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Sun Drop Oct 2022
To place a name upon me,
define me, make me real,
you first must claim to own me,
is this how fake you feel?

I see you from the mirrors,
but windows, to me, blind.
Then who do I appear for?
An unsuspecting mind?

I SIP YOUR FLOWING ICHOR.
YOUR BLEEDING SETS ME FREE.
YOUR WOUNDS, TO ME, ARE JUSTICE.
Soon I shall dwell with thee.

A sparkle in a puddle,
a star, reflected dim,
could set my form on fire,
and change my "me" to "him".

I've spent time in the forest,
and freezing in the snow,
to clear my mind of evil,
yet have nothing to show,
my anxious mind yet wanders,
to places I can't know,
and often faintly ponders
just who, to you, I show.
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Sun Drop Mar 2022
Of mankind, and marvels, and evil, and sin,
shall I to you tell, and conspiracies grand,
how evil did root and was routed again,
again did take hold, then assumed its command --

Humanity, meager, and ignorant, true,
prescribed, in its innocence, something unsafe;
"all actions observed, when repeated, are due
to occur in an otherwise similar way."

From hence did presumptions material grow,
as Earth seemed unbridled with secrets unveiled,
yet blind to the cosmic, which scholars can't know,
and quickly our spiritual growth was derailed.

Then renaissance brought forth a light in the dark,
and drove out the devils which long had made rest!
In warmth, mankind flourished, but death made its mark,
electing to put human wit to the test.

The satans, most clever, made icons of gods,
and puppeteered cruelly malicious didacts,
deceiving the world with a meager façade,
and in goodness' name did commit vile acts.

Thus evil, to men, seemed to make itself God,
and cleverly let itself fall 'gainst our blades,
from shadows announcing the death of the Lord,
and slyly implying all mortal debts paid.

But be not deceived! For this battle yet rages,
and now more than ever we stand to defend
from treacherous devils, and satanist mages,
so bear true your blade 'til this battle shall end.
Sun Drop Oct 2021
Nausea incarnate,
Live inside a dream
Feather duster roommate,
Yellow laser beam.

Structure incontrescent
Wraith of ancient flesh
Acrid odor, pungent
Titilating mesh.

Beast without a burden
Ghost without a care
Hear my skull come open
Think I'll cut my hair.

Putting on the face paint
Ash becomes my skin
Hear it, though it sounds faint,
Water flowing in.
Sun Drop May 2021
Do you really think I won't
Break my pretty face, out of spite
It's not unheard of, I'm really not afraid
I'm fragile in ways, but invincible in others

I'm uniquely separate
From the concept of identity, unhinged
The framework I operate within is
Self-referential

Axiomatic existence
Euphoria by definition, freely
Dionysian, Sisyphean, Diogenesian
I define myself to include you.

Singular access points
Dotting the cosmic tapestry
Of consciousness, the grand fabric
Of human existence, seemingly independent

We cannot, will not, shall not escape yourselves.
I have become many where you meets they.
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