Truth Serum – Black Summer Update

Hey guys. Still working on Black Summer but thought I’d drop another poem preview here. Hope you all enjoy.

Truth Serum

Don’t bother trying to be a good person
Sincerity will fail you when fantasy abounds
Don’t bother trying to be less of a burden
Your attempts at kindness will be run aground
Don’t bother trying to weed out corruption
The system’s been slanted to poison what’s true
Don’t bother offering a kind word solution
Your words will be twisted and then used against you

           ~Christopher Ferguson

Earworm – Short Story

So for my next anthology I want to write a number of short stories to include in it. Unfortunately I tend to have issues with writing works longer than poems, so we’ll see how that goes of course. There is one short story I did write a little while ago as a form of flash fiction. I thought I’d post it here to see what people thought of it and get some feed back. Hope you guys enjoy and constructive criticism is very much welcome.


Earworm

I remember when it was first announced: The HALO. It was quickly labeled the most important invention of the 20th century and one that would change the course of history. Much like the telephone, the cell phone, and the smartphone which came before it. The HALO was a device that could be implanted directly into the human brain. You could use it to listen to music, make phone calls, use apps, and even watch movies – all inside your head. All of this was brought about due to the infinite genius of the American born tech wizard Dio Narcissus, the CEO of the company Red Dragon.

At first it was seen as a novelty. Something the wealthy and rich would want or could even afford. It was even banned for minors for a number of various reasons. From concerns about the ethics of human augmentation in children to teachers just concerned about kids cheating in class. I remember a lot of my classmates at the time wanting one. My few close friends thought it was strange and silly.

That was until a very swift push to make it affordable to the general public. It quickly took over like a pathogen spreading across the globe. Even more bizarre was that those who bought the HALO started to boycott every other company in the world, and they would only buy products from Red Dragon. Red Dragon started absorbing business after business as others went bankrupt trying to stay afloat. They weren’t just controlling tech anymore. Every modern convenience to just basic necessities were falling under their domain.

On the social side, it’s one thing for a fad to take off, but this was much more than that though. It mutated from simply being a means to keep up with the in-crowd to integrating itself into every junction of modern life. The ones who didn’t have one were becoming the minority. I was kicked out of school, my parents pushed me out of the house, I lost my friends, no employer would hire me, and if I was even old enough to apply to colleges none would take me. After a point, businesses and public services even barred those who didn’t have a HALO. Even my sister, one of the closest people to me in the entire world, eventually pushed me away. We used to share everything with each other. We exchanged clothes, shared music, and even kept each other’s secrets no matter what. Now she doesn’t even recognize that I even exist.

I found some solace amongst the outcasts of society for a time, but then Red Dragon did something unimaginable. They began giving away the HALO for free. Inevitably the few people I knew slowly disappeared. I was completely alone. I couldn’t take it anymore. The isolation. The hunger. The cold. I cracked. I gave in. I received my own HALO and suddenly everything changed.

The world no longer seemed bleak and grey anymore. Everything seemed to burst with energy and elation. I reconnected with my family and friends. I was able to go back home and return to school. But the truest sense of satisfaction I felt was from Red Dragon and Dio Narcissus. Whenever I bought a product from them I felt incomprehensible ecstasy. Each day I worked for them I felt all encompassing contentment. Bliss was giving my heart, body, and soul to them. I felt fulfilled, I felt complete, and finally I felt loved again. I had finally become one with God.

~Christopher Ferguson


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Victory – From “Blue Autumn”

Hey guys. This poem is technically from my most recent anthology but I wanted to post it anyways. Pretty dark but religiously inspired. Hope you guys enjoy.


Victory

A holy cup of wrath that makes clergy tremble
A crash from the hills will make the earth rumble

The heavens, the land, entire nations will shake
The seas will boil and every human will quake

A day of much trouble, distress, and desolation
Darkness, gloom, destruction, obliteration

Blood will be poured out like dust and like dung
Clouds and thick darkness will poison every lung

All the stars in the sky will eventually dissolve
Lest plagues of annihilation inevitably evolve

The sun will be blackened and the moon will not shine
Anguish and ruin by the creator’s design

Let the earth be devoured and all mankind smothered
Bodies strewn from one end of the earth to the other

Prophecies of extinction to instill ceaseless fear
The day of the lord is near

~Christopher Ferguson


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Analysis Paralysis – New Poem

Here’s a new poem that I just wrote that I’m probably going to include in the next anthology. Hope you guys enjoy it.


Analysis Paralysis

I rouse feeling feeble
Stale and vulnerable
Narcoleptic visions
Mangled and miserable

Decrepit and sickly
My flesh rots and festers
Excrement and decay
Still prolong and pester

My soul feels diseased
All I can muster is disgust
With boils and malignancies
My mettle will rust

My animus is faltering
For what hope is there to seek?
Is it right to be strong?
Is it wrong to be weak?

    ~Christopher Ferguson

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Spoken Poetry Trial – Raining After Midnight

So after talking with a friend of mine, I thought I’d try out the idea of recording a reading of one of my poems. This poem is from my upcoming anthology “Black Summer”. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Raining After Midnight – Christopher Ferguson

Raining After Midnight

I’m sleeping after midnight 
And it’s raining in my dreams 
Through granite fog I’m wading 
But I cannot reach the seams 
Pain courses though my temples 
I feel the sea solidify 
All I want is happiness 
But I know that happiness is a lie

    ~Christopher Ferguson

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Black Summer Anthology & Sample

So my next anthology is going to be entitled “Black Summer”. I have no planned release date for it at the moment, but I can say that I’ve already completed and organized all the poems for it.

The real challenge for me this time around is going to be that I would like to do a good number of short stories to add to the anthology along with the poetry. That’ll take me a little more work and scrutiny/editing than normal.

The anthology will primary focus on mental illness but also contain poems centered around some other dark subjects in general. For the time being I’ll post a sample poem from the upcoming anthology.


Boomerang Nebula

Tossed hanging lifeless and vividly cold 
Friction constriction leaves frostbite enclosed 
Submerged in silence this thought goes untold 
Lethargic violence and ice juxtaposed 
Celsius concrete tween muscles and veins 
Neurotic opus composed of release 
Burrow of brain stems benumb flesh and pain 
Casket of navy when all functions cease

          ~Christopher Ferguson

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Splendour – I’m Still Alive

Hey guys, I’m still alive but I’ve just been busy doing other things. I’ll post another poem here from my latest anthology. If you enjoy it at all please check out the links in the published for the ebook version of my anthology “Blue Autumn”.

Splendour

You too can be a cliche
A one hit wonder
A vapid word parfait
Reduced to platitudes
A forgettable passe
Banality incarnate
A stereotype buffet

You too can be an adage
Trite and trivial
More sob story baggage
Chemically created
With replica disadvantage
Produced to be sold
As a prosaic package

You too can be a claptrap
Full of deflated hymns
And fustian scrap
Laced with grandiose garbage
And cumbersome crap
Being sold out to chumps
Monetarily entrapped

You too can be a mantra
Solace to morons
As a delusional stanza
Each phrase the same
Xerox propaganda
A false simulacrum
Singing conformity’s anthem

  ~Christopher Ferguson

Patience – More Poetry from “Blue Autumn”

Patience

You’ve tested my patience for far too long.
Forgiveness for you would surely be wrong.
You pick on the weak and idolize the strong.
Farce is your rhapsody and mockery's your song.

Generosity for you was surely a mistake.
For you all I feel is animosity and hate.
To rip out your organs and see your bones break.
That wouldn’t suffice as a violent enough fate.

I want to see you cry an ocean of blood.
Overflowing cesspools with gore and mud.
You think mercy is folly so it’s time to be judged.
To see you engulfed and drowned in the flood.

I have menacing methods and torturing tools.
Infinite time in this one sided dual.
Showing you compassion made me a fool.
Kindness is always wasted on the cruel.

          ~Christopher Ferguson

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Discipline – An Extra Poem from My Latest Anthology “Blue Autumn”

Discipline

I am not interested in being your wage slave 
Your punching bag peasant who needs to behave 
You exploit all my labor and paint me a knave 
To be worked like a serf till I’m dead in the grave
 
I am not interested in being your soldier 
Your flesh meat peon at which to bark orders 
A brain dead lackey and thoughtless marauder 
To run into bullets as dumb cannon fodder 

I am not interested in being your doormat 
Your pushover patsy without insight or tact 
A fool without brains to con and distract 
To be trodden all over and stomped like a rat 

I am not interested in being your chess piece 
Your deluded pawn to dupe and police 
To be devoured by fate with stoic caprice 
A monument to misery as your masterpiece

                 ~Christopher Ferguson

Compassion – Another “Blue Autumn” Sample

Compassion

My brother
I will not harm you
For wearing a shirt of wool and cotton

My father
I will not stone you
Because of the sabbath day forgotten

My sister
I will not force you
To marry the man who raped and hurt you

My mother
I will not hate you
Because of sins that did subvert you

My son
I will not strike you
Just cause god says it is justified

My daughter
I will not beat you
For your love of women you’re ostracized

My enemy
I will not slay you
Just because the lord says you're my foe

My friend
I will not kill you
Just because the bible told me so