I've never been a Hero.Didn't say it even once.Instead;I've been typecast as a Villain.My whole life.Called everything from beast to monster.So I leaned into it.Becoming what they painted me as.Outside at least.Choosing anonymity in plain sight.Call me a Villain.Doesn't phase me anymore.
Remember;Part of my irreverence -Comes from being nameless.Nobody knows who I am.Nor does anyone care.My Legends,Titles,Records,Only paraded in jest:When rapid transition from nobody,To somebody,Is warranted for right reasons.Even if you told people,My achievements…Who'd believe you?
Alzheimers.Dementia.One day -Won't be me,Anymore.Genetics deems it so.Forgetting who I am.Who I was.Could show me a poem,Taken from my very own archives,I'd think it merely pretty,Oblivious that I was the one,Who wrote it.Such things are sad,Yes.But an inevitability,Of course.
Baggage,Of flaws,Faults,Or evils.Which learned,Or inherited traits,Help me?Which natures or nurturings,Are rot within my heart,Or soul?That's why I never claimed to be a hero,Saviour,Or messiah.Just a cracked diamond,In the forest rough.Covered in moss,Yet carbon,For good or ill.
“Fie, Painted Rhetoric!” Fool.Never spit upon our only weapon,In face of tyranny.Words,Especially those of eloquence,Or charisma,Have exponential effects.Our only shots at freedom.But perhaps that's the difference.As poet,Artist,I learned everything.From quantitative analysis,To sonnets.Yet you...
Will we learn from this past three years?Growing to understand the power,In numbers.More of us.Than them.Perhaps after this great change,Instead of uniting,We work as individual movements,Towards similar goals.One movement,Can be sabotaged.Thousands?…They have no hope of stopping us.
This Capitalist hellscape -Is finally crumbling.All as more & more folks,Realize their lot,As wage slaves.Enriching fat cat oligarchs,With zero morality.Eat the rich,Isn't just hyperbolic metaphor,These days.Grocery inflation?Making wrinkly old monsters,Look tasty.Starving as we are.
Go.Fight bigotry.Not just today,But all days.Until our genes reveal our truest forms,A thousand years from now.When our species has intermingled so much -That scientists predict the outcome.Perhaps then;Us wretched fucking Humans,Can treat each other right.With respect.Dignity.Kindness.
Go right ahead:Nail me to a crucifix.Hang me by my neck -So if a neck doesn't snap,Asphyxiation will get me,In mockeries of Carradine.Something insane,To a Grey-Ace like me.Flay me living.Draw.Quarter.Firing squad,But I demand every round -Is live.Anarchists,Are used to such things.
Secular Monk -Atheist Hermit -Damaged Savant -Evil Witch -Ravenous Beast -Starving Artist -Disavowed Guru -Forgotten Relic -Missing Link -Ancient Curse -Fragmented Reality -Doomed Existence -War Poet -Wounded Creator -Listless Legend -Loving Lover -Mad Cryptid --Many Titles.Myths.
That our Clan's lot in life?Genetic Lottery;Tossing us into this broken reality.Smart as a whip,Yet saddled with mountains of side effects.Executive Dysfunction,To Mood Disorders.Almost as if we were designed,To fight forever.Doomed to war.So,No choices remaining…Guess we'll fight.
Been slacking.Dearth of Poetry,Influenced by Depression.Peeking through even insane doses,Of antidepressants.What does emerge from my psyche -Is old hat:An urge to die.Craving for oblivion.I've always worshipped,& warred against Entropy,In equal measures.Fighting,Until I can't anymore.
"Need you for as many years,As I can get,Old Man!"Frail as we are;Sun-tanned bronze skin -Famous redneck farmer's tan.Hilariously,Watched him get sunburns,In pouring rain,From hours of arc welding.I need you,Old Man.Nobody else on this planet,Could ever understand me.I'd be all Alone.
Fuck me.How can one fucking Human -Be so torn between the two extremes,Of Humanism & Misanthropy?Hurtling from side to side,As I navigate the world.Encountering others at seemingly;Ratio of 75%,Versus a quarter.So the Humanism is always repressed,As the Misanthropy grows.So disappointing.
Leaded gasoline brain rot.Thoroughly unimpressed -With most the generation does.Stereotypes often ring true.Entitled old fucks,Thinking themselves superior.Guilty of everything from Bigotry,To shortsightedness.Getting older.Stupider.More malicious.Refusing any self awareness,Whatsoever.
You think,You're the first,Ignorant,Cruel,Stupid man,To get in my way?Seeming surprised,When I fail to flinch at your baiting -In pathetic false starts.Short man syndrome,In spades.No.Your kind is everywhere.This arrogance is normal for me.You're a kind of person -Needing extinction.
"Remember you're dreaming.Become omnipotent."Trigger phrase doesn't work.Apparently my dreaming mind -Is a failure.Can never discern.Repeating the phrase does nothing.So I remain trapped;In endless cycles of death.Ripped apart.Devoured.Ebullism.Again.& again.& again.& again.& again.
The dreams shift,Collide,Combine,Without me seemingly able to discern it.Science Fiction,Fantasy,Suddenly interspersed with mundane.Fucking hate my dreams.Either I'm dying,Trying not to die.Or constantly moving,Scrambling to pack up.Never want to dream again.Ever.Tired of dying.Tired.
Dreams so insane,Just feel helpless.End of world scenarios:Volcanic eruptions,Snowfall in bursts.Yet somehow,Still dealing with assholes?People stealing from me.Harassing me.Same theme:Trying to gather my stuff.Leave.Trying to be kind.If I realized the dream,I'd just kill them instead.
Where's thy eternal optimism,Dear Elder?Can my ancient alchemy,Of Liquid Sunshine,Or Black Tar Ichor Venom,Save us from sorrow?Trained by childish stories,Fairy tales,That such things as:"Happily Ever After,"Exist.Know better now…We're alone in this.Salvation was always a lie.