work on the flash intro for this site. That's pretty exciting. Hopefully my weekend will be productive and I will have much time for Graveyard hunting.

December 21, 2003
More graveyard photo opts this weekend. Soon I will be able to take a full day and dedicate it to just this extracuricular activity I love so dear.

If you haven't noticed, I seem to be partial to the Green Grove Cemetery for some reason. I have visited it several times, and there are more photos of this grave site than any other among them.

It is so peaceful there. I have no relatives buried there. I only go because it's quiet and I have a connection with the dead there for some unknown reason. I almost never pass there that I do not stop for a quick stroll to gain my senses. I'm not sure exactly who it is that is partial to my company there, but I am partial to theirs as well.

Febuary 02, 2004
Silver Rain keeps running through my mind,
Rolling so gently from your lips,
What emotion did you have when you saw this rain
And what colored it this shiny grey
Your beauty astonishes me
I am speechless and breathless in an instance
I forget myself, I forget time
Almost as in the graveyard
When peace and time comes to me
And nothing matters but the wind in the trees
The scent in the air and the shining life I see in your eyes
That's where we are, in a graveyard with no markers,
Everyone around us seemingly dead
But your presence brings life to this morge of the earth for me Every face the same, every person just a shell of what could be Yet you survive, you grow, you love, and you live,
How can this be,,, do you possess a power that they do not have How is that in a world where everyone is dead or dying You live and bring life to those around you?
Black and white, colors of grey fill my eyes, dark and gloom I long for it mostly.. I search for it..
And there is you.... filling my sight with these radiant rainbow splashes Is this right, this can't be, how is that you are so colorful to me,
Yet you feel dark and forgotten.
You see me and I shiver,,, my palms sweat, and my knees weaken
I feel naked but it doesnt matter, for I know you are not looking at my nakedness... you look further... inside
Awakening things that should be dead, things that are sleeping and I wish to stay that way... yet here they are in front of me after I hid them away so carefully never to gaze upon again.
Red, colors of red, where do they come from. The yellow, why is it yellow... I am so infatuated with the idea that I cannot help but bask in the yellow. yellow
red
white
bright green and ambers
Filling the cold grey images as your being passes by them,
As if you are a magical paintbrush touching everything you walk by coloring it with your love.
Yet you remain grey.. why do you not retain life for yourself.. why must you share it with everything around you and deny yourself?
Silver Rain,, still repeating in my skull..
Etched in my mind the moment you spoke it
This unbearable desire to understand from whence it came.
Silver Rain,,,,
Silver Rain,,,
I try to understand, I try to feel, I feel refreshed, I feel cleansed, I feel purity, I feel alive, and I see you...
So my Angel perhaps you are Silver Rain... in all its beauty covering and washing all that it touches.. bringing life to that which is dead.. yes you are Silver Rain.. not I.. I am merely one who was so blessed as to feel your shower of giving.. Silver Rain.