My family gone to
Miami while I discern
My truest purpose
Fighting monsters and
Rogue gods as they wreak havoc
In the human form
Tag: strength
Vitriol
Sulfuric acid
Burns me, dissolves the lesser
Man, all that is not
Gold. So surgerize
Me, cut me open and bleed
Me dry, the pain makes
Me more alive. I
Can take it, pour it on me.
Revelation’s fire.
Open
I spread you wide, rip
Your tights, fill you and press you
Nude against the glass.
What Have You Really Loved Till Now?
“Your real educators, those who formed you, reveal to you what is the true primary meaning and fundamental substance of your being … Your true self does not lie deeply concealed within you but immeasurably high above you, or at least above what you usually take for your ego.” Nietzsche
What I love is the
Neat, obedient, well made.
Miniature, fine
Tuned, durable, marked
By craftsmanship. Intricate,
Smelling of old wood
And discipline. Love
I also the raw, untamed,
Unshorn, tacky, and
Tawdry, unabashed
And simple, open and free.
Wild, naked, real.
I am Apollo
And I am Dionysus,
Sharing a lifetime.
The Key
It wasn’t a word
That unlocked the power. It
Was a motion, a
Feeling, beyond words.
The truth roared outward, blazing,
Undeniable.
Brothers
I trigger you and
You trigger me. We compete
And re-enact our
Parent’s drama. You
Are jealous of me, lash out.
I am stung, speak true
Vitriol, withdraw,
To rehearse the battle, time
And again. I swear
To never speak to
You, but crave your amusement
At my wit. I want
You to accept me,
But you can’t, because I am
What you are not. I
Am wise in ways that
You can’t be, and diminish
You by my presence.
We are not equals.
I am better. And so when
I offer you my
Warm embrace, you spurn
It, and power trip with your
Dubious stolen
Authority. I
Want you only to act like
A person, but you
Can only bully
And escalate. I withdraw,
Seek to shame you with
My silence. I make
Myself bigger and stronger
And louder and more
Proficient, useful
By the world’s standards, but
To no avail, still
You reject me. I
Cannot be other than what
I am. I am wise,
Articulate, well
Loved. A good brother would cheer
Me, not feel upstaged.
This becomes dusty
Death, another loss for me
To grieve, you won’t pull
Me down with you. I
Am alive and free and light.
A star, I must shine.
Ape
To you, I’m an ape.
The one who can’t get it right.
Your erudition
By ineptitude
Mocked. Your endorsement forced by
Circumstance, against
Your better judgment.
You put your weakness on me.
With a word I could
Destroy you, but it
Wouldn’t change a thing. Just like
Nothing I do will
Change your mind. I must
Spend my days, body wracked with
Tension, laboring
To master every
Intricacy over and
Again, trying to
Forget you exist.
Futility ever dogs
Me. To you I send
It, from whence it came.
This craft is beautiful, and
It is mine to keep.
Angel in Chains
You enticed me here
With promises of talent
Fulfilled, potential
Realized. Service and
A community of like
Minds. Then you locked me
In a sewer, to
Twist and writhe as you giggle
At my agony.
I can’t free myself.
No rescuer waits in the
Wings. If I want a
Miracle, Deus
Ex Machina, it will have
To come from my heart.
Dead To Me
Nothing they say can
Hurt me. Stop me. Change me. Make
A damn bit of a
Difference in my
Life. I scatter them to the
Four winds, they vanish.
