Walk The Line, Do Or Die

If I’m more inviting,

maybe your parents will meet me. 

If I take my time,

I’ll explain how I’m feeling. 

It’s a simple thing,

but it’s not,

well rehearsed. 

I will go my way,

or I’ll live this curse. 

Somebody tell me,

how to live. 

Somebody tell me,

how to act. 

It’s either "this or that."

"Don’t have a heart attack."

"You will cope with,

your problems,

or I’ll take you back."

We’re getting better now,

but the line is receding. 

It will tear me apart,

if you don’t complete me. 

It’s a simple thing,

but it’s not,

well rehearsed. 

I need to walk this line,

or I’ll live in a hearse. 

Somebody tell me,

how to live. 

Somebody tell me,

how to act. 

It’s either "do or die,"

or "don’t make me lie."

"You better straighten your act,

or I’ll say goodbye."

Causing problems. 

Causing strain. 

I need to medicate,

one last time. 

If I live this way,

then can you,

complete me?

If I walk this line,

that seems to be,

receding. 

It’s a simple thing,

it won’t be my first. 

I’ll live this life,

it can’t get much worse. 

Remember me 

The Preacher

Remember me 

Leak 5/27/19

Three posts this week.




The Preacher: Visual Poetry-5/28/19 5:00 MST 

Walk The Line, Do Or Die: Poetry-5/30/19 5:00 MST 

Bitter End: Visual Poetry-6/1/19 5:00 MST






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My Generation

Sleeping through the morning. 

Get up, rinse and repeat. 

My generation isn’t lazy,

we are just sick and tired of, 

your ideas.

We don’t need to follow your plans.

You are the generation of clones. 

Get up by noon,

then shovel up some food. 

Need some caffeine for the day,

to keep the demons at bay. 

Just stay for a while,

guaranteed to make you smile. 

I feel like a newborn child,

shining up the dark world. 

I don’t think we’re here to fight. 

I don’t think we’re hear to say,

"I don’t mind."

I don’t think we’re hear to,

bat our lashes or needle in the eye. 

I think we’re here just to...

So many issues,

with all the stupid people. 

We think we’re right,

and think your wrong. 

Just opposed to a old song. 

I feel we need,

to calm down,

get out of town. 

I feel like a newborn child,

shining up the dark world. 

I don’t think we’re here to,

screw with your mind. 

I don’t think we’re here to say,

"fine, I don’t mind."

I don’t think we’re here to,

gamble or fear the night. 

I think we’re here,

just to shut you down. 

So many facts and opinions,

nobody’s right,

nobody’s wrong,

but the world is changing,

changing for the better.

That means we need,

new facts,

new opinions.

You're not wrong,

just outdated. 

Remember me 

Apostates Sedition Part 4: The Great Machine

Start at the Beginning:

Apostates Sedition Part 1: Fruition 

Previous Entry:

Apostates Sedition Part 3: Pandemonium

Next Entry: 

Apostates Sedition Part 5: The Diversion 

Technology. Technology from the beginning of time has always benefited the men of the realm. Technology was made to make our lives easier but with a great peace, comes a great suffering. Somewhere in the universe is a creation. The Great Machine. The machine was created for one purpose and one purpose only. To benefit mankind. But the ways of man have not seen the potential of the Great Machine. The Great Machine has so many capabilities but the creators of the device only wished to create it so save their people but it did the opposite. The arrogance of man and the corruption of the soul made these great men kill their own kind.

The Great Machine created by mad men. Those who have consumed the Gods Metal in the center of a star. These creatures. Capable of so much have destroyed themselves and with the corruption of their bodies, condemned their entire world in hoping to save them. The Great Machine is many things. It kills all living creatures but was created to stop a great suffering upon the creators and the remainders of the people. These creatures have discovered the Gods Metal power. They have consumed it much like our people and have received talents much like the people I see around me today but Celestial Gods Metal is unlike the Gods Metal we have on our world. 

The Gods Metal is composed of two things. A metallic base that corrupts the mind and with prolonged contact the organic properties corrupt the body. The creatures who consumed this Celestial Gods Metal had no physical transformations until after the use of the Great Machine and woe were the people after the Great Machines use. The Great Machine stripped everything living in their world to only leave what remained and that was the root of the Great Machine. Gods Metal. These seemingly corrupted men had stripped everything organic in their lives and lives in the world without organic matter. 

They are ashamed of what they have done. They had never wished to become monsters both mentally and physically. They have become repulsive to their own standpoints and only wish to end it. But with the Creation of the Reality Drive, they have stripped themselves of all organic matter, only the spirit and soul remains and they cannot be killed. They have roamed their space in search of some purpose to realize that the Reality Drive has so much more potential. They have doomed their universe but I have seen them wish to spread their knowledge to others outside their universe. To make those understand that the Gods Metal can offer so much peace but also a great suffering. They pleaded to others but because they look like abominations, no one would listen. They were sent back from where they came to be trapped without their souls and only their spirit remains.

Now stripped of their body and soul, the creators of the Great Machine plot. Plot to enact their revenge on those who have wronged them. Sitting in their dark corner of the universe wishing to have a second chance to become something more than just men.

Remember me 

To Prove Them Wrong

Boss them around,

to mold their lives. 

Do what your told,

so see the sun rise. 

Watch the world burn,

you're no kindred spirit. 

Watch the world turn,

to better your life. 

You can’t be,

anything you want to be. 

You can’t wait,

to prove them wrong. 

Boss them around,

because that what,

you were told to do. 

Watch them fail,

wait for someone new. 

He will knash,

she will wail. 

You will wait,

for the rest of the world. 

You can’t be,

anything you want to be. 

You can’t wait,

to prove them wrong. 

Remember me 

Leak 5/20/19

Three posts this week



To Prove Them Wrong: Poetry-5/21/19 5:00 MST 

Apostates Sedition Part 4: The Great Machine: Prophecy-5/23/19 5:00 MST 

My Generation: Poetry-5/25/19 5:00 MST 







Remember me 

So Lovely

Remember me 

Though The Rain

Remember me 

Four Years Coming

Pull the chord,

from the phone,

we’re no longer alone. 

It’s been four years coming,

since we have been waiting. 

Tears of joy,

stream down her face,

and a lightness of breath,

overcomes me. 

We spent so many years,

to make this house a home. 

It seems it has pulled off, 

for better and for worse. 

We have been,

waiting sometime,

but we will have to wait,

a little longer.

I’m glad to see its glowing face,

this is what she wanted. 

It’s been a long time coming,

and the world was getting darker. 

It’s joy in our halls,

It’s unity defined. 

We have been,

waiting for some time. 

Now I can see the finishing line. 

There has been some woes,

but now the roads, 

are pathed with our faith,

that someday,

we would get our way. 

The day is here. 

There’s nothing to fear. 

It’s been four years coming,

since we have been waiting. 

Remember me 

Leak 5/13/19

Three posts this week


Four Years Coming: Poetry-5/14/19 5:00 MST


Through the Rain: Visual Poetry 5/16/19 5:00 MST


So Lovely: Visual Poetry 5/18/19 5:00 MST 







Remember me 

Never Die

Remember me 

The Handoff

Processing progress.

Love collapse. 

Nobody will give you space.

Pause and call them out. 

Now things are making sense.

Family of many.

Pretentious.

Everyone now leaves you alone.

Now you’re lonely.

Is this the way its meant? 

I’m now living alone,

with my pets. 

Mistakingly asking them,

what they want to be fed.

I’m now living alone, 

with full regrets. 

Maybe I should go out,

but what would my animals think? 

I’m now living alone,

giving the pets,

the utmost attention.

What would the neighbors think? 

Remember me 

Where It Should Be

Remember me 

Leak 5/6/19

Three posts this week


Where It Should Be: Visual Poetry-5/7/19 5:00 MST

The Handoff: Poetry-5/9/19 5:00 MST

Never Die: Visual Poetry-5/11/19 5:00 MST








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