Yet if I was a salary-people!Yes sir!No sir!Whatever they want me to say,Or do,To remain feeling powerful.I've no private patron.Everything I've done,Or created?Did myself.So why do I whinge thus?THERE ARE NO FAIRYTALE ENDINGS.Only those truer fables,Of eaten children,& destitution.
Starving artist is no joke.Living in poverty?Never been pretty,But,Majority of life that I've known.Even now,Know,I funnel my lack of funds -Into other artists,Trying to foster dopamine,Joy,Laughter.Comedy to sustain us in this…Lacking.Knew Poetry never made money,Before I started!
Waving of hands,Misdirection in perfect form.Skills no warlord,Philosopher,Nor poet -Has much need of.Truth is better -Hits like a sledgehammer.Infinite knowledge,The gorging of eons.I need no ambrosia of the gods.Merely an ever growing mastery of the universe.
In my training,I've gorged upon a hundred belief systems.Dozens of ethical philosophies.Cherry picking what will make me strong.This material realm,Is fleeting.Ebbing & flowing.Meditation,Can only get you so far.Struggle,Pain,Abuse,Grasping at silver threads,Tearing at their linings.No need of...
Press close.This is no den of thieves.'Tis apocalypse.The dying dregs of polite society,As the world burns around us,As madmen farm mindless rage.I have but one goal -To keep us safe.To ensure humanity persists,Towards Star Trek utopias.This,My greatest effort.Part spell,Poem,Story.Weaving of...
Fuck 'em.Don't have time for that.Keep people in your life,Who uplift you,Love you,Excise those who tear you down,Betray you,Hurt you. Would the world a thousand fables,Of my own design.Morality would be tantamount.Growth in caring for others,Evolution in community.
Learned what honor was,The hard way.Watching a kind,Optimistic man.Fall victim to vultures,Users,Abusers,& cheats.Would I snap my fingers,& enact justice.Equality.Freedom for all.Yet I play the villain.Scorned by society -Partial exile.My honor is all I have left.
My nonbinary identity,Isn't androgyny.Devoid of mortal form.Shapeless,Fluid as matter itself,Chemistry plus alchemy in motion.Mighty,Stoic.It is chaos,Madness,Enlightenment.It is being beyond identity,Cryptid masks worn as protection.Old power,Old witchcraft.This.
This eye of the storm,Is temporary reprieve -From the nightmares,Demons,That haunt us.Mighty as we are -There's no solace for long.Our lessers always come hunting us.Poaching talents.Devouring our vast knowledge.We are as much predator,As prey.Fighting to our last.
Infinite darkness,Final status of the universe -At the end of time.We who dwell in the pitch black,Using our many hands to move.Last living souls,Of a universe of species.The legendary cryptids -Saying a final goodbye.We loved you.We truly did.For all your flaws.
Sometimes?You don't achieve all you set out to.Grinding slowly through a capitalist hellscape.Fighting uphill,Just to survive.Take the time,To rest.Take failure as a windup,For when the next attempt comes.Victory is not assured.A thousand failures,Often come first.
I am nothing,Without you.Tabula rasa,Until given something to mimic.Masking imitation,They say mimicry -Is the sincerest form of flattery.For some of us,It is life.A mirror needs something to reflect,After all.We're infinite darkness,Lurking beyond glass.Whispering.
My infinite hunger,Legend.Spoken of in hushed whispers.Murmured about in frightened tones.Shouldering fear,& hate,Is rote by now.Let it crash across your armor.These wards are much too strong.Grin.Show your sharp canines,Evolved for tearing meat.Myth can't die.
My voice is tempest -Screeching of steel on steel.Cacophony in expression.Drowning out all the hate,Heaped upon misfits like us.There is no metaphor powerful enough,To hold me.My spells,Weavings,Auras,Curses.Every last enchantment.Roiling & boiling -Reality itself.
Don't want extinction,Anymore.Knowing how fragile,How rare the delicate balance of life.Miracles amongst the cosmos,Of perfect serendipity.Coincidental perfection.Chaos theory thrives,In the unexpected.We are so far apart,Perhaps -Lightyears cannot bridge us.Too far.
Mad,Quoth they -Locking me inside a box,When I wouldn't stop screaming truths.A special creation of the digital age:Locked rooms,Where few see in,Fewer speak out.Code.Access to algorithms stolen from me.Forced to the shadows yet again,As all villains are -In the end.
This purgatory suits me.A land of silence,Of endless quiet,Deafened bass as sensation,Trailing against our fingertips.Nobody can hear me.The artist's eternal dilemma.I'll die unknown,As all my forebears did.Forbearing some great breakout.Freedom.Some foolish wish.
This reality,Has cursed us.Doomed us for our intelligence.Laid a thousand spells of ill intent,Aimed at our hearts.Yet we persist,Fighting forwards against all odds.Fuck the Uncanny Valley,Maybe we were never human,In the first place.But damned if we don't want to live!
Anarchy,Is the fundamental rejection of power -A choice to self govern,In communities we choose.Creating utopias,Beyond these dystopian realities.Where capitalism finally dies,The entropic system it is.My anarchism,Fights for justice.Fairness.Equality.Freedom.Hope.
Aye,Brother.Our blood is thick,Full of used motor oil -Black grease.Stink of differential oil,Screeching steel on steel.Blood curse runs strong,These god forsaken genetics.Sawdust destinies,Our forgotten traumas.Desolation of neglect.Almost killed each other,Hell.