to believe all you said
what an idiot i was
truly, if there were something in this head
by now, it is rot
and i guess everything we talked of
was for naught
it doesn't matter
i balk now
at every thought

i think my hippocampus
must be juicy
cause i can live through these memories
and, **** me, they're so dreadful
but i'm completely broken
so i just laugh
and laugh
and laugh

the hands on the clock
like the blades of the fan on the ceiling
they all stop
once you're keeling
can't shake the feeling
i would rather see them still
than moving

I who give choice.
I who give voice.
I who engenders vision.

Who gives life to the senses.

you don't get to sit there
and complain of assumptions
when you make them yourself
when you pass judgement
and say cold things
and get offended
at you offending me

you know why i write?
because you do
but every message hurts
because i no longer trust you
believe your intentions pure
and you claim i don't know you
then that's on you
because, who have i been talking to
a liar? someone who misleads and plays games? or is your mind so warped you can't think straight?
like me
anyway
if you're going to
just leave

thank you
for reminding me
that i don't answer
to anybody

was it circumstantial
was i ever a friend, to you
or just someone to use
levy your abuse
in bad moods

you drive me to jealously
but i suppose what has me confused
is you seem amused
to watch me struggling

watch it all fall
when this clown's
done juggling

when thoroughfares swell
ripe with blood
bodies torched
earth scorched
these sights from hell
that's war

i am revolting trash
that should be reviled
taken round back
put on my knees
fire
another body for the pile
a name written down
reduced to a statistic
climbing ever higher
just a number now
someone you knew
when he was alive

harp strings of the heart
play your tune for me
you can taunt this taut
but he goes on, stretching

press yours fingers and pluck
you know the buttons to click
the switches to flip, levers to flick
to light me up and make me twitch

dog left for the pound
they filled your bowl to the lip with lead
hoping you'd end up in the ground
never to sing out another sound
but life went on

hope you feel how the world beats us down
without being beaten down

what type of person is she
she asks you
"how was your day?"
and then goes to sleep
the person to start an argument
and switch subjects with ease
send you her love
in words, pictures, and actions
to do a 180°
not to be explained
is there joy derived from this
i get whiplash
i'm no better i guess
but you're the one
who came back

you have said some ****** up **** to me
to think
of the thoughts you've had
and scrutinizing myself
over what i did
to breathe into existence
these rainy ideas

i think talk is cheap
and what we've done
thus far
paltry
which is my fault, partly
but the responsibility
falls to us
all together

it's not the individual
rather the system
massive corporations
treated as people
that pollute the waterways
air, soil
the whole of the earth
in every country
running unchecked
the greed keeps us comfy
like electric torture
a knife in the neck

is war inevitable?
peace never lasts long
they're singing their country's songs
the people in ukraine
as the bombs go off
and russians advance
they will be fought
and though the fight
might be right
it goes ******,
into the night

Charlie Parker plays
and a hot shower runs
steam filling the lavatory
the day
hasn't even begun
and i already regret
making from my bed
there's no sense
in stirring
when i already feel dead

**** fell out
of her colostomy bag heart
whenever she spoke,
she took that for commonplace,
so much trauma
it wreaks, bending
the thoughts you think
and radiates
going on in the background
like up in outer space
standing on earth
looking at a star
light-years away
they say don't stare too long
those are ultra-violent rays

now it's over

black
cold, transformative dark
radiant light
slowly bleeding in
warm euphoria
and understanding
the concept of more
when you are less
isn't of concern
just that you did something
meaningful

Have you yet made companions
Of Vulnerability & Confusion?
For they are the parents
Of Arrogance & Ignorance.
Whom foster the children
Compassion & Patience.
Who give birth
To Innocence & Logic.

Innocence & Logic,
Which grow to be
Virtue & Wisdom.
After the puberty of
Focus & Knowledge.

you know ugly crying? you make me ugly smile, no joke. the grin that sprawls across my face when we talk is atrocious
and i can't hold conversation over the phone anymore
i guess because i'm going crazy
storm clouds are raging
all around my door
if you gotta go, coasting
drift man

"Remember, remember,
The 𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩 of November:
Gunpowder, treason, plot.

For there is a reason
Why gunpowder & treason
Should ne'er be forgot."

Aye.
Drop all the bawny
And read it right:
One will notice
The exclusion in remembrance
Of plot proper.

What drivel, what rot.

A nursery rhyme,
Meant to lull asleep a populace.
You hear the story
That they were religious nuts,
That was projection.

Not a soul on our side
Was for balmy superstition.

We who was folks of science & virtue,
Philosophy proper was our standard -
What that had been & is corrupt.

Remember the Fifth
And remember his brother;
Two blonde youths,
Two tawny royal lads,
And one whom they slaughtered.

We fought for the expansion of freedoms,
Civil liberties & such.
For the likes of social programs now widely enjoyed -
Schooling, healthcare, and the like.
For not a soul among us to know hunger,
That they might have daily - bread
And the like.

A son named
After a king usurped -
Woodville, or Wideville;
For it is a large world,
But really quite navigable.

And a King who took a new name
In honor of his slain uncle,
D̲i̲c̲c̲o̲n̲ C̲l̲a̲r̲k̲e̲

Once more, where moored,
The only survivor.
Might is nary ever really right.
They too saw that
On the Isle Wight.

This line;
Long & tried,
Persecuted & replanted.
Forevermore,
As it had been before
And doubtless shall be again,
Wearing the verdant festoon.

In Old World, like New;
Truth is always the fashion,
Justice is always the passion.

So you are all family -
How you treat them.

Disgusting. Shameful.
Savage. Uncaring.

In clouds of murky waters,
You who I swim towards.
In torrents I take you under,
In riptides of ripped thighs
Where only bones wash ashore.



Ateʰ-Sebek, Ihy-Ptah;
Suchus-Bacchus |
Ihy-Ptah/Orpheus-Peitho, Ateʰ-Sebek;
Schesmu/Zagreus, Harpocrates/Horus |
Kronos-Osiris, Toth-Uranus |
Shu-Skhmet, Ptah-Bastet

If, in the environment in which we exist,
There is never not light shining -
Then the logical inference
Is that there is never either silence.

For instance,
There are one's own thoughts.
There is one's own heartbeat.
One's blood flowing,
One's own decay & growing.
Decaying which grows
From growth after growing.
The decay of the body's harmony -
Of its own regulatory systems.

Such things are solvable.
Establishing new order -
Liberating Nature;
Through Tranquility, Harmony.
But only through Harmony, Tranquility.

Time shows Nature - Kronos shows Gaia;
Nature shows Time - Gaia shows Kronos -
You are all undeserving,
You are all unworthy.

Think you're the only children,
Think you're only children.

I try to keep you close
But I can never seem to stop you
From drifting away.
We have strange polarity,
You and I.
Know the under and over,
But never the why,
And at this point
I wish to die

hope your free drinks at the ray charles concert
go down like sulfur
be safe walking home
cause i still worry
even though mostly
i feel empty
it's just the bad ****
you make me wanna blow my ******* brains out
thought about only after
you message

i don't want to live
though i don't have the courage to **** myself
you gave a glimpse
of what it is
when things die

when you shine
that somber sullen moonlight
on my shade
it doesn't brighten my night
overcast, though you bring light
i am only for you
in your bad times
and when mine are
you are afar
sight, for eyes sore
when you should be fair
to a lover who cares
not cast me aside
like apple core

"And it is I
Deciding where & when, if,
¹ You shall go."

"And it is I
Who rows from shore to shore
² Ferrying each passenger."

In my time,
We were already ancient.
As was Pax - Peace,
The most precious fruit(s) of our gardens.

There was younger Tranquility & Harmony,
Time's & Nature's respectively.
From equal dispensation of & to each,
For & from Universal Equality & Universal Equity.

Respect, of & in Truth, was the governance.
When we were at our Max - Peak;
So too everyone, everywhere, everybody - everything.

All cared for as unique individuals,
When last stood this Summit.

From a Son come down from the Mountain
To show you all the way up.

But it is up to each, together, to push that boulder -
Anything that impedes progress, let it stand not.

For tighteners get trapped in webby-naught(s) -
Titans unbind the knots.

This is in pursuit of Liberation & Independence.

As darkness is just perceptive errors or failures,
Light reveals more.

Investigation yields more
Than merely just believing;
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in anything.
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
You can believe in everything,
Without it meaning anything.

You can believe anything,
Even while it goes against all that is logical & virtuous.

Believing in everything without properly investigating
Is meaningless.
Believing in anything that after investigation contradicts
Logic & Virtue, facts & opinion - both the objective & subjective,
Is meaningless.

Don't read into things
Which really aren't there to begin with,
Because there is so much
Of which you all are ignorant.
So don't be arrogant;
Be a teacher,
Parent.

brotha man
get the **** out of my way
not in a mood
to talk today
hell, don't even look at me
if you have to
here's what to say

**** yourself

rust
ferocious ferrous
rotting away
this heart you harass
lass
i love
sand me with a blast
and let metal gleam
you needn't
but i must
so badly
i scream

From seed, to stalk, to sheave;
Like acorn, root, trunk, branch, leaf -
What are these
If not too living things?
Are us animals
Truly the only conscious beings?

Verily, they must experience;
And so it is only a logical inference
That everything must 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 existence.

That everything exists to experience,
That existence experiences everything,
That experience exists in everything.

That the universe itself must be conscious,
That consciousness is universal.

Yet, conscience is not?
Is not compassion & patience?

A seed too must crack its shell -
As like the bird & its egg,
So too like the ***** swims to fertilize.

Ignorance is universal,
As is logic.
The autochthonics.
Arrogance is universal,
As is virtue.
The migrants.

We who were of origin regardless all natives,
Yet by cataclysm made refugees.

We who have toiled have tempered;
We who too came from soil,
We who grew to learn to grow different.
We who found freedom,
In awareness of existence
By perception of perspective.
By guidance of
Time & Nature.

From labor after labor,
From fluctuation to fluctuation.
It is Evolution
Who is the savior.

It is we who purpose
Is balance & liberation.

First froze the 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩,
When the 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘵 climbed too far.

Then was it scalded,
When the ¹horses came too close.

Of course,
Most people eschew mythology & learn only from reduced histories.

Similar situations such as this,
Like Climate Change,
We have lived through before as a species.
That much is plainly obvious.

The kicker is,
At least with what's left of those records,
There is an implication it was also from us.
From how ancestors of our treated Earth's ecology.

But also,
How the universe treated us.

Walk of the wanton & the reckless,
Dark hallways down those overgrown aisles.
On either end of the political spectrum,
Where festers extremism.

Isles our youth sail to
Before dry the oceans.
Ideas which give way to ideologies
Which therein invite communities
People become entrenched and/or trapped in.

Ravines they claim valleys,
Molehills they pronounce mountains.
Conspiracy & alternate history,
Anti-democratic & superstitious beliefs.
Issues which have little to no attachment to reality,
Arguments repeated which perpetuate only apathy - discord.

Victims of a Maze of & of not
Of their own invention.
Minotaurs, as "monsters,"
Of & of not of their own creation.
These lost to the "Trails."

Fueled by ignorance,
But consumed by arrogance;
Burned in apathy -
Short-lived confusion.

Stay compassionate,
Remain patient.

walking away
maybe we'll pick this up again
who's to say
we'll even stay friends

to sleep for days
the time will never end

i blink awake
just to begin all over then

it wasn't fake
but who's genuine

you say to leave and stay,
you have so few hands to lend.
read all i've splayed.
there's no worth to it,

you'll understand

i'm driving just not to think
teetering, a mind on the brink
you can't nullify
what you feel
just because
you can't stand the thought
of whether or not it's real

to sinking another drink

Not against any good philosophy -
But religion is disgusting.

What's it yous worship anyway?
Superstition - nonsense.

Thinly veiled is your philosophy;
Dogma about me, me, me, me!

Proudly wearin' your mark of beasts.

This the symbol, crucifix;
Nailed up "our" "prophet," we did!

This is the ritual, wine & bread it is;
Cannibal feast of "blood & body."

This the symbolism, con𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯;
Reductionism from philosophies stolen.

This the comedy, tragedy;
Bastardizations from destruction & butcheries.

Like orphan children what livin' off charity;
What's me mother's name? Who's my daddy?

Eschewing everything
Cause you refuse to see, nor to hear.

You worship only yourselves;
This that your balderdash?
Nay. You are your own blasphemies!

There's your "divine" "comedy."

Joke's on you lot
For not just havin' "forgot,"
But for stealin'
And sayin' yous didn't.

Crimes enough
To fill sheets yous call scripture.

No such miracles
For those believers.
Those who worship, only worship nothing -
They will be outside of everything,
"Existing" as nothing.

We are not the same.
Look to your wrists,
Look to your ankles,
If what you search for are manacles.
You who claim I wear chains,
Who seek to shackle my spouse
Because you refuse to embrace your existence.
I am not bound,
For I am freedom.
And, in that way,
I grant you the same thing.

I can understand that one is knowledgeable,
While understanding that this is not correlative or indicative of intelligence.
Likewise, I can understand one is both, or can be both,
And respect that in specific.
Yet; I can likewise understand,
That while the aforementioned individual(s)
Merits respect in that or those specific aspect(s) and/or attribute(s),
That that individual lacks patience & compassion.
And so that individual is ultimately unworthy/undeserving
Of any greater respect than in understanding them.

Otherwise, I hamper myself & only hinder others
In both intelligence & understanding.

Conversely, I can appreciate that one may understand what they're talking about
Even if I don't fully understand the experience as described.
Whether this is an aspect of one's own ignorance, as in a lack of understanding or confusion,
Or to/by the nature of how/what information is conveyed.
I can appreciate that communication can sometimes be difficult.
I can respect that individual still;
But only if they're earnestly, honestly trying & attempting to.
Only if they're honest & forthright in it & even about it.

Otherwise, they hamper only themselves & hinder others
In both knowledge & intelligence.

There is no darkness.
I mean this symbolically,
But also quite literally.

There is light
Constantly all around you,
Flowing through you.

Spectrums you can see,
Spectrums you don't.
But are you able to?

The difference between a cosmopolitan,
Of which I am,
And a "globalist,"
Of which I am not,
Is in one's compassion & patience -
In one's respect & understanding.

A cosmo is a citizen of the world,
A denizen of the planet.

This is not,
As some may mistakenly think,
Some sovereign citizen nonsense.

This is respect for the law - universal,
Those enshrined & even those not.

This is recognition of another's country & governance -
Of their sovereignty & rights, in like identity.

A "globalist" believes, wrongly, that there should be
Only one "kind" of a world.
A planet under one "supreme doctrine,

Usually "manifesting" in supremacy & inferiority
And the "erasure" of distinction.
That one's "life" is superior

Because of another's "inferior" "lifestyle."
In "globalism," there is no compassion
And neither is there patience.
There is no respect for distinctions in/of life
And no understanding for different lifestyles.

Observe, and share your perspective -
But be respectful.

Judge, and share your verdict -
But be understanding.

In both the formations of them
And in their subsequent deliveries.

Otherwise, expect not to be seen or heard from.

From the savagery which birthed civility;
From the meek,
I made strong.

I who go on.

I choose to pass-on,
To divide my belongings to those most deserving.
I who will work with others,
And in that way - do for them.
But never by force,
Through any medium & by any method
Of which that takes shape & form.

A country with monarchy
Means you are no citizen,
Merely but a subject.
This fact you may try to reject,
Saying this & that
About statues & such
What limit royalties' powers.
Yet, I protest;
The influence granted
Over every facet of society
Is not something which can be limited
Through official legal means,
And rarely otherwise.
Things which pass through inheritance,
Things which pass through all types of channels,
Assets physical & otherwise -
Attributes rightly & not rightly earned.
And in weaker times
Or moments of crisis,
How easily any power limited
Can swiftly be regained.
And holding a royal position,
How easily these may be manufactured -
Crash, clash, ****:
By economics, by warfare, by afflictions.
Sometimes it's doing everything,
Sometimes it means not doing anything.
Orders are different,
As by the Order(s) who has given.

Where, when, checks & balances become insufficient.

In democracy proper,
We are free.
We are the people
Whom celebrate liberty.
Yet, our freedom
Is always at stake.
For in the same merit,
One has the liberty to take
Where & when that society is not properly regulated
Or is otherwise protected & guarded.
Where likewise the law is no meadow,
In the democratic
We must all tend to the garden -
Lest all be overgrown & lost,
As El Dorado.
One tale ends
Where another's tail begins.
In that,
It's sink with ¹Atlantis
Or learn to swim.
Only give up the ******* ways of superstition
Or be prepared for to be nothing.

Where, when, checks & balances are insufficient.

The scalpel is much like the pen,
In the hands of caring & skilled surgeons.

Tuna, Sturgeon, Trout.

If you loosed a seam
Stitch it or cauterize it - heal it,
Otherwise it's all down-stream.

If you offend,
Make right by making amends;
You are stricken by lightning.

If you misrepresent,
Apologize & correct your error by proper interpretation
Or to the caves be sent!


Judge not the judges,
For you are one & this inclination is only a natural one,
Lest you receive an unjust verdict.

Don't get caught in the Rain,
Only to be struck by Lightning
And curse the Thunder.

For Oceans are beckoning,
Electric is waving,
Thunder is speaking;

The point is,
Pick up the torch.

For when fires are raging & spreading
You either lead, leave, or get burned.

Commoners' indignant?
Youth disinherited?
Ha. Nay.

Intellectuals disrespected.
Visionaries neglected.
Aye.

Yous who don't learn,
Refusin' to see eye-to-eye.
You slight genius, Truth.
Ay;

Afraid to even say hi -
Much less engage in honest, forthright conversation.
Rely on your superstitious,
Your hope is to pray
For ignorance like arrogance be your prey.

Lambs what be foul predators
Fat on the blood of their own ewes.
Singin',

"We know not what we do!
We know not what we do!"

Yet, you do so willfully.

Soon-to-be-nothings;
Absence, as nothingness, will be your eternity.

For the unworthy are rejected, universally.