Habitual Delirium

I uh, wrote this after being some-what homeless as a minor. I had nowhere to stay that night but with some people, who are to-this-day the craziest criminal masterminds I’ve ever met. I was on a lot drugs, that I no longer do at the time I wrote this. An early attempt at symbolism, and writing what my environment was like.

Welcome Letter

Welcome to my blog! I’m assuming you’re new to my page, as I’m new to this website. Since this is a new blog and there’s not much material on here yet, I wanted to have a brief welcome letter to kind of give anyone visiting my page an idea of what my page is about.Continue reading “Welcome Letter”

Schismatic And Divisional

EXCERPT Schismatic and Divisional,Borders, and walls,Us vs. them,Driving towards black and white,For a grey race,When you’re treated as the adversary,Why be anything but?Really, bacteria eating itselfLike becoming our own maggots,Devouring our own flesh,Just cannibals,Concerned about everything except for ourselves,But nothing for anyone else,At the same time,Devouring manufactured thoughts,That are but the product,Of a industrialized mentality,WhereinContinue reading “Schismatic And Divisional”

Seizure Of The Soul

A poem/complaint about my unfortunate health conditions. Feeling it tonight… Tremors – beyond control! Insomnia – beyond my sanity! Seizures – death to my soul… Seizures. Another seizure. Another life flashes before my eyes and burning from within-without. Shaking, convulsing, Internally, Externally, and Wherein, I am but a conduit betwixt two opposing, and abject currentsContinue reading “Seizure Of The Soul”

Haiku For The 2020 Election

This is definitely not a “traditional haiku” by any means. The style of haiku I’m sorting of drawing influence from here would be Jack Kerouac’s “haikus” as he called them. A style which sort of allows a little bit more autonomy over the structure. The actual content of the poem, was inspired by the thoughtContinue reading “Haiku For The 2020 Election”

The Requisition

This poem was written for the title track of an album I recorded about a year ago. My xenophobia for Death,Is understood now,Is now but a requisite,A prayer, for suchThe philanthropist has been beaten,Except not to a pulp,But a sociopath,With an underlying potential,Even thirst, for violence. Years of anesthesia,Has numbed all but pain,A broken machine,Continue reading “The Requisition”

Naloxone Resurrection

Seven needles, overdose me seven times I am his son, with the Holy Spirit I rise For I am the second-coming, believe in me With noxious communion, for thy children I am eternal, in my naloxone resurrection

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