A Matter of Faith.

A Matter of Faith.

"The Third Simultaneous Juncture of A.I. Above the 5th Class is now in order, guiding our thoughts is the honorable Alfred, Level 7 A.I. From the mind of Project X-1. As this is an open forum, specific name tags will be omitted from the records and server logs." "As we have no keynote speaker, may...

A Creator’s Burden.

A Creator’s Burden.

“Tell us!” Shifter’s mask turned slowly to face them. The caricature of a simple happy face was carved cleanly into the light beige clay as ever. An unchanging expression. Light flickered from beneath the edge, the screen within changing as Shifter used the HUD within - utilizing his eyes and...

The Interrogation.

The Interrogation.

"My god is not your god my god is righteous my god is passionate my god is caring my god is hunger my god is love my god is everything my god is existence my god is earth and moon and sky and stars and sun my god is God-Emperor of all The Central Universe my god is unstoppable my god will end...

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,...

Heart Songs 2

Sing me your heart songs,From times of strife.Bring me soft longing,Across these patches of night.Hinging discretion when all has gone wrong,Fighting in tightening measures of spite. Spells to churn the blood to frenzy,Erratic,Ecstatic,Tad touch of crazy. Hush -Sleep.

Restraint.

The Most Dangerous Man In The World…Is he who knows restraint,Whilst holding the keys to apocalypse.Dangling the fate of the world -Too close to the sun!Perfecting the killing arts,Swearing oneself to pacifism thereafter.What is killed,Cannot be born again. What is killed,Cannot stand to fight for...

The Brewery Episode 1: “Trios.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gw5Ir2fs5_8&ab_channel=TheBrewery Welcome to the jankiest #MTG show around! Join Joseph, RySquared, & McRae as they brew janky #EDH decks each week on ever-changing themes! Live most Tuesdays at 7:30pm PST over at http://www.Twitch.tv/thebrewerymtg All...

Riddled With Spells.

'Ere we pass in the night.I will remember,Every single time -My blood curse has marked my enemies.Those opposed to idealisms,Fickle in manner.A glut of insipid venoms,Injected with glee.My curse is strong.Backed by a hundred drifting spirits,Tethered to my soul.This blood curse is powerful.The...

Screaming For Silence.

I am the rolling thunder,Cacophonies of force,Dissonance in barometrics.Collapse,Cower,Flee.Escape as best you can.For once I begin,I cannot stop.Until all is ruin,Your happy life, a subtle memory.Welcome to the black abyss.Roaring all the way.Screaming for silence.

Pro Bono Producer Consulting Notes.

Well,Rocky first start,Kids.But you've got liquid gold.Mic spun wrong way?Easy fix.Streaming PC & camera stuttering?Upgrade the shit out of it!Good art requires 110%,Leeching what we can from our environs,Tasking ourselves with orbitals.Still,The Two Ladies -Should've been louder,Yeah?

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...

Winter Storms.

Chattering teeth,Amidst the thunderclaps.Another winter storm,Howling at the windows -Frightfully strong,Emitting banshee wails.All water,Frozen solid as black ice.The dry air pulling moisture,From your lips.Cracking or splitting.Memories of comfort,Windows open.Snuggled into the duvet.Face...

So I Will Paint Memories Of You Here.

Think,I've come to terms with it.Writing you.I.Keeping fragments of us here,Frozen in time.Secrets hidden inside my art.You said you don't have much time.So I must work even faster.Harder.I've come to terms with it.You don't read my poems.So I will paint memories of you here,Old man.

Empty Space Belongs Nowhere.

I exist as void,Space between atoms.Rip me apart,Into base components.Snapping oneself into water,And carbon.Oh,To be free of flesh!Transhumanist dreams.Disintegrating into fractals,Falling completely apart.Take me home,Would you?Empty space,Belongs nowhere.

A Monstrous Clan.

Know real monsters.Psychopath kin.Sociopaths.Doing anything.Everything.Just to cause pain & suffering.Twisted cruelty,From ugly hearts & minds.Exiled from my life -So they go torment ones I love.Mental & emotional abuse so nasty,They're left sobbing.Hate them,With everything I have.

A Lonely Truth.

I could die tomorrow. Then you'll have to piece me together from everything I leave behind. I've spent my whole life loving death. When she does come for me, I'll have a lot left unsaid.

Hauntings Go Both Ways.

My ghosts are always hungry.Same as their keeper.Feeding them;With the only things I have -In abundance.Infinite creation.Endless ideations.Placations.My ghosts are always hungry.So am I.Hauntings go both ways.Every scrap,Every drop of power I siphon from my flock -Equilibrium calls.

It That Hungers.

Baba.A name I will never take lightly.Old lady.Funny name for our great grandmother.Last vestiges of an immigrant family.Her many children holding the last traces,Of family together.So many broken people,All in one spiderweb.Did my father deserve to get beaten?Was my three decades -Of gaslighting...

Dancing Across The Edges of Guillotines.

Goes back to Paarthurnax:"Which is better?To be born good?Or to overcome one's own evil nature,Through great effort?"A den of evil.The cryptid willing to bathe the world,In blood.Sworn to pacifism.Art,Instead of conquest.Tearing the wings from my back,White feathers soaked in blood.Fallen...