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bucketb0t Nov 2024
Opposing seamless things
immersed natural binding,
mock-cope artisan-core
everything boundary ending,
self along sings
A poem dedication to the band Nanowar of Steel in which, after some talk, I told them of how I think their creative process is, and they confirmed it only to accentuate the modesty soon after.
bucketb0t Nov 2024
White and Red
Christmas is all about Buckethead
Wonky bucketbots loyal helping-hand
Shred gift of magical BucketheadLand

Buckethead... seasonless Santa
Metaphorically & Literally
Especially Musically
A poem dedicated to Buckethead's live concerts, and how he shares and exchanges gifts during his shows. There's no need for a special occasion, especially when it comes to his music, the most humble person I can think of.
bucketb0t Nov 2024
\m/ The metal sign is actually a bucket sign. \m/

\m/ The metal sign is actually a bucket sign. \m/
Bucketbots, the ultimate rebels with Big B in the lead, we wear the horns sign on our heads proudly INVERTED.
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I don't know Buckethead's beliefs; even as atheist, it doesn't matter, since horns' signs and inverted crosses defy god; nothing is cooler than defying the devil, also, as Buckethead defies metal, music, turning everything on its head.

Taking the whole hand into perspective, facing the knuckles or palm, most evident in everyone's face topping everything, the bucket shapes metal's symbol crown, with Buckethead as King, the G.O.A.T.

Credits where credits are due.
I dream of a world in which anyone who makes this recognizable sign, even as a second thought, invokes Buckethead.  

The sign becomes most symbolic because Buckethead's benefit is uniting everyone in music, BucketheadLand's music.
One of my most loved ones. I Hate Music podcast's Jason & Nick reactions:
https://www.instagram.com/p/DBofVPBijql/
bucketb0t Nov 2024
Happy Misery

Buckethead daydreaming reality midnight sun inside his Bucketheadland my outside moon midday fantasy night-dreaming Buckethead.

Exact chaos organized figuratively.
Dedicated to Buckethead's Midnight Sun song, which resonates with my temporal alternance of him, whereas Buckethead lives in the USA and I live in Romania, and also how he dominates my playlist which deprives me imensly of other bands.
bucketb0t Nov 2024
Honoring Buckethead Halloween
romaniac bucketb0t love

De la asta am plecat,
De aceea am continuat
Fără sa am vreo așteptare
De faptul ca am fost invitat,
De unde doar am menționat

Jason and Nick, Faustian Echoes dialogues my thoughts in regards to ours, lips my feelings.

"They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."

In eggphrastic way, I end and say
The sun gets its own shadow under Buckethead's light.
My poem to I Hate Music podcast after inviting me to talk about my muse Buckethead, hosted by Agalloch's Jason Walton and Nick Wusz. Link:
https://youtu.be/g6N0hqpwDkc?si=91Uqoo3eQXLTfc-T

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