Saturday, January 4, 2014

The God Machine Review - Chandra Free

I'm a pretty big Tim Burton fan, and taking one glance at the cover of THE GOD MACHINE by Chandra Free, I decided instantly to love the art style. 
Tell me that's not beautiful! I love it! It's so reminiscent, and yet totally different, than Burton's style. The unique, otherworldly art is a constant throughout the story, and it lends an amazing feel to what I'd already describe as the "ultimate Gothic" comic in my collection, if not period. 
There's teen angst, and heartbreak. The universal, and eternal, battle between good and evil, Heaven and Hell, Gods and Devils. Clueless friends who just don't understand the main characters pain, and a God who just doesn't understand what in the Hello Kitty is going on. 

So let's get to it.


Meet Guy. He's your normal teenage dude, what with his dead girlfriend and run-ins with Satan and monster-ish hallucinations... Oh, wait. You don't have those too? That makes sense, because no one else ever sees anything, and he's almost convinced that he's out of his mind because of grief. He's got these two friends, who would be great if they stopped throwing pity parties for him and the girlfriend of one wasn't such a total whore and kept sleeping around... But that's not the point.
The point is, he misses his girlfriend. Sith is dead, his heart has been obliterated and now he's being told his girlfriend is NOT dead? 
And that the Gods in charge of existence allowed this to happen?
Unacceptable!

Satan is pushing for revenge, and there's no telling what a broken heart will do to get some answers. 

 

Friday, November 8, 2013

Monday, November 4, 2013

Phil Hester

Just Checking In!

Hey y'all! I'm just poppin' by to check in!

I hope someone is enjoying the posts, poetry and all! :p

I plan on having a few more things up in the next day or so, depending on how crazy things are over here on my side of the screen.

Stay Tuned!

Friday, November 1, 2013

On the Razor's Edge

the struggles of yesterdays resurface
and i feel my pain cut into my wrists
a beautiful relapse of what used to be
a wonderful memory of whats lost
i try to take it through shallow
but it digs in so deep
that the blood flowing from me
radiates this constant defeat
the crimson wall blocks me
from the release that i should seek
but this accidenatl relapse
just holds the forbidden fruit
with such a sweet allure
i can't resist such shattered beauty
such denied pain that feels so good
i close my eyes in sweet agony
the iron taste in my mouth
from biting my lip in effort to remain silent
i watch the blood drip from the blades edge
and smile in a hazy satisfaction
i am reprieved temporarily of the insane pain
and before it hits again
i draw a symbol, a little line
this isn't attempt of suicide
or a cry for help
standing here on the razors edge
its more of a whisper for love