Break upon my shores,One spirit at a time.Stitching together,Fragments of your heart.Drinking draughts of your soul,In deep sips.I'll fix you up,Heal you the best I can.Teach you the ways of the world.Your job is to flourish,No matter the cost.In spite of everything.
Can you see me In Entirety?My Enveloping Annihilation Aura Or,These spirits of my dozens of haunting dead?My invisible flocks in halo constellations behind & above me,Hidden to all but Truesight,Or Necromancy.Do you know my secret?Do you see what I’ve accomplished?It’s An Open Secret,After...
Buddha Belly Bloated,Words & Soliloquy.Both pouring from every orifice,That ancient tar,Glistening black oil,So akin to the Black Ichor Venom,Of World Serpents.×Ego Death.Check.Humility.Check.Dissociation.Check.Begin countdown.Start clock._-----_Stop clock.Fragments lost - ~Between lines.
Live,Where undeath dwells.Proxy:Existence,Amongst paradox,Of nonexistence,& eternal existence.Shed withered,Desiccated skin,To play pretend:Cryptid Guises.Rather large "Metaphorical Snake."Eve's Serpent,Jormundgandr's Echo.Metal Hopes;Immortality By Any Means.Just fanciful dead...
Lead me?I've heard that one before.Wildling roots,So I sat atop my mountaintops -Laughter echoing across The Cascades.Free Folk,Cannot be led.My myriad skills,Talents,& knowledge.Knee-high,Infinite salty seas,Stretching in all directions,Beneath my clockwork engine.I've led better than you.
Live Strong?As If We Could Live Weak!Plucking rocks from our skin.Parrying Boulders With Steel Grapples Or Thumbs,Buckets Or Tines.But there's a weakness -In becoming normalized to pain,Or existing in such constant “divine” suffering.Stony Stoic Exteriors,That belie invisible tears in our...
"Futile!"They'll Say.A Cryptid Human Being,Hybrid,Neurodivergence aflame as my beacon.Legless Serpent;Suddenly Growing Limbs In The Thousands.Fighting against Entropy,Wit’ errythin’ I got.Started lower than low,On societal totem poles.Dumb Disabled Logging Family Kid,Now Second Most Prolific Poet...
Ionized Caskets,Reversed Polarity Magnetisms.Irradiating ourselves,So that we never rot after death.Only slough away into ribbons of flesh.Cryogenic screensavers -Pity the hosts in storage,Are all dead.Freezer-burned to jerky.Why fear Entropy?Death is but a guarantee.Our only,Guarantee.
Hollow Ringing Noise.High Pitched Whinings,Of Electricity.Darkness,Suddenly scoured in Light.Selves we lost.Selves we found.Wide varieties,Of things skittering in the black.Pressure.Depth.How fragile these forms,Of flesh & bone.Haunted,Hollow,Still,Rotting.We remain:Fertilizer.
Faceless.Nameless.Wearing other people's skin,& words.That form of cowardice,Is alive & well.Witnessed myself;How awful people are to you,When you use your real name as an artist.Detest cowardice,More than most things.Spineless haters,Plagues upon society:Tearing others down.COWARDS!
Goodnight Void.Wrap thy tender loving arms,Around elbows,Soften cross-armed apathies.Abyss,Beckon us home.To places free of nightmares.Moon?I wish for someone to hold me,In darkness.Whisper Love.Silence my Infinite Creation,Long enough to breathe.I dare not wish for Romance.Only Touch.
Deathwish.Answers to problems?Or false anecdotes?Rattled off fresh -Lies like papers hot off printing presses,Black ink yet to dry.Failed Death,Even.What sort of Ghost,Does That Make Us?Hollows.Hallowed Existences,Treading Water,Desperate not to drown.pleaseAlways tell me the Truth.
Graduate To Master:Learn Brutal Calculus.In All Ecologies & Forms.Metaphor & Allusion.Let them become silent,Invisible weapons.Knowledge & education,Always are.Black Magic,Is Just A Veil.Metaphor woven into several meanings,Allusions,All at once.Secrets:Hidden In Plain Sight,Silent.
Which Spells?Must I Decipher My Metaphors?:Magic isn't real.Secular Witch,My Stitches Are Faux,Faux Pas By The Thousands -A Hundred Hollow Wishes.Fine.Eight Lines Inscribed:I'll tell you a secret or two -Drag on like nails on chalkboard,Taught on more than a few.Rhyming Couplets;Meaning...
Funny,That.I exist in this void,Bereft of having my work shared,Spread,Or proliferated.Some part of me is happy:Get to live the normal "great writer" path.Famous,Recognized as elite,But long after I'm already dead.Why did Shakespeare become rote?Why can't I?Even After beating him…
Manicured stage performances,Veneers of Capitalism.Art forms squeezed through tubes;Treated as nutrient slurry."This Art Is Only Valuable,Because It Guarantees Us Profit."Ugly Truths.Art is no longer Art.It hath become horrid chimera:Devoid of original purposes,Reforged with dollar signs.
Refuse to offer pomp or circumstance -As I count down towards my goals.Perhaps I should savor this time?Seek the deepest of reflections,As an artist.After all,How many creators live this truth?Too much pageantry.Ego & Paralysis.Nah.My irreverence will remain.For everything,& everyone.
World Don't Care.My paltry piles of poetry pieces;Lying in this digital scrap heap.Nobody will ever descend,From on high,Offer me,Or you,Any true salvation.Only the fake placebo effects,Of organized religion.I'm "the most" of something,In all Human History.World Don't Care.Never Did.
What if this endless dopamine loop,Just stopped?No more Infinite Hunger,Craving & Consuming all in my wake.Free of this constant need -For any sort of stimulation,We can get our hands on.What if I was free?No more Executive Dysfunction;Doomscrolling away like a fool.Dead Dopamine Loops.
You can't date me.I can't date you.Eschewing comfort of companionship,To maintain my rugged independence.Hermit Guru upon the mountaintops,Hiding my knowledge & secrets away.Romance?Always end up disappointing,Seeking rivals,Enemies to Lovers,As Superhuman as me,With my "Limitless" pills.