Fragile Pieces

Fragile Pieces

By Nomar Knight

When a building exploded

Chaos reigned supreme

Body parts overloaded

Littered a serene scene

Fire trucks wailed and bustled

Emergency crews dealt with blood

Blue uniforms hustled

A mad bomber's fiery flood

Destruction for an entire block

News crews filmed the show

Disciples lost their flock

Survivors with no place to go

 Hell rose from solemn ground

Passing judgment on all who stood

 Terror left a numbing sound

Pain and sorrow replacing good

Stop the madness they screamed

The culprit must pay with life

Only one man proudly beamed

Living to spread misery and strife

Evil walked among men

In plain sight yet not seen

Vowed to do it again

Mayhem his cherished dream

©2013 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Nomar Knight Poem.

Protecting Evil

Protecting Evil

By Nomar Knight

A friend of mine posed this question: why do horrible people have guardian angels? I said it’s because evil serves a purpose. We don’t like evil people but they do perform a role in this world. I can make an argument and claim that the creator uses evil as a way of testing people, educating souls about themselves, and perhaps the most disturbing reason of all, to balance the world’s population.

Let’s start with the latter. Natural disasters are in place to try and cut into the number of souls roaming the Earth. However, sometimes manmade disasters are part of a master plan. We look at massive deaths as horrifically tragic. Perhaps the creator sees it as a way of calling his people home. I know, what kind of a God would deliberately allow death a free hand at his creations? The only thing I can think of is to restore balance.

As for using evil to teach souls lessons, I believe we learn from every situation whether on a conscious level or subconscious. Yes, some experiences profoundly change who we are. Anyone who prescribes to the theory that God has a master plan probably thinks that destiny has already been written. We just don’t know what the creator’s game plan is. That’s why so many seek out answers through religion.

The third reason for using evil could be to test people. After all, difficult struggles do add to our character. It wouldn’t surprise me that our entire existence in this domain is educational. Maybe it’s an epic vacation filled with unique adventures from where we originally come from. Maybe there is no one true deity. Maybe there’s a sophisticated network from a higher dimension and we all come from that plain of existence. Whatever it is, I’d sure hate to die and find out that we actually are super advanced apes.

Getting back to my friend’s question, it makes sense to me that if we are on some incredible yet temporary adventure, that we have a guardian angel looking out for our interests. Currently, there’s a guardian angel whispering her story in my mind. Her name is Furia. She played an interesting role in my novel, Darkness Roams. The giant female angel is beginning to reveal her secrets. According to her, righteous angels care about humans. She considers herself to be one of the best protectors of mankind, but sometimes she’s forced to protect souls that she would like to extinguish herself.

If you were a guardian angel, would you protect every soul assigned to you, even the evil ones?

Catch you on the dark side.

Nomar Knight

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2012. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills Feature Presentation.

Keep Hope Alive

Dedication: From Candy to Lucas

I love you baby! 

Keep Hope Alive

By Nomar Knight

Sometimes I want to flash forward

To the part where we're together

To finally have you by my side

Our love will live forever

I know I'm a dreamer

Living someone else's life

Stuck in a world of loneliness

Like a ghost surrounded by strife

Pluck me out of this nightmare

Shower me with all your love

Kiss me a thousand times

Let's pray to the one above

Help me fight despair's grip

Brush away the fear that grows

Tear off the chains of the past

Eliminate all our woes

Your voice is like soothing waves

As if angels sing lullabies

Love's heavenly chorus rises

Until shattered by sad goodbyes

Must fight past the wonder

Will happiness be ours at last

Please Lord spring us forward

Let our union come fast

And if it should be decided

That time must have its way

Then I pray we gain the strength

To keep hope alive one more day

©2012 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills Poem.

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.

Ramblins of a Dark Knight: Silent Voices

Ramblings of a Dark Knight: Silent Voices

Hello Knight Chills readers, it’s been awhile since I posted anything. I apologize, but something strange has been happening to me. For some unknown reason, the voices which fill my head with action-packed stories are silent. I spend many nights sitting on my porch, hoping to hear from a character, no matter how dangerous. Unfortunately, I can’t hear them. Gone are the loud screams in the night. Instead, I fill my time watching internet television, listening to music, and as of late, smoking a cigar.

Oh how I long for Candy, my favorite sexy character, to whisper about her current capers, but I guess she’s too busy. Heck, I’m getting desperate. I wouldn’t mind a visit from my favorite female vampire, the Countess Lorraina Sandoval, but she too has opted to stay away from me.

I admit the silence is aggravating. Normally, in between stints from my most popular characters like Oscuro the angel of suicide, or Lieutenant Woods the psychic homicide detective, I would get visits from psychotic killers. Sometimes they would only entice me with a poem instead of a fleshed out story. At least they used to show up and fight for my attention which has never been easy since I have attention deficit disorder.

Unfortunately, my nights have become peaceful. Gone are the restless nights, gone are the nightmares that had me waking up in a cold sweat, barely able to utter a breath before I would eventually regain my composure. The challenge would be to pen the details before sanity wiped away memories of torture, screams, misery, and blood. Oh how I miss the chaos.

Let’s face it. I’m concerned that I’m becoming civilized. The word itself makes me break out in hives. Niceness is making me weak. Another friend of mine called me a kind soul. Yuck! Give me a bloody murder! Point me in the direction of a good evil man to torture. Surely this strange funk can’t continue.

In the event that I go missing once again, send out a search party. Rescue this dark Knight from the dungeon of writer’s block. Feed me information about characters who are suffering and worth caring for. There must be a voice out there that’s loud enough to capture my attention and captivate my creativity. Until then, I’ll sit on my porch, gaze up at the night sky and listen to the maddening silence.

Don’t get burned by the light. Bask in true darkness and send some my way.

Nomar Knight

Spice Up Your Writing: Explore Alternate Realities

Spice Up Your Writing: Explore Alternate Realities

By Nomar Knight

The concept of alternate realities actually existing has always excited me, particularly when it comes to writing fiction. When I visit one of my favorite getaway spots, I often ponder what I consider to be the key trigger in an alternate reality scenario. I unleash my imagination thinking about the power of IMPULSE. Impulse can be defined as the sudden, involuntary inclination that can prompt one to action.

Let’s say I’m at the beach, observing people as they’re having a good time. I spot a guy that looks like he eats weights for breakfast as he sprints across the sand, accidentally kicking the stuff into a sunbather’s eyes. As the thin sunbather cusses and tries to get sand out of his eyes before it begins to sting, the big guy stops and doubles back.

Now, perhaps in your currently reality, the muscle man did the right thing and apologized to the sunbather. You as a writer would prefer an alternate outcome, one that should keep any reader awake. Just think of what you saw and ask yourself, what really happened in one of the many possible alternate realities?

Since I tend to live inside a dark world, my alternate reality would look something like this:

Muscle man sprints across the beach, accidentally kicking sand in sunbather’s eyes.  Sunbather cusses.  Big man doubles back and asks, “What did you say?”

“Hey man! Watch how you run! You kicked sand in my eyes.”

The muscle man shakes his head, and in a deep voice says, “Is that all you’re worried about?” Then he promptly lifts the sunbather off the sand, carries him in spite of his pleas for mercy and tosses him into the rushing waves.

Of course, a more likely alternate scenario for me would be the muscle man attempts to lift the sunbather, the sunbather pulls out a knife and guts the big guy in front of the shocked beachgoers.

The point is that there are an infinite number of possible scenarios and while what you witnessed might have been a little boring, in an alternate universe, the universe you want to tap into as a writer, boring may be replaced by chaos and mayhem. Chaos and mayhem are excellent ingredients when it comes to writing action-packed fiction.

Till next time. Catch you on the dark side.

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2012. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills Feature Presentation.