Gemini Moon

Blinded by the light

Of a Gemini Moon,

The twins, converged,

Begin to bloom.

The black and the white

Blend to grey.

In a colorless void,

The duality lay.

It forms a mouth

And prepares to speak.

The sound exerted,

An ominous beat.

Drops become rivers,

An ocean in days.

It waits at the shore

To be swallowed by the waves.

Mustache Love

Chris Foglia - Mr. Mustache

Sara Foglia - Mustache Lover

DJ Foley - Writer, Director, Editor

Top 10 of 2010

A bit late, but here are my Top 10 Albums of 2010...in no particular order.

01. The Secret - Solve et Coagula

02. The Damned Things - Ironiclast

03. Mike Patton - Mondo Cane

04. All Pigs Must Die - All Pigs Must Die

05. Dillinger Escape Plan - Option Paralysis

06. Integrity - The Blackest Curse

07. Dropsaw - Hard Justice

08. Intronaut - Valley Of Smoke

09. How To Destroy Angels - How To Destroy Angels

10. Knut - Wonder

Symbiosis

I wrote lyrics and performed as a guest vocalist for the song "Symbiosis" on Darkness Before Dawn's album "King's To You." I had to edit out several lines to make it fit the song. Here it is, unabridged, for the first time.

Symbiosis

As my soul's winter turns to Spring,

I gaze upon the rising Sun.

Again I have survived

Another darkened night.

Dusk now welcomes warming dawn,

Thawing ice from frozen hearts.

The morning dew and flowing streams,

We drink in victory.

Daylight illuminating.

Optimism filling me.

Confidence restored with

Another evening conquered.

I bask in the Sun's healing glow

With soothing convalescence.

Despite the deepest wound repaired,

A crooked scar remains.

Temperatures are heating now.

Spring has turned to summer swelt.

The Sun hangs high and patiently

Awaits our firy end.

Betrayed by our once healing light,

The scent of scorched flesh fills the air.

The running brooks and cooling streams

Cannot extinquish me.

Longing for the rising moon,

I fear this will not end.

Despite this pressing, violent feud,

My hand I must extend.

As dusk slowly closes in,

Again the sun begins to set.

No longer engulfed in flames,

I welcome Night's embrace.

As my soul's summer turns to Fall,

I gaze upon the setting sun.

Again I have survived

Another blinding day.

Dawn now welcomes cooling dusk,

Blistering our burning flesh.

The cold rivers and frozen streams

We dance upon with ease.

Twilight illuminating.

The landscape so fresh and scarce.

Shadows cast infinitely.

I am home again!

I bask in the Moon's healing glow

With soothing convalescence.

Despite the bubbling blisters scarred,

All flesh remains black and charred.

Temperatures are dropping now.

Fall has ushered Winter's freeze.

The Moon hangs high and patiently

Awaits my icy end.

Betrayed by our once healing light,

The air emits a frozen bite.

The burning Sun cannot be found.

What then will be thawing me?

Longing for the warming Sun,

I fear this will not end.

Despite this pressing, violent feud,

My hand I must extend.

As dawn slowly closes in,

Again the Sun begins to rise.

No longer filled with enmity,

I welcome morning's light.

Without me you have no merit

So this world, for now, we'll share it,

But one day this will all be mine.

Silence Is Golden

The well-dressed man tore both tickets simultaneously, in one swift motion. The perforation separated with ease and seemed to seal the evening's fate. With a smile and a nod he urged them to "Enjoy." The stubs, like passes for a bullet-train into the imagination, were promptly returned to the young couple. They smiled, anxiously, and strolled passed the ticket-taker.

With the Rubicon crossed, they made their way toward the platform. Concession attendants exchanged smiles with them as they passed the sweet, salty, sugary facade. Neither felt like throwing away any more wishes for temporary highs. Rather, their interest lay in the rush from each other's proximity. A brief glance assured, silently, that the feeling was indeed mutual.

Side by side, they entered the dimly-lit room. A light glow illuminated their ascent up the mountain of seats. Anxiety distilled into eager anticipation as they glided toward their resting places. The soft cushions hugged them in comfort, completely freeing them of any remnant worry.

It was then that they looked to the other, hoping that this relief had not passed them by. Their eyes locked into a gaze that froze time and space, transporting them into another realm, far beyond anyone else's perception. The room, nay, the world whirled around them in a blur of blindspots. For a brief eternity, they were the only ones in existence.

Darkness descended upon the theatre. The cold, black room now resembled a crypt in which to sacrifice all disbelief and mental inhibitions. Reborn, were they, by the light of the projector's eye. The loving pair reached for each other's hand, interlocking fingers as if completing a puzzle. Their hearts pumped blood faster into the unified fist. Eyes locked once more, sending them into the aether. They separated their lips like so many tickets. Moving closer, they shut their eyes - thus sealing all exits from this secret place. No turning back. Lust, anxiety, and fear melted together becoming them. A lover's alchemy. Their mouths closed tight on each other, soft and moist. The unified fist compressed with reassurance.

They smiled then, as they leaned back into their seats. A warmth flooding their bodies in that cold, dark crypt. They had sacrificed themselves and crossed the abyss unscathed. This moment would be with them forever. Without a single word, they knew. Despite a future of infinite possibilities, there would always be this. No one could take it from them. They squeezed each other's hand again as the film began its story, eager to know how it would all play out.

The Story of Housman's Athletes

I was in a band called "Housman's Athletes" for about 2 years. Toward the end of our ultimate demise I wrote this silly story as a kind of "faux bio." Only about 5 or 6 people have ever read it.

Here ya go...

The Story Of Housman's Athletes

The summer sun beats down without mercy. A hush sweeps through the arena. Only the low, gasping breaths of anticipation are heard from the crowd. Lord Housman boldly rests upon His Majesty's throne in his private balcony. He stands with angelic grace and approaches the railing. Gazing down at a hooded guard, he closes his eyes with a nod. The Lord then re-seats himself and strokes his beard with an eager, giddy satisfaction.

The guard acknowledges His Majesty's signal of commencement and opens the steel gate. From the dungeon emerge the five naked gladiators - Epsilon the Brave, Dijiclese the Brute, Christoph the Cunning Linguist, Kazmaticus the Mysterious, and Logan the Man-child. Chains connect these warriors as they confidently stroll to the center of the arena, dragging their legendary endowments in the sand. The crowd erupts in applause and whistles, while several fair maidens faint with excitement into a pool of their own orgasm. Together these men-of-men have lost not a single battle and today suggests nothing to the contrary.

With a wave of his hand, Housman signals another hooded guard. As the adjacent gate begins to rise, a low and ominous rumble is felt. Silence once again falls upon the audience. Wiping sweat from their brows, the chained band of nudists take their fighting positions. The rumble grows louder and everyone quickly realizes that Thomas the Elder's syphilitic rantings in the square that morning were true. From the abyssal darkness emerges the three-headed bestial guardian of Hell...Cerberus.

As blood pumps through the veins of the warriors' rippling, muscular bodies, they give each other a fearless nod and smirk. A deathly battle cry is exerted as these courageous souls race toward the dreaded beast. What transpires is glorious, shocking, inspiring, and yet altogether indescribable.

When the dust and animalistic death-rattles settle, the five naked gladiators stand victorious atop the mammoth, three-headed, disemboweled canine. The crowd once again leaps to their feet, save for the unconscious maidens, and congratulate with an almost deafening applause. Epsilon, Dijiclese, Christoph, Kazmaticus, and Logan the Man-child raise their gore-covered fists before taking a unified bow. In a thankful act of appreciation, they blow bloody kisses to the crowd. Lord Housman commands the five glistening bodies to line-up before him.

"Athletes! Of thine accomplishments, songs shall be writ! And if they not, then songs shall ye write!"

That night, His Majesty privately congratulates the victors with sweet meats, wine, and women. He acknowledges that they have surmounted many obstacles and accomplished great feats in their short duration together. He insists, however, that they have attained all that can be in a world such as theirs, surpassing even his own ruling power.

"Alas, ye can gain no more success...in this time. Eat, drink, and fornicate! For ye shall not see the morning. I have sent for the great magi, Ryanus of Greenwich, and he shall send ye into the beyond where thine talents and prowess shall make thee kings!"

The Athletes begin to indulge, and rightly so. A festive mess of music, dance, food, flesh, and wine ensues; such that would please Dionysus himself! The guests of honor perform traditional songs of their homeland while practicing a sensual ritual with the party patrons, introduced by Kazmaticus, involving bathing in goat's milk. Evening climaxes, coincidentally, in a massive orgy including noneother than Queen Housman herself; though in disguise. As the night wears on into an inebriated blur, they slowly fall into a complacent slumber. One by one, the soothing comfort of darkness takes hold of all five Athletes with smiles gracing their beautiful faces.

Eyes wide and gasping, they awake upon a stage with instruments and garments that are, to them, anachronistic. The defeaters of beasts large and small stare out into a sea of strange faces, dressed in similar garb, screaming and cheering. It seems as though kings they have become. Accepting the realization of Lord Housman's words, the majestic warriors of old give each other a familiar nod and smirk as they proceed to...how do you say...ROCK!

Here we go...

Ok...a blog.

I tried this once before, but got lazy & forgot about it. I'll try not to do that again.

Here you will be able to see some of my artwork in progress & read some of my short stories, poetry, music reviews, random rants, etc.

Enjoy...or don't.