People often proclaim it's one or the other,
but it's my honest belief that Shakespeare was really on to something
and that both Heaven and Hell are empty because all the angels and demons are here with us.
In order to ward off the darkness,
we must imagine how dark it could truly become.
In so doing, you adjust your eyes in silence
set a candle in the last corner you feel the light will suffice to illuminate the ceiling
sailing apertures of a setting star
receding like a drawbridge
being pulled to gate
until you've become
so nocturnal,
the night itself asks
that you
remember to put out its candle
and silence the silly little flame
on my chest
before falling asleep.
Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 8:29 AM UTC
keeping something away from myself
is harder than ever keeping it away from all others, a feeling of what's been felt
like a monster of mechanistic mechanical deities in the mask of an elk
as you melt into crusts below the surface of the Earth,
I tried to give birth to something more than I, as an individual, will ever be worth
could ever be a part of as any true influence which captures an axial tilt,
yet here I am continuing the trial like a trapped spirit embodied as a curse,
a progressive insofar as I'm miles ahead in a hearse that's headed off the edge of all turf,
and the next true hope I'll ever really have is:
"Cosmic burial is my first option, should that ever work."
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 1:49 AM UTC
Remember that time we flew to the Moon,
Where the angels were angles and later was soon?
Where we dream of the stars,
We see light beyond time.
Cosmic corpses piled up
Visceral line after line
Lighting all we call space, firmament, and the night sky
and you can't help asking “why not?”
before asking “why?”
It's the way we are born
to receive and to grow,
but there's a little bit more
you're unlikely to know, so
join us
as I show how to move mountains,
to my child, in the snow;
Not all good things come easy,
but all we nurture, we grow.
I'll show you how to open Hell's Gate
With a shotgun at the devil's throat
before our emotions in emoticons
explode into a joke.
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 1:48 AM UTC
Ockham's razor
until
(or!)
unless
a different
wager
truly
changes
how we'll see it
now and later
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 4:02 AM UTC
There are little pieces of yourself on the kitchen counter.
You find it in your soul to blink and look away,
wiring it all in writing for posterity,
because ink can draw outlines, maybe a little piece of you
will float back.
part of you hopes not,
as if there were
one thing you promised
you'd never do.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
the capitol is burning .
the capital is burning .
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 4:48 PM UTC
always offer a second option,
and be willing to fill the will of the optics
*** sometimes deep behind your
eyes you can feel eruptions of meaning, and beauty
of all past, present, and future
tenses spoken like tennis into a word we're all still computing,
post truth is an acute definition in the face of
Silicon Valley rising to a mountain without might,
something designed to sooner or rather than later erupt in a sight
of obvious devastation, tragedy, and existential
awareness and insight on the brevity
and obscurity of human infatuation with
their own genealogy, insights,
or winked eyes replaced in inked lines to
maintain a certain secrecy,
the answer being nothing in particular,
creepily.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
"Curiosity killed the cat."
What this really means
is that,
at a certain point of investigation,
anyone
can become
manipulated
by
their
own
curiosity.
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
I imagine a sign in my mind counting the days since my last seizure as if my body were a worksite.
Hurts to think about, but what doesn't these days?
Trump tells the Proud Boys to "stand back and stand by, but I'll tell you what, somebody's got to do something about antifa and the left." Sounds like ****** to me, just much less articulate and with much less to lose (you heard about his four-hundred million dollar debt, right?)
What a wild generation it's happened to be. I think we all eventually saw it coming, but held it off as apparently impossible like an unlikely apocalypse.
Why can't I cold turkey the liquor? I have no money left to spend, yet I act like I do. Champagne diet on a 'wage' that can only afford water. I'm an idiot in my own ways, just like you.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
*******
sometimes, I just want
to smoke
from
dusk
to
dawn
until I'm nothing
but
ashes.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC