Life is analogous to the suffrage of the insomniac. Just as one lays all night, we lay our whole lives, in delusion, and yearning for rest, from the experience of the day.
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Haiku On History
Blood, theink that historyis, written in.
Taoist Hymn
Let the five things be,United, pure and virtuous,The way of,Clear-skied, sunny and nurturing,The weather of,Safe-travelling, flat-landed and bereft of beasts,The terrain of,Of One’s self, without One’s self and prosperous,The leadership of,Common, special and singular,The discipline of,The perfectOne.
Feature In Edge Of Humanity Magazine
I’m pleased to announce that the wonderful Edge Of Humanity Magazine featured one of my poems! I wrote the poem (Sister) one night thinking about my sister that passed when I was seven, and she twelve. Go check out Edge Of Humanity here on WordPress, or their website. There’s a link to my feature hereContinue reading “Feature In Edge Of Humanity Magazine”
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”
Haiku For The Opioid Epidemic
Bloody red poppiesbleeding in February,– sick in flu season.
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”
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”
Poetry Of Tantrik Nihilist 