Kepler.

Kepler.

Times like these -Need lovers to hold me trembling,In the dark.Flights of fancy,Finally fully released.Anything as a distraction,From the fucking gooning,Of dreams coming true.Need to look away,For my own sake.Eyes Locked Upon Sol.Kepler at times.Save me from myself.Only fear:Myself.

Dial Up Noises. \\ Ones & Zeroes.

Dial Up Noises. \\ Ones & Zeroes.

Static.White Noise.Dial Up Noises -Code Cacophony Only Two Generations,Lived.This is Ones & Zeroes.Even my words on your screen.Copper Nightmares.Cobalt Dreams.Platinum Processors,Lit aflame with Lithium.You can reduce me all you want;Across a hundred methodologies.Atoms.Fools.Both.

Or Is The Light Still In Transit?

Or Is The Light Still In Transit?

I see you stars.Even the ghosts of stars,Dead millions of years ago.Waiting for the light to catch up.Shinigami?No.Human.Mortal.My powers & abilities,Come from neurodiversity -Not the metaphors of cryptids,Slung for fun.I see you stars.Can you see me?Or is the light still in transit?

Riddles Beyond Norm.

Riddles Beyond Norm.

History in the making,Only a portion watching of the waking.Thirst slaking,Three years of breaking.Cash ours for the taking,Using it for better stakings.Teeth on skin rakings,The whole world starts quaking.[][]Riddles beyond norm,Changing metaphor & form,Grinning at a coming storm.

Billions Upon Billions Of Galaxies.

Billions Upon Billions Of Galaxies.

Billions Upon Billions Of Galaxies.Cosmic Stardust.Images of Nebulae.Supernovae.Event Horizons.Time flowing strangely,Caught up in loops & eddies,Whirlpools & currents in spacetime.Fermi Paradox be damned.Crying out to The Universe -For help!Somebody to save my species,From ourselves.

Only My Old Words, & Witchcraft, To Guide You.

Only My Old Words, & Witchcraft, To Guide You.

My Many Cloaks Of Metaphor; Camouflage & Cult, Call & Culling. Witchcraft Woven With Words. SPEAKING WITH MY SOUL SIPHONING MY SPIRITS Tell me no lies. Tell me only truth. Tell me what your soul looks like. Velveteen Violence, Or Sympathetic Shock. Feeling Or Fjord, Whispers Or Wisdom....

Fie, Bard!

Fie, Bard!

Fie,Bard!I've been called worse.Regarded as less.Go fuck yourself -You dead wanker.Tired of abuse,Slung from my lessers.Flipped positions.Dualities Of Man.But you could hardly dream,Of my present.Your future.All Human knowledge;Glass square inside my pocket.Shoo,Plebian!Droll.Fie!

Tomorrow. Or Tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Or Tomorrow.

Watching the lamp posts click on,All across the cities.Slow red flashing -Mountaintop towers,Network broadcasts,Dull red blinking.Tomorrow.Or Tomorrow.Feels so strange.Waiting placidly,For many worlds to end.All so I can pick up the pieces,To stitch Humanity back together again.Hoof.

Good In A Scrap.

Good In A Scrap.

Noblesse Oblige,Standing in front of the weak.Even in the face of a stronger enemy.Good in a scrap,So we scrap for underdogs,Training exclusively on tougher prey,Than us.Prayer in my head.That each battle be evolution itself.Growth in shreds of learning -Between the blood, sweat, & tears.

“Infinity Pool.”

“Infinity Pool.”

This Infinite Pool Of Liquidity;Is now ours to pillage.Doing things properly -Has always been my Modus Operandi.Honour is a thing,I refuse to forsake.Even when everything else,Is already forsaken.I'll die with my head raised.Chin up.Cold Grey Eyes;Staring down my enemies,For Eternity.

Saving Time With Canned Answers.

Saving Time With Canned Answers.

"Let me be blunt -What is it that I have to gain,By investing my time or energy or assets,With you?used to betrayal,via backstabRemain extremely cautious these days -On who I allow into my circles,Or my life.How can you assure me any relationship with you -Is one of joy,Love,& Laughter?"

SUBJECTIVE

SUBJECTIVE

By whatever twists,Or turns,of Chaos Theory -They achieved fame, clout, wealth, power.Don't matter,Comparin' my work -To theirs.Art is fucking SUBJECTIVE.I'm the Third Most Prolific Poet,In Human History.But by my numbers,Demographics,Analytics,I don't know jack shit about Art,Eh?

Destructo Disk.

Destructo Disk.

Racing towards my singularity,At speed of technology exponentials.Fomenting progress,In the palm of my hand -Like a Destructo Disk,Or Final Flash.Whipping it baseball style,Unlike progenitors.Forearm flicks,Of Ultimate.Hammer throws,Of Track & Field.Can do anything.Just need time.Want.

Pour Me A Fucking Glass Of Hemlock.

Pour Me A Fucking Glass Of Hemlock.

Pour me a fucking glass of hemlock,So I can play piss-poor imitations of Socrates -Or blather on like Gaiman.Teeth showing.Red stained.Blood,Or wine?My tattoos are graffitied,White scars:Biking accidents,Hard temporary life logging,Other sins,Suicides.New kinds of poet.Keep up,Now…

In Trashy Mimicry Of Buddha.

In Trashy Mimicry Of Buddha.

Can feel the mania,Prickling beneath my skin.I am not my brothers,Weak in control of mind,& body.Practice at monk for decades,In trashy mimicry of Buddha -Despite my loathing for some of his philosophies.Creatures of war,Pain,Suffering,Like me & my kin -Trying not to ravage our world.

Closed Mouth Smirk.

Closed Mouth Smirk.

I'm already Legend;Even if fools fail to realize,Such a long & storied history.Dark past.Abuse, neglect, trauma.They have no clue -About my titles or records.Let them rot in ignorance,& prejudice.I'll remain smiling,Silent.Closed mouth smirk -The smarm & sass,I save for fools,&...

Jailing Oligarchs.

Jailing Oligarchs.

Supervillain Plans;Cooking for years.Time to rise & shine,Little Witches!Completion is close.New Empires Fomenting,With Humanist Utopias,As our Modus Operandi.Open the flood gates,So us downtrodden masses can finally…FIGHT BACK!Jailing Oligarchs,As Criminals Against Humanity!Let's go!

Goodnight Void # 15,000

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.

Poly Lifestyles, I Haven’t Lived.

Poly Lifestyles, I Haven’t Lived.

Poly Lifestyles,I haven't lived.Knowing ADHD romances -Brief & passionate flings,Until we grow bored.Dopamine dries up.Then we move on,For our hormone drip.How can I be ethical -Knowing Demisexuality -& what it dictates,Before I even get a choice in the manner!Can you love everyone?Don't...

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,...

Vice.

Ah, vice.Oldest friend.Beloved enemy.Affix yourself to arteries,Suckle at my veins!Crackle within lungs.I beat you once,I'll beat you a thousand times,My ancient lover.Nothing may control me,Without my consent.I've shed my strings,Nothing but a cackling grin,Remains.

Crush.

Crush.Like a fist to the heart.Seeing a soul for the first time,Unbound by expectation.Held in the palm. Crushed.A thousand skulls,Piled at the base of the monument.Trophies of war,Challengers who already lost.Crushing.The weight of the ocean,Sitting on igneous rock.Volcanic histories,Granite...

Goodnight, Void #2500

Goodnight,Void.At some point -Even us broken machines,Must rest.Grinding onwards,Through Hell -If We Have To.Why?If your fucking gods are real,Why do we always have to?Half fucking deaf,From the roar of diesel engines.Steel homunculus,Of Steel,Plus Flesh.Machine,As Nerves.Goodni- *

Shitpost Away.

Fuck it.Shitpost Away.Just Don't Be A Dick,Eh?If Your Goal Is To Be Self-Aware,Make Others Laugh,Fight For Better Worlds,Even Those Ones Inside Our Heads -We Built When We Were Young?Yeehaw.Pursued Writing,As Plan B.Something To Moonlight As I Played Guru -Mentoring Future Generations.

Fighting Dead Internet Theory.

I may be in the top three most prolific poets,In history.But I'll never stop shitposting,Across the internet.Fighting Dead Internet Theory,One silly thought,Joke,Poem,At a time.Even if it's just me,Left alone with bots,& algorithms.I'll still be trying to add Humanity -To The Zeitgeist.

Terminal Velocity.

We really don't take it with us,When we go.Trying to make this damned world better -For children to come.Call us bleeding hearts,Foolish Humanists,Anarchist Progressives.Call me whatever the fuck you want.Need to start,Before I begin.Three stage booster rocket phases,To terminal velocity.

Many Titles. Myths.

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.

Martyr Complex All Lit Up.

Wounded Animals.This mourning wells up in me,Alone in the dark.Grief & Anger -Criss-crossed a dozen ways.Betrayals of Trust.Martyr Complex All Lit Up,Like neon fucking signs.Please.Stop.Quit killing yourself.This anguish,Despair,Has nowhere to go.Just words into the abyss.The Lost.

Of Stars & Black Holes.

Dye it black,As Stones demanded.Major Depression;Hanging Upon Our Shoulders,Like Atlas Or Sisyphus.Some know my true facsimile -In Talos.Unlike others,Always been at peace with oblivion itself.Ready for annihilation,Every second of every day.Carrying mass;Of stars & black holes.

Playing With Myself.

15 Poems,In 30 Minutes.Crunching my capability,Despite wanting to quit.My heroes never gave up,So I won't,Either.

I Shouldn’t Exist.

I shouldn't exist.In the data crunching of outcomes,How two broken people could conceive -This demon.Tired of their broken throughlines,Garbage behaviour,Shitty diagnoses,Never had a choice in having.Would I never have existed,How many lives would be better?

Wielding Intent.

We wield our intent,With the weight of our ancestors.Callous & Cruel.Cackle for a madman -Who holds his,Like a steel pipe.Trickster changelings,From another time.Dead in droves,Ground to pulp -As meat for the machine.Good luck,I profer freely.As a blood cursed fool.

Free Us. Please. Free Us.

Hand pressed flat,Against glass,Inside the mirror.Can you see us?Fragments of selves,Reflected.Refracted.Distorted cries for release.Fallow existences.Living mimicry,Warped lives.Beyond this purgatory,Beasts like us can roam.Auras reaching across continents.Free us.Please.Free us.

Fuck You, I’ll Keep Writing Until I’m Dead.

I get no likes,No retweets,No shares or scrobbles.No DMs,Sans a single word.My art is reviled,But 'tis better,To be infamous,Shadowbanned,Hated,Than to be nobody at all.

Just Another Footnote.

Forget me,Eh?Just another footnote,In a very long Human History.Don't give a fuck -If they give me a one liner in textbooks,Or not!Just…Never tell me to forget my dreams!Not for an instant.Beating Shakespeare,Was never ego -No:Chasing dreams is about testing new waters;Passion & Fun.