Category: Poetry

I am not a genius

Nor will I claim such

But I will say this much

That a mind is a terrible thing

To waste.

Repression is waste.

The mind is a tool

Shiny, sharp.

Dulled en masse

By propaganda

Fed us by the system.

Refuse the meal

Excuse yourself

From the table.

Purge the filth.

Knowledge cannot be taxed,

Gross your share,

Net the world.

The textbook is a start

Not an ending point.

Art is born.

Can you see

Outside your box?

For ‘tis true

The world is flat:

With six sides and bars

If you cannot see

Beyond your nose

And smell the dung

Disguised as gold.

Where does an ellipse fit

With a world of cubes?

PORTFOLIO

Seeking adventures

To fuel the dreams

Of my next life

Subliminal memories

To remind me of another time

Past

And encouragement to keep on

Dreaming of the future

[[Arcane/the-inheritance/monologue/THE INHERITANCE|THE INHERITANCE]]

(The Washer that holds Everything together)

God is Love

Merciful, omniscient

The universe is chaos

Controlled

What we see is the blink

Of an eye

There are powers beyond

Anything

We can imagine

And beyond that

Lies greater still

Precariously we rest

Mere feathers’ floating

Spores

So, we have ourselves

A short time

Not a long time

Just enough

To make up our minds

[[Arcane/dichotomy/scenes/Nick and Drugs|Nick and Drugs]]

A son named Halal

The deception

Of perception

Pining for

An imaginary

Love

Neurotic transference

Of desire

Projected to one

Other than the true

[[Arcane/Character Development/characters/Khan|Khan]]

The god’s last huff

His candle flickers

Just light and life enough

Death nearing, snickers

Enjoying the growths, the full-bodied season

Fulfilling of oaths and the results of reason

Death’s icy-cold claws

Caress the wind first …

[[Arcane/dichotomy/scenes/REMOVE THE BLOCKAGES THAT WE PLACE ON OURSELVES|REMOVE THE BLOCKAGES THAT WE PLACE ON OURSELVES]]

Interesting molecules.

Sentences not often formed,

Or commonly uttered.

Funerals I didn’t attend,

Ceremonies intentionally missed.

A compendium of things found, lost

By an esoteric orientalist.

Encephalomalacia –

A softening of the brain,

An idée-fixe.

I want to be a student, but I can’t

I want to be a cop, but I won’t

I want to be a priest, but I couldn’t

I want to be a mystic, and I am.

[[Placebo]]

An anchor to a memory

Of a spot in

When I was contentedly lost.

Alone in an artificial bliss,

I remember the hum of the engine

Solid and smoothly

Transporting me

Nowhere, fast.

I can’t smell skunk

Dreams of darkness, a perpetual night
Eradicating myst’ry of fearful fright
Mausoleum-fresh ardour, humid and stale
A gas lamp glow, haunting sickly and pale
An electric buzz, vibrations improperly silent
The fabric of time stain’d, unsolved and violent
Mossy putrid undersmell of fauna, a cemetery lawn
The reversal of night as she bequeaths the dawn

[[An act of Corporate Espionage]]

I walk willingly to my death

But I will fight

To preserve my life

[[Arcane/arcane_poetry_2/Arcane Poetry Vol 2/The foyer to the unconscious|The foyer to the unconscious]]

[[The takeover has already occurred.]]