| Author: | Lazarus Finch | ISBN: | 9781370584451 |
| Publisher: | Lazarus Finch | Publication: | September 16, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lazarus Finch |
| ISBN: | 9781370584451 |
| Publisher: | Lazarus Finch |
| Publication: | September 16, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Fantasies and Nightmares is my second anthology of poems that are divided among three sections; Graveyard Musings, The Horrors Within, and Carnal Desires. Each section details in rather explicit, often times graphic language and harrowing imagery, the unconscionable and innate depravity I sincerely believe lurks within all of us. Whether it be an addiction to alcohol or narcotics; toxic love affairs teeming with domestic abuse; perhaps a late night rendezvous with a complete stranger for the sheer purpose of fleeting sexual bliss; or the shameful prevalence of racism that still haunts the blood-stained streets of our modern society—this book is THAT decaying reflection in the window serving as the damning indictment of what we’ve become. Perhaps what we’ve always been. Rolling down the curtains won't beautify the horror staring back at us, we're simply denying who and what we are . . . but for how long? I dragged these harrowing (but beautiful) corpses out of the crypts they had been sealed within; interred under the reaper’s timeless watch, and laid them side-by-side to express one beautiful story told through the rotting eyes of many. Regardless of the genre this book of poetry is destined to be shelved under, simplistically labeling the messages underlying these tales as horror is woefully parochial—never judge an ocean’s bounty of treasures by what your eyes can, or cannot see floating along its surface. If my darkness can shed a glint of light in your life, then I’ve done my job effectively as a storyteller.
Fantasies and Nightmares is my second anthology of poems that are divided among three sections; Graveyard Musings, The Horrors Within, and Carnal Desires. Each section details in rather explicit, often times graphic language and harrowing imagery, the unconscionable and innate depravity I sincerely believe lurks within all of us. Whether it be an addiction to alcohol or narcotics; toxic love affairs teeming with domestic abuse; perhaps a late night rendezvous with a complete stranger for the sheer purpose of fleeting sexual bliss; or the shameful prevalence of racism that still haunts the blood-stained streets of our modern society—this book is THAT decaying reflection in the window serving as the damning indictment of what we’ve become. Perhaps what we’ve always been. Rolling down the curtains won't beautify the horror staring back at us, we're simply denying who and what we are . . . but for how long? I dragged these harrowing (but beautiful) corpses out of the crypts they had been sealed within; interred under the reaper’s timeless watch, and laid them side-by-side to express one beautiful story told through the rotting eyes of many. Regardless of the genre this book of poetry is destined to be shelved under, simplistically labeling the messages underlying these tales as horror is woefully parochial—never judge an ocean’s bounty of treasures by what your eyes can, or cannot see floating along its surface. If my darkness can shed a glint of light in your life, then I’ve done my job effectively as a storyteller.
