Creeping towards an upgrade,Upon a podium nobody gives a shit about.Not that I care what others ever think.Trying my best to work in isolation;As ever. - I'll accomplish my goal.Surpass Shakespeare.To crickets,As usual. - Bradburne next on my hit list,Of dead poets.No "society" needed.
Goodnight, Void.Hollow Moon,Empty Abyss.Entropy Singing Me Home,Even Still.I Am Love, Hate Interbred.A Broken Song Myself,Echoing Pain Across Decades,Yesteryears.The Tenfold Divinities:My answer to Commandments.Proof I try not to dictate,Or demand.Only offer my words,& feelings.Truth.
Miss times that were better in some ways,Far worse in others.PTSD?A lack of responsibility,No world upon my shoulders.Sphere between shoulder blades -Free.Yet not.Subject to a cruel,Foul abuser.Gaslit into Darkness At Noon admissions.Until we recite words placed in our heads,Via torture.
Aye,Dead Man.Old World,Older Truths.The Brutal Calculus:Reality Quantified -From Food Chains or Ecologies,To Astrophysics.Laws of absolutes -Humanity meddles with.Green.White.Blue.Brown.Colors of our homeworld,Speckled with dots of light at night.Fresh?No.Rotten.Decaying Orbits.
Been Playing Pretend,A Long Time.Us neurodivergents call it "masking."Learning to act,Before knowing what acting is.Chameleon unto the Neurotypical.Wearing faces, expressions, idioms,So they usually can't tell that we're different.Fuck this Method Acting.Want to be me.Weird & All.
Sometimes I wonder,If anyone will ever read these words -Left behind by a neurodivergent artist,Such as I.Relegated to mold & rot,These million words will leech power,For every year they remain in darkness.Untouched.Unread.As if they never existed at all.
Missing the mark by a minuteAs if my one wish I've been wishingFor decadesWill ever come true. . Learned to have zero expectationsNot just low onesCan never be disappointed that way . This world is cruelFull of selfish pricksPrayers unansweredReligions are fake . Oblivion Games....
Defy me.Abhor me.Despise me.Remember;I've always had worse.From abuse,To bullying,Intimidation & harassment,Even hate crimes.These days I almost feed on their hatred.Fuel for my fusion engine.Succeeding out of spite.Continuing out of defiance.You can never shut me down.I'll Persist.
200 Poems to beating Shakespeare.Eclipsing his entire portfolio of work,In a mere five years,With naught but poetry.Counting from Zero,Fresh.So what if nobody cares?2nd Most Prolific Poet In History?Relishing my dead art form -As a dead art form,Myself.Relic of old ways.Antique as I am.
World Wants A Villain.Let me add the Super -Concocting a perfect bait & switch.Old Kansas City Shuffles.Paint myself in matte black,With silly little flags aloft. - Greater Goods.Fighting extinctions.Easier to play antagonist,When being queer & neurodiverse,Makes you hated from the...
Hush Little Witches.Goodnight Void.Kiss Upon Thy Forehead;From The Most Terrifying Thing In The Dark.Sleep Comes In Nightmares.Death In Loops.We Promised Ciphers Of Three,Yet Remain Covens Of One.Enough Witchcraft,To Warp Reality.Garnered By Training Alone.Bone Dust.Grey Eyes Stare.×oxO
Third,Final:Language is my tool.Weapon of choice.Mastering it,To set me free from violence.Learning words,To quell war.Pacifist Penance,Provides Potent Portents,Piled Pillories.Practicing Preacher,Principled Prisons Proving Proof.My abuser,Called me the cruelest.I learned it from her.
Second:Entropy.As if The Tenfold Divinities,Weren't both power source,Plus religious ritual,Plus metaphor.Mortal Dictata,Deus Mortem.Never was good at dead languages.At least it helped me across romance tongues,With roots.Infinite Nothing.Requires Infinite Something....|||Empty Space,My Foe.
First Of Three:This Blood Curse Writhes.Writes Cacophony,Repeating songs or phrases in my head,Silent,Ad nauseam.Ad infinitum.The Infinite Hunger.Nicknames for Dopamine Deficits,Dearth of Executive Function.Two of Six Symptoms.Genius.Intelligence.Savant at great cost.Too great.Neurodivergence From...
Goodnight Void.Promise you thrice -Upon three poems looming.Unwritten;Yet promised.Hexagon Hex,Brutal Calculus In Symphony.Chaos Theorem,Into Three Body Problems,Sans the ease of binary systems.My spells are ciphers.My riddles are code.My blackest magic,Reserved for our enemies.Breeding...
Heroic Epic -Of A Butterfly King,Remains sealed in dollar signs.Proof of vapid existence,Capitalism siphoning Art -Unto nothingness.Bring me singularity -Simply 'cause I've more faith in technology,Than Humans.How sad is that,Eh?As Crazy As A Logger,Being Most Prolific Poet In History.
Do not fear me,As per the uncanny valley.I stopped being human,A long time ago.Curled into a cryptid,Twisted by fel,& darkest of faiths.But I am evolution,Change in framework,& function.Something you can all achieve,Given enough time -& effort.Next stage of humanity.
Witches' Dozen,Baker's Bread.Tell me who your benefactors are:I'll find out either way.Welcome to the table,Provided you provide me with providers -Or some other utility.But Truth is King,At my table.Monarque Du Rien.As I Remain."Access" is a bottleneck:One can apply as tool -Or weapon.
The Strengths We Need;Are Seldom Ones We're Already Blessed With.Not that we can let those keep fallow,Either.These scarred knuckles -Know strife too well.Stretch marks criss-crossed with white reminders.powerresponsibilitymoreDiatribes Of Our Philosophizings;Within The Cult Of The Wyrm.
Knowledge -Is sacred to me.Wisdom sacrosanct.Science:My religion.Empirical Methodology:My god.Truth is often skewed;As not black or white.But for some things it is:The Laws Of Physics.Or the nature of Sustainability.Never show me a circle,Then tell me it's a square.That?Pure Heresy.