Measuring days in dying,Us prone to cancers,Praying Lysosomes fire -When they're supposed to.Prone to mutation.Therefore prone to death.Grandfather at 67,Prostate.Lungs to -Gallbladder,A Few Among The Rest.You,Can't guarantee me anything.Might already be dead.My Mortality?My One Assurance.
Enough to,Make you,Want to,Cry.As if such a thing; t’were my dead selves.Fragile things - old selves reeking of ego,Smashed to smithereens upon floors,Only to reconstruct myself again,Using the same broken pieces."Forever & A Day:"That'll be Title.Where one finally breaks,In quiet...
Mkatakes make me human.Human.Don't wanna be Human,Anymore.Homo Sapiens Sapiens.Stupid.Cruel.Manipulative.Mean.Just so tired.Of pettiness.Smallness.Singularity.Please.As if a throne EVER FUCKING MATTERED.To people like me,Just a fancy chair.Waste,Of resources.Fuck Thrones.
BUT FOR THOSE TINY PINPRICKS OF LIGHT!Lovely souls,Kind numbers.Few but far between.Across entire worlds,Most often.Must trudge onward,No matter how many scornful minds,There are.Let these projection lights be pinpricks:Holes through screens.Be my stars,Upon these forever-dark walls.Waltzing As...
Misanthropy pulls at the leash,Tightening this choke chain,Ever tighter around my neck.For every kind heart?Dozen wretches.Cruel by nature,Or from damage gained elsewhere.Not just one.Never just one.Entire communities blacklisted,In eidetic rolodexes.Quantitative Analysis Of Behaviour In Data...
How many dreaming doors?Portals to a hundred different attempts at utopia,Always up against forces beyond me -Regardless of any of my omnipotence bleeding through.Climbing endless towers,Battling endless militaries,Fist-knuckle battles against oppressors,Or sometimes just predators,Or...
No.I take no orders from man.Primates Playing Parade:Fools en masse,Ugly ignorance on full display.My legend is hidden,Mythologies ciphered into riddles.I overcame you,And the one puppeting your corpse,For their own means.Don't perform.Not anymore.I scorn Humanity.Despite my Humanism.
Almost!Building new civilization;From scratch.With a little dreaming twist -As ever.Gifts of psychics -Folding every mind together,Unto hive mind awareness.Sondering entire worlds:Fighting for progress,Survival,Change for good.Culminations in Singularity.Just another Friday Night Dream.
Fuck Genocide!I choose life.Religious Zealots of all denominations;Across Abrahamic lines - mostly.Murdering each other,In droves.Ugly massacres,Of innocent civilians,All because Independence,Or Extermination,Dance across global Geopolitics.Old white men:Handwaving,Protecting Monsters.
Lost or found?You're adrift amidst your cosmos,Held by 9.8 m/s squared, of gravity.14.7 pounds PSI, of pressure:Weight of this atmosphere upon you.Hurtling across space,Chained to thy rock.Crust all full of magma.You know nothing.To see the world as I do;As a wash of Atoms,Is both a blessing &...
Ouroboros.Ancient symbolism,Chosen for connotations -To Alchemy,Witchcraft,Magic,Mythology.Metaphors powerful enough,To contain my psyche.My thousand allusions.The dozens of riddles,Or intentions,Hidden in every poem.Clues to later endeavours,Or current struggles.Eating my own tail.
ADHD;Infinite Hunger.Like a bored toddler -Handing it things to hold.Harvest dopamine from.Choosing:Half a battle:Games,Art,Learning,Better action point choices,Than gorging on food,Sex,Substances.Fail lots.Gluttony reigning days.But unlike my idols:I'll persist,& win my ever-war.
When I risk taking Melatonin;My dreams go wild.Outdoor classrooms on the mountain,Complete with shitty asshole kids.Going from abuse,Mundane,To Volcanic Eruptions,Up the mountains.Trying to use logging physics,To save shitheads,Via cuts & valleys,As we die,Flee,Down towards the ocean.
That is the most dangerous,Possible,Thing. One can never speak aloud,My Poems. Warning:Riddled With Hexes,Hoaxes,Hard Truths.Write them in silence.Read them in silence.Yet never recite them aloud.Not me.Not you.I refuse. Won't be held responsible for what happens,When you\we:Do.
Midnight.Clenched,Held in palm of closed fist,To drink power -Emotion redirected into intent.Old Alchemy.Converting stress into success,'Ere Heartbreak To Horror.My Witchcraft Is Simple.Spoken Word Poems,Written Digital,Lost To Time,Made Manifest In Complete Silence.Metaphors.Curses.
The Spell Is Thus:"She shall be my finest Jester.Stand atop the world,Dancing her finest to her own beat,& drum.Be it rimshot or renegade -Ferocity & ambition is the game.She must be fierce.Hunger at greater goods.Right hand of such a Titan.Independent -Yet collaborative as an...
Callous?Nay!Irreverent.World is cruel.I know.You didn't just tell me a thousand times.Lived it.Huddled under rocks,Following Impact Winters.Ancient Cryptid Histories.My time in the bush taught me:Little changed.A RIDDLE:A Jester has one job.What is that job?Why is irreverence;A must?
Pause?Why?My clock is ticking.Meter's running.Mortality waits for none.Why the fuck -Is everyone always trying to stop me?Getting in my way?Never want to use my infinite mass -Against anyone.Crushing obstacles is annoying,Especially when they remain people.Alas;The cycle repeats.
Not to posture,But rather coldly reckon:Dark malice throbbing.Broken records -Become more than the sum,Of my parts.Survived through hellscapes.Who the fuck are you?What have you accomplished?What achievements to thy name?You've no idea who I am,Nor the weight,I yet carry.Hm.Chirp away.
Have family that hates me,& yet stalks me.Folks who wish me dead.Half of western society?Despises me just for being me.Who I am.Am I tired of existing?Sure am!Will I give in to everyone who hates me?No chance.Dragging my broken,Bloodied self,By the forearms,Is nothing new,At all.