Hamlet.Always my favourite.Stolen story or not.Exact same existential crises,As I lived.Every day.For a very long time.Pondering:Whether death was better than life,As if inevitable assurances didn't matter.Failed Twice.Kill the world that scorned me?Or save the few that deserve it?Hamlet method...
Save my records,Titles,& other paraphernalia of my tortured histories,For when I need a gut punch,Or perhaps a sledgehammer blow.Smiling Buddha Face;Shifting to stern stoic in an instant.Enjoy being an open secret,Of sorts.Low Profile;Yet,Absolutely thrilled when people underestimate me.
Dawn to Dusk.Existing between principles,& reality.I cannot just touch a person's temples -To download my immense archive,Of eidetic memories, wisdoms, & knowledge.Must sloppily navigate their bias,& ignorance.With spoken word,As my medium & art form.It’s already mostly dead.So, I...
Most artists care about things like;"Brand Cleanliness."I most definitely do not.Never fit in,In first place!Broken Social Contracts,Plus trauma & othering!Why should I give two fucks,About the same societies -Who called me retard, gay, or faggot as slurs?Fuck them.I speak truth.I'm me.
Sex Positivity;In an age of brutal regression.Conservative Traditionalist Bigots -Brainwashed by Organized Religions,To be as backwards & anti progressive,As possible.Paradox of Tolerance is on fire.Queer folks,Disabled folks,Everyday people.Told what to do or say & who to fuck.Bullshit!
Fiend,Then.Vaudeville in origins,Exile by blood.Equal to twenty percent of a species.An echelon deserving of banishment.Been fighting through mud,Uphill.For a lifetime.Expecting more negativity -Based on experience.Kindness isn't saved,For neurodivergents such as we.
Everybody ready for the Thanksgiving Season?!? We get to gather around a table to enjoy a meal, say thanks, and listen to our boomer parents or extended family rant and ramble completely fabricated bullshit from a completely out of touch, ignorant, stubborn, arrogant, combative right wing...
Is death better?Sometimes the darkness calls to me,Luring me to my doom.Coward's way out.Failed old attempts.Pondering,What have I wrought?My worth -Determined by capitalism,As worthless.My vast works,Unread.A necropolis of literature.This world despises me.
Serenity,Held in the palm within thy mind's eye.Choosing to boil in chaos,Thrashing & tearing.Madness -Self within self within self,Hundred mirrored echoes.Nirvana in fleeting seconds.Dopamine drips.The lies we tell ourselves,To justify our ends.Enlightenment hoaxes.
Let me rake your amygdala,Clawing across sympathetic.Anxiety to twenty,Nerves ringing,Steel on steel.Chainsaw churn,Every horror,Perched,Edge of vision.Black spot,Coiling menace.Terror of terrors,Infecting from inside out,One scream at a time.Fight.Flight.Freeze.
Watch,As I eclipse.Shadowed against my thousand selves,That endless chorus.This pitch black dreaming,Not unlike death.Where ego goes to die,Tortured into nothingness.This black ichor,Thick as tar.Pouring from my gouged veins,Dripping from eye sockets.The spell's wound up -Held in contempt.Thousand...
I'll love you forever,Damn it.Such is my curse.Watching you move on,Gracious as I am -It's painful.Want to give in so badly,To change fate.To have you.My heart is fractured,But such is time -It endures,Relentless.Maybe we make mistakes.Such is life.Regrets & all.
Skid,They called me.Burnout fuck,From a hick logger family.Fuck Pygmalion,Language is freedom.Expression as living,Clawing space for art -With ragged grease-stained fingernails.Chainsaw in hand,Mask lowered in readiness.Machine gun lexicons,I'm never going to stop.
Slaying dragons,Is but a sign of humble beginnings.At cosmic scales,One must wield planets.Spinning fragments of civilizations as knives.Maybe there are other realities,Where I was never human.Only ever the creature.Would I still choose to play the villain,After all?
Fight me,Dearest.This ebbing,Or flowing.King tide conundrums.Beasts of the woods -Settle their bets in false charges,Borne fangs.Where is your fang,Little one?Long in the tooth,Or forgotten in the forest.I'll be there -Haunting evermore.A cloak to keep you safe.
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”...
The Infinite Hunger,Feeds the eternal demon.Roaring in the dark,Consumed with naught but anguish.There can never be enough,To fill this infinite void.Pulling at my edges,In monochromatic haze.How often must I become fractals,To escape you?The enemy is entropy itself.
Your hair is as nebulous and undecided on its colour, as the changing leaves in the fall - gorgeous waves of red and brown trying to pick a time to take that leap - to gift themselves to the earth, a living biomass for the forest floor. Much are you, a shifting wave of benevolence, hardly a frown...
A tisket but no tasket,An everflowing basket,Of life as rosy - dark,As a song in the park,In a hurricane!Or more?What could possibly be in store?An uncertainty of sorts,A chaotic half a quart,In a world that doesn't care!It's all - buyer beware!And yet something has to give,So we can barely...
"Ghosts and whispers, in my ear,Something borrowed, something dear,A patchwork heart, to you I give,You make it lovely to simply live,A pocket full of hopes and love,A lovestruck kiss from up above."