About Obituarius


Just a guy who likes to write. I was here once before under a different name. I have no appetite for fools or games. I write for my own spotlight and need not a bouquet of ego.

I own a small bookshop with a coffee shop. And I enjoy collaborations and discussing ideas.

I spent twelve years in the USMC. Also at one time owned a chain of Video shops. I sold them all before the roof caved in.

Relationship Status:
Local Time:
20 Jan 2019 17:01
The outdoors and beautiful landscapes. Art and books.
Favorite Books:
The Stand.
Favorite Authors:
Too many to list.
Favorite Movies:
Favourite TV Shows:
Mostly news-oriented
Favorite Music:
Progressive jazz and raw blues.


Date Joined:
05 Dec 2018
Last Visit:
20 Jan 2019
Page Viewed:
314 times
Days in Chat:
Days on Site:
Forum Posts:

Obituarius's Friends

Favourite Stories Obituarius's story followers »

No favourite stories listed.

Latest Forum Posts More forum posts »

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 02 Jan 2019 10:34

I'm trying to come up with something (silly) humorous. Leaving my dark suit for a couple of days.

Topic: What are you reading at the moment?
Posted: 29 Dec 2018 10:19

The Taking of K-129.

Topic: COFFEE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted: 25 Dec 2018 10:51

Coffee forever

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 24 Dec 2018 11:20

Happy Holidays to one and all.

Topic: I am
Posted: 23 Dec 2018 07:49

Sipping coffee slowly

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 16 Dec 2018 20:26

Autumn inspires me

Topic: Say something nice about the person above/before you
Posted: 16 Dec 2018 12:26

Easy to talk with

Topic: World Around You in two words
Posted: 15 Dec 2018 08:21

rolling rain

Topic: I am
Posted: 15 Dec 2018 08:20

I am reviving, my am.

Topic: This or That
Posted: 12 Dec 2018 19:08

The swamp is a bit chilly this time of year and I think the frogs have soar throats from all the croaking.

back to top

Recent Activity All Blogs »

Stories Published By Obituarius All Stories »

With The Shins

So silently with the shins of a shadow, a veil and timbre of a phantasm smiling, touched my soul as we danced. Pulling down shades on god's promenade, and we swooning neath the viola moon, in heaven's amphitheater. Forever on the edge of time calling,   so silently with the shins of a shadow, of a paper mache rainbow as we kiss   With a mist hanging over our chateau, and a pedigree of...

Added 20 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 14 | 1 Comment

Tender Leaves

Divine darkness in my keep from my cold coffin's oblivion,   inside looking out. Feasting in my dreams as the dusk awaits, in reflections I swoon. From the shadow of thorns, and sins of my father lusting petals of virgins. As their innonence moans, thirsting for my demons   neath the velveteen moon. From my cold coffin's oblivion,   and the shiny tea quarters, forever, my vampire love. As...

Added 15 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 144 | 3 Comments

Inglorious Window Pane

Inglorious window pane Raining down condensation With a brume of breath As the crickets fiddle A smitten eye host As warmth of the hearth Tickles my innards Lusting of the midnight hour For your sourdough biscuits   Over charcoal briquettes Sipping from the flagon In peaceful delight In love with my Emily As you fill my pipe with weed Inglorious window pane    ...

Added 13 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 175 | 1 Comment

Tongue Of Song

  This the season of query, eventide of the moon's shadow composing tomes of forgotten bones of poets past, lusting for thirst of the blue veins with a wicking flame of tallow in suet of dark refrain. As my muse gently digest with her head upon my chest     in memories of dusk as the sun rest,   as I sip the sweet Madeira, and the tides of nights feed my quest. And as the lord's of lore...

Added 11 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 213 | 3 Comments

Meadows And Golden Rye

With a whisper calling me silently as if a breath of soul quietly, touching my conscious being because that's the way it remained. In blue heaven without a name, just forget-me-nots with a kiss, in a garden of our Gethsemane as the winds blew God's calliope. Singing a song as dew drops rained over meadows and golden rye,    on the sweet bye and bye   with a smile in my eye. That's the way...

Added 10 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 213 | 1 Comment

Veranda Of A Rickshaw Hauling

On God's veranda of a rickshaw hauling Neath an umbrella of sweetening snow falling Like a warm feeling on a summer night Shimmering like a leaf on a tree With Zephyr of a breeze touching my lips From behind a gossamer's shade And electrifying fingers that breathe With earth's potpourri of petals and dew Neath an umbrella of sweetening snow falling With the essence of ambrosia in your scent...

Added 08 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 198 | 3 Comments


Dark seance of winter's frost speaking with the dead while holding hands feeling knuckles of the bones, daddy's going to buy you a Jack-in-the-Box, with windup spring that sings. And if that Jack-in-the-Box don't sing, daddy going to buy angel wings.  While holding hands feeling knuckles of the bones daddy's going to buy you a new cellphone, and if that phone don't ring, daddy will buy...

Added 05 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 208 | 3 Comments


Dark has seized my insomnia of withering night shades, confessing of past doggerels with chilly-boos and my pen. While sipping a wee bit of cider in deep purple among the hemlock, as the glockenspiel seizes, and the keys go belly up. And as my words of gloom flounder with a voucher of old men rising, furloughed from the house of chagrin, with cataracts on my pen.   In conversation...

Added 04 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 267 | 4 Comments

Neptune's Glider

In the aquarium of my mind's keep hearing echoes from the sea, and you whispering to comfort me,   collecting seashells by the sea. With the tides of dawn cresting to the edge of the deep waters, and the lords of blue aqua pipe with seashells of poetic flutes. In silence of the dark abyss floating to tunes of lunar moons, drifting in dreams on my horizon, as if Neptune's glider in my sleep. ...

Added 01 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 249 | 2 Comments

Mr. Grim

Out on the rooftop the reaper was peeping with blood on his mind. While down the chimney fall the mice were sleeping dreaming of cheese, and Roquefort dressing. Every night was Christmas for Mr. Grim, and his eight tiny curmudgeons. Awakening and rising sitting straight-up in bed feeling the shakes of the frigid gloom. Perhaps it was just... Quicker than a flicker with a finger...

Added 31 Dec 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 224 | 1 Comment

Image Gallery

20 Images

Friends Comments

19 days ago

19 days ago
28 days ago
21 Dec 2018 13:00

19 Dec 2018 10:37
16 Dec 2018 13:17

welcome to Stories
12 Dec 2018 12:31
07 Dec 2018 21:08
07 Dec 2018 15:50
back to top

Attach a note to this member, which only you can see.

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this profile page is inappropriate.