Lifeless Soul by Nomar Knight

Lifeless Soul

By Nomar Knight

I'm a prisoner of my mind

No longer warm and kind

Darkness escapes my pores

Simple smile becomes a chore

The demons come from need

Gauging eyes until I bleed

Ripped my heart from my chest

Life's cruelest horror test

Play back old scenes of love

In search of peaceful doves

Black ravens caw and stare

And nobody seems to care

The end squeezes life dry

Never answering why

Nothing left but wait and die

While vultures circle dark sky

Sounds of hell hounds abound

Evil creatures surround

The final bill is due

Lifeless soul without a clue

©2018 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills poetic presentation.

Wait Till... by Nomar Knight

Wait till…

By Nomar Knight

Wait till they get a load of me.

They are blind fools you see.

While I hunt their vulnerable flock.

Letting them protect their stock.

It's the ninety-nine percent that goes.

Disappearing into the shadows.

Like fragile pieces of glass.

Family units out of gas.

Got to love technology at hand.

Distracts them like a marching band.

Too busy wasting their lives.

Living in monotonous hives.

While corporate greed steals their knees.

They fork up the extra fees.

Precious treasure slips through their grasp.

I squeeze every breath till the last gasp.

With morbid discovery comes shock and awe

Widened eyes and dropped jaws.

My masterpiece I gift to them.

Leave them guessing as to when.

Like frantic ants under attack.

They scatter about both front and back.

For death is pure certainty.

Wait till they get a load of me.

©2018 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills poetic presentation.

Fall Into My Darkness by Nomar Knight

FALL INTO MY DARKNESS

BY 

NOMAR KNIGHT

Fall into my darkness and dare to live once more

Scream away the pain you hold in your core

Let me guide your soul through the abyss of love

Wash away tears as we soar up above

Fall into my darkness in eternal pleasure

Collectors of death and skull treasure

Abandon the chains of damnation

Passion will arm you with vengeful castration

Fall into my darkness and be free like me

Light's blinding glare collects its fee

Embrace the soothing moon and stars

Together we'll dance the world will be ours

Fall into my darkness and bask in our moans

We are more than just a collection of bones

With the world at your feet my goddess of night

Conquests-a-plenty with your forever dark Knight

©2017 Nomar Knight. Revised edition. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills poetic presentation.

Fractured by Nomar Knight

Fractured

By Nomar Knight

I smile to sell illusion

My laughter is all the rage

A mask hides confusion

Yet I'm stuck in a cage

Ready to keep busy

Maintain a quiet presence

Dark thoughts make me dizzy

Brought down by hard lessons

I'm fractured inside

And nobody cares

Feelings I do hide

So they don't all stare

Heart bleeds dry

Not like they notice

Can't see me cry

Got to maintain focus

I'm fractured inside

Yet I get up every day

Will the pain subside

Must be a better way

To hear her voice once more

Would mend these old bones

Fractured to the core

Always so alone

Each night I go to bed

With no one at my side

Soon I'll be dead

All fractured inside

©2016 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills poetic presentation.

Wipe it Away!

Wipe it Away!

By Nomar Knight

Wipe it away! Make sure to get it all.

Night becomes day. Mustn't take the fall.

Wipe! Wipe it away! The stains must come off.

Keep them at bay. Secrets revealed by a cough.

Wipe! Wipe! Wipe it away! Sweat mixes with blood.

Damn DNA. Don't be another dud.

Wipe! Wipe it away! They can't see what you've done.

Play another day. Go on a murderous run.

Wipe it away! Someone will come for you.

Maybe not today. Best stay out of view. 

©2016 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills poetic presentation.

Darkness for me Tonight

Darkness For Me Tonight

By Nomar Knight

I've been practicing letting you go

Ever since we said hello

The warm embrace that replaced words

Hearts beating like a thunderous herd

Watched what could be

Turned into it can't be me

A cruel fate dealt us a blow

How to cope I don't know

Fly be free from my love

Let your wings stretch from high above

No hope no joy only despair

Must pretend we no longer care

For the halls of echoes will bleed

If we wallow in love's greed

So fly away my angelic light

Only darkness for me tonight

Only darkness for me tonight

With clipped wings I cannot fly

Only darkness for me tonight

Tomorrow the sun may shine

The myth that you were mine

Reveals true darkness not light

Only darkness for me tonight

Only darkness for me tonight

©2016 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills poetic presentation.

Whispering Secret by Nomar Knight

Whispering Secret

By Nomar Knight

I have a secret you know

Can't let anyone in though

It's not about monsters or violent fools

Nor floating ghosts over pools

To unlock my secrets you must be

Willing to give your all to me

Not like what a demon wants

Or the devil and his taunts

It's not a question of sex

Or falling under a hex

I'm as gentle as can be

With trusting eyes for all to see

Debonair is my name

Every girl's loving flame

Unlike those clueless boys

You loved to treat like toys

I am very sincere

In fact quite austere

No fancy digs to impress

Free of materials and stress

Only one thing I require

That it'd be me you admire

Scratch those guys off your list

Cause they no longer exist

You haven't seen them around

I know they're buried underground

Making your Eden well

Yes I'm the gardener from hell

©2015 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Nomar Knight Poem.

Thief of Shadows by Nomar Knight

Thief of Shadows 

By Nomar Knight

It came with blinding face and eyes of fire

Scolding breath over dead of night

Intense heat seared demon's choir

Evaporating songs of terrible plight

Talons of flames whipped across shades

Stealing dreams of purest pleasure

Tis it the messenger of Hades?

Devouring ill gotten treasure

Its mighty muscles it did flex

Scattering worries cross barren minds

With morning's dew it spread a hex

 Leaving turmoil of all kinds

Illumination stabbed morbid visions

Hidden in a vortex of confusion

In lion's gape flashed life's decisions

Dark shadows, slipped illusion

Like a silent thief it crept

Stirring waves of shame and blame

For the sinners Heaven wept

Screaming sorrows liquid flame

With every droplet of tears,

Weighed surrealistic expectations

Its cleansing rays cleared the fears,

Giving hope to all the nations

The sun sprayed soothing light

Caressing purple hues of sky

It cut sins through blackened night

Lifting souls who could not fly

So say fair well to the thief

Of shadows and inhibitions

Kneeling fast to the Chief

With the dawn, came new ambitions

©2015 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Nomar Knight Republished Poem.

It's Raining Tears Tonight by Nomar Knight

It's Raining Tears Tonight

By Nomar Knight

It's raining tears tonight

Soft wails swirl in doom's wake

Dead victims revealed by moonlight

Floods of endless heartache

It's raining tears tonight

A senseless random fire

Scorching corpses a frightful sight

Increasing the creature's ire

It's raining tears tonight

Pointless lives come to an end

Sinners crumble from mighty height

Human loss the terrible trend

It's raining tears tonight

Years of warnings unheeded

Slaughter their current plight

A new savior is needed

It's raining tears tonight

Trumpets flare with wings in air

A noose of nails squeezes tight

Wreaking havoc and despair

It's raining tears tonight

Infinite suffering for all to see

Enshrouded by endless night

Blood cascades from land to sea

©2015 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Nomar Knight Poem.

A Soul Corrupted

A Soul Corrupted

By Nomar Knight

Anger can be a most useful emotion. Unfortunately, most people allow raw anger to turn into loathing. I’ve heard some people say that humans manifest their feelings about themselves when lashing out at others. Although this may be true, anger is best reserved for help with menial tasks such as prying open a stubborn lid on a jar. Carrying a grudge is indeed like swallowing something toxic and expecting the object of their anger to die as if that person were drinking the tainted blood coursing through their veins. Inevitably, when the fuming tyrant realizes what’s boiling in their insides does not affect their target, another sliver of the angry soul burns off and permeates into the mountain of unnecessary despair.

As luck would have it, there are numerous ways to burn up the toxic emotion and use it for good instead of evil. One way is to start an exercise program. A good couple mile run can do wonders in redirecting the draining emotion. However, if you prefer exercising the brain over fine tuning the body, then a great way to use anger is through imaginary characters. Through writing, one can exact vengeance in a way that would not permit the aggressor to be thrown in jail. In reality, I’ve read news reports where mugging victims that reacted with anger got injured or killed. I say True Death would be extremely counterproductive.

Now, for those stubborn wannabe vigilantes reading this, if you insist on staying angry, then perhaps a quiet way to let out your dark side is to be knighted into the realm of witchcraft. No, I’m kidding of course. Not everyone can possess my powers. Not everyone can call upon the forces of vengeance from the supernatural realm and meat out a fitting punishment. Don’t worry. I haven’t killed any characters in at least a month.

At any rate, if you take one thing away from this blog entry is that anger is indeed a wasted emotion that would be best channeled into something productive.

By the way, if you really want to get even, then smile at your enemy and forgive them. You may catch them off guard and release the poison from your soul once and for all.

Catch you on the Dark Side! 

©2014 Copyright.  Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills Presentation

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.

Blowback

Blowback

By Nomar Knight

I strut amidst chaotic mess

Intense heat extinguishing my concerns

Agents of destruction scurry

Cries of pain bring me glee

Now the one percent have less

Their giant monuments burn

Inside the rubble are buried

Secrets and lies rot beneath

As the masses watch in awe

I search to even the score

For evil's regenerative powers

Maintain a tireless grip

Perhaps now they'll see their flaws

And open opportunity's door

Life should smell like flowers

And be one happy trip

But I if they should learn nothing

And continue along merciless ways

I'll show them my version of something

Make them beg for end of days

©2012 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills Poem.

Goodbye with Style by Bernadette Marie

Goodbye with Style

by Bernadette Marie

I grab the blade, I deeply press

Along my arm, in red, I dress;

So warm it flows, and drips like lace....

Distinctive smell, metallic taste.

So quickly does my dark mood lift-

I dream of stars as my mind does drift.

Sleepy now, and my lips do smile,

As life is slipping away all the while.

Oh, what a shame, the pearls, blood-stained...

And as they say, aren't easily gained.

But the flowers, though fresh;

Still smell like death,

And my beautiful corpse has champagne breath.

© Copyright Bernadette Marie 2012. All rights reserved.

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

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2012. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills Guest Blogger Poetry Presentation.

Bury Me In A Prado by Biola Olatunde

Welcome today's guest blogger~ Biola Olatunde. She has a knack for educating others through her amazing poetry. Please enjoy. 

BURY ME IN A PRADO

by Biola Olatunde

He was only seventeen
He wanted a Prado jeep
to contest with his peers
from the other side of the street.

To the darkness bound; he went
and he whimpered his greed
that they may offer a path
to strengthen his greed

He stole a twin
and brought entwined
to his soul
a journey of fate
that will snare his faith
In the loom of life

The strangled cry of the twin;
the agonized torture of a mother
the fearful haunting
the beheaded grimace of innocence
as silent witness
tore his sleep to pieces

The Baba’s bloody hands
could not silence his sleep
the twin’s cries of despair
from murdered innocence
and maternal agony
by seconds brought him
back to the field of blood
where he had sold his soul
to purchase a Prado jeep

Now at his guilty leisure
to the stern looks of justice
he revises his need
to obtain without sweat
the judge’s cold verdict
came like cold relief
from the terror of his dreams
from the tiny watching eyes
he had buried four feet upright by the stream

That which can only be earned
by honest day’s sweat
as the hammer fell on his life
and the black robed justice wrote
a whispered longing escaped
his parched cracked lips
one more last request
bury me in a Prado jeep!

They buried him in a Prado grave
six feet standing upright
next to the tiny staring eyes
by the stream
of his warped dreams!

© Copyright Biola Olatunde 2012. All rights reserved.
Biola Olatunde has granted Knight Chills non-exclusive rights to display this work.


© Copyright Nomar Knight 2012. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Guest Blogger Poetry Presentation.

When Darkness Comes

When Darkness Comes  

By Nomar Knight

Laughter dies at sundown

Leaves rustle around

A quiet celebration drums

When darkness comes

Amidst the drool and grime

Evil relishes its time

In a starless night

Lurks the thief of light

Creatures rise from tombs

Apocalyptic winds loom

Talons replace thumbs

When darkness comes

With hunger in their eyes

Someone always dies

Faced with flee or fight

Fear adds to their plight

No use being brave

When it's blood they crave

Havens become slums

When darkness comes

For when they smell prey

Doesn't pay to stay

Nothing is alright

Must survive till light

Hurry run and win

Darkness can't hide sin

Forget the shakes and runs

When darkness comes

Too late to show remorse

Have to stay the course

Mustn't lose sight

Death will make things right

Next time make sure

Who you kill is pure

Immortals hide as bums

When darkness comes

True evil never dies

Don't believe the lies

Must survive the night

Or never again see light

©2012 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills Poem.

A High Octane Ride: Bipedal by Yvonne Bishop

A High Octane Ride: Bipedal by Yvonne Bishop

What would you do if in the midst of a terrible accident, your victim changes your life forever?  What if everything you believed in is shattered and another world overwhelms you to the point, you’ll never be the same again?  That’s what Yvonne Bishop’s protagonist, Phoenix, is forced to contend with at such blazing speed that she has no time to escape her bizarre reality.

Bishop spins a tale of nonstop action, barely giving the reader a chance to breathe.  Her sexy scenes don’t disappoint.  If you like werewolves, don’t pass this one up. 

Bipedal is well written and edited, but I took issue with the fact there wasn’t time to pause.  I was forced to remain dirty a little longer, to starve a little longer, and to read with my eyes turning yellow (hint: bathroom break) for I did not want to put the book down  While I’m complaining, I may as well warn you that there’s some gore, but it flows so fast, it doesn’t deter from the reading.  My biggest gripe, I would have preferred chapters instead of one supersonic ride.  Of course, this book is short which adds another problem for me.  Yvonne Bishop’s talents need to be showcased in a longer work. 

Nevertheless, Bipedal is a good read at a great price.  Overall, this is a solid debut for the author.  I look forward to reading her next book. 

Knight Chills rates Bipedal 5 out of 5 Kills

Bipedal is a © Copyright Yvonne Bishop 2011. In association with Angelic Knight Press. All rights reserved. 

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved. 

A Knight Chills Book Review.

Screams in the Night

Screams in the Night

By Nomar Knight

Waiting for an axe to fall

Sweat my sole companion

Suspicious whispers roamed the hall

Trapped in hell's canyon

Gripped mildewed walls

While I slid with trepidation

Black widows heeded call

Prompting my hesitation

But when whispers changed their tune

My heart pumped out of rhythm

As if crawling over wicked dunes

Couldn't let her be a victim

Screeching screams in the night

Inflated all lust for life

Had to make things right

Smashing door to save my wife

Deceit my eyes did see

For my maiden jumped with pleasure

She reached the O without me

Sacred spot ruined treasure

Pathetic pleas plastered in silence

Lost amidst orgasmic screams

Wicked wife took evil's guidance

Shattering all my hopes and dreams

With maddening fury I struck

A blow flashing righteous light

My sword sealed their luck

Forever joined by treacherous plight

Paid the devil his rent

A noose gripped deadly tight

Terrible sounds could not relent

Sordid screams reached new height

Not even hell's burning light

Could shut out despicable sight

Gripped reigns of fire tight 

Haunted by screams in the night 

©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills Poem.