Savant Syndrome Blues.

Savant Syndrome Blues.

Dispassionate existence,Drawn with graphite,Or charcoal.Fine art sketches -I never did practice.Can do anything -Given enough time,& resources.Yet this curse,Is derived from a cycle:Immediate mastery,Often enough.Waxing boredom,If not.Passion dictating expertise.Savant Syndrome Blues.

How Hard Science Had To Fight.

How Hard Science Had To Fight.

Electrical impulses;From grey matter to synapses.Neurons or axions,Oscillating charges -Via potassium channels.(Also why you can die,From potassium overdoses.)Biology has mapped our existence,Using Empirical Method,Quantitative Evidence,Data.Recognize how hard,Science had to fight.

Prefer Untitled Existences.

Prefer Untitled Existences.

Tend to dislike microlabels,Despite ironically claiming one.Demisexualism be damned!Folks seek meaning,As if a label means salvation,From ambiguity.Making meaning,From a lexicon?Why not make meaning,From your lived experiences?Don't want to be put in a box.Prefer untitled existences.

Anarcho-Capitalists Are Scumbags.

Anarcho-Capitalists Are Scumbags.

Little Philosophy Lesson:Anarcho-Capitalists,Aren't Anarchists.Capitalism means hierarchy,Derived from personal wealth.They're mere Libertarians,In disguise.Anarchism is about freedom.Abolition of hierarchies of power -For consensual community.Mutual aid.Anarcho-Capitalists are scumbags.

Pyramid Scheme.

Pyramid Scheme.

This modern world,& society,Is broken.Pyramid scheme -Siphoning wealth to top.Sociopaths & Narcissists,Who believe wealth,Prestige,Entitles them to respect,Admiration.But it works.The ignorant will bend over backwards,To defend them.Believing they're the next millionaires.The fools.

Cogs. Machines.

Cogs. Machines.

Application,After application.Nobody wants me.Nobody needs me.Remember:Talents mean nothing,To a capitalist.Employers are often afraid,Of the most competent -Desiring mediocre,To middling.Employees they can easily control,But not so intelligent,They can affect change.Cogs.Machines.

Opaque Vaudeville Villain Representations.

Opaque Vaudeville Villain Representations.

Yep.I'm fucked up.Told my whole life,I was "dark."As if Major Depression could manifest,In purest joy.As if the trauma & abuse,Wasn't gaslit into nonexistence,By covert narcissists."Do you want to be better,Than you were yesterday?"I meant it.Lost.Adrift.Evil,As they said.Typecast as the...

Parallel Dimensions.

Parallel Dimensions.

Another mad dream.Going from one insane story,To the next.Suddenly being ripped -Through various holes,Doors,Into parallel dimensions.Falling further & further away,From home.First;Small changes.Slowly becoming more distorted.Then lost,Unsure if I'll ever get back,To this reality.

Grinding My Teeth.

Grinding My Teeth.

So stressed,So anxious,Can't sleep.Grinding my teeth,Tossing & turning,Like when I used to roam the halls,At 12,Looking at pictures on the walls,Due to my chronic insomnia.Feel hopeless,Lost.Everybody telling me it's bad out there,Right now.Doesn't help me sleep much.Eyes wide open.

Drinking Quicksilver.

Drinking Quicksilver.

Drinking quicksilver,Towards an early grave.As if Mercury,Or Lead,Doesn't kill us.Death Clocks,To leaded gasoline.The call of my lover Death,Strong these days.Her song so beautiful;Promising me a la a siren -Peaceful eternal slumber.Sudden stop to existence.Because living is hell. ×0×

Nearly Destitute.

Nearly Destitute.

Unemployed.Nearly destitute.Willing to do almost anything to survive.Need a job,But the government work programs tell me;I'm overqualified.Third most prolific poet ever.Wrote the longest resource,For the most complex format,Of the most complex game in existence.& nobody wants me.Fuck me.

What Can I Do?

What Can I Do?

I have no mother.One that birthed me,Used & abused me for decades -A sick,Mentally ill woman.Refusing to believe in facts,Experts,Or science.Sociopath through & through.What can I do?Threaten to tell the truth about her harms?Demand she stop stalking me,Or I expose her name,& crimes?

Stalker.

Stalker.

Dear Disowned Parent:FUCK OFF.Go away.Banned you everywhere I could,Yet like the psychopath you are,You still stalk my website constantly -As I can see in my analytics.Wish I could block you from that too.Stop reading my work.Stop shit talking me.Go the fuck away.Leave me alone forever.

Drowning In Our Debt.

Drowning In Our Debt.

Limbo.Trapped in eternal wage slavery,Drowning in our debt.Systems designed to keep us prisoner,Slaving away for the benefit of oligarchs.Plutocracy.Nepotism.Cronyism.Blackmail.Extortion.We suffer until we die.Our only true escape.Pacifist bastard;Yet still want to burn it all down.

Can Your Love Hold A Species?

Can Your Love Hold A Species?

Can your love hold a species?Torrents of negativity -Idiocracies in bloom.How much good faith is needed,To drown out ignorant bigotry,Hate,Or ugly Christian Nationalism?Is your love strong enough?Softness to battle arrogant bastards,In parodies of the paradox of tolerance.Can your love -

Despite The Good Ones.

Despite The Good Ones.

Seen so much fucking trauma,Narcissism,Abuse,That I know,Sadly,That despite the good ones -Humanity will be better off,When the Boomers have died out.Entitled often at least,Straight up toxic at worst,Leaded gasoline nightmares.Hate sweeping claims -But feels like 25%,Versus 75%.Ugh.

Want To Laugh Forever.

Want To Laugh Forever.

Laughter.Joy.Perhaps all my trauma,Or abuse,Is the reason I value Jesters,& Comedy,So highly.After terrors we've seen…Appreciate smiling -Even once in a while.Short story long.Long story short.Want to laugh forever,Free of the endless darkness,Least for a little while.Moments,Even.

Screaming Matches.

Screaming Matches.

Nightmares keep coming.Packing.Leaving.Prefer the ones where I die,Fighting zombie outbreaks -Dragons,Or horrific monsters,Than my nightmares with family.Screaming matches.Insane bipolar mania.Constant gaslighting,Lying,The Cycles Of Abuse -Spinning at eight hundred miles an hour.

Lexical Junkyards.

Lexical Junkyards.

Solace.Sol.Ace.Fragments of meaning,Across many lexicons.Jargon,Idiom,Or cipher.Pieces of other languages -Bastardized for parts.Lexical junkyards,I tend to call home.My speech is strange,To most.Sometimes slipping into old slang,Or apostrophe-laden contractions.Old Logger Talk.

Somewhere Sunny.

Somewhere Sunny.

Always expect to go;The way all revolutionaries go.Gallows.Stake.Firing Squad.But I think,Since my few attempts at suicide -Over a decade & change ago,That now I'd like to be somewhere sunny.Mountains & forests,Of my homeland,Or trees & flowers.Smiling softly.Finally at peace.Finally.

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,...

Art Crossing With Identity.

Who says art cannot cross,With identity?Vegeta at heart,Goku in sensibility.Fuck your art nouveau -Show me the passion of Luffy,Or the hearts of a dozen other heroes.Some might find it sad,That I found identity in fiction.Seeking salvation from a broken home.But imagine,The darker paths.

With My Fists.

I'll defy any single star,Crossed or otherwise.Any celestial body.Every god.If it meant freedom.Progress for my species.Destiny -Merely an obstacle,To be wrestled aground like Heracles.I'll slaughter Zeus,With my fists.Release Prometheus from his prison -Devour the birds together.Karma.

THE BEST

Where're my challengers?Those whom can look me in my eye,Grin,Call me to spar.Intellectual,Or Physical,Love a good challenge;Gets boring & lonely at the top.Bring 'em on!Dare I hope for more?Disciple,Protege,Heir?Hunting talents,That can rival my own.Even if only in one area.THE BEST

“Don’t You Know Who I Am?”

Oh?Shall I gloat,Like some egotistical simpleton?!"I'm Third Most Prolific Poet In Human History! Don't you know who I am?"An ugly failure at even one,Solitary experience towards ego death.Fuck no.Might have such a title.With such;Need no name.So who the fuck are you,Again?& who am I?

How Loathsome It Is.

Perhaps I've always been a fool.Hoping for better,From Humans.How loathsome it is,That Hobbes was right.My great hopes;That Humanity can be better,Somehow overcoming their stupidity,Short sightedness,& greed.But that's my foolishness.Only the pinnacle can achieve thus.The rest are lost.

Taking Control Of My Nightmares.

My nightmares, Never stop haunting me. Fragments of the past - Twisted, Distorted. It is only when I realize my power, This will. That I see how small, My histories truly are. I've already broken the limits, I placed upon myself. What could theirs, Ever do to stop...

Saving The World Will Do.

Break upon my strange shores -Where a heroic epic flows like water.A hundred thousand battles,Retold in full glory.I will die with such high honors.Saving the world will do.No small task,Even for brazen demigods.From crumbling infrastructure,To broken systems.Promise.

“Constructive Criticism.”

Don't need your opinions.Don't want your feedback.Fuck thy "Constructive Criticism."Get your stupid ideas,The hell away from my work.Isolation;Is the name of the game.No corruption.No bias.No disgusting shills -Trying to make a buck off MY WORK,As if their reviews were worth anything.

The Most Prolific Poet Of All Time.

Written a thousand poems,Likely over a million words.Wretch,Hunched over a keyboard.Typing as might a million monkeys,Reproducing Shakespeare.My first goal post,That dead Elizabethian.3500 or bust.Bradburne,Mere 2500 after that.The Infinite Hunger,Drives me forwards.Grins all the way.

Melatonin Dreams.

When I risk taking Melatonin;My dreams go wild.Outdoor classrooms on the mountain,Complete with shitty asshole kids.Going from abuse,Mundane,To Volcanic Eruptions,Up the mountains.Trying to use logging physics,To save shitheads,Via cuts & valleys,As we die,Flee,Down towards the ocean.

Goodnight Void # 1145

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.

Ditching Our Wings.

Never wholesome.Only unholy.Cast out from heaven,With naught but a thousand eye stare -Wings aplenty,All aflutter over my hunger for justice.True then,Now.Affixing my gaze upon a species,Grew scales,Molt away from old selves.Keeping the eyes,Ditching our wings,Smelting down our haloes.

Feigning Ignorance.

Ideas?Haven't the foggiest.I'm just some -Dumb Disabled Hick Logger.The ones they use the slurs for,Sitting in dark rooms by themselves.Weird and strange -Mind like a steel trap.So gotta treat 'em stupid.Punch down,Use a boot.Don't know nothin',No sir.No m'am.not me

Raw Truth.

Know what it is,To ravage and tear?Use teeth,Maw full of fangs.Sharp and wanting.Glutton.The deadliest of sins,Yet a known one.No lies,No falsehoods,Only raw truth -The Infinite Hunger.And nothing more.

Goodnight Void # 15,000

Goodnight,Void.Only you & I know truth:My romances are always bigger,Than mere people or selves.Humanism for my species.Spells & Poems for you.Loving a dozen infinite metaphors,Where no real person could ever find me."LONG ROAD HOME."Perhaps it leads somewhere else.Maybe always knew,Too.