The Arcane Diary

Category: Poetry

  • an oroboros

    the world makes no sense
    until it does
    then it makes even less sense,
    somehow.
    and so the cycle repeats
    of ascending consciousness
    spiralling upward toward …

    gnosis? wisdom?

  • Akashic records

    Astral travel perfected with alchemy

    spaceships are super primitive

    physical delivery systems

    but what we should be considering is the galactic and universal internet

    the interconnectivity and exchange of knowledge and ideas

    more or less difficulty than movement of physical resources?
    I would say less

  • Unleash

    Unleash

    UNLEASH

    digital painting, acrylic, panel painting, isometric perspective, massive scale, scene: UNLEASH, The War in Heaven, Monsters Among Us, ARMAGEDDON, Hell On Earth, ray tracing, volumetric lighting Steps: 144, Sampler: Euler, Schedule type: Automatic, CFG scale: 7, Seed: 329433228, Size: 1184x1184, Model hash: e6bb9ea85b, Model: sdXL_v10VAEFix, Version: v1.10.10
    digital painting, acrylic, panel painting, isometric perspective, massive scale, scene: UNLEASH, The War in Heaven, Monsters Among Us, ARMAGEDDON, Hell On Earth, ray tracing, volumetric lighting

    Steps: 144, Sampler: Euler, Schedule type: Automatic, CFG scale: 7, Seed: 329433228, Size: 1184×1184, Model hash: e6bb9ea85b, Model: sdXL_v10VAEFix, Version: v1.10.1

    [[The War in Heaven]]

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    [[Monsters Among Us]]

    [[ARMAGEDDON]]

    [[Hell On Earth…]]

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    For all the Soul Vampires I’ve met. You know who you are…

    When I was young my imagination would run wild and my dreams were unbearably real

  • A Suicide Note –

    A Suicide Note –

    The nicest, most honest

    Heartfelt and soulful

    Words one could ever conjure

    Only to be followed by silence

    And pain for the departed soul

    So entombed by its torment

    That the reset button can fix.

    As Death, a grim spirit whose pleasure is death and whose hobby is suicide

    [[SOMA SEMA]]

  • SOMA SEMA

    SOMA SEMA

    The Body is A Tomb

    [[Arcane/gargoyle/NICK SAVOY, Purveyor of Information|NICK SAVOY, Purveyor of Information]]

  • Living in a world

    Living in a world

    Only parallel when absolutely necessary

    I eat when I’m hungry

    Sleep when I’m tired

    Day, night; which ever

    Weeks, months, years… sure

    Life is too preciously short

    To be measured in units

    My life does not wait.

    [[Arcane Episodes List 1-3]]

  • Phobia of Phonebooks

    Phobia of Phonebooks

    The glass Perrier bottle in my hands

    Cold and sweaty, condensation

    From the humid stinkin air

    A chance encounter, an old acquaintance

    I begin to wonder what I’ve done with myself

    Slaying defunct deities

    Enduring the poisonous posthumous wrath

    The bottle slips from my hand

    By the side of the road

    The green glass vessel of opportunity

    Time slows to show me

    1000 ways to break a bottle

    From countless angles

    I step forward into traffic

    To join the shattered

    The hood absorbs my knees

    But the windshield is

    The last thing I see

    And I am immediately sorry

    I’ve ruined someone else’s day

    Spider

  • Spider

    Spider

    Your presence a rash

    That makes my skin tingle

    The gossamer leftovers

    Of a room’s previous occupants

    Traces of an 8-legged monster

    Of our imagination

    Their alluring seductions

    Ensnaring prey and devouring

    An anomaly in my vision

    That must be removed

    Both for the insecurities of my kind

    And for the shattering REVELATION

    That I am not the only utmost in this realm

    And the fine silk threads

    I felt on my mouth

    Made me envision the world

    Beyond my comprehension

    And that made me SCARED –

    A fear of the unknown –

    So when I know I will not fear

    But for now, at this unenlightened stage

    You fire an overactive imagination

    Into a personal phobic paranoia

    Without tangible justification.

    [[Arcane/dichotomy/scenes/falling in elevator – jumping from somewhere|falling in elevator – jumping from somewhere]]

  • A world of secrets, shadows

    A world of secrets, shadows

    And the creatures that dwell in it

    Spies, thieves, politicians

    Crooks, liars and killers

    It is the world about

    And a mirror of within

    [[Arcane/the-inheritance/scenes/a Jet Li type character and I escape from some ordeal|a Jet Li type character and I escape from some ordeal]]

  • Why do we fear the dark?

    Why do we fear the dark?

    Shadows like those within

    Forcing us to rely on the light

    Radiating from our soul.

    For some is a consuming absence

    Others blinded by the flash

    Left to grope at shifting shadows

    Still, those whose pupils may dilate

    Become accustomed to the gloom

    Greet the inner demons

    Personified as monsters

    Hairy and scary within us all

    To develop an equilibrium

    With the less pleasant

    Manifestations of ourself

    [[Zanzibar – a guido in a trans am]]