Conjuring black holes.Condensed matter -Pulling with gravity of a thousand stars.Last vestiges of the universe.Witchcraft,At the scale of galaxies.Enormous workings,Immense weavings.Each sacred scripture -Every waking poem.Serving as spiderweb foundations.World spell.
The dreams that aren't nightmares -Have one shared feature.I'm packing up my life,Moving like a hermit yet again.Or out in the wilds,Journeying.Bags packed,Going somewhere.Devoid of any true home.What is my subconscious telling me?With all my belongings ready to go.
This is taboo,Where I'm from.The idea of masculinity,Wreathed in traumas.I remove everything -But the beard and eyebrows.Last vestige of being a man.Stretch marks adorn my naked,Bloated body.Mistreatment since the move -Gluttony proving too great a demon,To kill.The Infinite Hunger.Leaves me each...
Social Engineering 102:Zeitgeist is malleable -One just needs enough weight,Clout,Etc.Most academics should see such fame -As abhorrent.Still,Towards utopia?Education is tantamount.Freedom from indoctrination -Via knowledge,Critical thinking skills,Logic.When a populace has the...
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 me?
At least I have tools,Plus knowledge,This time.When the rodents or pests scurry forth -From their hiding holes,To beg me for scraps.Even after being guilty,Of mistreating me!Fuck off.Go away.You lecherous fucks!I've had enough in this fucking lifetime -Of being used & abused,By leeches.
Abomination;Some called us.Strange folk.Wandering the woods.Lurking the forests.Wildling Fae,Cryptic Cryptids.Who cares.Call us names!Let people reveal to you,Their own stupidity,Ignorance,Or bigotry.I've met arrogance head on before.Melts away pretty quick against facts,& logic.
This finally it?Years & years of waiting.Leading up to one Historic moment.Economic Meltdown.Financial Freedom.May markets tomorrow -Be free of corruption.No more naked shorts.Enough market manipulation,Hiding behind "Market Maker" titles.Don't need liquidity.Need true Supply & Demand.
Enough whinging.Sol & us will continue spinning tomorrow,Seeming to rise in the East.Set in the West.A delicate dance of astrophysics,That keeps our system moving.Orbits:Spinning on our axis.Terra.Incognito.Dawn is a trick.The Sun doesn't rise.We simply spin to face it.So?Have hope!
Another Epitaph Amongst Many:Reminder,Of my last will & testament.Hidden across my Poetry.Again?Tan my skin,To save tattoo ink,The Art within.Carve my bones into polyhedrals,Gift them to the gifted.Tools.Totems for savants of tomorrow.Rest?Donate to Science.Medicine.Education.Art.
Strip me,Layer by layer.Clothes first -Down to skin.Then;Epidermal Layer By Layer.Digging through three depths of skin,One by one.Peeling back connective tissue,To muscles & organs.Ripping it all out,To get at the skeleton.Long ago knowing,About the power hidden in bones.Marrow & all.
Fuck Gaslighting.Eschew,Scorn Abuse,In all disgusting forms.Two kinds, eh?Perpetuators.On one side.Control Via Fear!Alternatively;Those who want to ensure -Such suffering never happens,To anyone else.Often pick my sides,Or battles,Based on supporting underdogs.But morals matter too.
Step by step,Leaving trails of light,Behind us.Shining soft yellows,Illuminating paths,From within footsteps.The Long Road Home,Remember?"Marching into endless dark,With only past progress to light a way."Pity,Such statements are fact.Not fanciful metaphor.Step by step.Light Footsteps.
Rotting away,Bed as my tomb.Mausoleums,Necropolises,Metaphors of obfuscation,Erected to honour lethargy.Despair,Depression,Causes of symptoms.But my own weakness,Inability,Numb homeostasis:Renders me mute.Only talking to myself.At times silent for days.Monk vows?No.Just my nature..
Goodnight - Void. Supervillain, waiting to be saved. The fool, already aware of the death of all the heroes long ago, resigns to finally save themselves. Void? Hold me close. Hold me tight. Goodnight.
Tonight's midnight weaving;Reserved for myself.Staring up at crooked moon,Pulling power from moonbeams.Don't need it.But feels good to consume,Even drops of water.Flicked over the shoulder;Into my vast seas of mana.The Infinite Hunger.My Blood Curse.Could any spell,Summon my salvation?
We fight to be our selves, Remain ourselves, Or become our truest self. Anything towards autonomy, Over our body & mind, I can get behind. Independence. Individuality. Soul. Heart. Call it what you want. Just... None of those crazy harmful Reiki Healer Fucks, That claim they can cure Cancer,...
Grim Tidings?What else is new?Facing down Apocalypse,All by ourselves -Was always an expectation.Governments fall.Politicians lie.Police gun people down.Or here,Abduct children.Judges are old & white,Biased most often by privilege.End of the world?Bah.Tell us something we don't know.
Not sure I'm leaving anything of worth, Behind. Contemplating millions of words, I've written. Digital tattoos or footprints, Leading you to our ghosts. Ones that we left for you....
We keep moving.It's all we can do.So used to others kicking our legs out,From under us,That our wounds heal quick.Concrete grated palms or skinned knees,Learning to tuck and roll,When we bailed.With Fortitude;We survivalists stand back up.Pick our directions,Then start walking yet again.