Nightmares In Staccato.

Nightmares In Staccato.

Dreaming people who hurt me.No matter how much control -Or lucidity -I master.Nightmares in staccato,Changing out of nowhere.Twisted churning of my mind.I never hurt them.No matter how hot my anger.Even when my rage is truly raging.Shackling myself even then,From gifting them oblivion.

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Kind Of My Thing.

Kind Of My Thing.

Fight?I'll always fight.Told you many times:I'll always go down swinging.Be it street scrap,Or climate apocalypse.Fighting Entropy is kind of my thing,When I realized the impossibility of immortality.We don't get a chance to learn & grow;Forever.So best we can do,Is ensure it for them.

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“The day is yours.”

“The day is yours.”

Aye,Dead Man.Sun Ablaze In Glory.No Summer Day Finer.Asexuals Like Me Laughing At Comparing Women,To Weather.Masses convinced it was romance -I see the misogyny of another metaphor.Was that the intent?Of the infinite metaphors -You choose sunshine?Changing contexts?Stay dead;Bard.

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Dew Point Destinies.

Dew Point Destinies.

Dew Point Destinies.Planet so hot with greenhouse gas,Venus is havin' a look.After that point,When Humidity hits a hundred?You're fucked.Death Spell for Endotherms.Modified Mammary Glands?Exuding sweat,Doesn't work anymore.Air -So heavy with water,Means water can't evaporate.Ugly Death.

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Mass Dictates Gravity.

Mass Dictates Gravity.

Never speak to me;As if in ignorance.Blind to decades of fortitude.Every step I take?Puts Atlas to shame.Makes Sisyphus look feeble.Not just the weights,Of boulders or planets.Multiple Black Holes.Pressure.infinite amounts of a thing,Within a finite space.Mass Dictates Gravity.Tragedy:

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Just To Be.

Just To Be.

Hawk -Like Icarus.Flying too high.Too close to the sun.Feathers aflame.Hollow bones be damned!You have talons!Sharper beak than most.Own worst enemy.Pride.Ego.An endless need to prove yourself.Your worth,To others.You never had to -In the first place.Didn't need to brag.Just to be.

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Kamikaze.

Kamikaze.

Kamikaze mentality.Deadly in intention.Fighting nothing but losing wars.Know the lure of oblivion -It's strong.Martyr complexes ablaze.Losing touch.Losing time.Losing everything.Dragging you beneath the current.Some rivers are too dangerous to swim.You should already know that.

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A Final Word.

A Final Word.

Wherever you go,Wherever you are,Find solace in self,Seek peace as you are,Peel back the layers,Of emotion and depth,Keep even kilter,Keep slow steady breaths,Pull back the seams,Seek self, inside,Hunger for knowledge,No thoughts left to hide,You are wholly imperfect,Broken as hell,So seek...

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Lazy.

Lazy.

Today is but a single day.There will be others.Beautiful glorious days consumed by passion, joy, and light.Days will then surge into years.But today?I am stuffed with delicious omelette.So nothing much will happen.

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Condition.

Condition.

What has no conditions but one condition? What brings hope in the darkest hour, when nothing seems to go right, and nothing is worth doing, and nothing is worth living for? What makes everything better when you’re missing your limbs, there’s a cataract in your eye, and you don’t know how to speak,...

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Go, Go, Go.

Go, Go, Go.

Go, go, go.Stay, stay, stay.Freedom is but fleeting,I want to go away,Waiting for a signal,Waiting for a sign,To find some sense of freedom,To get back what is mine.

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Dreamland.

Dreamland.

A dozen roses, with daggers posed as stems,A half-hundred thousand eyeballs, sleeping REM,A silver-tongued promise, a tale as old as time,Tear your soul a new one, a reflection in a dime, Hunger like a graveyard, silence like a sin,Ghosting ever-after, don’t do things on whim,Coupled once with...

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Cackle For A Madman.

Cackle For A Madman.

Cackle for a madman,Perchance a rainbow at the wake,Who bet all in on a pair of Kings,And both kings died. Dredge up the links of iron,Chains are the only cure,For the tyrant cometh after.Rising from the ashes. When madness brinks the shackles,Drink up all the quicksilver,For gold is the cure,And...

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Whirlpool.

Whirlpool.

I am whirlpools of emotion,Weathering the riptides on stoic shores,The lines of my face creasing ever so slightly,With the rocking of the waves.I am hailstones on rocky shores,For no small tragedy,Can ever force the rain,Torrents of teardrops held in check,By force of will - the eye of the storm...

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Monarch, Sea & Sky.

Monarch, Sea & Sky.

It shifts uproariously, cacophony bringing down the stars to fragment from light and smoke, to being and color. Some more than others decide that these starfish are things to be coveted, drawn from the waters in silent approval of shape and hue. Moods change constantly, and slowly they dry, the...

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The Stolen Scythe.

The Stolen Scythe.

Because I would not stop for death,He kindly stopped for me.I stole his scythe,Cut him down,And made him bend the knee.His bones did ache and tremble,As the scythe slowly rusted red,But I refused to die,That scythe held high,Forced him to follow a revenant, instead.

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A Poem To Remember Me By.

A Poem To Remember Me By.

It was the day it all turned me away with the silence,That I said:“Hey,Something isn’t right today,Did you tell me you were going away?”It all slipped, like the soap on the shower floor. I can’t take the thought,Of being forgot,By people I once held dear,A fear held by the masses,But it’s still...

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Alliteration, Baby.

Alliteration, Baby.

New Baby in a rubber baby buggy bumper, mother making mopey messes of interpersonal irrational interrelations of family friendships and other fine frauds. Nearby, nurses nurture the non-conforming patients in principle practices, understanding unilaterally that undertakers make big profits - off...

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The Pickup Truck Diaries: “The Second Most Prolific Poet In History” & Goal Setting.

Let’s start this edition of The Pickup Truck Diaries with a rhetorical question: “How does one go about achieving the goals they’ve set for themselves?” I’ll give you a few minutes to pause and think about that. Most folks have already started churning their brains into realistic “brass tacks”...

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,...

McRae’s MTG Corner: The Rainbow Bible. (AKA The Rukarumel “Gay Pirates!” Tribal Tribal CEDH Primer.)

WARNING: This piece clocks in at 62,000+ words. It currently holds the record for longest "CEDH Primer" ever written. (Although it's more like a textbook or resource guide to Tribal Archetypes, and Rainbow/5c Magic, really.) It is over half the size of my sci fi books. Please remember to drink...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Tempo For Dummies (Especially For Commander.)

Aight, we back yet again. Somehow in my long years of being an L1 Judge and Modern and EDH player, I had never realized that learning tempo in Magic The Gathering is a rather visceral experience, in that you learn experientially. For the layman, that means that you have to learn that deep sense of...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Siloing CEDH & EDH

Ew, I got CEDH in my EDH… Today we’re here to talk about power levels in the casual commander format, as well as how to encourage better CEDH & EDH play by more carefully separating the two formats despite their strange interwoven nature. As a “retired” L1 Judge for Magic: The Gathering, I’m...

meditation doesn’t work

Meditation doesn't work.There's greater wisdom,In knowing the futility -Of fighting waterfalls.Trying to hold back tsunamis.Good training,But otherwise useless.Life examined,Dissected,Peeled back to atoms.An ultimate truth,Comes in seeking.Journeys,Not destinations.

Splitting Cilium.

Always fail to explain Pattern Recognition,Like a writhing mass of tentacles -Coiling against each other in the dark.Reaching out like splitting Cilium,Spread across skies above.Snagging up numbers,Wrenching out broken old eidetics.Like bloodhound loosed from cage.Then you see everything.

Masters of Fiction; In Distortions of Truth.

There was no Paradise Lost.In that Milton & his ilk -Are my bedfellows.Masters of fiction;In distortions of truth.Written in times when meaning had to be misconstrued,For the public eye.Old power struggles of religion;All of its' harms.That paradise never existed,To begin with.I know now.

The Old Arts.

Love Them.Even If I Never Say It Directly.The Old Arts.Irony.Hyperbole.Quadruple Entendres,At minimum.Hypocrisy -To Play Jester;Directly At Power.Only last bastion of truth,Hidden in laughter.Gunbarrels.Foreheads.First hearty.Then forced.Stale.Finally monotone,Deranged,Repetitive.

You Were Supposed To Be Better Than This.

Fight your demons,Knave.You're better than this.Succumbing to the infinite want.A hunger beyond comprehension.You were supposed to be better than this,Someone capable of holding it back.Fighting against exponentials.The stoic has fallen.Your inner monk,Lies in ruins.

This Void, Scars Us Forever.

Welcome to apocalypse.I have been ready for it,For over a thousand years.My words have meaning to me.They are pieces of my soul,Etchings upon reality itself.Fuck you.Fuck your interpretations.I do not speak prophecy.I am no messiah.Merely someone with longsight,Cursed with pattern recognition,Good...

My Second Muse.

Might be hope for us yet.These incantations,Witchcraft,Woven with my knowledge -Of The Brutal Calculus.That series of food chains,Weather patterns,The untold beauty of science.My second muse,After Entropy itself.I'll do my best,To drag humanity by the heels,Onwards into the future.

Fragile.

Fragility.A crystal lattice of sparkling glass spider webs.An endless display of sunshine at mirrors.Brittle skeletons dancing in graveyards in moonlight, and the headstones crying out for silence.Little girls crying with scraped knees, a side effect of no training wheels.Medusa sleeps next to her...

THIS IS HOW YOU DIE.

THIS.This is how the world ends.Not with your cowardly whispers.WITH A BANG.Fangs closing upon the crust,Piercing wells down to molten rock.Mantle frothing,Magma blending with blackest venom.Your toxicity is noted.Your pollution is evidence.Your crimes recorded.Extinction would be a gift,To humans...

Fuck that.

Do they want free poetry or prose?Or do they just see another mark?Someone to buy or sell,As per endless shills.Capitalism tires me -Never trust interest in my work,As it frequently turns to marketing.Buy my art!Invest in this totally not-a-scam crypto!Subscribe!Comment!Like!Fuck that.

Goodnight, Void #7223

Goodnight, Void.Forget was ever here.Entropy: Only one I care about,Only opinion I value.Death is a piss-poor muse,Regardless of her as a lover.Romance is dead.But demand only absolutes -Romance so powerful,Even Titans Can Be Swayed.Show Me The Shape Of Your Heart,Try Not To Crush It.

Plus most talented actors I’d find to keep up.

Should ever DM again -Need some challenge.Plus most talented actors I'd find to keep up.Perhaps my method acting;Becomes sultry defiance.Stern Soft-Sadism,To evoke most extremes,Of all emotions.Give zero quarter.Simply simulating:Yet another new universe.Bah.As if they're hard to build.

The Void As My Witness

This is the act of death in slow motion,Peeling ribbons of flesh from metaphors,Until naught is left but currents of stale seawater. We shall die as all great poets die,Lying alone in darkened rooms,Preaching the gospel of enlightenment. The void as my witness,Fleeting thoughts and...

Longing For Singularity.

"Don't make a girl a promise,If you know you can't keep it."Old wisdom,From decades ago.Us children of the digital age,Who longed for singularity.New selves,Vestiges of identity.I wanted to stop being,Long before I ever started.Who knew,Such possibility existed?

Science Is Witchcraft.

Science is witchcraft,Knowing beyond senses.Clawing knowledge from all meaning.Feast like us World Serpents,Consume it all.Bear fangs at the void,Become neutron stars.Rage against a dying of the light,Sayeth Thomas.Howl,Called Ginsberg.Witchcraft it might be.Guilty!