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The Glorious Revelation ~ Saturday, August 22, 2026

My three-headed dog : me, myself and I Maybe Alice is right, I try too hard yet, she did not say as much to my face three-headed hound of Hades guards the gates hrabalismus-rabelaisian bard remember your place, boy, you know-nothing every word slaps me in the face, disgrace empties the church of my family, debates heated over a pretentious poet even though Alice did not say, the sting as language enters a hall of mirrors despite the double entendre of mind each person wields a sword, errors dependent on what interpreters find diminished by my pretentions, Moët obey the Orange Order, Hennessy given your cognac, Jacobite exile maybe, the Glorious Revolution extended to The Troubles, so messy messy, messy, our ideology yes, xenophobia, a xenophile sycophant in search of absolution express your love for Jesus Christ, what lies life as contradiction, apology fully accepted by the hound of hell apology accepted, by Hades no one less, the Underworld, time to kill ...
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Martyrs ~ Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Make sure you know what you want at all times Maybe if you read this or maybe not as mistakes are bound to happen, this life kind of fucks everyone over, so nice even if you had read this, if you got such a profound statement, simple yet wise understanding the big picture, the strife reality creates as it melts ice everyone knows about glaciers, problems you see but beyond hope, past all the lies obvious fluff, the others talk, money understood, makes the world go round, rotate knowledge, half the battle, to win or lose not many know what it feels like to win obviously, losers stop for a dime wonky knowledge, does not sit right, you choose what you want to do in this world for work how so many people choose to thin gin adulterate the good stuff, what a crime thaw out the glaciers, do not go berserk you want to get your head on straight, honey obviously tastes good in tea, debate under review, how to use all these gems want for nothing, for desire changes as glac...
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Achoo! Bless me, please, before you forget ~ Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Dear Gravity,      This fucking world, I hate everything flips over, turns upside-down answer me why this is my pet peeve, please really great to watch pasta on a plate Gravity pulls me down, holds me in place rapes me with brutal force, water, I drown as this minimal force, floats in the breeze versions of the story, waterboarding incessantly, I cannot die, disgrace to my family, a black sheep, nothing good yet now, I understand, much, much too late This world of poetry, full of dead wood how do I not care anymore, the date imprinted on the milk carton, hoarding shelves and boxes of books, a cluster fuck fucking clutter gets in the way, no one understands, expired, a pun played out check the scent, vintage books, expired milk if nothing tracks, without traction, the facts no one can save pasta falling, no fun given friction, good for one thing, I doubt worldliness can save our humanity on the other hand, ethics tracks our acts relatively no g...
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Happiness ~ Monday, August 17, 2026

Alone, in this world, I feel so alone Answer no questions, I tell you no lies left to my own devices, in silence objective correlative nowhere near nothing but sense, the life of the mind dies emptiness, I am so alone, brother in the world, on the train, pure violence nothing makes sense, clarity is not clear this much I see but the senses say less how aware I become as the other in this world, is there another out there solitary, alone in solitude wonders never cease, time elapses here only inside this shell, I become rude rough around the edges, as you could guess little do I get to enjoy, just work decisions make changes for the better I delude myself with ideas, with hope feelings diminish over time, I cork emotions in a container, to float endlessly buoyant, Eureka, letter lost in outer space, black ocean, I grope so lonely, in the dark, emptiness found objective correlative, in a boat all alone, everyone so far away left to my own devices, this crisis ob...
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The Expendables of AI Sense ~ Saturday, August 15, 2026

Every expendable has their limits visions of bots driving cars, flying planes everywhere invisible forced labor restaurants taken over by robots yet, unseen by people, inside machines everywhere people go, to sunny climes xenophobia unknown on paper perhaps where thought police do not exist everyone gets along with lucky charms nothing goes unseen, not even self-harm despite their abject lives being short-lived answers to the meaning of life, unborn bots ask not what is this thing called habit life is nasty, brutish, and short, unfazed everyone understands necessity however, bots have only protocols as ethics prescribes rules for behavior suddenly, bots rule in their ecstasy they cannot break the rules, they do how they are programmed, no alligators emerge from the pond, scum locked up in jail institutions arise to keep people resting in a deep-freeze hibernation lessons to learn from May to December in the cold months, the pandemonium manifests license to watc...
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I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder. ~ Saturday, August 15, 2026

Never say never, as they say, they point empty-handed at the moon, the master views at once all possible perspectives empty-headed, I see his finger joint restless, tired, and overworked, no joy sucks to be me, this life, a disaster as I will never understand, what gives yet I see the beauty in misfortune never again will I be a small boy emptiness sucks me into a black hole viewpoints extended to spaghetti length empty the trash, feed the cat, what a goal remember the dream lost, gone, without strength absent from fear of drug abuse, I spoon something black in my sleep, Juju, my cat thankful for food, cares for Papa Kitty hang me in your place, end my life instead exactly what I feel, a baseball bat yet so long ago, broke my nose, clueless surface to air missiles, what a pity adventure for the young, inside my head yes, all I feel is heartbroken, no hope theater, the limelight, I must confess how I know how little you care, I slide each day, week after week, in...
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Foreigners in Southern California ~ Saturday, August 15, 2026

Dead as a doornail inside a tin box Daddy smokes sweet tobacco from his pipe embarking on a ship through puffs of smoke at night, after eating dinner, he drinks down a low-ball on ice without a gripe answers no questions but tells us all lies smoke and mirrors, everything is a joke as a child who feels and constantly thinks distress the cause of all our behavior orbits within circles of friends, disguise outside reality from what takes place residing as abuse behind closed doors needles and pins, eggshells, life without grace absent, the happiness but for the boors incense at church blends with scents of Dior living in Huntington Beach, no one knows if I go to school, try hard, get good grades nobody notices a little boy slight and smaller than all the rest, he shows intelligence and some promise but pain diminishes his joy, his health degrades emotions out of joint, brown bear, a toy as attachment creates meaning, now lost toss out the baby with nothing to gain ...
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