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I was ready,
but they said hold on...
Left me standing right here by myself
shooting dice in the middle of Rome

Since, I've found
with each roll I get closer
to figuring it out...

Pretty soon I'll know it all

For now, just keep it steady
No need to rock the god ****** boat
I'll bite straight through my tongue
Spit out the blood and try not to choke

Would you tell me
that it's funny as long as you're not the joke?
Clichéd sob story angry kids
with a half a mind to tell you so...

Come on now,
You create the future
with how you're living each hour
and every minute that creeps by

The second that
you realize
it has passed
another one is through the door

But, I'm ready.

I think I'm done digging my hole
Guess I'll climb on out
and wander around for awhile
Since now I've got a place to go...
Being mortal.
May 2016 · 415
A Broken Ghost (Scarecrow)
Oh, Torpedo,
it just ain't the same!
Since you've been gone
it's like I've been in restraints

Just a frustrated Pit Bull
yanking at his chain
Determined to break free
So I can gallop at least

Fifty miles past insane...

Maybe I'll see you when I get there,
and you'll be crazy enough to love me back
Like you always did
but, we were both too scared to act

Or, maybe that's not it at all
Perhaps the story is even more tragic
Could it be that I'd been victimized
by a most nefarious magic?

The type that tricks your heart
into believing it belongs,
That it has a place,
and has found it?
Jun 2015 · 526
Blood on the Ceiling...
I need to heal...
But you keep on ripping my stitches
It's kind of suspicious
That flesh and bone can be this resilient
You're one in a million
But I can't help but believe that you're guilty
Of trying to **** me

Why do you ****** my feelings?

I swallow pills...
So I can continue my mission
To tune out all the *******
And self-obsession, it's sickening
I'm ripping holes in your memory, turning ashes to sigils
I can't believe that you think
That I'd take all of this sitting

I promise you, this time

There will be blood on the ceiling!
And on the walls
All down the halls
And up in the Attic
Chop you up into tiny pieces
And hand feed them to maggots
She closed her eyes and strode towards the door
At the edge of her Mind where she found
Sixty One point Eight percent more!

She thought for a spell, then continued her tour
At the end all she found was
Sixty One point Eight percent more!
This puzzled our *****, or perhaps she was bored
Still, she continued walking, inevitably towards
A Future that contained Sixty One point Eight percent more!

I closed my own eyes and strode towards the door
At the edge of my mind and I thought:
*I wonder if you're wondering
If you wander while you're wondering
If you understand that by pondering
During all your Mysterious frolicking
That you, too, have a door
And beyond it there lies
Sixty One point Eight percent more!
Nov 2014 · 556
Dead Days...
On this, the day of the dead
I decide to visit the graveyards
Scattered about my head
I light candles and leave flowers
In memory of those memories
That I had to leave behind

I visualize the scratches
The deep, ****** gashes
Infected by Fears
And cauterized by Bold Action
I kick the dirt about
And spit new flame upon the ashes

Even still, not an ember remains
Not one shackle, or tether
To bind these shredded pieces back together
Oct 2014 · 1.2k
The First Law and f(z)=z^2+C
As above, so it is below
Do you feel the vibrations?
Now, what is it that you know?
Is this your truth, obscured by sacred words
Spoken from the mouths of unwashed Beasts
Dressed up, disguised
As Monks, Poets, and Priests?

It's all very simple
Orderly and neat
The Universe is a closed system
You must look within
If it is Truth that you seek
You have always been
Therefore, you will always be
#thermodynamics #mandelbrot
“I had a plan for you, my dear;” her whisper ruthlessly pounded at Matvei's overwhelmed senses. His entire environment shifted and trailed off; his vision useless, a muddy smokescreen of shapes and colors bleeding into and breathing out of one another.

“A glorious plan, indeed,” she continued, her whisper becoming the hiss of a rattle snake, then slowly shifting pitch, going through every mode, until it was in perfect tune with the deep resounding purr of a well pleased kitten. Which, as fate would have it, was exactly the creature that had taken a seat in front of Matvei's double. The double, still suspended in mid-air, continued wrestling with his chains and screaming madly at the swirling pool of blood at his feet; the vision of the dogs violence still dominating his feeble mind.

Being so occupied, Matvei's double took no notice of the small black kitten as it lapped at the blood between its long and bassy purrs.

“You're without that precious body of yours these days, Sweet Matvei!” The woman explained.

“Or, maybe you've yet to notice that as well? You thick headed pig!”

Stolovsky's vision returned; he was back inside his body. He was the double.

“How's that, dear? Better?” the blood stained kitten at the edge of the swirling pool purred sweetly.

Stolovsky didn't respond and turned his gaze upward. He saw her for the first time; she was beautiful, ungodly so.

“Clean your head up, you animal! How dare you think of me that way!” she laughed.

Her voice returned to what one would expect from such a beautiful creature; the sweet vibrations of a woman, flirtatious and soothing to the ear of any man.

“I'm flattered, really, but we hardly know each other. At least, you hardly know me. Though, sometimes it is best that way, I admit!” she mused, finishing the thought.

“But, on to business then, shall we?”

“I don't suppose I have a choice, do I?” the words escaped Stolovsky's lips as though they were not set free by choice, but of necessity, by reflex alone.

“No. By the looks of it, you really don't, do you?” the spirit retorted.

“Who are you!?” Stolovsky screamed, unsure if he wanted an answer.

“I wouldn't raise my voice to her if I were you, dearie.” purred the kitten, as if it were attempting to instigate some sort of violent reaction from the spirit.

Those kittens, one must always be wary of a blood stained kitten! It is a thing to avoid, afterlife or otherwise. Be that as it may, the kitten's attempt at being the provocateur seemed to have quite the opposite effect.

“My name is not important.” she sang, her voice continuing to astound Matvei's senses, the sweetest evil you'd ever want to hear.

“You can call me Jehovah if you'd like!” she laughed as she spoke.

“Right now, you are my child, my sovereign property. I can do with you whatever I wish!” she paused for a moment, to allow Stolovsky the opportunity to recognize the gravity of the situation.

He did not.

She continued on, her voice shifting again,

“And let me tell you, boy, you've been a great disappointment! Did you know that?”

The rumbling of her tone, the changes in her pitch, were beginning to drive Matvei mad; he'd never heard anything like it! It was absolutely nauseating.

He attempted to gather himself; this was all so confusing. After all, wasn't he dead? Should he fear this, this, whatever it was? He controlled his anxiety enough to ask,

“What are you?”

“She's your new master, Matvei! And a wonderful master, indeed. You are very fortunate!” chirped the blood stained kitten.

“I believe he was asking me, X. Away with you, you ***** kitten!” Immediately, X vanished into thin air. Stolovsky stared downward, mesmerized, as his double was, by the pool of blood swirling beneath him.

“Am I dead?” he asked the goddess.

“You don't even know what that means, you idiot! Besides, you'll be worse off than whatever you think you are now if you keep asking silly questions. Now shut up and listen to me!” she replied.

“There is someone I'd like you to meet.”

As she said this, it appeared to Stolovsky as though the layer of existence that he had, until this very moment, believed himself to be in full occupation of, swelled outward at an amazing speed. It was as if he'd become as tiny as a quark and yet, he continued to become tinier still. He could see nothing recognizable; the sheer brilliance of giant photons zapping through space was enough to blind him. Even as he noticed this, they became infinitely larger, like suns themselves.

Stolovsky felt as though he were falling through it all, becoming smaller and smaller; or, was everything else growing larger and larger? He struggled to reposition his body. The intense pressure of the experience was becoming unbearable.

He could feel his rib cage sinking, his heart struggling, his lungs collapsing as he desperately clung to whatever consciousness this was that he was currently experiencing. X, the blood stained kitten, appeared to him just as she had been moments before.

“It feels strange doesn't it?” she asked.

“What is happening to me?” Stolovsky replied, struggling with the words.

“You're dying the Second Death. Don't worry, it'll only take a minute.”

Before the kitten could finish the sentence, Stolovsky's eyeballs popped, hurling frozen droplets of organic material in all directions.

The frozen droplets would continue to fly on for many years, some straight through into eternity. A few would be so fortunate as to crash into other, much larger, groups of particles and give rise to some very interesting lifeforms. Who, as fate would have it, would go on to destroy one another, along with one-third of their known universe, trillions of smaller universes, and something that may amount to a shoelace being vaporized in my level of existence, in a great war a few hundred billion years later. But alas, a story for another time.

“Oh, wow. That was much quicker than expected, Old Boy!” purred the kitten, pleased at this unforeseen turn of events. "Dr. Orville will be so pleased to learn of our improvement! I must tell the Master straight away!"

And once again, that silly blood stained kitten disappeared. Things were about to get very interesting for Mr. Stolovsky. The Third Life awaits.
The first part is buried in my poems somwhere...
Don't think that I've forgotten you
I haven't, and I never will
You haunt my dreams
In quiet moments
When the chaos subsides
Turning corners and rounding bends
As your name remains stuck in my throat

Like a spear dipped in poison

I still think of the good times
And rewrite the fairy tale
That ended before it ever began
Then, I go back to my place on the shelf
Of regrets and Charon's tokens spent
And whisper softly to into the thick, dusty, air
“Never again. I understand, I am a misfit.”

At least it's comfortable here

I've served my purpose
Stated my Creed
Planted seeds that have grown
Into unassailable thoughts and lucid dreams
That one day will bear fruit and give shade
To nourish and protect that sweet soul that I cherish
Should it remain, inside

The image of that beautiful, but crafty, Aquarian
Time? It is but an attempt to measure the immeasurable
A cruel trick to plant seeds of fear and doubt
Into the souls of the ignorant and gullible
The god(s) do not favor the the meek
How could they relate to passivity
When action and reaction are the means
By which creation is established?

Why do you sit, begging at the altar
Rejecting what you are?
Were you not told you are a reflection
A beam of light refracted from the source?
What if all creators just sat there hoping, praying
For others to do their work?
Where would you be then?

You ask for favors without sacrificing your sweat
Your blood, your tears
And you expect in return something other
Than a hearty laugh and vicious rebuke?
You are a pathetic **** ant, human.
Granted power you refuse to wield
Why would we trouble ourselves to serve you?

We've already given all that there IS!
Jun 2014 · 482
Turning out the Light
We've lost count of the times
That we've killed ourselves
Become new
Scorched Earth
Laid a past to rest

We don't even have funerals for them anymore
There are no emotions left to process
We just light the match and let the flames infest
The crevices

The ones those feelings used to attack

We've taken a break from the program
And there aren't enough ones and zeroes
In the whole ******* Universe
To make us come back

The faces have all become pixelated
Not one more important than the others
They'll all pretend to be your Brothers
Sisters, Mothers, Friends

And Lovers

But, you'll soon discover
When the mist dissipates
And the illusions are all torn asunder
When the harsh scowl of Baal greets you
With an absolute absence of color

That they were all none other
Than the Devils  
You sought to destroy
To purge from the Earth
To banish to the Void

Reality is cold
We decided it would be best to avoid it
I think this thing is broken
Come in here and and have a look
Observe closely the mechanical functions
And hydraulic flow
Fold your fingers above your eyes
And squint your peepers just so

You'll notice that the battery is smoldering
Flashing red lights and billowing smoke
The human that used to live here
Didn't even have the common decency
To leave a suicide note
Perhaps there was nothing to say

The information is readily available
Even to this day, I tell you
It plays just like a record
Spinning it's own glorious fables
Stored for eternity
As an unbalanced charge

That became stable
May 2014 · 594
Never Trust A Human.
Friend, let me tell you
You can never trust a human

If you give them a nugget of wisdom
They will only bare their teeth to consume it
And rip it to shreds
No matter how beautiful
They'll then take slaves to gather up the pieces
And put them in tastefully colored packages
Designed by scientists
Hoping to sell themselves back to you

-at a profit.

It doesn't matter if it's poison
These jokers will horde it
If we imagine love as a baby
Then the humans had a late-term abortion
Everything is so self-serving
And insanely distorted
The only thing that matters
Is what they think they are worth

-in the markets

I'm so sick of this
You ******* numb-nut, half-wits
You're just too ******* selfish
I'm done with the nice guy *******
I'm disappearing like Elvis
Am I alive or dead?
I can be both, it's no Agatha Christie mystery
I've never been happier to introduce you

-to disappearing me.
Status: Enigma
My presence, a soft ripple
My mission, a finely crushed riddle
A powder through which
The Honest Serpent slithers
Stretching out molecules
To throttle these dangerous Fools
These silly Humans with dull senses

Please challenge me -I dare you
For I have become bored
With casting crumbs before the Profane
In the Mist the Pearls are stored
The swine, they still eat it up
The teachings they ignore
May their bellies always rumble
May their focus always be: MORE, MORE, MORE!!
Mar 2014 · 633
I Noticed You Today!
I noticed you today
For a split-second you were unsure
You didn't know the answer
And you couldn't supply the cure

I noticed you today
The way you kept going, the way you endured
And though it may not have ended
Quite the way you'd hoped it would

I noticed you today
And I think you did pretty good!
For those who endure their struggles with grace and optimism, I notice. Here is a silly little poem to prove it.
Eye has become a Warrior
Eye spent years turning my insides to Flame-Tempered Steel
Dousing the flames of my selfish desires
And hammering out the emotional weakness
That is slavery to self
Eye focused my energy solely on the Inner Work
And dare Eye say, it is complete

Now, the Outer Work is in progress
Eye can feel my Soul is growing stronger
With each breathless ******
With each drop of sweat that spatters against the cold floor
Or streams directly into my burning eyes
Eye remembers the pains of past lives
And Eye readies my Warship

For it is War that has been declared upon me
But Eye cannot be defeated
My Spirit has completed the tasks
All but One
That cannot be done in One Lifetime
Eye will help me to finish strong
Eye has become a Warrior
This Old Soul marches into Battle daily
Determined to shine the Light
Even if I can manage only a faint flicker
I will dutifully execute my modest role
In creating the conditions under which Darkness cannot exist
To be One small Exception
To the Ego's Earthly rule

It is a War – and though we do not win every Battle
Our Victory is secured as long as we Fight
There is no god to grant us our Salvation
The Great Judge lives within each and every one of us
It takes three eyes to see
And though we are few
We are not alone

So, take comfort
Our Trek is difficult, but Worthy
Our opponents do not know
Nor will they believe
That we cannot be defeated
And as such
They will continue their assaults

Be ready.
Feb 2014 · 750
Losing Limbs...
The cold Winter winds have soaked these bones
Again and again
I long only for the warmth of Sol's Summer to penetrate my heart
To melt these burdens away
To allow the light inside to escape
To consume me from within

Her cold Winter words have soaked this mind
You're only a friend, dear one of mine
I long only for the warmth of her heart and her touch
To know that our minds are one
And I am finally complete
Able to begin

As Spring inches closer I realize I've been foolish
Again and again
You were right when you said I was stupid
You could've also added Jaded and Deluded
Why should I expect you to be any different
Than all the others who threw me away?

After all, you are only human
I've killed you a thousand times
For your wanting, your needing
Your selfish crimes

Play me a tune,
Pick a key that transcends time
With a beat that will tear the stitching
Connecting your heart to mine

I never doubted, from the moment of bloom
That my time with you would bring us anything
Short of matching keys to a padded room

You are the darkness and I am the light-
What a cruel joke the Master played
To have given us equal might

You push and I'll pull
Eventually we will get it right...
For the one thousand and first time
Your blood will be mine tonight!
One of these days I'll wake up
And you'll all be gone
A distant memory of time yet to be known
Atop a crown adorned with necks cut from stone

I'll look to my hands
But none will there be
A spirit still broken
Once the son of three

I'll float in the way
That I've always done
Too close to the moon
A bit further from the Sun

I'll look to your eyes
But none will there be
A bit closer to death
A bit further from me.

Goodbye, sweet love.
You paint your lips so that maybe he'll kiss you
Pick your most provocative dress so that he couldn't miss you
You claw at his heels so he'll know your devotion
And all he does is laugh heartily

As if you were trying to hold back the Ocean

He doesn't love you, but there is no proof that will do
Until every last ounce of love has been beaten out of you
So you come home to me and I help you clean
The mascara as it runs like a stream down your cheeks

And it hurts me...but I'll never let you see

I keep a stern face and a light heart
I tell you you're wonderful
That it isn't your fault
That soon enough he'll see how sweet you are and he'll appreciate your needs

Let's just imagine how wonderful that would be!

Now I feel like a Villian in the most dastardly sense
Because you're smiling and I KNOW that I'm lying
I can't let him hurt you anymore
I know that you'll hate me, but I'll know that you're safe

That's a trade that I'm willing to make

So I put you to bed, smeared make-up still staining your beautiful head
I say my last prayer and away I go
Stopping only at the threshold to gaze upon you once more, my love
At this moment my purpose was clear -I finally knew why I was here

To be used and discarded...

I spotted him walking home, some ridiculous ***** on his arm
He was completely oblivious, not in the least alarmed
As he spun her to steal your kiss, to give her the "love"
That you'd sacrificed so much for...

I was so angry with you

As they were *******, they never even knew
That there was a me who really did love you
As I tip-toed closer, my heart went still
My blade did the work, I was just the overseer

That blade had never plunged deeper!

Moans turned to screams as the crimson set free
The terror to which being heartless inevitably leads
As I did my work, I couldn't help but wonder
Could he be convicted for not wanting you as his lover?

Why hadn't I thought of this earlier?

The window was open and through it I crawled
I stood on the ledge, I didn't dare look down
I looked straight ahead and I saw you standing in mid-air
I took the step, and you laughed

As if I were trying to hold back the Ocean...
Apr 2013 · 799
Chattin' with the Wind
You say you made this puzzle
With just one jigsaw loose
So I could twist it and turn it
Then flip it and curse it

Give me a reason
Just one good excuse
That you would construct this grand puzzle
One that this piece can't fit into

What are you trying to say?

Should it be the piece
Or the puzzle to change?

Well, isn't that quite the question...

Tell me, what is your mission, child?
What are your intentions?
Will you change the space around you
Or, just go where I put you?

That depends on who I'm talking to...

As for me, I will stretch as far as I can reach
I'll do my best to be a good piece
But I should tell you, there are lines
There are borders I won't breach

I am a human
I was born to be free
Not part of a some puzzle
That is looking to bend me

You're being ridiculous, child.
A prideful, first rate fool!
Just bend a little and you can have the spoils of Earth
I made a space just for you, come on...


Just burn the edges off for me.

Look, I told you: I'll stretch as far as I can reach
I'll burn nothing; I'm not here to destroy
I'm just passing through, planting seeds while I can
I'm sure you can do without me, you seem to be talented

If you built all of this you must be a king amongst the stars...

But fear is always ugly
Even when perfected to an Art
It is no way to win
And I will not be a part.

I must tell you, you dog
I will fight you until you cease
Leave me, weak spirit
Your stupid little puzzle

Will have to find another piece.
Ever think that you matter?
That you were gifted,
You gift grabber?

Tell me, do you take the time
To listen to your chatter?
Inside your head
Thought throws the pitch
But there is no Batter
And your voice is always louder
But your words
They never matter!

You belch your stupidity over and over
From the flaming pits of hell
To the furthest supernova

Are you the Captian of this ship,
You heartless waste of carbon?
I've washed better from my feet
Trust me, I've done it often
They have us surrounded
Shocked and astounded
Bloodshot eyes weep tears
By the thousands...

I looked at you, and you at me
The most stunning beauty that I'd ever seen
The boots on the ground and drones over head
That was the moment...

That we knew for sure

They built their prison
But it wasn't enough
To contain two lovers
As in love as us...

I could feel your heart pounding
Lurching and leaping
As the door burst open
And the gas started seeping...

It was then that I held you
And told you there was nothing to fear
It is only a line, together we will cross
A love as strong as ours could never be lost...

I remember the sting of fire in my back
I remember your screams
Everything went black
And then we awoke, or so it seemed...

To an existence so beautiful it could only be a dream

You were young again
More beautiful than you'd ever been
That is when I knew that the old world
Was only a means to an End...

Now we can begin to Live!
I know there will come a day when she will leave me

She has to

No longer will I get to enjoy the beauty of the smile she hates
Or notice the way she waddles away
A bit like a duck

'I'm perfectly okay with this'
That is what I'll say
That is what I'll say on that terrible day

And it's coming...

Creation slows for no man
Not even the son of Three
It's coming to take her away
To new and exciting roads...

A life that needs to be lived in a little

I hope that she finds the goodness
That she finds peace
It's an ugly world we live in
If you ain't marching to the right beat

If ever you need me, I'll be around
Spinning just the way I always was
Even if only the electrical impulses that used to be me
Remain buried


Deep in the back of your mind

I hope sometimes you'll visit
You can have a seat in my chair
Perhaps we will plan new adventures
Or just reminisce about the ones we've shared

Either way, I will be grateful
To see that you're happy and intelligent, and capable
I'll tell you a couple of my stories, too!
Maybe then we'll fall in love the way

All True Lovers do.
I stared East, directly into eyes of Ouranos
The Water Bearer, in her flowing robe, stood
Beaming like a new Mother at his Left hand
Andromeda, angry and ready to do battle on his right

Screaming forth with great fury
On a collision course with glory

Andromeda wields his fiery sword!

We are but particles in this drama.
Incapable of defending our existence
Attracting and repelling each other
As if we are of some great importance.

I, you, us, we, them...
all of us who are here,
have come,
or will ever be

Are but the blink of an eye in this,

The Ultimate Drama.

Our Stars will dance the dance
And read the script as it was taught them.
The Tiny Audience already knows how it ends.
There really is no, “maybe...”
Or, “Well, it depends.”
The universe exhales.
Its bitter, cold breath
Gently guiding us further
Away from the place where
We used to exist.
Constantly pushing and pounding
Such a passionate, violent kiss!

It is our Home that we long for,
But can't seem to find.

So, further and further and further, we fly:
Weak and weary, we will continue on
Until the Universe inhales-
And the very last particle of light
Returns home.
In the Beginning, there was only The Divine Song;
The vibration of which gave birth to the ether.
The ether coalesced
And begat the Great Evil.

It grew, and grew, and grew Greater still;
The Evil wanted to be God so it denied us free-will.

The Divine, being sublime, decided not to Fight,
For the Love that is ALL prevented the exercise of might.
The Evil appeared to overtake the Light.
Until The Divine whispered the words:

You shall NOT surely die!

T'was the antidote for the Original Lie.

His plan foiled, The Great Evil grew Angry
And he cursed all of Humanity for insulting his vanity.
The Divine could allow this, as it is his nature.
He still loved the Evil, it was his creation.

There was but one rule:

You may not deny them their Free-Will!

You may control the prophets.
You may tell them you are I.
You may command them to do whatever you wish.

You may even send MY son there to DIE!

You may command them to write down your words,
To worship you most high.
You may set up establishments all over the globe.
It will only be more of your lies.

No matter how you torture them on Earth,
They will NOT surely die!
Well, I've been down all these roads before
And I know where they End
It's where I Begin
To go insane...

And there I'll remain

Would you show me more?
Yes, I know the score
But I still feel the same
As I did yesterday...

And here I remain

I've been deafened by the silence
Out here in outer space
I swear I felt like a Human once
But then you closed my case...

And continued the race!
But, still I remain...

Sometimes signals get scrambled up
We lose sight of the traps we set
And get caught
In our own snare

I do declare!

So, I want to know
Yes, I need to know
Was I ever there?
Or did I go insane?

Well, there I'll remain...
**** this Robotic Brain
The Magician glared down at the shallow water
The light of the Sun flickering against the cool blue
Some penetrating, some reflecting
All of them searching for Home

He thought of Man

Traveling so far, so fast
Towards the Mathematicians Inevitable Solution
Trajectory predetermined
The Observer laughs as they try to steer

A Perfect Evolution

Some accepted, some rejected
Yet all complete the journey,
Outside of time, outside of space
Inside of All, The Kingdom of ALL

At Home

The Magician saw particles of sand
Twisting, heaving, and some even sinking
Clawing at the confused currents
Swirling as if, for a time, they were one

And he thought of The Humans

Each of them individuals
Caught in a storm outside of their control
Forcing them together, pulling them apart
If they are Wise, they'll steer with their Hearts, as one

Towards the Solution
Jun 2012 · 950
Escaping the Ego
Well, what do you know?
It's such a strange wind that you blow.
I'll never  see you again,
But I'll still feel you wherever you go.

Now I know for sure.

Happiness, I will escort
You to the back of my heels
To ooze out and reveal
The danger of ideals.

We'll what do you know?
It's such a strange way that you grow.
I'll never see you again,
There are a million places I have to go.

Now I know for sure,

That I don't need you anymore.
The change renews my faith.
Inside the cage a human remains
Completely cut off and deranged

I've reached my higher plane.
Jun 2012 · 653
Punch Drunk
Feeling uninspired? Well,
You're higher now.
Smoke another cigarette!
Have a whiskey drink.

It's on the house.

Learning how to love again?
Have you been let down?

Yes, I've been let down;
And I'm feeling kind of anxious because I know
It's just a matter of time,

And mine just ran out.
I've been focused on the end
For a while
My child, we'll just separate the energies
Inside, disperse them to the corners of all time
Our crimes are taking place in the vicinity

My sins, equal to the evil
I let in
You sir, have resigned yourself to apathy
Beware, the symbols on the idol in the chair
Suggest that we are sleeping with the enemy

We've been focused on the end
For a while
It's time to celebrate the miracles
We survived, a wonderful experiment of the mind
Enjoying the infinite theater of the Omniverse

Tune in

Realize the shape that we're all in
Mutate to neutralize the symphony
Our waves, those of the true and the brave
Modulate themselves into reality
I won't mince words,
Or try to be eloquent about it:

I've had it.
That was me shouting it.

Where once there was beauty,
Now, there's just rot.
I could save it...
But, I'd rather not.

I've had it.
That was me shouting it.

Where once there was hope,
Now, there's just madness.
I could've changed it,
But going insane...

Was just too ******* romantic.

I've had it.
That was me shouting it.
Apr 2012 · 700
Needs: Who needs'em?
Why am I wanting?
Over-analyzing and taunting
Feeding my ego,
It eats my amigos!

My God!
Now I NEED them!

I was so much happier when I didn't give a ****

Why do I care if you like me?
You wouldn't stand beside me in the war.
Pump my ego, and off you go;
You've got other trumpets to blow!

My God!
Did you see that?

I was so much happier when I didn't give a ****

Why am I being needy?
Like a baby that momma ain't feeding
Like a toddler whos circumstance just so happens to be displeasing
That **** makes me want to throw up

My God!

I was so much happier when I didn't give a ****
Im focusing my energy elsewhere as best I can, but I keep thinking of El Torpedo.
Trapped there between dimensions like that; It's no fun. I've been there.
It's no fun at all.

I generally don't get involved in petty squabbles between lesser beings;
But, this particular situation bothered me greatly.
Is it because I'm lonely?
I'm too lazy to be lonely;

So, that makes no sense.

I can't even enjoy my coffee for want of piece of mind on the matter.

That's where I draw the ******* line.

My haven, it will not be disturbed this way.

I had to do something.
Something that required effort;
Asking favors from entities I don't particularly care to visit with.

I've never felt this.

Why do I care all of a sudden?
A question for which I currently have no answer.

I really should've paid more attention to the goings on,
but I was distracted by thoughts of Sacred Geometry
And dreams of Fibonacci...

Here is what I think I know so far:

El Torpedo thought she killed The Artist.
So did everyone else.
That turned out not to be the case.

Killing the Scarecrow, I can understand.
It would make perfect sense to me- but, I'm not the Artist.
She works differently.

She takes her time.

This was a crime of passion, she was in a hurry.
She didn't sign her work
That is unheard of; it doesn't happen.
El Torpedo is alive.

The Artist didn't plan this; it was happenstance.
They interrupted her;
She punished them.
Ghost was opportunity (I'll explain),
Torpedo was mercy (How mundane).
Apr 2012 · 1.3k
Parasitic Circle-Jerk.
You love me when you need it...
Only when it's convenient
Only if I earn it
Only if I deserve it

Whenever you taught it
I tried learn it

I started out caring
Dashing and daring
Looking down the road
I thought we'd be sharing

I feel like the wet cement
Beneath our welcoming doormat

As those tires touched the road
I knew our world
Began to close
My time with you, I will hold dear

Only if it deserves it...
Apr 2012 · 1.3k
Fucking Drama Queens...
I feel so ******* stupid
Managing someone else's cupid
Why I ever gave a ****
I cannot determine
Now I'm treated like the vermin!

Never said a ******* word
To make you feel you were unheard
As I listen to the lies
I can't help but laugh inside
At you
On your self-inflicted stupid ride

So take your ******* somewhere high
Where I don't have to hear
Those ******* lies!

I know what I have done
No apologies are going to come
Abused this way
I will be no longer
It's your addiction
And it's your drama

Take it somewhere that I'm not bothered
I've got no time for pity monsters
And I am not your ******* Mother!
Apr 2012 · 627
Society Must be High!
Got to go to work
Gotta get a job
Gotta pay the mob
That should keep them off my back for one more day!

What do you do?

Got to go to school
Got to get them to say that
I'm qualified to live
In debt to them!

What do you do?

Got to get up
Got to get out
Got to ooh-ooh-ooh
Got to ahh-ahh-ahh, the crowd

So, that's what we'll do!

Got to grow up
Got to quit your dreamin'
Boy, you better listen
You ain't nothing but a human being!

That's what they'll tell you.

So, what do you do?

Just turn your guns back on to
The ones who turned their guns on the truth!
Tap, tap, tap
Scratch, scratch, scratch
The lines of white go down the hatch
Not a fix, just a patch
An insane state with insane prayers

Let's take a moment to observe the players:

The white robe thinks in prints and poisons
Rotting cancers and botched abortions
The dollar signs they blind the eyes,
And rot the face of the intruder

Aw, that's just adorable!

The blue tie thinks in power and paper
The numbers add up, the results could be fatal
Turning circles into squares and caskets to cradles
Far away from the face of the masses

Honey, should we do the beach house again?

The blindfold sees in light and dark
Nothing perverse, nothing shocks
Going down easy, the numbness a must
Despicably pleasing to watch them rust

It was a long day at the office, my dear.
It started when I looked at the clock:


The coffee maker convinced me to stay
Had I planned to leave?
Yes, of course, the channel
I left it on

She's there. Again?
Wait, I heard that!
Who's there?

#“Could find my way to Marianna---ahah--ah”

The sine wave! That's it!
I left them in the car.
These fibers are congregating
They want to get me,
But I am just a flea!

It started when I looked at the clock:


I sat down with Earth and ate Earl's burrito
Saturn bent down and showed me tomorrow
The radio crackled as the molecules throttled

^“We're all Immigrants and hypocrites, delusionals and sycophants”

I saw my fingers start to disappear
Then my hands, my arms
Even my ears! My EARS!

I loved those ears...

It started when I looked at the clock:


They're here, aren't they?
Radio crackles, you heard them!
They're audible!


The gorilla near the out goes strut, strut, strut
I felt the universe collapse inside my gold tux

Could you watch my fish for me?

Marked stuff borrowed from:

# Pixies- Wave of Mutilation
^Star ******* Hipsters- Immigrants and Hypocrites

I felt like it, that's why.
The cops took my ****!
Beautiful living creatures
Extinguished by extraction

This message made possible by
The bible-thumpers passion

A simple farmer, simple life
He's caused no one pain or strife
The victim absent, non-existent?
It matters not, just throw him in prison!
Mar 2012 · 2.0k
The Universe agrees...
Yesterday I napped

It was an interesting slumber
And a lady there told me:

“Your days are NUMBERED!”

So,  with that in mind:

I put on my hat, slipped on my shoes
While throughout the Universe, She spun her ruse

I got to my post with my cup of dark roast, staring
I could see nothing, the Math wasn't functioning
This dimension has definitely blown a fuse!

“There is no LEVEL!”

By god,

She spelled it backwards!


What should we expect?
The thoughts continued as she spoke.
Smoke began to fill the void and we began to choke.
This is where
I probably should have paid attention...


I Stab to get myself free
Only to realize
I never was ME
As the knife plunged deeper
I became the Reaper

All of the eyes wide open
Our destination chosen
Art poured from the carcass
And became the very spark

That we all need.

Tomorrow you are me!
The Universe agrees...
El Torpedo appeared out of thin air, moving at what could only be called -by any reasonable man, considerable velocity. She crashed into her soft down bed with a force that would've concerned even the most detached of onlookers, had there been any. 'Had there been any?' she wondered, as the recoil from the impact sent her flying into the air. The young girls arms and legs flailed in all directions; her body spinning wildly through the empty space of mid-flight, until finally -THUD!

“******* it, Ghost!” she groaned, holding the back of her head with her gloved hand.
“How can that still be funny!”
There was no reply, only a faint warm breeze and the smell of freshly cut grass.
“This is no time for jokes, Ghost! I was this close to offing those *******. What the **** were you thinking letting them get away?”

For a few moments she continued on mumbling various obscenities and abuse at The Ghost, which we won't bother to detail here. El Torpedo removed herself from the floor and took a few seconds to dust off her omniverse attire.
Ghost Scarecrow replied, “I didn't let them get away.”
“Well, then where the **** are they? I don't see them anywhere!” El Torpedo spat back.
“Of course you don't. They're not within our current field of vision.”
“Very funny, you are such a ******* riot. Did they get away or not?”
“No. They did not get away.”
“Well, where are they, then?”
“Finally, you ask the right question!”
“I already asked you that!”
“Whatever. Let's go.”

At that moment, El Torpedo and the Ghost Scarecrow evaporated into the universe, their molecules became space, all of it...the entire thing all at once, allowing the duo the very useful ability to appear anywhere in the omniverse at anytime without warning. I know, it's hard to comprehend. But, as far as I can tell, and from what I've been told by those who would know, that's what happened. It was a rather difficult period for criminals like me. But that's a story for another time, back to the matter at hand.

Once their miracle of physical travel was complete, the duo found themselves floating approximately 40 feet above the Lacksdale River looking down on Tom's Bridge. Two small objects could be made out in the distance, appearing to hover just beneath.

“That's them?”
“What did you do, Ghost?”
“I was just practicing my justicing...”
“That's not justice, Ghost. That's ******.”
“No Torpedo, that is art.” His playful demeanor suddenly became somber and serious. “Let's have a closer look.”

The two floated closer. As they came within range, El Torpedo felt the cold, dark energy flowing straight through her soul; Ghost had had one of his moments again. The gruesome scene came into full view: Two men hung upside down from the bridge; the chains that Ghost Scarecrow had used to secure their ankles had already begun their slow and deliberate journey through the men's flesh.

Beneath the chains were crudely fashioned trash bags secured by duct tape around the victim's ankles. Ghost wasn't a detail oriented entity, he just sort of did things in a haphazard way and called it art. Even the casual observer could tell that the job was done in haste. The plastic covered the corpses from ankle to neck. The bags were bloated, filled with the blood of the doomed souls. A few tiny streams of the red liquid made it through the duct tape and ran down the faces of the men.

El Torpedo turned away for a moment and fixed her gaze on the Scarecrow, the smile on his face was quite sinister and chilled her to the bone. She wondered what he thought was so artistic about this brutality. Then she saw their faces. They were beautiful. It must have taken him hours to carve it all.

“How did you do that? It's..beautiful.”
“I didn't do that.”
“You didn't?”
“No. I'm currently compiling a list of possible suspects.”
“Ghost, you told me that you did it.”
“I did.”
“Well, either you did or you didn't. Which is it?”
“I killed them and hung them there. I didn't do the carving. You know I can't least not like that, and certainly not in this dimension.”
“Then who did?”
“I'm not sure.” The Ghost stuttered, beginning to feel a bit sick. “This looks like the work of...”
Together they finished the sentence, “The Artist!”

For a moment they stared at each other in stunned silence, both absorbing the gravity of the situation. El Torpedo broke the silence, “It can't be, we...I..., I killed The Artist myself. I stuck the barrel to her sweaty forehead; I saw the fear in her eyes when I cocked the hammer. I saw the explosion of blood and brain matter splash against the ceiling and walls after I squeezed the trigger. I wiped her blood from MY face. It's impossible!”
The Scarecrow replied, “It could be a copy cat. The Artist is dead, Torpedo. I was there; I saw what you did to her. No one could survive that -not even her.”

“You two don't know what you saw,” boomed the unmistakable voice of the one and only. “But, I do!” She continued, “You saw what I wanted you to see. Same as now.” She drew a heavy breath, her ample ***** grew fuller. She created the illusion of oxygen intake; she was a creator, and continued her verbal assault on the Scarecrow. “And you! Strawman, or whatever you call yourself these days. To even suggest a copycat after looking at my masterpiece...I'll **** you in eight dimensions a day for the next week! Ten, if I can manage it.” El Torpedo saw the fire of  The Artist's eye flickering in the cool blue darkness. “I think I'll start with the you in this dimension.”

At that very moment, The Ghost fired his (clever weapon name) straight through the heart of what we all, and any person worthy of being reasoned with would've thought was, The Artist. No such luck. The solid image became mist, evaporating before their eyes. I could still see her, safely tucked away. I see lots of things though; hard to keep it all straight, you know?

The Artist continued, “ think that would work. Good Christ, Strawman! You're dumber than your name implies!”

She reappeared, snuggled closely to the back of  The Ghost Scarecrow. Her knife at his throat, her lips at his ear, she whispered, “My Turn.” She proceeded to pull the blade across Ghost's neck. Before Torpedo could even begin to think about reacting, The Ghost's blood was spraying all over the place. I actually felt bad for her at that moment. It was kind of sad, actually. Blah, rambling again. Back to it!  

“What the **** was that?” El Torpedo uttered, apparently still in shock.
“That, My Dear, is what you can expect when you **** with The Artist!” The sound of her words reminded El Torpedo of the sound of an electric can opener near the end of it's days. “I am the only force in the omniverse that you need concern yourself with, that is all you need to know. Now, Good Night!”

Blinded, but very much alive and very much paralyzed, El Torpedo could feel her limp body sinking into the dark, cold waters of the Lacksdale River. She held her breath for as long as she could, until finally, she gave. The water filled her lungs, but she did not die. A chain appeared around her ankle, it descended deep into the abyss where, presumably, it was attached to something that would keep the girl secure. I'm not sure, I couldn't see that far.

“I've secured you between dimensions, Dear. No one will find you here. Enjoy your stay.” and with that The Artist was gone. But, she'd made one, possibly fatal, mistake. She'd left a witness, ME!
Today she broke my heart
The pink turned to blue
The lines severed
Repaired with glue

Today she broke my heart
The fool who believed
False love was real
And it was

For awhile

I can't sleep at night...

She found her one and only

Now I'm just one and lonely

I'll sob a tear for you
A selfish gesture
Maybe two...

But that one cut...that one cut...
She gave to you

Dark energy releases the clergyman's thesis
A golden arch to worship your false prophets
Some will ask:
Where are the Starships?

A break from the rhythm

The very wave that produces the symptoms


He's laying with my lover
She is purring under his covers

Today she broke my heart..
Mar 2012 · 1.3k
You had me at: Die!
I was a terrible man;
A regular piece of gutter born filth,
masquerading as a decent,
Hard-working, honest human being.

Now, I'll tell you the truth.
What have I got to lose?

Nothing, you say?

Well, you're right, that's exactly what I have to lose.
I forget myself, I came to tell my story and I haven't much time.

Then again, who does?

So, with that in mind, I'll get on with it.
For the most part, during my time amongst the living,
I can honestly say I had them all fooled.


All except one, that is.
She knew me;
She knew the monster I was
And she loved me, for a while.
At times, I could feel the sadness in her deep brown eyes.
In her youth, when we first met, they sparkled

Now they've darkened and all is cold
Gun in my mouth
Gentle squeeze

Peace for her, Peace for me
Pieces of her, forever bound
Hidden out of sight I'll continue my search
For the light
You don't remember when we were friends?
Seems like it's been forever since then
You told me lies and trapped me with sin
So, don't confuse your future with mine

Everytime I see you I want to go...
Keep traveling till I find my home
And if you stopped me to say “hello”
All I'd want to hear is goodbye

And you can go die.

I saw a reflection the other day
It looked just like you were standing across the way
My heart shook like dying leaf
Such a lesson you decided to teach!

Now that I've taken off on my own
I've realized that I'm never alone
You tried to strip me of all my pride
But there's a flame in me that won't die

Though I must say,
It was a nice try.

As I make my way through this life
I realize it's a sacrifice
It's about what we want to do
Even bullets can't suppress the truth

So, I walk in shadows and embrace the light
It has little to do with whats wrong or right
I keep my heart on my sleeve and my dreams in the night
Because the end of my body isn't the end of my fight

And you will be with me always,
Because we are love
Savor the good and devour the bad
These tyrants get off when they keep us as...

Never consent.
Mar 2012 · 619
The Schizm
She's a girl, she was!
My little girl, she was?

But, now she don't come around here no more,
because she got another fella, she loves him more.
She does?

She's a girl, she was!
My entire world, she was?

And now he won't come around here no more,
Because he knows if he does,
I'm gonna have to settle the score.

When he showed his face again
I told that crazy *******,
“Well, If you got a problem, mister,
I'd suggest you talk to a man that ain't pointing a gun!"
Mar 2012 · 1.8k
A Case to Transport
Completely befuddled
We fake it as muggles
The abuse we face alone
Buries confusion in our bones

The siren places fear in our hearts
She can be ours
If she wants the part
We can get ahead
By abusing those who would give their bread

In this we are all the same
Many silent murderers with unimportant names
Psychopaths on angry paths
Hell bent on *******

Would you let them continue to dictate the conditions?
Do you trust the statisticians?
We are the result of the easy decision
The sagging construction of constant derision

Another man's home subject to intrusion
A stance is required to end the delusion

They're not here to protect you

It's all an illusion!
We've seen the Angel of Death
Coerced- his hands we become
His hollow countenance, our own

So many numbered wretches
Disguised as hollow drones
Stalk the night

Fighting non-existent thrones

The empty expression, brow bent in deep thought
The humans we used to be
A garden of seedlings in desperate need

The tide rises quickly

These ideas can save us
Or they can tear us apart
Once we've destroyed the concept
Of the celebrated self and love of art

We can begin the process of growing up

Completely spent
We bit the apple, bought the lie
Exploited the poor and boy did we rise
We snapped those necks and boy did we thrive
Mar 2012 · 817
Just look at us now...
Think of where we've been
We all began where we end
Once, we were all one
We were created with the Suns

The original Bloom

At the core
At the very source
Of our rage
There is recourse

We were born of rays
An experienced haze
It set a blaze in her eyes
When we told the lie

Just look at us now
We are all so very proud...

What is you, is also me
We are the space in between
We are the dark
We are the light
We exist far beyond sight

Because the end
We never reach

It's safely hidden in the deep

Beneath the Fears
And ****** Years
Lying in wait....
A sudden breakthrough, my dear!

Welcome Home

Just look at us now...
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