Saturday, July 30, 2011

Alone I Weep







Alone I Weep
By Nomar Knight

Alone I weep for what we were
Can't believe how time blurred
Still feel your caress
Surely knew I was blessed
Our love was real
My heart you did steal

Alone I weep under stars
Eating candy bars
Recalling your tender kiss
Picturing our nights of bliss
Hearing moans fade in the dark
No way our love was a lark

Alone I weep for lost love
Praying to heaven above
That you'll find your way back
Without you I lack
Completeness and joy
So don't be coy

Alone I weep for another chance
Wish I could keep you in a trance
To hold you so tight
Mustn't give up our fight
You know we're meant to be
I love you endlessly

Alone I weep for all to see
How could you do this to me
Abandon courage and reason
Committed the ultimate treason
My soul didn't come cheap
And so alone I must weep


 ©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Poem.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Time is the Enemy





Time is the Enemy
By Nomar Knight


Time is the enemy
Don't you know
It brings false hope
Then strikes a blow

Waits until you're distracted
Then creeps up on you
Makes hair disappear
And pink spirits blue

Problems come and go
Worry lines add wrinkles
Gray becomes the new brown
Tired eyes don't twinkle

Babies become adults
Straight postures bend
Surroundings die
But they never end

Teeth fall out
Dentures save the day
Nature hits hard
So you can't stay

And if you think
At last you understand
Crap does happen
Depends become quicksand

Time is the enemy
I kid you not
We are limited
To what we've got

Make the most of it
Don't waste those seconds
Cherish everything
Because death beckons


 ©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Poem.



Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Poisoned Wish






Poisoned Wish
By Nomar Knight

Be careful what you wish for
When you open your heart
Vulnerability opens a door
Forever tearing us apart

We envisioned two lovers
Dancing in the night
Swaying under covers
Allowing love to take flight

But when fate delivered
What we hoped to be sweet
Reality made us shiver
Delight no longer neat

Trapped in cruelty's passion
Desire threw caution away
Not even infidelity's fashion
Could make you stay

We had much to lose
You chose not to break a dish
I'm left singing the blues
All from our poisoned wish


©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Poem.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Burning Love Sizzles




Today just happens to be my birthday.  I woke up expecting this to be an ordinary day.  Imagine my surprise when my friend, Alex Morgan posted this review of my newest book, Burning Love on his blog, Book Junkie.


Nomar Knight is an accomplished and exceptional horror author so I was intrigued when he wrote an action thriller, with not a spooky specter in sight. Whether it’s a grisly tale or a battle between hit men, Knight tells a great story.
You may read the rest of his fabulous review here. 

You may purchase the eBook at Amazon UK here    Amazon US here  


Amazon EUR here

Thank you Alex. And a special thank you to all who have purchased the book. Enjoy the ride.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Anti-social Butterfly

Anti-social Butterfly 



It's almost that time of year again for me.  My vacation will soon be over and I'll have to work with people, again.  I prefer dealing with imaginary characters because I know I am anti-social.  I wasn't always like that, but since I'm dealing with a different culture, I find it easier to keep to myself than accidentally insult someone.  I wonder how many other people feel like this. 



Anti-social Butterfly
By Nomar Knight

I here you claim to be anti-social
So you sit away from everyone
Eat alone as if you're hoping
To become invisible
I see you! Do you see me?

You react with disdain
When our peers gossip
You're about respect
Afraid to get burned
I see you! Do you see me?

Pretty people try and say hi
Your mouth curves
Eyes wander round
Thinking why do they bother
I see you! Do you see me?

Sometimes you forget
And smile at someone
Say the nicest things
Yet I wonder why you're alone
I see you! Do you see me?

You may think you're fooling
Everyone who glances at you
Not realizing I know a secret
You're a kind soul
I see you! Do you see me?

Don't have to be afraid
Though we are human
You may get hurt
If you decide to care
I see you! Do you see me?

So be prepared
For I'm a coming
To bug you until
We become friends because
I see you! Now look at me!



©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Poem.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Watch Me Burn

Watch Me Burn

This poem was inspired by Eminem's duet with Rihanna, LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE. After you read this poem, you can listen to the video located on my post, Break the Chains of Abuse, here.




Watch Me Burn
By Nomar Knight


Stand and watch me burn
You said I'll never learn
I ran off to get away from you
Not realizing I would pay dues

He dazzled me with his lies
And now I'm paying the price
A back slap here pulled hair there
Fattened lip and no one cares

I called the cops thinking I'd be free
Seeing him in chains and beggin' me
Ate my heart with a guilt trip
Can't have my man's dignity stripped

See you watch me burn
Sooner or later I will learn
But you don't understand
Love hurts and he's my man

He promised never again
Would he touch my bruised skin
Melted my will with sad eyes
Thinking this time no more lies

But after a few days I messed up
Pissed him off breaking his cup
Before I could run and hide
He took me down hell's ride

You stand over me in tears
Worn down from all those years
My corpse in ashes I never learned
Last time you'll watch me burn


©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Poem.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Dream On!

Dream On!



There was this boy who woke up one night with a nightmare. He cries, “Mummy, Mummy!” His mother came rushing into the bedroom and the boy told her that he had a dream that Grandma died. So a week later, his Grandma died.
The boy woke up another night screaming and he told his mother that he dreamt that Grandpa died. Strangely enough, a week later Grandpa died. The boy woke up yet another night screaming that he had a nightmare in which his father died.
The mother told the father and he became very cautious. He watched his health and treated his body excellently. So a week passed and the postman died.




Sophie went to see a psychiatrist about her husband.

"Doctor, My husband has this problem. Almost every night now he's dreaming he's a refrigerator!"

"My dear, that is not really a problem! A lot of people dream that they are somebody or something unusual..."

Sophie leans forward as she softly whispers this confidence: "But you see doctor it is also a problem for me! Jake sleeps with his mouth open and the light keeps me awake!"





A distraught man goes to see a psychologist. How may I help you?  The doctor asks, "Doc, every night, I have the same dream. I'm lying in bed and a dozen women walk in and try to rip my clothes off and have wild sex with me."

"And then what do you do?" the shrink asks. 

"I push them away," the man says. 

"Then what do you want me to do?" the shrink asks. 

"Break my arms!"


Dream Come True



Three dreams of a man:


To be as handsome as his mother thinks.
To be as rich as his child believes.
To have as many women as his wife suspects…




FAT CHANCE!







Catch you on the dark side.

Nomar Knight


©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Presentation.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Break the Chains of Abuse





Break the Chains of Abuse
By Nomar Knight

As you all may already know, I hate abuse of any kind.  Perhaps one of the best ways to deal with abuse is to try and understand why it occurs.  However, I believe I’ll never understand the psyche behind a spouse’s willingness to put up with abuse.  The only reasonable explanation that comes to mind is that the entire process becomes an addiction.  The aggressors indulge in the acquisition of power to the point they feel the need to express themselves.  The victims find they need the morbid display of affection even though they know it’s wrong. 
One of my favorite songs is Eminem’s LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE which features Rihanna who happens to know from personal experience what it’s like to get bashed in by a boyfriend.  Here is an excerpt of the lyrics to the song.
Rihanna sings:
Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts

Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie

Eminem raps
I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there’s a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can’t breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It’s like I’m in flight

High off of love
Drunk from my hate
It’s like I’m huffing paint
And I love it the more I suffer
I suffocate
And right before I’m about to drown
She resuscitates me
She freakin’ hates me
And I love it
Wait

Where you going
I’m leaving you
No you ain’t
Come back
We’re running right back
Here we go again
It’s so insane
Cause when it’s going good
It’s going great
I’m Superman
With the wind in his back
She’s Lois Lane
But when it’s bad
It’s awful
I feel so ashamed

I snap
Who’s that dude
I don’t even know his name
I laid hands on her
I’ll never stoop so low again
I guess I don’t’ know
My own strength

I understand addiction is extremely difficult to overcome because a habitual cycle must be broken in order to step away from abuse.  The question I pose to my Knight Chills readers is: how can you help someone that either doesn’t recognize they have a problem, or doesn’t want to break the chains of abuse?

Listen to the song in the video link and comment.  I’d love to know what you think about this subject.

Catch you on the dark side.

Nomar Knight





©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Presentation.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

One Sick Ride: Review of The Carnival by Lisa McCourt Hollar





One Sick Ride: Review of The Carnival by Lisa McCourt Hollar
As a kid I always looked forward to visiting a carnival for its sweet cotton candy fragrances, the children’s laughter, and the high pitched screams of the excited teenagers.  The colors tended to magnify everything, making me feel smaller than I actually was.  I recall the joy I felt as someone won a big prize. 
It wasn’t until I got to my teen years that I got on scarier rides.  I recall the Funhouse being weird since mirrors distorted my appearance.  Or did they really provide me with a glimpse of how we humans really look.  Hmm, I guess that’s for another post.  Anyway, I enjoyed the creativity that went into trying to scare people in the House of Horrors.  A dummy hanging by its neck, a mummy moving mechanical hands towards my head, and a maniac with a sharp looking scythe on one hand and someone’s head on the other, usually got screams from the other kids.  I did my best to eliminate fear by naming them after relatives. 
After reading Lisa McCourt Hollar’s short tale, The Carnival, I flashed back to the old days because just like those rides, this eBook is definitely not for the squeamish.  It starts rather innocently, with Lucy, a pregnant teen following a carnie to a more secluded area on orders from her fiancĂ© Tom.  Along the way Lucy describes in vivid detail all she sees, bringing the experience to life for the reader. 
I recalled being mesmerized by Lisa McCourt Hollar’s prose as her imagery and dialogue slowly peeled away the illusion that the main character was living under.  Yes, things aren’t always what they seem to be and this author maintained a high level of tension throughout. 
Now, I must warn you, this story is extremely graphic near the end, so gore lovers, this is one read you’ll want to sink your teeth, er, um eyes into.  For those that appreciate a good horror tale, Lisa delivers the goods.  Although, if you have a weak stomach, you may want to read this one after you’ve digested your meal.

Here's a link to the book, The Carnival, on Amazon.  Be sure to read her other books, including children's tales.  Yes, she's a wonderfully versatile author. 

© Copyright Lisa McCourt Hollar 2011. All rights reserved. 
Lisa McCourt Hollar has granted Knight Chills non-exclusive rights to display the book cover for The Carnival.
© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved. 
A Knight Chills Book Review.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Living With Monsters: A Brief Look At Domestic Violence

Living With Monsters 



Living With Monsters: A Brief Look At Domestic Violence
By Nomar Knight

There may be a thin line between love and hate, but some lines should NEVER be crossed.  It’s bad enough that we’re surrounded by violence, but do we have to put up with that nonsense in our homes?  I don’t know what would possess a guy to hit a woman.  Although I’ve had my buttons pushed and in my mind I committed some atrocities, I never lost it to the point where I would lay a finger on a woman.
Here’s some National Data on Domestic Violence:
  • One in three women has been beaten, coerced into sex or otherwise abused during her lifetime.
    (Source: Sexual Assault Experiences and Perceptions of Community Response to Sexual Assault, 2001)
  • One out of every six American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime.
    (Source: Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network)
  • On average, more than three women a day are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends in the United States.
    (Source: Family Violence Prevention Fund)
  • Every nine seconds, a woman is beaten in the United States.
    (Source: American Institute on Domestic Violence 2001)
  • Women ages 20-34 endure the highest rates of domestic violence.
    (Source: American Institute on Domestic Violence 2001)
  • Only about one in five domestic violence victims with physical injuries seek professional medical treatment.
    (Source: Bureau of Justice Statistics)
  • Sexual violence starts very early in life. More than half of all rapes of women (54%) occur before age 18; 22% of these rapes occur before age 12.
    (Source: Tjaden and Thoennes, 2000)
  • Intimate partner violence is the leading cause of injury to women. It affects 1-3 million women a year in the U.S., making it more common than muggings, stranger rapes and car accidents combined.
    (Source: Frisso JA et al., 1996. Tjaden P, Thoennes N, 1998)
  • Domestic crime against adults accounts for almost 15% of total crime costs: over $67 billion per year.
    (Source: Victim Cost and Consequences: A New Look. National Institute of Justice Research Report, Jan. 1996)
Okay, so this has been around for years and the numbers seem to be escalating.  I wonder when the madness will stop.  Like Rodney King said, “Can’t we all get along?”
Unfortunately, the chilling statistics spill over into medical costs.  Here a few more stunning stats:
Health Care and Violence
  • An estimated 10% - 20% of emergency department visits by women with intimate partners are a result of domestic violence.
    (Source: The Health of Washington State Domestic Violence, 2004)
  • 50% of all mental health care dollars are spent on adults who were abused as children.
    (Source: Victimization Costs and Consequences: A New Look. National institute of Justice 1996)
  • In an HMO study, abused women cost the plan 92% more than the general female population.
    (Source: Wisner, C.L., Gilmer, T.P., Saltzman, L.E., and Zink, T.M. Intimate partner violence against women: Do victims cost health plans more? Journal of Family Practice 48(6): 439-43)
  • More than 50% of abused women present with the following symptoms: fatigue, depression, anxiety, chest pain, back pain, abdominal pain, sleep disorder, shortness of breath, nausea/vomiting, headaches, decreased appetite, dizziness.
    (Source: Sutherland, C et al., 1998)
  • More than one third of sexual assault victims and battered women experience symptoms of depression.
    (Source: Toolkit to End Violence Against Women)
  • 46% of domestic violence victims have symptoms of anxiety disorder.
    (Source: Toolkit to End Violence Against Women)
  • If an injured victim of domestic violence is treated by a physician or nurse who does not inquire about abuse or who accepts an unlikely explanation of the injuries, and the patient then returns to the abusive situation and sustains further injuries, the physician or nurse could consequently be held liable for those injuries.
    (Source: AMA Guidelines on Domestic Violence, 1992)
I feel the best way to combat this problem is to educate, especially our male species.  Certainly we can rise above this and treat women with the respect and dignity they deserve.

Catch you on the dark side.

Nomar Knight

Statistics provided by Washington State Department of Health.

©2011 Copyright. Nomar Knight.  A Knight Chills presentation.