Perhaps my preconditions,Are alarming?That Slavic Folk Magic,Comes from blacker moonless nights?Baba Yaga?Child's Play.I have zero desire;To feast on children,Or suck power straight from bone marrow.Domovoy under my command -Have softer duties,Or tasks.My eyes & ears,In a broken world.
Matriarchy Of Darkness;A Coven -A Corporation -A Calling -A Culling -Free of certain combinations of letters,Words,That might shackle me to existence.No more True Name;To ever chain me in this reality again.Witch,Witchcraft,Eschewing Pagan Wicca,For my own darker cults,Of Humanism.
Money;Actually doesn't contribute -To Terra spinning on an axis.Nor does it offer nutrients,Sustenance,Directly.Currency is fabricated!Assigned value.Economics?Merely a Social Science,No real quantitative data to speak of,Outside the mathematics of Statistics.Money?A Useless Necessity.
Is this all there is?Or is there more,Somehow?Realms I cannot touch,Or unlock,Despite all my intellect,Or mastered skillsets.Domination Over Reality.Something denied to me,For decades.Wish to be the shadow,That writhes between cracks.Distorting this dimension,Until I'm finally free.
Goodnight Void.Remain my own worst enemy.Failing in ways I need to succeed.Death is lurking,Her skeletal teeth pressed against our neck.Death's Head.Beauty & Grace.Discipline,Monk!Please.Just a semblance of self control.Helpless in stupid ways,Executive Dysfunction Roaring.Sweet Dreams.
Logger Guru;I've sung my war songs,Written my war poems,To go alongside Burns -& Flanders Fields.Might never see those celtic homelands,Whilst another motherland remains at war.Fighting for independence.Striving to just exist.Know struggle,Old Man.You wanted to go fight,Even now.My vows of...
Old Man,Don't you get it?Cartoon or not.Remain a Villain.Skewed antagonist -Typecast ad nauseam.I've a new name.Free from cages of words.Slavic Jokes.What we called my Great Grandmother,"Old Lady" where my blood runs.In other countries -Father.Others still -Priest or Cleric.Witch?Yes.
The Infinite Hunger,Gluttony For Dopamine.A Blood Curse I can never sate.Not entirely.Down to a dull roar at least.Laughter on the wind.Wind upon our faces.Chuckles beneath it all.Stoic,Zen,Just call myself Hermit Guru.Hidden from the world,My Masteries Hoarded To Myself.Baba,Old Hag.
Fight.Refuse to be enslaved,Be it old fashioned chains -Or new-age wage slavery.Resist the yoke.Burn the fences.Melt down chain links for steel,Make bullets or swords from your prisons.Evil Oligarchs,Vile Capitalism,Maximizing profit on our fucking backs.Aren't you sick & tired of it all?
My Dozens Of Skills:Crafted mastery from survival.Eggs, Tomatoes, Salami, Onion.Starting as ghetto ingenuity,From the fridge.Continuing into a minimum wage Chef job,Eleven bucks an hour.Need to pay rent somehow!Even Art…An escape from the hells of modern living,Not some bougie bullshit.
I'll make a point -One day.Who knows how long from now,When people bootlick the rich -& I'll stop them."Oh, here:"Extending my shoes towards them."Since you love bootlicking,Wanna lick my boots too?"Fuck Capitalism.Fuck the people who run it.Corruption,Evil,Through & through.
Whenever corrupt,Right wing governments,Tell you privatization is a "good thing,"That'll lead to lower prices for consumers! Stop them right there.Tell them:"No it fucking doesn't!"There's more than enough…"Historical Evidence."To prove then wrong. Some of us are plain tired of lies.
Broken bust,Smashed statue.Thrown across floors in a rage -Yet only managing to crack thy face,Into two perfect halves.Suddenness Of Metaphor Strikes Me.Bipolar halves,I was subjected to.Split face syndromes,Love bombed,To screamed at.I'll gather my fire axe,Smash the rest to dust.
Newer Versions.Rarely do I refine my work,Be it witchcraft or written word."Remember Your Dreaming,Become Omnipotent.Remember You're Dreaming,Become Omnipotent."Loops to recite,In waking worlds.Mantras,Enchantments,Neuroplasticities,Social Engineering.Auteur,In more ways than just one.
Call me to endless slumber,Eternal sleep.Those half realized dreams,Detached from my waking self,Everything slow,Like moving through water.Ready to die -Again & again,But prepared to go down fighting,Tooth & nail,Every damn time.Lucidity?Please come.If only for the briefest of respites.
Tempted to pull a Strumosus,From some novel decades old.Chef:Alone in the kitchen at night,Making oneself eggs.Already in bed,Plagued by a day cold,Napping throughout the day.No.I'm not that character.I am many,But not him.Birthing my own creation.My own grudging reality,Here on Earth.
Forgotten,As we'll always be.Dead Folk -In Droves.Casualties;Lifestyles,Sociologies,Class,Undiagnosed Disabilities.A Psychiatrist,Told me I wasn't disabled.Granted,Admitted he knew little of ADHD.Executive Dysfunction?Pretty fuckin' disablin',Doc.Depression?Hoo boy!30,Eh?30…ha
Another city.Another place.Fallen.Destroyed.Skipping ahead through time,Watching another downfall -Again & again.Daytime dreaming,Allies,Pupils,Lovers.Betrayals.Is my subconscious telling me -That I will fight,& fight,Forever,Only to always fail?What wisdom can I take from that?
A cold empty universe,After all Matter -Energy,Has gone.Stopover point,For interdimensional travellers,Those who need a shortcut,Or resting place.We'll be long gone,Thus lacking any notable opinion.This Reality?Used to be Life,Light,Warmth,Once.Trillions upon trillions of years ago.
Dainty,Waiting for a random Solar Flare,Or Asteroid,To take us all out.We're less important in the universe,Than we believe.Tiny specks of dust.Yet arrogant enough to claim -That our crafted gods are omnipotent!No.The world isn't 6000 years old.No.The stars will eventually burn out.No.