When is a corpse a corpse, of course? Morse code flashbacks to stacked racks of SOS klaxons. Fresh Tracks In Snow. Forgo Enlightenment These Days,Ways to maze my ways amazed or not.What begot love is fraught with curses of ending. Tyrant,Hungering Evermore. Brash or lax didacts masked as dictata...
My Work
The Usual, Please.
Dreams.Nightmares.Paralysis Demons.&,Everything In Between. Shadowed Intent As Ethereal Tone No stanza could be strong enough,To hold us.Pressure building,Until our blood erupts in geysers,From the bulkheads. Death by drowning -Soaked in hemoglobin. Despair The usual,Please.
Up Past Noon.
Up past noon.Falling back into old neurodivergent habits,Failing to meet society where it stands.Weeks melting into blurs.Hunting motivations.Yet.Wasting away to nothing.Witch Moon Memories.Dark Dirge Destiny.A future I am unable to paint,Blocked by financial terrorists,& crooked finance.
All To Paint False Zeitgeists.
Creating entire universes,Worlds,& peoples.Method Acting fictional characters;Only read in books or stories,& never given visual form.All to paint false Zeitgeists,& societies,To play funhouse mirror to ours.Warnings bellowed via fake extremes,Speaking of futures -We hope to prevent.
Precious Little Slices –
Precious little slices -Cross sections of existence.Seconds, minutes, hours,Trickling by in homeostasis.Scraping by like this,Isn't living.Floating in purgatories of wage slavery,Isn't living,Either.What worth is talent,Or intelligence,In this world,Riddled -With such broken hierarchy?
Pop.
Pop.Bubble Go Boom.Upside Down Pyramids,Written in derivatives,Doomed to topple.Lives thought invincible,Crimes paid off in bribes.They called it lobbying.Occupy;Simmering rage -An intricate wisdom of the masses,That they were getting fucked!Wall St.?Drank Champagne,Pointed,& laughed.
You Don’t Have To Help, Just Don’t Get In My Way.
What right?There's no constitution that exists,Even close to perfection.When speaking of "Humanist Utopia,"I'm chasing my own brands of "perfect."Ball my hands into fists,Mourning."Guess I'll Give It A Go!"My vision,My attempt on Reality.You don't have to help,Just don't get in my way.
The Infinite Hunger Eternal. \\ THIS IS MY DOPAMINE TO DRINK.
My Legacy?Don't really care about personalization,Of my goals,Or works.It's simply been a transition in several things.Desires to use my ticking time -To leave behind what I can;Helping folks think critically.Write art that tells my story,Merely so others can learn from it.Instill:Self...
“How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!”
Been a few centuries.Your archaic ideas of woodsmen,Are out of date.Logger-talk,Slang dialects unique to my origin.Running twenty-five ton machines,That would terrify you -In thy lack of understanding.Won't repeat their lofty scene.Shall create my own art;& future,For my species.
“Folly A La Cryptid.” // Mockeries Of Buddhist Principles, Like Many Darts, Or Divine Sufferings.
Midnight Microwave Nachos,Into Trashy Isekai binges.Staying up until 1:30!Such scandal,For old cryptids like us.Used to sleeping dozens of millennia,Brumating away in space.Queer things.Odd things.Asexual obliviousness -Neurodivergent wonderlands.Absolute Zero.In terms of pressure.Very chill.An...
“You amaze me”
Hamlet.Always my favourite.Stolen story or not.Exact same existential crises,As I lived.Every day.For a very long time.Pondering:Whether death was better than life,As if inevitable assurances didn't matter.Failed Twice.Kill the world that scorned me?Or save the few that deserve it?Hamlet method...
“Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, With other virtues, which I’ll keep from boast”
Save my records,Titles,& other paraphernalia of my tortured histories,For when I need a gut punch,Or perhaps a sledgehammer blow.Smiling Buddha Face;Shifting to stern stoic in an instant.Enjoy being an open secret,Of sorts.Low Profile;Yet,Absolutely thrilled when people underestimate me.
Dawn To Dusk.
Dawn to Dusk.Existing between principles,& reality.I cannot just touch a person's temples -To download my immense archive,Of eidetic memories, wisdoms, & knowledge.Must sloppily navigate their bias,& ignorance.With spoken word,As my medium & art form.It’s already mostly dead.So, I...
“Brand Cleanliness.”
Most artists care about things like;"Brand Cleanliness."I most definitely do not.Never fit in,In first place!Broken Social Contracts,Plus trauma & othering!Why should I give two fucks,About the same societies -Who called me retard, gay, or faggot as slurs?Fuck them.I speak truth.I'm me.
Paradox Of Intolerance Is On Fire.
Sex Positivity;In an age of brutal regression.Conservative Traditionalist Bigots -Brainwashed by Organized Religions,To be as backwards & anti progressive,As possible.Paradox of Tolerance is on fire.Queer folks,Disabled folks,Everyday people.Told what to do or say & who to fuck.Bullshit!
Fiend.
Fiend,Then.Vaudeville in origins,Exile by blood.Equal to twenty percent of a species.An echelon deserving of banishment.Been fighting through mud,Uphill.For a lifetime.Expecting more negativity -Based on experience.Kindness isn't saved,For neurodivergents such as we.
The Pickup Truck Diaries: Right Wing Family, Ignorance, & Bigotry.
Everybody ready for the Thanksgiving Season?!? We get to gather around a table to enjoy a meal, say thanks, and listen to our boomer parents or extended family rant and ramble completely fabricated bullshit from a completely out of touch, ignorant, stubborn, arrogant, combative right wing...
Necropolis of Literature.
Is death better?Sometimes the darkness calls to me,Luring me to my doom.Coward's way out.Failed old attempts.Pondering,What have I wrought?My worth -Determined by capitalism,As worthless.My vast works,Unread.A necropolis of literature.This world despises me.
Self Within Self Within Self.
Serenity,Held in the palm within thy mind's eye.Choosing to boil in chaos,Thrashing & tearing.Madness -Self within self within self,Hundred mirrored echoes.Nirvana in fleeting seconds.Dopamine drips.The lies we tell ourselves,To justify our ends.Enlightenment hoaxes.
Fight. Flight. Freeze.
Let me rake your amygdala,Clawing across sympathetic.Anxiety to twenty,Nerves ringing,Steel on steel.Chainsaw churn,Every horror,Perched,Edge of vision.Black spot,Coiling menace.Terror of terrors,Infecting from inside out,One scream at a time.Fight.Flight.Freeze.