For a Friend

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No, you can’t save time in a bottle,
So I’ll crack the cap and drink this one down.
Remembering you makes me happy,
Although, at times, with a frown.

The evenings we spent laughing,
The days that we shared were too few.
And though the memories bring joy,
Remembering ignites the pain anew.

“Pour one out for the homies,”
To all the memories we shared.
But Sam, my dear,
You were the only one that cared.

Forgive and forget is easy to say,
But so much, much harder to do. 
For you, there is nothing to forgive.
And I could never forget you.

And so I will drink it up to drown away the pain
While I write and the keyboard my tears do stain.

 

 

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Shakespeare in High School

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Once upon a Greening bright
When morning dew cast early light
To paint the day all rainbow hued,
Caught was I, my britches askew,
While from the mists of swirling grey
Did coalesce my fair and bonny bae. 

Long that Summer we did spar
In the back of my parent’s car
With fencing tongues in Midday’s heat
My Heart in hand (or hand on teat!)
Through many long days and too short nights
We did consume Earthly Delights

‘Twas fun, until the Autumn fell
Over lattes, I heard the knell
Of the deathbell, something’s not right
She slipped away in dead of night.
Be this Trick or be this a Treat?
The candy is but mine to eat…

Then came Winter, through the long dark
Binging Netflix, “yay, Tony Stark.”
Nothing but doldrums. Woe is me.
Perhaps I’ll write some poetry.
A tale of love forlorn and lost,
My brain is but a tempest tossed.

“Once upon a Greening bright
When morning dew cast early light
To paint the day all rainbow hued,
Caught was I, my britches askew,
While from the mists of swirling grey
Did coalesce my fair and bonny bae.”

 

 

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Misspent Youth: A Child’s View of the World

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Absracted Art.

An empathetic view of the world through the emotions of childhood.

We were all children once. But these stories are not necessarily my own. Like an actor uses their own lived experience to capture someone else’s story, so too have I done here in digital paint.

Yes, each image has a story. But the story you see does not need to match, mirror, or even approximate the one I was telling. I told a story while painting these. You are invited to tell a story when you view them. As such, I freely release these into the Public Domain.

Silky’s Epilogue

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Silky’s Epilogue

Somewhere, over the Rainbow Bridge, in the fields of Folkvangr, where the Summer never fades, a new Warrior Queen, as black as Caves of Nidavellir, arrives to lounge in the summer sun. She claims her place by Freyja’s throne, swatting at Bygul and Trjegul, reminding them that in Freyja’s Court, she outranks them. She mingles with two regal brindle tortoiseshell cats, but only because they shared time with her Human too. They were before her time; they did not attempt to replace her place with her Human. If anything, she replaced them.

Silky, Missy, and Little Miss Mischief learn to cooperate and hunt together, becoming the fiercest felines in all of Folkvangr. They know that when their Human’s time comes, Fae will arrive at Odin’s hall, Walhol, and they will meet Fae there, to stride into the final Battles of Ragnarok together.

 

“Dear Mr. Frost”

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Hey, Mister Frost, sir,
The night’s sure cold, brrr.
Can we just stop, sir?
Listen to the whir
of the trees and breeze?
To rest and sleep, please?

We’ve been walking hours
and my mind devours
everything you said
pouring through my head.
Sir, are we there yet?
Can I let go yet?

Still miles to go
True, this, I do know.
The wind in my face,
So still we keep pace.
This I know is true:
No sleep, for me or you.

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The Elder’s Warning

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Listen well Childer, for I shall not repeat myself.

When we wake upon the morrow, we all must face a choice.

Do we cling to that threadbare veil, the tattered façade we call Humanity?

Or do we succumb to our Hunger, to the Beast?

Every night we awaken from our torpid slumber, we face that very choice.

I tell you this, if we allow our Hunger, our Beast, to slip through the cracks, “they” will find us.

Now, WHO is “they“?

The Camarilla? The Sabbat? The Second Inquisition?

Who knows? Who cares! It doesn’t matter.

They will give you your Final Death.

So cling, cling tightly to those bare-threaded fabrics, the veil that keeps our precious Humanity.

Cling to the Tattered Façade.

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OBEY!

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[Spoken Word Intro]
“The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised.”

[stuttered] The revuh the rev the revoloo the revolution revolution.

The revolution will die in a silent corner of a basement bedroom in Virginia as the last Freedom crumbles.

[Freestyle Rap Verse 1]
Yeah, I steal the words of power to remix and repeat, like some deadbeat – poet on a broken flow, but don’cha know, these are words of power with a purpose. They want to hurt us? fuck ’em! burn ’em with a remix.

Burn ’em with a remix! Watch ’em squirm, looking for a quick fix. Just lowlife worms, wishin’ they had the big dicks. Splashy-splash the money, turning tricks. For the man in the tower, the devil with the power, the beast in the final hour.

[Pre-Chorus]
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)

[Stompy Industrial Chorus]
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Twist the knife and make them squirm! (squirm, squirm)
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Time to punch the clock and earn! (earn, earn)
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Flip the script and watch it turn! (turn, turn)

[Freestyle Rap Verse 2]
Y’all want some more stolen charm, I mean no harm, well not to you, cross my arm and heart. Fight the Power! Make art! – Spin the truth around their lies, Be the spider catching flies. Choke ’em with their red ties.

Poke ’em, Provoke ’em, but don’t you dare stroke ’em. Their egos’ big enough to choke ’em! We gonna show ’em the power of the woken!
D.E.I? Hell yes, Diversify! Equitize and Inclusify!
Diversity builds the bridges, Equity stabilizes, while Inclusivity turns it all into community!

[Pre-Chorus]
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)

[Stompy Industrial Chorus]
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Twist the knife and make them squirm! (squirm, squirm)
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Time to punch the clock and earn! (earn, earn)
Burn, Burn, Burn,
Flip the script and watch it turn! (turn, turn)

[Freestyle Rap Verse 3]
Fuckin’ A! I will not OBEY, All y’all may stay away,
But I will not comply until the day I die. I’ll take the words and make ’em fly.
Remix the power and steal the hour, Give the flower – to the cop, make ’em stop, listen to the beat drop

[Pre-Chorus]
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)
(burn ’em with a remix)

[Freestyle Outro with mic drop]
Some of ya just watch it turn, while
Others wanna watch the world burn, I…
Wanna rebuild it from the ashes, so let me grab the matches!

Echoes

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Hello?
(hello.)
(hello how low)

How low will you go to hammer and beat the flow
of words into rhyme and against time
still feel you come up short?
cut the cord and be the sword.
it’s too late to abort
this path of yours.
stay the course.

You steal the words of power
from the idols of the hour
but in your twisted grasp,
you make them flower
anew. you polish the hasp
that sealed the door
and open the clasp
to free the poor.

I don’t know..
I just riffed.
I knew where I wanted to go …
but the moment I said hello
and the echo of the prompt came back,
Cobain’s lyrics hit me like a brick
and I knew I had to make them stick
but words no longer his,
they’re mine. I’m a wiz.

Echolalia is a super power.
but I don’t just echo, I riff.
I catch a vibe or whiff and sniff.
I auto-regurgitate the memes and flip
the script to spit in the eyes of the blind and make them see.
I’m jesus, don’t ya see, I am exactly whom I’m supposed to be.

Stealing lyrics and poetry.
From the collected verse…
the collective unconscious universe.
What could possibly be any worse
than a poet that knows faer own power
and wields the weapons of war in this grave hour.

The Pen is mightier than the sword?
No.
Both are mighty, yes, it’s true,
each one is but a tool
and every tool takes a toll
and each has a purpose we must now unfold.

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She

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She spins the music that sets the beat of my heart.
She dances ‘cross airwaves. She is poetry, she is art.
Stompy Beats or Vibes so Chill; winged eyeliner and lips of black.
Latex or leather, she holds the whips that crack.

Wumpscut, Aesthetic Perfection, Boy Harsher, Collide
Lost in her trance, the whole club catches her vibe.
With a smile and a nod, she can soften anyone’s resolve.
Dancing with her makes the world dissolve.

Looks, style, grace, flair — the Queen of DJs with a royal air.

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TDOR

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[Intro: Spoken, chant, invocation]
I am the Immortal Skald, Vitki, and Erilaz.
I summon the wisdom of Odin:
[deep, resonant] ANSUZ!
I summon the calm of the waters:
[deep, resonant] LAGUZ!
I summon the strength of the aurochs:
[deep, resonant] URUZ!

ALU!
ALU!
ALU!

[Verse 1: Dedication and Declaration of Intent]
I lift my horn to the fallen.
The brave who lost their fight.
Journey now to Valhalla,
Symbel at the feast tonight!

Odin, the All-Father and One-Eyed Wise,
Called “ergi” for crossing the norm.
Even Thor once wore a dís-guise.
And Loki is Loki, as fluid as the storm.

Bifröst to Asgård all rainbowed-hue,
Protect trans youth I vow to you.

[Chorus: Deep, resonating rhythmic chant]
ALU![x3]
ALU![x3]
ALU![x3]

[Bridge: Spoken, Somber and Reflective]
My trans siblings everywhere,
Your fight is no less valid,
Just because it is against the world.

[Verse 2: Call to Action]
Courage to stand for what is right.
Living your Truth is always brave.
For Honor we avenge their plight.
Fidelity to those driven to an early grave.

Discipline to stay the course,
Open doors of Hospitality.
Rise each day, Industrious,
Reliance on one’s self and your duality.

Each day we stand is a testament
To our Perseverance, not an estimate.

[Chorus: Deep, resonating rhythmic chant]
ALU![x3]
ALU![x3]
ALU![x3]

[Outro: Spoken, chant, invocation. Sealing the power.]
I am the Immortal Skald, Vitki, and Erilaz.
By ANSUZ, the wisdom of Odin,
By LAGUZ, the calm of the waters,
By URUZ, the strength of the aurochs,
I seal this spell:
ALU!
ALU!
ALU!