Deep Fried.

Deep Fried.

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.

Jumping At Shadows.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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:

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 #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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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 #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.

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.

The Pickup Truck Diaries: The Most Prolific Human Poet In History.

Seems grandiose, eh? This is one of the more modest, amongst the actual titles I was able to workshop, believe me! And I’d hope by now you’ve read at least one or two of these here Pickup Truck Diaries, so you are well aware already that I love being grandiose and mock-megalomaniacal for the sake...

Central Universe Science Fiction Shorts: An Update!

Campfire. Come gather 'round the campfire. Let me tell you a story. Several small ones, in fact! It started a month or two ago, when I had a bunch of hits on "Our Better Angels" via the 'ol analytics. Now, I've been running this little business for half a decade - so out of neurotic perfectionism,...

The Current Laws of Reality Are Obsolete.

I told you,The current laws of reality are obsolete.We just don't know it yet.Build me multiple states,Simultaneous simulation.Living dozens of lives,In fractions of seconds.Feeding this hunger that has plagued me,My whole life. Chance at eternity.Fundamental truths.Touch infinity.Hold it in your...

Mastermind. F. Deltron 3030.

"Watch him. The weird eccentricity is a facade, a feint tactic. Preys on those who underestimate him. Revels in it. Supervillain, soon enough.""Her? She'll play my jester, power unto hands of the pure. The clown in charge of everything.""My left hand. Best student I ever had.""Dave? Retirement!"

Thirsty Sword Lesbians.

Demographic Games.Even queerness,Neurodiversity,Levied against us.Some audiences are so predictable,It's exhausting.Thirsty Sword Lesbians.Or Twenty Year Olds -Playing High Schoolers.Media itself:Formulaic,Rarely deviating.I refuse to fall into it.My art must be mine.Fuck the audience.

A Vow.

A Vow. I will be the greatest cryptid,Ever to live. I will bear fangs -To shatter ceilings made of glass and bones. Coil around whole galaxies,To pluck at the strings of fate. I will become as lethal,As time. Inevitable -As the beating of a billion hearts. Stoic.Just.

One Heresy At A Time.

Then take me,Cowards!Pin me down,Muzzle my gnashing teeth.Writing gods,To prove they can be killed.One heresy at a time.Sacrilege,In name of public good.Afraid to put a face,To creation.Making martyrs instead.God is dead.Each of us,Killing him.Truth by truth.Good.

Par to a rez dog.

Fight Me,Or Seduce Me.Your Choice.Like a good scrap -Or greasy romance -Just same.Enemies to lovers?Rivals to partners?What you got?Working back to deadly,As Rez Dogs say.Real fucking rez dogs,Are terrifying -Fucking rabies & all.Could anybody love me?Par to a rez dog,After all.

Painting Worlds.

Yet create,We shall.Painting worlds,Universes,If one can.Simulating entire societies,Stratums.Technologies,Biologies.Building heroes,Villains.Creating gods in mere moments,Where some took a week,Crafting one universe.How slow.But how exciting,To do the same.

Drinking Vitriol.

Drinking vitriol, Toxicity in human form. The blistering chemical burn - Of a rotten lexicon. Fools playing at wisdom. Idiots masquerading as fellow savants. Guzzling gasoline, Drinking diesel. Kerosene kisses - Slathered with my venom. Black ichor bubbling forth. GIVE IT UP. I'll imbibe your...

Cackle For A Madman.

Cackle for a madman,Perchance a rainbow at the wake,Who bet all in on a pair of Kings,And both kings died. Dredge up the links of iron,Chains are the only cure,For the tyrant cometh after.Rising from the ashes. When madness brinks the shackles,Drink up all the quicksilver,For gold is the cure,And...

Dancing Across The Edges of Guillotines.

Goes back to Paarthurnax:"Which is better?To be born good?Or to overcome one's own evil nature,Through great effort?"A den of evil.The cryptid willing to bathe the world,In blood.Sworn to pacifism.Art,Instead of conquest.Tearing the wings from my back,White feathers soaked in blood.Fallen...

Three Green Thumbs.

Detest waftings of Honeysuckle,Fan of Lilies in sight -Not in smell.Life in precarious suspension.Just dirt,Water,Sun.One must be as persistent,As choking,As Morning Glory.Weed of weeds.Roses are trite,Give me Lavender,Sage.Earthy paganisms.Science meets magic.

Lawful Evil.

Many misunderstand,My ways of being in the world.I am a creature of laws -Similar to my Fae brethren,Or the Devils,& demons,Of yore.Honor,Truth,Transparency.Tantamount to my power.Confidence born of knowledge.Perverse,At times.Humility is preferred.Villain to some,Cryptid to others.

Honed Back To Predator, Yet Again.

Fat,Like Buddha.More disarming,That way.Prefer to be seen,As friendly giant -Some cryptid carer.But perhaps it is time,For not just discipline -But sharpness.Honed back to predator,Yet again.Hard Knuckle Tactics,An enjoyment of work that burns.Lethality,Once.Pacifism,Now.New Rules.

An Ultimatum.

Truth.An ultimatum,Painted in the blood,Of all the dead I have known.There can be no peace,Within lies.No calm,Within conspiracy.I will speak truth,As best I can.Mine and others,Until the ground swallows me up.And I fall into the sky.This is a demand.

Right Wing Political Supporters:

Right Wing Political Supporters:Step one;Be naturally stupid & easily led,Usually tricked via one's ignorance,Bigotry,Or arrogance.Abuse either their inability to think critically,Or their apathy & sloth,To never verify what they're told.Step Two;Fall for populist politics,Repeat...