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.
My Work
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?
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.
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.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.
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!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.
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.
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.”
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.
"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
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.
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,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.
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.
Goodnight Void #66
Goodnight Void.I'm ready for tomorrow.& tomorrow.& tomorrow.
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.
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.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.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...