#666
Draft g
They are hurting now they're numb
Pins and needles take another one
A pain sensation sweeps a nation
On this 666 android station
Out to **** their anti-droid
Nerves explode the unemployed
Seeing on a frequency benign
Waiting for a signal or a sign?
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 3:28 PM UTC
#All is vanity.
(Easy for the king to say
Between concubines . . .)
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 9:50 AM UTC
I've hit my six sixty sixth follower
oh what can that portend?
I'm devil spawn, or evil marked
or maybe just, an impish trend?
The mark's an omen still
books and other trappings set
in movies and in theater known
an augur dire, for the clergy gets upset
A beastly moniker of old
in revelations, so defined
as ride the horsemen, four
following, the grand design
Lets light the bonfire, build it high
and dance the moon, till full
being naked in the light
it's all a load
of bull
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Tech-spawned personae
Introduce themselves:
CGI Barbies walk pretty
Tik Tok talk pretty . . .
Filters falter
(Ken follows).
Powers given:
Fake likes, fake stats
Syncopated algorithms
Gas-lit shadow bans
Dead mockingbirds
Dying media
Reanimated.
<Chips implanted>
Power is given
To the beastly image:
Mainstream mediocrity
For mediocretins.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 5:37 PM UTC
Somewhere something menacing is happening
Overtaking the mind cantankerous me, here inside the apartment. No longer making plans, exciting friends, hosting
anything
More than a before noon call to maintenance or planned visit from someone else’s friend- concocted thirteen months ago. What has made them so afraid to ever allow themselves to enjoy, the chance at sour or sweet, umami, or something in between vexes these feet under-beat.
Seemingly never to trammel a midnight sidewalk or sweaty cramped R&B/Soul Dance party.
some third floor walk up
4:00a.m.
stranger’s unfurnished creative space
Friday untied to Monday
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
I am never gonna change.
I don't need to.
I'm already everyhing.
I am what you call deranged.
People see that.
I'm already dead.
Far away and out of range.
I don't want to.
I don't need friends.
I am never gonna change.
Just so you would.
Start to like me.
I am not controlled or stopped.
Say goodnight to niceties.
Goodbye to free will.
Hello misery.
If you ever cross me.
I'm sorry doctor.
There's nothing to cure.
I just hurt because I can.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
constantly confessing sins
never knowing forgiveness
like a man with a book
but unable to read
or a fool hoarding gold
and dying from hunger
enslaved to the pride of life
the measure of men
of winning and success
compelled to boast
the works of one's arms
flaunting wit, or foolishness
but oblivious to the exposure
of their nakedness and vulgarity
of pain and confusion
of faith in their strength and wit
of the Mark of Man
on their arms and foreheads
believing by strength of will
what is given and not by works
the soul betraying the flesh
in double mindedness and hypocrisy
seduced by free will
but enslaved to another's will
but the further apart,
the more fervent
to execute the command
to impose commands
on their neighbours
when the only command is love
by the measure they measure
they are measured
for they have become
the enemy they condemned
and judgement is just
for evil judges evil
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 6:59 AM UTC
I have no perspective, I
bring nothing new.
I absorb everything, I
am pressed to consume.
I consume. They press me,
to consume me, to imbibe,
to savor the flavor of
the fruits to their labor.
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game correctly.
(. . .rebranding. . .)
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game.
If I'm alive, then we're ******
If I die, then you're ******
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
These days, the sun sleeps against
a wistful twisting of violet blue.
Pretention? Brake pad. You
told me that
my cadence is lyrical,
so, which is it, Mister?
I know myself to hell.
The mistake I keep making
is letting another tell
me they know me
just as well.
I mean, maybe.
I mean, maybe.
-- though, the more often you say it,
I can't help but think that the odds
come up in your favor ever less.
I know myself to hell.
The mistake I keep making
is letting another tell
me they know me
just as well.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
Papa sat
on his porch
smoking cigarettes.
Papa sat
on his porch
drinking black coffee.
Papa sat
on his porch
watching history
repeat itself.
Would he have lied
about this life?
What did he do?
Do I care?
He's dead. He's done.
He's my black bread.
Would he have lied
about this life?
What did he do?
Do I care? Do I care?
Papa said,
Don't lie.
Don't ever cut your ties
on accident, with some
accidental psychosis.
Kid, know your mind.
Kid, live your life.
Papa said,
Don't break.
Don't snap yourself in half
folding for other eyes,
Please,
Keep living, Kid.
Learn to bend.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
I do regret my mistakes,
can't let my regret take away
my drive to do great things.
I do strive for steady strides,
can't let my impetus subside
behind the crashing waves.
I do regret my mistakes,
can't let my regret steal away
my drive to correct myself.
Oh, baby, I
have so
very many
mistakes
to fix, to mend
the marks
on display,
I'll start
with the one who
made the
mistakes.
I will bridge the past
to the future and I'll use
the present as the sling
with which I'll send my self.
I'll be great.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
You wrap around
me, like a fog.
Haze of bitter
sweet miasma.
Smothering.
Smothering.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC
No one
worth your time
will give a ****
honey.
No one
worth your love
will give a fight,
baby.
Learn your personality.
Learn humility.
Work on the flaws.
Defend your deepened heart.
No one
worth your time
will give a ****
lovey.
No one
worth your art
will give a fight,
child.
Deep and directed,
do. Those deep
in the win or the lose
will see you
taking a tragic loss,
but you'll know.
And that's enough!
Oh my good ness
***** how ee gonna be?
God Almighty, shot
me, now I fall like lightning.
The mass effect
best keep you ***** earth low --
so make them fail:
haul all of your mines tow.
Anyone want a piece of this?
The more you *****
the more I'll **** --
Home court, that's how it goes,
but on my court
you switch your roles.
Is the first base defense
another defensive pretense?
Duh.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
Reject
logic & respect
empathy --
expecting delivery,
goods given,
same goods returned.
I wanted to
merge into you,
the first sight
of your face.
Still do.
Still do.
I still do.
I still ******* do.
I want to
fall
into you.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
This happened before.
Your eyes. Your world.
Your lust. Your lies.
This happened before.
Your heart. Your hurt.
Your best. Your worst.
This happened before.
Your taste. Your scent.
Your loss. Your win.
One could say, I have a taste
for the familiar.
Grace, is still waiting alone,
for me to see my mistakes.
but
I see the shapes.
I see the forms.
I dip my toes in the destruction.
I fail, to be reborn.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Circus Who Cares
arrives by night, places
fliers in torchlight.
Circus Some ****
riding train. Look
where graffiti is facing.
It's true, tracks can divide.
John Hughes marketed lies.
It's true, it's difficult --
But in this cult, none of us
wants to be you.
F < |< 666
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC
The sixth opened on the sixth
history prophesised, future past
sun and moon eclipsed
heavens and earth shaken
moon bloodied, stars fell
earth ripped apart, time perturbed
graves opened
the dead arose to life
the living buried themselves
immortal died
mortality perished
blood spilled, living marked
wait for the number of Man
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
What a vicious punk --
I'm pretty sure he lies about his age.
What's with the bow and ponytail?
Desert skin curtained by auburn,
socketed with emerald eyes.
Who does he think he's fooling?
What a deplorable. . .
I'm pretty sure his skill with a sword
is comparable to beginners.
Pillow lips protect a silver tongue.
While we work, he's in the taverns,
playing at conversation.
What a queer young man --
Even back on Jalima he ruffled
feathers on the goodly wings.
I wouldn't trust a man who would
speak, over choosing violence.
Who does he think he's fooling?
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
Quando sparisco
ti sembra tutto calmo
ma è una calma apparente!
Tu credi io sia morta
che mi hai persa per sempre..
ma se guardassi oltre l’apparenza,
vedresti un angelo che nella notte
piange lacrime nere e raffina la tecnica,
affila il coltello per conficcartelo in testa.
Non preoccuparti
che poi tanto l’altra me
verrà a portarti un fiore sulla tua tomba
e cambiando ancora anima,
allontandosi si volterà ridendo
compiaciuta del delitto che ha commesso
perchè infondo ti avrá restituito addosso
il male che tu le hai fatto dentro!
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
Gambling with Tarot cards,
got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased,
The Devils in the details and He knows me well,
holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast,
it’s when you’re the most up,
that they want you to leave the least,
it’s getting dangerous at the table,
I’ve got the whole pie and every guy wants a piece,
used to trade in seashells,
now we’ve got black cards and private tables for us VIPs,
and the lovely ladies know me well,
like a pizza pie or birthday cake everyone wants a piece,
it’s amazing what a few million will do,
and I’m confident so I don’t need a crew,
rolling solo till my cause of death reads “FOMO”,
I mean if you had these opportunities/risks you’d take them too,
which is why you can always find,
me at the table all in with my chips out,
no kids no wife no significant other,
so I’m spending it all on whichever chics has her **** out,
a conscious writer but still in a man’s body,
so how you like me now,
no Toby Keith or kobe beef,
just these og vegetables,
but I’m not what I eat,
I’m so much more,
and I’m not a meet and greet,
nor a mall because I’ve got much more in store,
so please pass the drinks por favor,
in Colombia with a straw and some Coca-Cola,
drinking so much I feel like the Drink King,
drinking like a Drink King,
listening to Drake sing his song “Controlla”,
in real life no real wife,
I mean I really know Drake,
but anyways I’m not here to get distracted,
so let me backtrack to the point I was trying to make,
which is that it’s tough to stay vicious,
when blessed with the gifts that so many wish to have,
which is sorta suspicious gift the fact that the 6 is,
a card that appears 6 times in the Tarot deck’s stack,
Six of Wands 6 of Swords,
Six of Cups Six of Pentacles,
6 to represent the card of The Lovers,
Tarot decks reflect my self we’re both collectibles,
only difference is with me there’s only one,
maybe that’s why they offer everything in exchange for only my time,
“Here take this money take these drugs take these luxuries!”,
“Take anything that will at least be a chance for me to call you mine!”,
says many Ones often but they are mistaken,
because I can’t be there’s I’m not even mine,
I am no one’s I am no thing,
I am only a part of The Whole which is The Divine,
and I know all this,
I know that I’ve been bestowed with all these blessings,
still I can’t help but fall victim to the sins within Man,
which is why I see you can find me at the table gambling things,
gambling with Tarot cards,
got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased,
The Devils in the details and He knows me well,
holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast…
∆ LaLux ∆
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
To poetry,
There is all kinds of women out there, women in the physical form, it’s only their personality is there difference is & where I value, soft spoken voices, touches over poetry curves, breathes & gasps, eyes like stars I gaze upon, addiction to romance, lets us talk in deep discussion, if not, let me glare deep in the eyes that you own, experience life together, let me experience you, love is a deep concern of mine. But such concerns I cannot commit to pen & paper that produces poetry. Love, bleeding into one soul as neo-enlightenment.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
What surprise?
The model is tied
To our constructions,
Roughly,
But it sends the smoke
Screen away to reveal
A pattern and form.
The modern man
With a ***** seeks to find
Purpose in his *********
But the finding may be done
In an abject lack
And sitting in place.
What surprise?
The (alpha) man
Who rapes control
Will prostrate
Himself
To the systems
Ensuring access
To unrestricted
Greed and Lust.
That ******
It's not about you
At the bottom --
Deep and down, we
Share this problem:
Models up above, on
Pedestals take
Both testosterone
And estrogen to
Oppressive absolutes.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
What does it matter what I believe,
When I see the whole world staring back at me
Amethyst Eyes stare at me like I'm insane
I'm just trying to embrace what I am
If that makes me the Devil
That God himself be ******
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
My worst nightmare is going to Heaven (am I already there?)
Reflections of my warped mind stare back at me
When I was frustrated I told you to slam the door behind you
I'm killing you and you're slowly killing me
Society shuts down my true feelings and turns me into a clone
We all know we're all alone but no one takes action
Hell will be a place without hope. Hell is this life
Got nothing better to do anyways
Sometimes they just end it all but nothing ever happens
Good friendly violent fun in store for all
My ears close, leaving me with the ring of nothingness
As the steel machine keeps turning
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
I've hit it, yes, I have
I finally made it here
Too my 666, the devil's prose
I fear
In my veins and blood
the horror, and the rhyme
Driving me to evil thoughts
and maybe even, crime
Read ye, naive the reader
and skip your 666
Jump to the six six seven
baffling, ol nick
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC