Worse.

Worse.

Deny me my Humanity,No longer.I've performed legal rituals:Appropriating law as I need it -To discard my birth names.Dead names that haunt me still,As if afraid they might surface.Tradition,Myth,Or Legend,Is usually about Fae like me -Stealing your intangibles,Names,Memories,Worse.

Decades More.

Decades More.

People exert all sorts of pressure on me,Void.Hanging suspended,Flailing in space.Must consider all applications,As they stand.Rather…floatIn such situations,Ensuring approximate acceleration,Velocity,& vectors.Considered you thousands of times -Dearest Void.Allow me decades more.

Sleeping To Sounds Of Thunderstorms.

Sleeping To Sounds Of Thunderstorms.

Sleeping To Sounds Of Thunderstorms.Memories of Wind Valley Howlers -Winter Storms so sharp & biting,All was black ice -Wind howling -Banshees at our windows.Love thunder.Adored the frequent sound;Rain Curtains,At night.Marking my life like omens,Green skies,To literal sheets of water.

Coven Rules.

Coven Rules.

Coven Rules,Are Consensus.Circle Protocol Discussions -For long as it takes community,To compromise.Matriarch,Matron,No want of frivolous inefficiency,Or hierarchy.Role for all little witches,All places & types;Just an Old Lady -Gentle Support.Like my Baba,Great Grandmother was,Mine.

Red Light Monologues, Of Sordid Youth – \\ Penance.

Red Light Monologues, Of Sordid Youth – \\ Penance.

There can be no rest,For us wicked.When else would we plot?Soliloquy Poetry,In pitch black darkness.Red Light Monologues,Of Sordid Youth -As many possess.Reformed;As best I could from Evil,Fight for Humanist Utopia now.Impossible dreams.Penance.Let me use my dark pasts,As simple jests.

Genetic Lottery.

Genetic Lottery.

Been three for three -Spotting,Other undiagnosed neurodivergence.Love mapping similarities,Across pattern recognitions -Admiring those:(With as many comorbidities as myself.)Different -Genetic Lottery.Born deformed,Missing half-eartip…But savant shit been nice,Against the disabilities.

Desperation Days.

Desperation Days.

Desperation Days.Death hounding us as she always does.An incorrigible lover,Demanding 100% of our time,Forevermore.Cash'd help -But we remain starving artists,Bound to our morals, values, & principles,Eschewing Capitalism.Rotting teeth.Decaying bodies.Sans the pennies to fix it all..][

The Hex Is A Facade. \\ Hex Inversions Of Pattern Recognition:

The Hex Is A Facade. \\ Hex Inversions Of Pattern Recognition:

Hex Inversions Of Pattern Recognition:Little Witches,Shall we play at games of wits?I love the clever!Trying our best,See people,Not playthings,Like horrid evil kin.Data & Observation,Pattern Recognition Symphonies,Future Sight,Without A Single Drop Of Mana,Or Magic.The Hex Is A Facade.

Curse Of Great Suffering.

Curse Of Great Suffering.

Tonight's Midnight Black Weaving -Comes as risk,Much as reward.Read further?My mnemonic will spread,Dancing in the glossy gleam of thy eyes.Yet such Curses,Can also play at blessings.Curse Of Great Suffering,Sealed here in scrawled language:"Through Suffering,Comes Our Greatest Strength."

Of Stars & Black Holes.

Of Stars & Black Holes.

Dye it black,As Stones demanded.Major Depression;Hanging Upon Our Shoulders,Like Atlas Or Sisyphus.Some know my true facsimile -In Talos.Unlike others,Always been at peace with oblivion itself.Ready for annihilation,Every second of every day.Carrying mass;Of stars & black holes.

Darwin Awards.

Darwin Awards.

Supervillain Plans To Save The World.Dry retching at this sudden cost,Of defeating almost every hero.Suddenly it's responsibility!"Noblesse Oblige."What horrid fate for the Evil!Who wanted to conquer my universe -Yet forced to squat on one floating rock.Helping others dodge Darwin Awards…

Larger Truer Selves.

Larger Truer Selves.

Bear?Femboy?Keep your silly titles.My painted black nails,& shaved body,Aren't sex objects to gawk at.My Non Binary Identity -Is the realm of cryptids from beyond time.Infinite Void.Thousand terrifying things;Skittering in the dark.My identity is not your fantasy.Nor should it be.

Goodnight Void #348

Goodnight Void #348

Goodnight Void.Tonight,In these minutes past midnight -Take me slowly.Quell failed attempts,At triggering lucid dreaming,With blessed black dreamlessness.Blink & Then Morning.Or give me a beautiful femme -Aesthetic Beauty,To kiss,To hold,Aware it's my own subconscious;Me, Myself, & I.

Until Worms Take The Rest.

Until Worms Take The Rest.

My hands are at times,As much dead skin,As living.Calluses & the white double growths,Of necrosis.It all makes sense,You see:We're ourselves ecosystems -Multicelled existences,Biotic cultures of tract, sinus, or jaw.Split.Divide.Mitosis.Meiosis.Back & forth,Until worms take the rest.

Monster Playing Dress Up.

Monster Playing Dress Up.

Evil Base Instincts.Same ones that got us,Brought us,Here.Malignant Covert Narcissists.Abusive Gaslighting Parents.Neglected Children.Neglected Youth.How couldn't we turn out wrong?What,Baba?You thought being the first to get degrees,Of bloodlines,Would matter?Monster Playing Dress Up.

Punk Mosh Faux Pas.

Punk Mosh Faux Pas.

Justice,I've learned over the decades,Is a word often repeated,But mostly in hollow tones.One sided interpretations,Subject to follies of a system.Or:Bias of those who interpret such disciplines.Underdog Riots.Anarchist Block Parties.Punk Mosh Faux Pas.Fuck thy "Justice."I've my own.

When The Monk Need Have Control.

When The Monk Need Have Control.

Today -Need take it slow.Bake Bread With Rosemary,Salt,Walk for hours in the sun.Acid reflux,Reminding me of my frail Humanity.Fatigue & twelve hour sleeps,Another lesson.Remaining Weak,Swollen,When The Monk Need Have Control.Self Care.My Own Brands Of Meditation,Opposite Of Normal.

Goodnight, Void #213

Goodnight, Void #213

Goodnight,Void.In changing genders;True androgyny.After singularity frees me from biology.Manufactured selves,Swapping around at will.Puppet two at once!Dissociative pasts,Where we piloted our own puppets of meat -Through trauma & abuse.Void?Promise me.If I can defeat mortality…Can -

Protege.

Protege.

Thing repeated to old pupils,As Mantra:"It's Never Too Late."Lax due dates,Preferring best work -Even day report card marks were due.Offer opportunity.Redemption.Experiences For Growth.Gifting nothing but good faith,& benefit of doubt.Traits shared.My old man;Their origin.Protege,Eh?

The Pickup Truck Diaries: The Most Prolific Human Poet In History.

Seems grandiose, eh? This is one of the more modest, amongst the actual titles I was able to workshop, believe me! And I’d hope by now you’ve read at least one or two of these here Pickup Truck Diaries, so you are well aware already that I love being grandiose and mock-megalomaniacal for the sake...

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,...

Smoke.

Smoke so thick,Can barely see a hundred meters.Choking woodfire smell,From a dozen childhoods.Later,Wind picks up.Lightning on bone dry badlands.Ash rains from the sky,Coating my pickup,My flesh.Soon,A late night drive to get chapstick,Ash falling like snow.Howling wind sends ash,Into...

Tungsten Slug.

Railgun Rounds:Firing via rotating cylinders,Electromagnetic conductive rails,Cooling out of sequence.Breaking sound barriers,Least.Tungsten Slug.Velocity-driven into sternum -It's all ribbons from there,Concussive percussion kicking in eventually.Fine Red Mist.Quite fine.Cycle.Again.

“Varlet, thou liest! Thou liest, wicked varlet!”

Anybody who knows me,Knows I detest Liars.They prickle my skin like stinging nettle,Remembering cold knives -Pressed against skin by circles of Babas.I speak Truth.I demand Truth.Known for demanding very little -"Impossible Dreams."If only I had KNOWN.That life they admonished.All lies.

Black Magic.

I'll weave you a spell -Towards dreamless sleep.Where the hunger cannot go.Where the human part of you,Becomes lesser.Your inner cryptid howls.Under the pale witch moon,Drink moonlight.Curling fingers.Black magic.Let go.Exerting force,Willpower,Upon the world.

Made Hard by Hard Life.

When I tremble,Hold me.No matter how much weight I put on,No matter how many disciplines I trained.All the ways to kill a man,The way to crushing a spirit.Fragile,Made hard by hard life.Yet you might watch me collapse,Falling apart.Show me what it is like,To be loved.

Master Of Self Destruction.

There're few more talented than I,At utter destruction.Having obliterated myself,A dozen times or more.Eradicating us,One oblivion at a time.Annihilation calling,Decimation to a hundred places.Dividing by zero.Atomic heartbreak.Cross your stars,I'm unluck itself -The inversion of fate.

Fuck Your Limits.

One day,We shall work when we want to.Not because we must.Rationed rationality.Logic in fits and starts.Aye,Anarchy has taught me -That utopia is a potential,Not a mythology.I've read too many words,Written by old dead men.I will write new potentialities,Instead.

Misanthropy \\ Humanism.

Almost like I keep a mental tally;For later use.An old fashioned chalkboard,With yellow chalk.Drawn into a simple "T."On one side,Misanthropy.A new mark for every cruelty,I witness,Or experience.Humanism,On the other side.For kindnesses.Ultimately:They get to choose their own fate.

Another Fucking Manifesto From A Wretched Poet.

My legacies are all sullied.Black spots marking failures,Crimes against humanity.Standing beneath the labels -Mostly thrust upon me.I bear them.Playing the devil,Not merely his advocate.Baphomet lurking in jealousy,Huddled at the edges of my vision.Play the villain.It's what I'm good...

Lethality, Poor Substitute For Wisdom.

Lethality,Poor substitute for wisdom.Trust me. Remember;That we are but meat & bone.Mortal like the rest. Drinking infinity,Old rote by now.A methodology for keeping ourselves alive. Thomas,This darkness is my darkness.I go freely. Following the monks,In lieu of the beat...

LANGUISH.

LANGUISH.Settled with rot,Consumed by cycles of Ecology.Roman Stoics,Demanded logic -Each loss as learning opportunity.Know well,Of expensive mistakes.Know worse,Simply being myself.Black mould creep.Pink drain fungus.Bacterial proliferations.One day -Adorn myself with bleach-ed bone.

Inspirations.

We'll exist together, here & now. A single moment of emotion, or thought. Drifting in the solar winds. You; Who inspire me to believe that love can exist, Even in these turbulent times. One bastion of an empire, I wish to build. One born of philanthropy, creativity, hope. Another, A brilliant...

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!

Ableism, Front & Center.

Cackling in hindsight;At the level of wrongs,I've encountered.A room full of adults.Mostly grey hairs.Three should have recused themselves,Due to bias & conflict of interest.One - representing an entire school district!Hate crimed me in front of everyone.Lawyer included.Should've fought.

When I End Your World, I Will Be Gentle.

When I end your world,I will be gentle.For we have lived such a tragedy before,Came out with all our scars. I'll come in rapture,Born of the void.Black hole son.Jormundgandr,Harbinger of Ragnarok. Let suffering cease,Anxiously chewing on my tail.Let it go.Be soft.Be weak. Us Jotnar dream only in...