In which a flexing bulging stratosphere, and tricep hills for days, and sultry cocky confidence in all the silly ways - it makes for soft and silky faces, razor whiskers razed, disgusting masochism in all the lamest craze. Break apart a system, in which hungry is the gaze, you learn a book of...
Heartache.The canvas is smeared with white paint.Obscured, white on white, a lack of any emotion.The artist has the balls to call it a masterpiece.I grow angry, and ball my fists.And then slowly bleed out.My heart, rupturing in a royal flush.I demand solace and love.Society scorns me and pours...
Kings & queens in thy castles,Prepare for when I come to smash them.One piece of art,Might garner my attention.But no matter how mighty,Despite the clout you've farmed?It's all worthless to me.These grey eyes will peel back,Your layers.Respect is earned.Not gifted.
Goodnight,Void.Always calling me home.My only constant,In a reality of half truths.Hold me tight,Abyss.Please never let me go.Been lonely for centuries.Lost & adrift.Don't want to be alone anymore.Entropy?Sing me dirges in this darkness.Your infinite cold,Between stars.Empty.Silent.
Come Dance.Just me.You.The Dead.My ghostly flock,Applauding!Cheering!But very few can hear them.Much less see them.An only warmth,Amidst this layover between The Void.Good Morning,Void.I'm a thing that goes bump in the night.Beyond skittering in the shadows.Scratching at the door.Grinning...
THE LAST OF GLUTTONY.Let my Infinite Hunger Starve.Occultist Witch.THE MONK KNOWS.Ravenous.Voracious.Insatiable.Unappeasable.Greedy.Rapacious.Edacious.The Hunger?Most powerful -Never sated.My weavings as riddles:THE TENFOLD DIVINITY.Zeitgeist as a weapon.My very life.THROWN AS MY AXE.I told my...
Enough!You foolish old bastard.The world doesn't understand you,Remember?Grasping at the knife handles,In your back,As if there won't be more.Hatred breeds more hatred.You've played their scapegoat for decades.Ancient in a different accountings of years.Are you a shield?Sword?Or Hermit?
Woke?Sure.To use archaic terms -From decades ago.Looking foolish,Ignorant.Awake!As if the barest hints:"Not a bigot."Attacks one's very right to self-expression.No.You can speak your mind.But so can I.If you scream in my face?I can scream right back.Cancelled?No.Consequences. :|:
Another Paradox:For brighter futures,Free thought,I must slaughter every god.Consume every deity.Devouring metaphors;Free my species from ignorance.Breaking chains of dogma.Do such acts,Break my vows of pacifism?Killing false idols.It'll hurt people,Even if it frees them.Am I forsworn?
This Machine Kills Fascists.Like my grandfather before me.Lying at 16 to fight in Europe,Following the coast of Holland.Crushing national socialist skulls.Paradox of tolerance -Echoing in my head.Bloody histories,Eventually come to bear.Oaths,Promises.To fight the right enemies.& evils.
Then again;I'm not so foolish -As to ignore a source of power.Despising influencers,Or celebrities.Yet knowing the utility in followers.Means as always,Toward greater ends.Power corrupts.Perhaps that is my hesitation.Refuse to lose sight of my goals.Fighting for a better future.World.
Don't chase titles,Records,Or achievements,For fame.Never did.Becoming most prolific poet,Of all time?Personal challenge.Competing against the dead.Hunting rivals.Perhaps;It'd be nice if it could stand -As monument.Showing kids like me,There're other paths,Than early graves.
Glory?Hah.Only thing that still matters to me,Is honour.Clout?Fame?That ancient flaw,Of skalds & bards.Just because I can kill a man,A dozen ways with my bare hands,Doesn't mean I should.Training in combat for years -Only to take a specific vow of pacifism.Do right by folks.Fuck glory.
Question;My Little Witches.How do we rectify seething misanthropy,With shining humanism?Does it balance?Or does one side always win?Already have my answers.So the question falls to you.Individual souls.Making meaning from nothingness.These rhetorical queries,Were always for your growth.
The least I can do,Is befriend the bees.Symbiotic existences,From an old love of gardening.Grew up in the bush.Black bears,Cougars,Coyotes,Eagles,All the norm.Rivers teeming with salmon in fall.Nature continues.Even when we don't.Humans often disgust me.But nature simply is.
Goodnight Void.Seldom you get touched twice -Fingertips brushing against oblivion.Folk like me,Are rare to live past thirty.Every second I live on,Is bonus time.Silver linings,I never expected to have.Failing at suicide,Never felt so good.Teenage follies,Nobody knew.Most still don't.
Quiet places,Drowned out with fans,On top of false rain.Silence is always stifling.But silence doesn't really exist,Either.Hearing everything from the humming,Of electricity;To the beating of my heart,In my ear drums.Hiding sounds,With other sounds,Unto sleep.More Palatable Cacophonies.
Heat Fatigue -Warping bolts,Bending blood.Furnace predispositions -Body fat insulation,In ugly excess.Burning up.Melting down.Furnace flames;Stoked further with Buproprion.Endothermic:Thermal hells.Craving anything to calm this fire.Heat Fatigue -Boiling our very blood.Steam & Slag.
How can you chase me;If I refuse to run?Adoring a good pursuit -Playing thy intellect against mine.Seemed to be born to fight,Or make war,If my bloodline would dictate.But for once?I'd rather lay in fields of flowers,Free from the sight of my own blood.Too much blood.Too much blood.run
Fight me.Kiss me.Kill me.Consenting to whatever you want.Each representation of me,Conjured by thy subconscious -I'll never know about.Stab me.Seduce me.Murder me.I consent in waking form,For thy dreaming kingdoms.I'd rather be there for you,When I cannot be in truth.Do what you will.