Written: 5/30/2026
Quiet alone
assumed it's a solution.
Like a sultan in heaven's army
with a dulled and carved sword:
I stand cremated with a floor
filled with tears like blue diamonds.
My soul is thrown into a herd of broncos
just as Christ cast legion into the swine.
Regina looks at me with forlorn eyes
as we sit at our sandy dinner table.
I look up with tired half-moons and say:
"I'm sorry you married
Jackson Pollock."
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
Feb/1/2026
A relationship cannot sustain itself without a higher power navigating it. The man's heel will always be struck by how difficult work is and the woman will always strike his head. Calling upon Jesus stops the little curses and causes there to be maybe a day or two of oneness between you and you're wife. The 'feeling' of living happily ever after is just that; a temporary feeling. That 'honeymoon period' is the only gateway outside of daily misery.
The origins are from the Disney Corporation. Used by the top rich secret societies they brainwash the world public. Create mild alters or otherwise known as MK Ultra to make people believe through their propaganda: "Beauty and the beast, snow white, cinderella. Ect" films that confuse by saying if i'm with the 'perfect woman' then I can live happily for the rest of my life.
Realistically that's impossible. We live in a fallen world where the devil is the prince of this realm. She is placed as an idol, like a god.
We are molded by Yahweh in the role we're supposed to be in and that is to worship Him. All the things a man is and his own goals to accomplish in life. A man is multifaceted like a 1,000 squared rubix cube. They say "All a man needs is a damsel in need?" That's like saying all you need is the air you breathe.
The definition of real love is how we reflect Christ. Love Unconditional, time and with sacrifice. No matter what I'll have my love for my wife undying, the willingness through Christ to be married for my life to her and be willing to give up my life as a sacrifice in whatever way that means. Not because entertainment hands you a lie. You can't live happily ever after but you can live in repentance and gratefulness.
Don't worship a woman you'll end up wanting to **** yourself.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:00 AM UTC
Written: 4.27.2026
Not mad just late baby, couldn’t bring back the logos in my broad denim jacket.
Inside the drinks and popcorn, the carney threw them out.
Separation of church and state, debo the eerie clown might be in the backhalls.
Mirror after mirror after mirror. What a mess of holograms pops!
Sharp clear windows and corners. I lifted the metal door to find nothing inside
But scraps of aluminum foil. A breastplate, names on a keychain with NA scribbles.
Destiny in the hands of a kabal infested rock golem.
Carpentry in the pheromones, you wild son of a ***** you’re gonna like
The way you look, I guarantee it. The sharp edge of the southwest.
Boondoggle around the necks of the boy scouts, raised fists, 10,000 match sticks
In the air. Knee **** reaction by the doctor just trying to get his money.
You wanna keep complaining and ******** about working at amazon? Or are you
Gonna act like those big heroes: put on Seth Rollin’s theme song and burn it down.
I’ll respect all women once I witness a diva hit a proper arm drag.
The wax museum in a rich woman’s tree, well wineskins, finish starters, didn’t you know that?
No names to be placed on the same head. Fierce, electric, discombobulated, ain’t we so lucky.
Threatened and fulfilled termination at sky harbor freight airport, slid his body into the boiling vat.
Snakes eating trails of mountainous coal miners. I caught vertigo and dizzy spells.
I got a monster of a headache, little brown people with black hairy faces
Keep running in and out of the transparent halls, order within a nightmare? Sure, It can happen.
I saw this one outside the circus, and the teenager said “10.99$ for my drawn zine.”
When I ran out my girlfriend stayed, she was overdosing on thorazine.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the doctor made and built this track without an exit.
Injected, dry mouth senses, love, hate, fear, common ground. Force and weight
From the metal beneath, madness, ghostly right arm holding a solid black gun.
Loathsome you’re thinking, to live and let disgust. She walked out of the twin black and red
Pillar entrance with her mouth drooling, dazed, the whirling and twirling, hitting a turkey
All 30 pins on both of us. Deemed to the public as serious sins,
On a 3 dimensional level everything is lessons, symbols and experiences.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
Written: 1/18/2026
So, this is it then?
The stone I uncovered from seroquel ivy
with questioning and fearful fingers -
grabs the rock that spells: "Success"
that was birthed from the base of
the methuselah tree.
A stone statue and a glass version
of me standing together -
All in all, surrounded by white and blue
circles of embers.
Enthralled as a smaller planet -
eclipsing the moon that spilled a
shadow onto the earth.
How a hang glider draws near -
Hundreds then a few, as I
imagine the particles of
what seems like a normal life.
I ripped these pagan pages out on Sunday
and fed them to my new fireplace.
With green fires -
Smoke like angry hands meant to
defend like the acid from a pineapple -
Attacking by way of its back against the wall.
So, these are my admiral streets?
A well that leads to a cistern
of blinding shining blessings? -
Saying to myself that my prayer life
has brought me out of the echo chamber
of black wonders.
What choice do I have, Lord?
Words from the man who lives as
though a gun is always pointed at him.
But now I'm a man with
invisible ghostly winds I always
try to hide in.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC
Written: 3/29/2026
Lighting candles in a circle does nothing for inner healing.
It's a nasty placebo for females; believing in a feeling
but that's only a feeling.
These demons use the idea of chakras to
continue their hypnotizing of their prey
with white and black spells.
2 weeks ago my coworker & I prayed over our boss
releasing the kundalini demon.
Shimmering he said in black and vibrant gold with
daring human eyes.
The teachings of the chakras are portals; nu-age practitioners
are the invoking worshippers and the snake shiva
strikes hard with a wicked fist.
Neither the eye or the spine are ever aligned.
The white face and purple pedals release a fake cure
making the believer believe it's surging in the
throat.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
Hymn written: 4/4/2026
Getting your cup full of Jesus requires
making your selfish desires obsolete and
pinned into inlaid fleshly scars.
You've done things to cut off someone's
dripping springs;
though you forget eternity is still in your sight.
At the end of the wine bottle your trying to blot
out what the Lord has foreseen and forgotten.
With a heart-felt sense of one's regrets;
dormant sins laid in the back of my mind,
that the Lord has already forgiven me
for years back; I apologize to myself.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 11:03 PM UTC
Written: 3/8/2026
I've worn out many shoes and boots,
Dodged men and women with despicable tastes.
At 37 Jesus still grants me breaths,
Yet the creativity stays flowing from this stream.
I've blazed one in an old fireplace,
And wrote with a blue pen like a needle in the air.
I lose sight and interest even with free time,
Earnest, how in the world did you do this?
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
Written: Nov/24/2025
Sandy pit pockets.
A hand slid down into
a western buyer's mine.
I pray for the hate to go away.
A golden fawn walks out as a
silver hawk flies off a cactus.
The Lord commanded me:
"Relax and rest".
He has a bunch of elect that refuse
to bow the knee to the baals.
hanukkah comes but I delight
by removing all the candles.
My coworker connected with me
over our love for the
Sonic adventure 2 battle soundtrack.
That's all I needed to not quit
being a glorified
receptionist.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 7:26 PM UTC
Written: 12/13/2025
Vado,
at the community park with
my back to the horizon.
Dirt devils hits my eyeballs and makes me
spit.
No one seeks me or loves me here.
None know about my poems
where exquisite diamonds hung from
my old balcony.
Walking around the center
with giant bugs flying around
and dirt mounds flying
getting stuck in my throat
and blinding my eyes.
Then sitting in my car
with my new king james bible
and praying away the natives
curses that bind and control
Southern New Mexico.
Then, what feels off
then turns into an invisible attack.
Coming like a black vortex
left and right.
Removing my badge off my chest the
govt gave me
and the thoughts that told me
being a security guard is important.
As God blocked the attack
I remembered feeling more
watery and red like a refreshing IV while in
El Paso.
As American soldiers will play out
later marching on the streets of Venezuela
singing the mickey mouse club theme song
with rifles,
marching next to lines of 20 feet
tall ******
I'll see these things inside myself
and wonder after catching my breath
and allowing the hours of my shift
fall back into
sheer boredom.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
Written: 12/2/2025
To grab a woman who's about to walk into a train.
A man who is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice
But like shakespeare can stroke a paintbrush of vermillion
Onto the ultimate entertainment craft.
Willing to live out his nickname of being a 'good duker'
Or willing to stand with those that hold long knives
And wait for the day they can use them by slicing a skull
Just like taking a bite from a pineapple.
With a fist he defends as mindlessly as he writes poems.
A man who can recite the poems of Pablo neruda to his wife
With the next day him showing his actions of turning the
Streets to a gigantic mma cage.
To knock out someone with a sword instead of ending them.
Showing what you mean by Christ's definition of meekness.
So he disconnects when he clocks out but always has his
Gun ready with a red light sitting on his kitchen table.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 8:58 PM UTC