LP No. 04_2021_semantic systematics

enslaved to an empire built:

on the dreams of the deceased
and
the blood of their betters
and
on the backs of ghosts, scarred by wicked greed.

we march forward,
at war with everything
but the devils inside.

we march forward
down the same path,
dreaming and,
warring, and
enslaving,
for saving.

blind
to our consent,

we lie
and sink
into a wealth
of pain,
fighting,
with advesary in tow.

Eternal Soulstice Eyes (a prayer for winter)

through the
grey cold
of the coming dark,
closed eyes
see
only wonder
and light.

 
lost in the emptiness of
the long nights,
i settle before
the scrubbed hearth,
lost in a reverie
of endless possibility.

the beauty of Spring,
Summer,
&
Autumn
all wrapped up
within,
feeding this
flame.

such beauty i feel.
such beauty and love.

 
come walk beside me,
in the fire of my soul,
and I will remind you of the wonders
within yours.

 
close your eyes.
let us warm ourselves
in the solitude of winter.

 

alphabet soup hustle

letters
and
words
are sacred to me.

 

I use them
to create.

 

I connect them
to release my hate.

 

I juggle them
to relate.

 

I dance with them
to sketch my fate.

 

 

I quilt them together
to kidnap you
for some brief moments of time
and,
when you are in the grasp
of my grandiloquent bombast,
I drown you
in MY worlds
of joy (and fear),
and ego.

 
I want you to smile
and,
I want you to weep.

I
want
you
to
like
me.

 

I value myself,
without your praise.

I love
me,
without your clicks.

money cometh
&
money leaveth,
but the soul
(my soul
&
yours too)
knows
true love when it reads it.

What I create may be crap,
but I promise,
I’ll never shit on a page
and try to sell you gold.

 

 

 

 
“write for the soul
not the metrics” – Augustus Diesel