The Bowels of Darkness

Here's my poetic offering for All Hallow's Eve. (Previously published in SNM Horror Magazine)

The Bowels of Darkness   

By Nomar Knight

From the bowels of darkness I came

Looking for my kind of treasure

Wasn't there to play foolish games

Or fulfill your sordid pleasure

Though your smooth flesh was enticing

And your warm eyes a delight

Licking sweat off your brow like icing

No doubt my lust would ignite

But purpose filled my need

So I ventured in the light

Your pale skin had to bleed

No use to struggle or fight

You winced and gagged at my breath

And spat vulgar words of hate

What you smelled was your death

A doomed reality your fate

Tainted soul ventured with me

Into the bleakest of holes

No longer could you see

Your blemishes and moles

Futile cries filled the void

Like razors cutting skin

Deception you employed

Revealed a black heart of sin

In my abyss your screams are harmless

So thrash and flail with all your might

Welcome to the bowels of darkness

Where forever is trapped in fright

©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Nomar Knight Poem.

Touched

Touched

Before you think today's blog is about something inappropriate, erase those awful thoughts off your mind.  In the past few days I've been touched...by kindness.  First, I found out that Knight Chills won another award, of which I will provide details tomorrow.  My good friend and writing partner, T.F. Walsh gave me something called the versatile blogger award.  That was very kind. 


Today, an interview I did with a wonderful woman from South Africa, the gifted poet, Biola Olatunde, hosted me on her great blog, Ephesus: Center Stage.  If you'd like to learn more about me, visit her blog here.


Biola asked some probing questions and as a result, some of my readers have been enlightened in finding out what motivates me to write horror, poetry, dark romance, suspense and supernatural thrillers. 


This wonderful poet, Biola, connected with me through Facebook and we have become good friends.  There were times when either one of us was feeling down, thanks to life's roller coaster ride, and after reading each others words, we felt our spirits lift to new heights.  She has been a wonderful influence on me as have a number of amazing writers/people.  


Thank you Biola for being the wonderful person you are.  And thank you Knight Chills readers for sticking with me even when there were many negative elements swirling around you. I leave you with this quote and then please feel free to read my interview at Ephesus. 

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out.  It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being.  We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.  ~Albert Schweitzer

Thank you all for your support.


Catch you on the dark side. 


Nomar Knight


© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved.

Probing Deeper at this Knight: A Bernard Pivot Blogfest

Thank you to Nicole Ducleroir for hosting this event.

1.What is your favorite word?
I don't have a favorite word, but I do have a favorite phrase.  I use "Take Care" particularly when I'm closing a statement or letter, but only if I really mean it.  Otherwise, I'd use something else.


2.What is your least favorite word?

There are a number of words I'm not fond of but again, the phrase I can't stand is "Too Late!"  That one really makes my blood boil.


3.What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?

Real life with all its twists and horror inspires much of my work. 


4.What turns you off?

Neglect!


5.What is your favorite curse word?

I try not to curse, but some days sh** just happens.


6.What sound or noise do you love?

My one year old granddaughter laughing.


7.What sound or noise do you hate?
The dreaded alarm clock.


8.What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Write now I'm a teacher, but I'd love to write full time.  Maybe some day my dream will come true.


9. What profession would you not like to do?

I would not like to bag and pick up roadkill.   


10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Welcome back, son!

What's In A Name? by NOMAR Knight

What's in a Name?

What's in a name?

By Nomar Knight

Doesn't  matter I try to comply

Bound by rules of the game

Hoping my words satisfy

Praying they don't come out lame

Maybe to you we're all the same

Players of words and themes

Illusionists to treat like a frame

Purveyors of fantasies and schemes

Nevermind I bleed on a page

Grasping words as if from thin air

Not some lion in a cage

But a prince trapped in despair

If my work brings you pleasure

Or intrigues your mind's eye

Then why not treat it like treasure

Let's avoid saying goodbye

A misprint once or twice

Is human I admit

But more than thrice

Just doesn't fit

Your cool Mag does its part

And ya'll do a great job

But these misprints break my heart

Makes me choke back a sob

So please no more Normar

Nor Norman or whatever

This Knight is called NOMAR

I'm a dark poet not a whoever 

I believe all experiences can lead to good things.  In my case, the editor of one of my favorite online magazines, SNM Horror Magazine, seems to have difficulty with my first name.  They've been kind enough to publish some of my poems, but somehow, they tend to get my name wrong.  While I haven't thrown a fit, nor have I thrown knives at anyone, nor have I tortured anyone because of this infraction, I do appreciate that this experience has led to me doing what I love best.  Hence, I wrote this poem.  

To show there are no hard feelings on my part, I include a link to their fine magazine and my latest poem, Chains of Damnation.  Enjoy my poem and all the others.  Enjoy their great stories and amazing art.  And please do subscribe to their newsletter.  They do great work and amazingly, are still free.  

And yes, if you scroll down to my poem, you will find that my name is spelled correctly as of this writing.  Thank you Mr. Editor. ;-)  And thank you Kerry Morgan.  

This poem is also showcased for OneStopPoetry

Truth in Darkness by Nomar Knight & Bernadette Marie

Truth in Darkness

By Nomar Knight and Bernadette Marie

Darker than Dark

(Bernadette Marie)

Closed the Door

Here's my suicide song

My love

I loved you...

But I guess I just...

Hated you MORE...

Feels so good

To slip away

Now I really closed the door

You can't have me back

 Now, Baby

I'm running with my all

My body now torn away

From my soul

You never thought....

I'd really let go.

Crazy Dark

(Nomar Knight)

Slammed the door

Here's my gone crazy song

My sweet

I did love you

But I know

You still hate me

To see you slip away

To the land of no return

Don't want you back

Ever Baby

I'm stuck between padded walls

My soul a prisoner

Of your thoughtless act

I never knew

Love could be so crazy

Darker than Dark?

You ain't seen nothin' yet

For you

The truth in darkness

Won’t EVER set you free

© Copyright Bernadette Marie 2011. All rights reserved. 

Bernadette Marie has granted Knight Chills non-exclusive rights to display this work.

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved. 

A Knight Chills presentation.

What about me? A Character's Gripe

What about me? A Character’s Gripe

Hello, you may know me from the Burning Love series here on Knight Chills.  I’m Candy, today’s guest blogger.  

If you’re not familiar with my ongoing story, I was just a normal young woman looking for love.  I thought I found it with a man named Sam.  The fact he turned out to be a professional hit-man didn’t sway me away from him.  In fact, he trained me how to be a killer, only I can’t take innocent lives.  Yes, I’ve had the misfortune of killing a couple of men, but they deserved it.  They were bad guys.  

So you may be wondering what brings me to guest blog for Nomar.  Well, like all women, I deserve attention.  The talented Mr. Knight has a severe case of Attention Deficit Disorder and I’m the latest victim of his chaotic mind.  Instead of revealing to you wonderful readers my troubles, he’s gone off in a constant state of depression.  Oh don’t worry, he’s not suicidal or anything, it’s just that an angel of depression has his ear.  The fascinating supernatural creature has my favorite writer entombed in a world where Darkness Roams.  

Okay, I admit the angel has an extraordinary existence, but damn it, my story came first.  (Takes a moment to breathe and change my pouting lips into a tight smile).

Anyway, I need your help.  I want Nomar to at least write a couple more episodes of my story and soon.  But I’m afraid he thinks no one cares.  He knows there are at least two fans of mine… Thank you Awilda and Mary, you guys rock!  However, Nomar feels that Oscuro, the fallen angel, needs to be appeased.  Please leave comments in this post, encouraging him to continue telling my story.  If you don’t…I’m afraid I’ll disappear into the land of forgotten characters.  I can’t go there.  I’m too beautiful, athletic, and just plain hot.  Plus, don’t you guys want to see if I can finally get away from Sam? If I end up running off with my newest lover, Lucas?  

Please, I need your help.  

NOMAR! COME OUT OF THE DARKNESS FOR A LITTLE WHILE AND WRITE MY STORY!

If you don’t, I’ll have to come looking for you.

Your sweet-killer gal,

xxx

Candy

Swimming For Your Love

Swimming For Your Love

By Nomar Knight

In your absence I swim in the river of dreams

Struggling to keep my head high

Negotiating waves of torment

Through burning desire

The faster I press onward

The deeper I sink in murky waters

Shadows of discontent

Lurk in my mind

Fear crawls up my spine

A tumultuous awareness awakens

Will I be adequate

Could I make you happy

Splashes of images burn my skin

A fading memory of your face

Slips beyond my reach

Like gobs of water choking desire

Through waves of daily endeavors

I learn to hide my sorrow

The tides of time sweep hardship

Yet the hope of us keeps me afloat

Solidarity gives me strength

So I pummel through while hearing

Fierce cries spread asunder

I mustn't stop now

The simplest sign of your existence

Creates ripples of possibility

Carrying my heart to a promise

Worthy of the glory of you

Sweet whispers edge me on

As I watch defeat drown in the past

Can't stop fighting for us

Won't stop--swimming for your love

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved. 

A Knight Chills presentation.

 

For One Stop Poetry: here 

Hanging on a String by Nomar Knight

 

Hanging on String

By Nomar Knight

My life is hanging on a string

Hot days ignite fever

Cold nights stalking dreams

Your face a fading ghost

Hidden behind walls of reality

My love is hanging on a string

This emptiness pushes to escape

If I bleed it will be the essence of you

Precarious twirl of love's chance

Constant battles against darkness

My heart is hanging on a string

Exposed for all to see

Ignited by fear and isolation

Sprung forth by hope and dreams

Erratic beats pound senseless tears

My soul is hanging on a string

A quiet place disturbed by time

Wondering of what could be

A maze of choices sing inside

Praying one day we'll be free

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved. 

A Knight Chills presentation.

 

For One Stop Poetry: here 

Stop Looking for Signs!

Stop Looking for Signs!

I apologize for not having the next episode of Burning Love ready, but I'm having way too much fun writing a new book, DARKNESS ROAMS.  In the near future I will provide a synopses, but for now I suggest you join me on a brief journey that just may satisfy a burning desire.  If you're like me, you look for a sign that things will finally be different.  You search for a magic remedy that will solve all of your problems.  Well, that won't happen here.  However, I do have a small collection of signs and perhaps some of them may amuse you.





Sometimes it pays to be selfish or a chicken.





Conspiracy Theory Alert!


Just another way to battle overpopulation. 

I wonder how many of us said this prayer on January 1st, 2011.




Contrary to popular belief, I do not attend at this church.





Darn! I had a list of people I wanted to throw in there.



Yet another reason to fight against illiteracy.


Thanks for visiting Knight Chills. I leave you with this last bit of wisdom.






© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills presentation.

Loser Like Me by Nomar Knight

Loser Like Me

     Loser Like Me             

By Nomar Knight  

This is me

For all to see

Beyond the glitter

Lies a quitter

Judge me

Hate me

I don't care

For I am rare

I take what's mine

And climb the vine

Life's stupid game

Without the shame

Thumb your nose

Keep the pose

Say you're the best

Surely you jest

I keep it real

And never steal

My friends last

Yours go fast

Hate bleeds you dry

No wonder why

All negative flack

Slides off my back

Drag the chain

Don't spread the pain

Best be a loser

Than a drug user

Perfection ain't my game

Gotta be insane

You keep the look

I'll write a book

You be you

Without a clue

I'll be me

Wild and free

Who else wants to be

A loser like me?

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved. 

A Knight Chills presentation.

 

For One Stop Poetry: here 

Stylish Blogger Award Finds Knight Chills

 Stylish Blogger Award Finds Knight Chills

I know Knight Chills is not just about horror.  Our readers may enjoy a good scary tale, a chilling poem, but they also look forward to romance and passion.  Thrilling suspense, mystery and a little Science Fiction also make an appearance on this fun blog.  

Let's face it, I do my best to entertain and when possible inform my readers.  I like to think I keep things simple.  That's why my friend and Knight Chills contributor, Carole Gill, surprised me by bestowing this award.  Perhaps in the past I used to dress in three piece suits, but now I prefer jeans and a t-shirt.  With that said, I'd like to thank Carole for thinking about Knight Chills.  As luck would have it, the award comes with strings attached.  

Here they are: 

I must write seven things about myself and I must thank the person who gave it to me. 

Also I must nominate ten bloggers to receive the award.

Thank you, Carole.  You can find her blog here and here goes:

Seven things about myself:


1. I prefer writing to doing almost anything else.


2. If you were to cut me, I'd probably bleed coffee. 


3. My dark Muse has been hit with a romantic bug. 


4. I live in the Caribbean yet I hardly spend any time on a beach. Shame on me!


5. Each Knight Chills contributor has inspired me to keep writing. 


6. I love interacting with my readers.


7. Hope sustains me, although the coffee would argue that caffeine does it. 


Now for the ten bloggers:

http://authorpoppet.wordpress.com/

http://biola-ephesus-ephesus.blogspot.com/

http://jemimavalentino.blogspot.com/

http://jezrisworld.blogspot.com/

http://mytressa.blogspot.com/


http://adriananoir.blogspot.com/

http://mpaxauthor.blogspot.com/

http://raneedillon.blogspot.com/

http://lilamunro.weebly.com/

http://authorsonshow.blogspot.com/


All right now: Go visit these great blogs and tell them Nomar sent you. ;-)


I'll see you on the dark side.


Nomar Knight