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Thursday, February 28, 2019

Baptizing A Cat




Some of my friends, 
are closet homosexuals, 
while some of my friends do drugs.
Some people see something wrong with that, 
but as every minute passes,
as the seconds go by,
they are really just hiding too much.
And we know why.

Some of my friends claim prophets,
are knocking on my backdoor window and screen.
If I really wanted to know what they’re talking about,
I would just turn on the damn tv.

Some of my friends are landlocked land lovers,
though I may be including myself.
Let’s just cruise for once.
as every single fish looks cross-eyed, 
and tells us were not living.

I’ll indulge myself, maybe a week or two,
full of foods that were made in a lab.
I could enjoy myself but every single waking moment,
I fantasize of the paste it originally was.

Statements that I hear from Interpol,
say were mellow but so perverse.
We complement ourselves,
as we waist our time.
I really don’t know what is worse.

To face a death squad, 
in the middle of the night,
or listen to a tambourine, 
or to control others thoughts, 
and electricity,
just to turn on the tv screen.

When in Rome is a popular term, 
if you were born just yesterday.
Let’s just put our swords together,
in King Arthurs courts,
and kill all who we think are unworthy.

Some politicians are fake and screwy,
but I can still say the same about myself.
I think I talk too much,
as I play video games.
Now let’s get back to my friends. 

Some of my friends think god,
is some squandering child, 
living on the streets.
I may have believed this once,
when I was young and dazed,
but it could have been the drugs.

Statements I hear from Interpol, 
say were mellow but so perverse.
We complement ourselves,
as we waist our time.
I really don’t know what is worse.

To face a death squad,
in the middle of the night,
or listen to a tambourine, 
or to control others thoughts,
and electricity, 
to turn on the tv screen.




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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

I Need To Tell You, I Don't Believe it



I need to tell you,
I don't believe it,
but I'm really hungry. 

The hunger, 
strikes the chords,
and it rings to,
ease and please me. 

So we get a lift.
Feel this carthasis. 
Let the car explode.
Move on down the road. 

I need to tell you,
I don’t beilieve it
but I'm just unstable.

The jittery feeling,
down my legs, 
is just a way to,
feel the plague.

I really wish that,
the ending will, 
just keep me watching.

But the muddled words,
and the panic chords,
and this bloody wrench.
Lets finish this. 

I need to tell you, 
I don’t believe it,
but I think I’m famous. 

I saw my face,
on the news,
and there's more I can do.

I really need this, 
to go through smoothly, 
and although,
I’m too unruly. 

I feel the headache,
down my spine, 
and I feel,
it's all fey.

I say quit now,
you get out of town,
when you go broke,
just come back home. 

When you come back,
don’t have a heart attack.
I just filled the walls,
with the weight of the world. 



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Monday, February 25, 2019

Leak 2/25/19

Three posts this week


I Need To Tell You, I Don't Believe It: Poetry-2/26/19 5:00 MST


Baptizing A Cat: Poetry- 2/28/19 5:00 MST 500th post!


Flavor Of The Weak: Poetry-3/2/19 5:00 MST



This week is very special for the blog. We will reach the 500th post on my blog this week and that entry will be radically different to previous content. The post will be called "Baptizing A Cat" and instead of typical stuff my blog has tackled, it is a social commentary though still a poem. Hopefully you guys will like it. The reception of the post will dictate of other avenues the blog can go and please, let me know what you think. 






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Saturday, February 23, 2019

Full of Doubt




















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Thursday, February 21, 2019

Thinking of Me




When every corner of the Earth is bombed,
would you ever think of me?
When you are alone and cant find your home,
would you look around for trees?
I know I am a simple speck,
in your thought filled mind.
All I ask is you to remember me,
and remind, that you left me all behind.

Everything that I once wished for,
No longer mattered through these eyes.
And all at once I realized I was fine.
Your image was leaving my mind.
I was over things and especially you.
Late nights I spent to sleep alone.
I dont chase any ghosts no more,
I'd rather die than be alone.



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Tuesday, February 19, 2019

What They Say






















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Monday, February 18, 2019

Leak 2/18/19

Three posts this week.



What They Say: Visual Poetry-2/19/19


Thinking of Me: Poetry-2/21/19


Full of Doubt:Visual Poetry-2/23/19




We are approaching the 500th post on my blog not this week but next week. I have a nice piece in mind to post and it is so different from my current items. 




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Saturday, February 16, 2019

Apostates Sedition Part 2: The Vagabond















Start at the Beginning:





I have seen it with my own eyes. A vagabond capable of such love. Such comprehension, but also with animosity. I have seen the vagabond the vital piece to our reckoning. Peaceful with their own gaze. A work of art in their own name but hard and dark times are ahead. This vagabond I have seen will bring order to all. Kindred and men alike. It has a secret. A secret that will destory our fabric of existence that speaking its very words will colapse the world around our eyes for this secret must come to pass. A secret that will seal the fate of five. A secret that will combine the mass of worlds and not just one world but many. Many planets alike in their own way. A colision will occur with all these converging timelines. Many faces will look the same. Many words spoken would have been spoken before. Lives that have been lived many times. 

This vagabond has seen its work. The great unfolding. It has created much with the sllick of its words and the slightness of its mind. The vagabond will wish to undo the great horror but I will speak to you now. Much pain will come, you will wish you have not come to this strange world of great talent and thought. There is a plan for you. You must watch the events to unfold to feel the warmth in your breast. To feel the longing that you have wished for so long. You will be torn apart to be put back together in many forms and idealologies. You will become one with the creator. You will become a creator yourself and through all the torment and torture you will see that the creator has intended all this to happen. 

You will soon walk on golden shores. You will not faint when you hear the people speak your name in such content for you are a vital piece in the ever building puzzle that has graced us with its presence. You will hear the music that you have loved to grace your life with. Long and perilous events will have to unfold for you to reap your reward. A harvest that will take a millennia in many shapes and sizes. You are the final piece, yet you are the beginning and the end. God itself will shudder in your own wake for you are God’s greatest creation. God's favorite. God’s outcast. 

Surely you will quiver with this never ending task. Everyone will speak your name. Right here in this world is where you belong along with those that will come to pass. Eternity is only a creation of God’s will yet you will have it tenfold. Nobody will undertand this reckoning, nor will they begin to comprehend the cogs in the machine for it is God’s will. You will be encased in the divide and all will wish they stood where you once did. 







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Thursday, February 14, 2019

One More Dance Darling





I hope it isn’t obvious. 
With the slightness of my steps. 
Can I have this dance darling?
You’re all that I have left. 
The planets and the stars,
with the light that they give. 

It’s so reprehensible. 
It’s incomprehensible. 
It’s unforgivable. 

I hope it isn’t obvious.
With the weakness of my breath. 
One more dance darling. 
Just one final step. 
The lions roar and the planets crack,
I’m not done with you yet. 

It’s understandable. 
It’s unforgettable. 
The orchestra cues. 

Why can’t I, forget wants?
Why can’t I, stop the clock?
Why can’t I, dump what I bought?

Why can’t I, learn to stop?
Why can’t I, turn the clocks?
Why can’t I, take the shot?





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Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Darkness Forgotten





















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Monday, February 11, 2019

Leak 2/11/19

Three posts this week


Darkness Forgotten: Visual Poetry-2/12/19 5:00 PM MST

Apostates Sedition Part 2: The Vagabond: Prophesy-2/14/19 5:00 PM MST

One More Dance Darling: Poetry-2/16/19 5:00 PM MST


If you don't remember, prophesies are events that will happen in the future in my short stories and novels. They are intended to get people exited to new content but it kind of works as a puzzle. The wording is intentionally confusing like Revelations or Nostradamus. Can you figure it out before it happens? 





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Saturday, February 9, 2019

The Claim






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Thursday, February 7, 2019

With Everything That I Am














With everything that I am,
I can see you living in it. 
With everything that I am,
I think I’ll live long. 
With everything that I am,
I don’t think I can believe it. 
With everything that I am,
I won’t stop writing your song. 

There’s a fire that burns,
deep in my soul. 
There’s a fire that burns,
deep in my mind. 

With everything that I am,
I’ll live well, can you see that?
With everything that I am,
even when I feel low. 
With everything that I am,
I can’t see you without it. 
With everything that I am,
I think we’ll take it slow.





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Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Deep Within










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Monday, February 4, 2019

Leak 2/4/19

Three posts this week


Deep Within: Visual Poetry- 2/5/19 5:00 MST 

With Everything That I Am: Poetry-2/7/19 5:00 MST

The Claim: Visual Poetry-2/9/19 5:00 MST





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Saturday, February 2, 2019

Her Name





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