Best part!As skeletons;We grin forever!Propped up in comedies -Or held close for dark power,Exuding from my hollow marrow.Tendons salvaged for weavings -Like the deer tendon 'pon dreamcatcher,I wove,In some nation-led art class.Art Teacher Blues.Jester:Most important there is!No doubt.
The Infinite Hunger.Forever.As If I Don't Know Eternity.Preparing More For My Post-Death-Existence,Than this one.Can I have a do-over?Nah?What 'you mean that third 'my eyebrow -Won't grow back?The deep white scars,Slashed across my tattoo -White intersections on black.My Skeletal Grins.Keep Me...
As if a Witch claiming to become a ghost,Could be believed!Secular means a love of Science -To me.Truth via Empirical Methods.Quantification of the Universe!Learning, Teaching,In equal measure.An infinite reciprocity of knowledge,& wisdom.My ghost?Right here:In these very words.Forever.
Skull on display,Hundred years from now.Bones as objects to haunt.Heirlooms to linger within!Carved into dice -Or cleaned,Then hung upon the wall.Tan my flesh.Preserve my brain.Allow me to help others evolve;Long past my mortal lifespan!Reflection.Art.Growth.Learning.Awareness.All.
Eating Kings & Queens,With Knives & Forks.Canines,Incisors bared.Barred,Borne bearing burdens.I'll stand.Rise,Then Fall.As I devour my tail,Endlessly,Forever.I want to tell you you are beautiful.To her,I want to tell you that I will guard thy child,With my life.Until the day I die.
No Kings.No Gods.Only Me.Human Like The Rest.So Human.Like The Rest.Let Us See.See What Happens.When Ants Move Mountains.Or Humans Turn Worlds.to me a dime a dozenNew Century.New Millennium.Watched That Pass,Too.Webs Of Intent.Old Baba's Got Tricks.Though I'm Loathe To Use Them.
Soldier Of Fortune;On the side of Justice.Belly full of hatred,For liars & cheats.Con men & elites.Establishment cronies weaving narratives,That suit them.Lost faith in colonialist governments,Decades ago.Proving themselves wretched,Broken,Hungry for control over our loves,& lives.
Layaway frays,Vows to fight another day.Stay away -Say we may/might play,Games we hate.States we berate.Corruption worse than ever.Fae dais;Ritual pray,Bray at ways.Grey eyes watching you from afar.Par for course,Star for effort.Will you help me fight evil,Still?Villain on villain?
Policing people's taste -As if critics are worth a handful of salt!Shitting on other people,Or their passions!Ugly ego,Disgusting hearts.Damaged people,Broken parts.I'd rather spend time engaging with those -Who make efforts to heal their hurts,Rather than tear others down,To feel mighty.
Zeitgeist Is A Living,Malleable,Ever-Changing Thing.Stings of reality,Doses up to lethal.All life -One Guarantee:Finite time & space.My Beloved Death's Head Kisses.Dragging tongues across teeth -Picking dust from between.Trust Franky.Kindness must win.At all costs.This Zeitgeist?Ours.
Tonight convinced me.Humanity still has small shreds,Worth fighting for.Misanthropic Me Be Damned,See?Every time I lose hope.Some sliver of possibility remains.So I promise.I'll stand for them:Those golden hearts,Amongst the chaff.This Titan Strength;Can Perhaps,Ancient,Be Put To Use.
Goodnight, Void.
Divine me,If you can.Defying priests & lesser witches,Equally.Stumping fortune tellers,Palm readers,Psychics,Alike.Only will pull from decks with devils -Lifetime 2/2.Is this husk,Mere glamour?An infinitesimal projection,Truer host in orbits.Itself,Mere projection from Boote's Void.Cryptid...
“’Tis now the very witching time of night,When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes outContagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood,And do such bitter business as the dayWould quake to look on.” 'Ere,I Am A-Witching.A-Witchin’ In Ancient Vernaculars.Hell itself,Queer & foul,Base...
I'll stand for the weak,When my legs're trembling.Rise from blow after blow -Knowing wretched value,In persistence.Not knowing when to stay dead.Resilience & grit beyond grit.Scars & stripes.Echoes of screams.Maddened lapses into madness.Lapsed maddenings into solace.Enlightenment,There.
Somewhere out there,Are kids lighting fireworks.Having roman candle fights in the streets,Bouncing flares at each other,Off asphalt.Like I used to do as degen teen.Bottlerockets much less accurate -Slightly more bang.Mighty mites,Rattlers,Tampered bombs we made ourselves,Like damn fools.
Another poem,Half completed,Lost to upswipe.Fragments gone,Never to be seen,Seem,Again.Pieces peeled,Crack free from my bones.Cast down to earth,Serpent scales burning up,Upon reentry.Fizzling out in rainbow fireworks,Across aurora skies.Deorbiting Orbital Failures,Of shed skins.
I'm Oblivion.Perhaps always have been.Creation marred -With eternities of self-destruction.Just another snake.Eating its own tail.We here together,At the edge of annihilation.Take my hand.Lay back.Dangle our legs over the side,Of pitch black nothingness.Together, At least. At least.Naught for...
I'm Oblivion.Perhaps always have been.Creation marred -With eternities of self-destruction.Just another snake.Eating its own tail.We here together,At the edge of annihilation.Take my hand.Lay back.Dangle our legs over the side,Of pitch black nothingness.Together,At least.Alive.
Killing Instincts.Us or them.Winner eats loser.(Not you, anymore.)[Merely a dark reflection.]{Of the beasts you used to be.}Hungry.Always hungry.Infinite Hunger.Job to cash.Cash to food.Junk.Booze.Games.(Other distractions,From infinite potentials.)