June 5, 2018

plaything for the gods

i was in the desert once lost in meditation i was trying to get to grips with being a plaything for the gods i met some souls sitting around a fire in the open night they were contemplating Good and Evil Lust and Sorrow all of my incantations and prayers...

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May 24, 2018

Where is her glory?

outside, the rats huddle against the cold grey shade of sky eyes trail behind her shivering as she sings softly like a morning bell metallic breath blows grim where is her glory?

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May 18, 2018

her destructive rage

  metaphorically speaking a kooky dream bounces between erotic romance turned gripping taboo restrained, repressive struggling to contain her destructive rage, she falls unkempt in blood slightly deranged a killer on the loose

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May 9, 2018

I’m not dreaming

This isn’t finished, but I thought I’d share it with you anyway as a sort of working out loud post.  Plus my brain is fried right now. I can barely string these few sentences together. // I’m not dreaming my dark eyes see a purple flower next to a burnt...

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May 1, 2018

Embrace the void

I was already in full nihilistic ready to self-destruct mode and then I read this passage from a strange little book by Val N. Tine called Nothing and Everything: How to stop fearing nihilism and embrace the void: “Do you ever ask yourself, as you try and fail to fall...

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December 29, 2017

in a view that looks the same

in a view that looks the same nothing changes except time the rain washed away the early morning silence leaving in it’s passing patches of white like tiny barren islands are all that remain of the snow on my block

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October 23, 2017

On the fate of gods and men

Is it true all men must die? How many faces will you meet before you meet your maker or your fate? Faces of me Faces of you Faces of each other as one because we are all together and i am not the walrus but i like to see them...

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October 17, 2017

On Damaged

Isolated by my own strangeness I try to bridge the unbridgeable gap between us You with your good looks and blonde hair, ice-blue eyes that beguile bewitch behead those with courage to look longer than a stare I think of something Prince would say: “Now move your big ass ‘round...

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October 10, 2017

A Kiss Is

I’m sure if we closed the distance between us we’d kiss. And that kiss would be the beginning. And that kiss would be the end. A kiss is never just a kiss.

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September 28, 2017

Stroke My Terror

You don’t want to go where this leads I dropped my airpod on your breasts You never give me your honey but the coffee you serve is the best I stroke my terror to find joy Oh I’m going to burn in Hell alright I promise I’ll burn well though...

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September 14, 2017

To The Other Side

Let’s make a run for the spectators who hesitated at the moment of freedom, sacrificed all the books, all the paintings and the music. Burnt the old culture to the ground. It’s an impossible situation. The old gods formed a circle, held hands, sang Kumbaya until the lady with the...

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August 14, 2017

Some things change; some things stay the same

I’ve decided to blow up my blog theme again and try something new. Actually I’ve had this theme for a while, just never used it. I’m undecided as to whether to do full blog post on the page format or some variation of the grid style blog or the read...

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May 7, 2017

Nightmare hooligan

I wasted many years chasing windmills and waterfalls. Now I finally act my age, and my friends feel uncomfortable when I’m serious. So I play the clown, the eternal court jester, the fool. I’m a nightmare hooligan with a bloody nose seeking the Book of Knowledge and the Truth, if...

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May 6, 2017

another season

As a child I never saw a vision of what I wanted to be, or if I did it was a fleeting glimpse. The poets told me what I could be, my teachers told me what I should be, now I only know what I don’t want to be. I...

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May 1, 2017

Train Wreck

She’s a train wreck in a black mini dress. I stood on the tracks, watched her approach. There was nothing I could do to stop her.

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April 28, 2017


Ok, not the most upbeat subject for a Friday, but one does not pick and choose when these things come.

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