words mean nothing
when talking to The Void
and only screaming in reply
decades of attempts have shown you why
you shouldn’t even try
and yet, you still keep
talking to The Void
and wondering why
you’re left frustrated & annoyed
with someone fluent in an alien tongue
someone who listens to what you say
but can only scream in reply
so why even try
when words mean nothing?
How is everyone? Anyone still read this site? Ok, good. Here’s what I’ve thinking about lately.
I recently realized that I’ve had this blog for several years now. The rules of Time are something I respect but don’t follow at all.
It doesn’t even feel that long ago. I remember the night I signed up on WordPress. I didn’t have a plan & I can’t rightly say that I do now.
With that said, I’ve grown a lot since I started this blog; emotionally, spiritually, and more. My life is in a different direction & it only makes sense that the things I share on this blog reflect that. I never want to force content & I’ve realized I’ve been having difficulty with creating.
So. I have a lot of ideas swimming around in my head & too much planning is causing them to drown and make me feel over-hydrated. I don’t where shore is exactly but I’m picking a direction and going that way, full speed ahead.
Here is the space for any feedback you’d like to share/or any questions you’d like to ask about my work & this blog. Whether positive or negative. Whether you’ve been following me for a while or you’re just tuning in.
I want to hear from you. I only ask you be constructive & courteous.
~a glimpse of you~
~even a peripheral millisecond or two~
too much. too many.
to see your face
all the ways i’d want to recognize you
have probably mutated into a dysmorphic snafu
just a crazed & confused squirrel gathering nuts for a job,
a total one-sided arms-race towards total self destruction…
well, as they say
“nutty is as nutty does”
(or something like that)
a soul long gone, sucked dry by a black hole
in the far depths of deep space 9
i don’t have to look to see
that a stranger moved in, insidiously
hindsight is always 20/20
but the past remains an enigma
it’s some cosmic villainy
though not that surprising
stranger things have happened
& impossible things are happening all the time
if it’s at all possible,
in your eternal disgrace,
don’t bring that bloodthirsty dual faced zēlos anywhere close
to me & mine
not so much as a glimpse
stay hidden in the proverbial shadows
I’m taking responsible for the energy I allow to take up space in my soul
if you have nothing productive to contribute, you’ve got to go
there’s no home for you here
daily prompt: Simmer
a neverending nightmare
like a toxic case of a deep down ugly spell
whittling away at my health points in a role playing game
sleep is, once again, becoming less a temporary break from the ridiculous nature of our collective consciousness that we are forced to participate in & becoming more of a continuation of the same, that I have no control over
oh, how my dreams mock me
broadcasting my failures & teasing me with optimistic subliminal images of what could,
should, happen in the future
a remote in my hand that doesn’t work
involuntarily watching what ever happens to be on
like a bird in flight snapping its neck against a squeaky clean window
it’s getting harder to know if I’m going the right way
please just let me rest
that’s all I have to say
middle of the road
not particularly memorable
& not all that interesting either
Oh, that’s familiar.
minor background character in everyone else’s lives
try chewing the scenery! improvise! go off the script!
the secret’s out. there’s no script.
the main conflict in the main story line in at least several different stories at a time
Best make your own script
‘less you want to get stuck in someone else’s shit
shit-dick from butt-bumping the ground, Le Grind
a place you ain’t meant to fit
purple holly, so legit
you’ve got my mind so whipped
that my hips just dip
and whip up a fury in the sea
get right to the point
right when the moment is the most crucial
I just fade to grey…
I guess I’m just neutral.
via Daily Prompt: Tender
Pardon me for breathing, am I suffocating you?
Pardon me for living, am I constantly in your way?
Pardon me for frolicking, do you ever get to play?
Pardon me for being, what kind of voodoo do you do?
Primal deep down rumblings
rolling like thunder
a volcano’s peak crackling seconds before eruption
head dizzy from concussions
blows from metal batons held in the hands by The Unsaveables
rain down upon my cranium and grab my unmentionables
wanting, demanding, my submission
This is no longer just minor superstitions
conspiracy truths veiled without our permission
killing us, our blood fueling the system
opposite of what of what we’ve been told, its quite the juxtaposition
with armored pigs trained to kill on commission
while the rest generate plans for a mental prohibition
Idiocracy overnight, controlled by a mad magician
Oh no, Sir.
Not while I still have my cognition.
I’m On A Mission.
Don’t Say I Didn’t Warn Ya
“nothing comes for free now
in manifest destiny
so what’s it gonna be now?
someone’s gonna have to pay
what’s your dearest dream?
does it feel like what it seemed now?
was it worth the screams now?
…perhaps your silence is payment enough