This is a new age.Want a woman I love,To be treated well by her boyfriend,Have those kids she wants.Live beautiful lives full of joy & love.Don't care we used to be lovers,& are now friends.Loving people is all about seeing them thrive.Don't Say I Learned Nothin',From Those Cycles Of Abuse.
Rude.Uncouth.Speaking Blunt Truth,Or Opinion,As Neurodivergent Staple.Pissing Off Everyone In Earshot.Aggravating Friends,Or Family.Unintended Faux Pas,Different,Clueless,& Hated For It.Until We Pull Away,Become Hermits -To Avoid Misspeaking.Afraid That Our Honesty,We -Are Reviled.
Tired of getting fucking hate crimed.If it's not the Superintendent -Of my previous school district,Saying to a room full of people,That my disabilities make me unfit to teach…It's assholes that slow down in their cars,To honk at me and laugh -For having painted black nails.Just fuck off.
"The Logger Guru Warned The Hare Krishna Compound,Moving Into Firesmarting To Try & Help People.They Wanted To Keep 'Their Trees.'That Was Last Summer.Few Days Ago,Entire Venables Valley Burned To The Ground.Homes,Compound,All.He Was Right.Why Are We Always Right?It Hurts To Be So."
Listen,I consent to it all.Central Universe?Draw it.Fanfic it.Do whatever you want.Butterfly King?Same.Karnifexia?Ghastheim?Build your own version for your players!My Art.My Creation.Was always supposed to be free.A locus of ideas,To inspire new art,Or imaginings.So yes.I consent.
Enough poetry.Enough shitposting.Get up.Start the day.The mantra of those like me -Lacking in Executive Function.
Found Poem Constructed Entirely From Song Titles: "Weird Ones.""I Don't Want You.""Sweet Revenge.""Against The Timeline.""Hybrid Moments.""Lies.""Try Honesty.""Finest Hour.""Got The Blood.""4th Movement Of The Odyssey.""Ghouls.""Guru.""Common Chaos.""Common Courtesy.""Shelter." +×+×+
we were told we were brokenfucked upunwantedstrewn across threads of fateour destined enddeathso we foughtrallying against a world who hated usfeared usmonstersor villainsmerely queerneurodivergentdifferentnot brokenuniquenot monstrous& yet they still can't meet uswhere we are
My Epitaphs;Stretch Across Hundreds Of Poems.Small Pieces Of Myself:Thoughts.Jokes.Reflections.Post Mortem Guidance.Dead Internet Theory,Won't Win On My watch!Rambling Hermit Guru;In Digital Isolation.Shitposting Until I Go -When My Poems,Masquerading As Epitaphs,Quit Masquerading.
Admonished me.Shortly before weeping.Citing a dead man we both knew:"Loggers are stupid."In much harsher words.Paraphrased for politesse.Didn't want me using the name,Title,For myself.Part shame.Part superiority complex.Strange fusion of hypocrisies.My dualities,Were always the point.
Can run 25 tonne machines,Run chainsaw,Build with a hammer.A Lumberjack,Once.Even now,Not yet a Logger Guru. Have been writing for decades,Despite a decade break,Give or take.At some point,Became third most prolific poet -Without realizing it. Yes.…"We Contain Multitudes."
Consuming The Zeitgeist,In entirety.Learning all knowledge,Wisdom,That exists.I call them my impossible goals,For a reason -Quite aware of my mortality;In the face of a Human lifespan.But this Infinite Hunger,Will never be sated.So I walk The Long Road Home.Growing.Evolving.Even still.
Hate shilling.Hate shilling myself;Seeing it as an intrusion of Capitalism,Into my Art.Became jaded.Disgusted with how Art is detached,Becoming a product to consume -Rather than an object of beauty,Or a spurring toward self reflection,Or awareness.Hate shilling.Hate shilling.Hate it.
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.
Why this…"Cult Of The Wyrm?"Simple:Atheist,Humanist Beliefs,Are eclipsed by a predominance,Of 50% or more -Along Abrahamic Religious majorities."Western Society."Just to be able to practice my beliefs;Need a veneer of Religion.To ensure protection -Along similar frameworks.See?
American Markets?Completely Fraudulent."Market Maker" Exemptions,Providing "Liquidity,"Which just means price fixing,Market manipulation,Devoid of actual Supply & Demand.As a foreigner,Cannot believe how corrupt the US is.Anybody investing there -Has to be blind,Or in;On the corruption.
Hail from The Land of Sunsets.Sun ruling our lives.From pouring rain,In torrentials -Begging for Sol's light through grey clouds.Then withering under her embrace,As forests burn in drought Summers.Heat.Smoke.Homes to ash.Dawn.Dusk.Twilight.She disappears each eve,Over the Pacific.
Black Shuck.Hound of Ill Omen.Harbinger of our death.Funny.Other forms.My lover Death,Twin to my foe;Center of worship,Entropy.Normally wearing Death's Head.Bleached Skull.I've tried to meet her before,But there's romance in anticipation.She knows she'll have me one day,For certain.
Need no clear coast.Stride confidently towards sunset.People've always feared me.Hated me.Reviled me.So used to being an object,For others to gawk at.From the teenager who went red in the face,Every time I showed her kindness,To Abrahamics who shoot me dirty looks,In the streets.Visible.
My Infinite Creation:Source of nightmares,Strewn with monsters,Societal collapse,Where I die ad infinitum,Most nights,Try as I might to survive.Still -Perhaps I should be grateful.Gifts me waking life imagination.Writer's Block,Has never existed for me.That -Worth dying most nights?