writer – Poetry Of Tantrik Nihilist

To Wilt

Ideologues seeded from self-insistent, self-evident data presented as proof Are only such to the self, and to the disciple adherent, kindred, and stemming thereof Beliefs, and fundamentalisms, are tainted by external harmony needed to blossom Referencing purity, thriving on sameness is to tread in a cyclic xenophobia, This will surely wilt our roots.

The Sad Clown

Everyday I paint a smile,Over this frown,Only to have cried it off,By the Sun’s going down, Tying my shoes together,For your sick pleasure,Tripping on over-sized leather,My expense, at your leisure An entire life on the tight-rope,Another squirt of seltzer in the eye,Finally under this big top,You laugh, I fall, I die. Tying my shoes together,ForContinue reading “The Sad Clown”

The Preta

Note: Preta (Sanskrit: प्रेत, Standard Tibetan: ཡི་དྭགས་ yi dags), also known as hungry ghost, is the Sanskrit name for a type of supernatural being described in Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, and Chinese folk religion as undergoing sufferinggreater than that of humans, particularly an extreme level of hunger and thirst. Pretas are invisible to the human eye,Continue reading “The Preta”

My Poem About Sexism Featured In South Broadway Ghost Society

This is actually from a couple years ago. Pre-existent to my having a blog on here, so I thought I’d share. This one was written when I was about 20/21 is so. So it’s older for sure. https://soboghoso.org/2020/03/26/sexualitatis/

Aphorism On Insomnia

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.

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.