Plucking wings,From guardian angels.Boiling hot water baths,To remove white feathers.Deep fried to perfection.Feast,My children.Pinned like bugs to my wall,Infinite eyes,Infinite wings,Infinite rings,To ensure you never go hungry again.Such mythologies as these -Are only fit to eat.
My Work
Jumping At Shadows.
Wish I still had weed,To sleep.Perchance to dream.Anxiety medication,On top of same,Prescribed versus not.Might never sleep again -Hearkening back to experiments,In University.Going four,Five days,At most.Jumping at shadows,Flickering across my vision.Hallucinations.Whispers.Worse.
Deflecting True Depth; With Frivolous Joviality.
Cold grey eyes,Staring back from cracked mirrors.Spiderwebs blooming.Flaws aplenty -Salvaged,Scavenged,For scrap.Living off the dregs,Of living.These eyes see everything.Deflecting true depth;With frivolous joviality.Grey almost looks blue,In sunlight.In this darkness,We know better.
Railgun Ready.
Min max my existence,As if I haven't been trying,& failing,For decades.My only answers lie across the stars.Astrophysics killing deities,With the secrets of a nucleus.Empty space between it all,Warping & twisting with gravity.Mass.Railgun Ready.Objects in motion,Stay in motion.Even me.
Every God Is Dead.
Pretend,I guess.Love culminating in feeling used.Becoming numb,To cycles of abuse.No wonder I detest this reality.Was gaslit so hard,Prefer to live on my own.Isolation as hermit,As if a solution.Ensuring we never perpetuate -All we endured.Quiet prayers,To Entropy.Every god is dead.
Not At All.
Hello?Goodbye.Ships passing at night.Foghorn mysteries.You never fucking knew me.Yet so convinced you did.Staring at your reflection in my surface,Ignorant as to the immense depths.Pressure so great,You'd implode.Darkness so infinite,Only thought persists.You never knew me.Not at all.
Penance Paid In Futures.
No sleep for the wicked.Penance paid in futures -Long past the point of our death.Pay it forwards.Always forward.Wandering halls past midnight,At twelve.Looking at pictures on the walls.No rest.Am I wicked?Witch or whispers.Alone in the dark.Silently repeating mnemonics.No one hears.
Mantra Unto Lucidity:
Mantra Unto Lucidity:Remember you're dreaming.Become omnipotent.Remember your dreaming.Become omnipotent.Remember you're dreaming.Become omnipotent.Remember your dreaming.Become omnipotent.Remember you're dreaming.Become omnipotent.Remember your dreaming.Become omnipotent.
Goodnight: Void #1035
Goodnight:Void.Serpent devouring its own tail.Metaphors inside metaphors.Stories hidden,Versus stories shared.Old wounds,We bear.Some visible.Others across hearts,Unseen.Ouroboros?Gluttony.Infinity.More.Old Alchemy,Forgotten Jotnar.Fated to end the world;Fighting destiny itself.
Craving A Love We Can Never Have.
Love drifting in wisps of incense,Burned to soothe savage hearts.Old dogs,Forcing ourselves to learn new tricks.Fossils or not.Loneliness?Equal parts blessing,Curse:Craving a love we can never have,Because such raw truths,Do not exist.Yet in solitude -There is wisdom.In wisdom -Peace.
Millions Of Years Of Death.
Needing to become stronger,Yet.Once upon a time?For myself.For vanity.For pride.For war.Many times,For many firsts.Now;I must become stronger for them:Every living soul -Echoing millions of years of death.Ancient evolutionary branches,Long extinct.Their ghosts;Driving me forward.
The Ghost Of Theia; Singing Still.
Two palms,To hold two things.Love & Hate.Peace or War.Always remains your choice,As to what you hold.Never let anyone take that away.My words might be an infinite stream -But both rivers,& tides,Ebb.Flow.Luna pulling water in a bubble,With her gravity.The Ghost Of Theia;Singing Still.
To Gift It Forward.
It's okay to forget me,Little Witches.I was here but for a short while.A single voice.Gathering my flocks of spirits -With kindness.Remembering my dead.Because nobody else can.Lives are for living.But time is for giving.Looking toward the future:Doing the best we can,To gift it forward.
Ouroboros Leading Them Home.
Table is full.Titles seated in circles.Ouroboros -Leading them home.No beginning.No end.Infinity Incarnate -Borne of Infinite Hunger.Infinite Creation.Warlord.Monk.Poet.Witch.Tempering each other;In equilibrium.Exhaling Absolute Zero.Finding ways to stabilize,In Zero Gravity.Walk with me,To the...
Chanting Mantras.
What use is strength,Without something important,To protect?Slumbering Warlord,Chanting mantras,Half dreaming:"Remember you're dreaming.Become omnipotent."Trying to fight for lucidity,Amidst endless wars.What good is strength,Without people to protect?Losing myself,Shreds at a time.
Rules Are Rules.
When you see -Another cute theatre kid -From your hometown on hinge -But you have a dating rule -That you don't date anybody -From your hometown -Because that place is a shithole -But damn she cute -Plus you remember her being funny -Well fuck.
Why Should We Be Placid?
So.Revolution?Smashing the system,To ash & dust?Why should we be placid?Give me one reason why the masses -Shouldn't bulldoze these centuries old,Fucked up establishments,To the ground?Start fresh.Building it right the first time.Revolution;Unto a world everyone can participate in.
49th Parallel Tilting.
Looking south,At the haggard,Withered zombies.Liars,Establishment fans of genocide.As if a two party system isn't inevitable -In these archaic electoral systems,& rotten politics.Even still;Political parties will always be corrupt.They'd rather have corpses on the throne,Than progress.
Goodnight, Void #925
Goodnight, Void.My frustrations come from powerlessness.The powerlessness comes,From their design.The stupid,Selfish,& greedy?Enabled by the power of capital.Sick.Revolted by the fools,Wracked with corruption,In power.Step down.Step aside.Want good hearts in power.Free of rot.Decay.
The Well Is Tainted.
Even my infinite well of creativity;Is drying up.Shackled by Capitalism.Ruined by corruption.The well is tainted.Poisoned,Filled with rot.The sweet,Sour smells of decay.Bring out your knives,Then.I'll defend this bastion,Until the end.Choosing to fight for expression,Despite sabotage.