Misspelled Cosmos and seaman, I was drunk, alone, and emotional when I wrote it. The picture is of my last night sleeping in a house I lived in for close to 9 years. Those were the only things really left in the house.
Through the Kaleidoscope
An exploratory dive into myth, storytelling, art, and life.
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Friday, April 5, 2024
Ceaseless
What was
Isn't
What is
Won't be
What will be won't be
Inch by inch
Day by day
In every way
Change and change and change again
Here we are in quantum death
Never dead and always dying
Always a different river always a different man
This the way of deathless dying
But what could be might be
And what might be
Very may will be
But all remains
And all is lost again and again
This the only true permanence the paradoxical nonsense of solidity
Isn't
What is
Won't be
What will be won't be
Inch by inch
Day by day
In every way
Change and change and change again
Here we are in quantum death
Never dead and always dying
Always a different river always a different man
This the way of deathless dying
But what could be might be
And what might be
Very may will be
But all remains
And all is lost again and again
This the only true permanence the paradoxical nonsense of solidity
Monday, January 29, 2024
Nothing Resolves
~ nothing resolves ~
Paycheck's gone
Sleep paralysis
Days spent like puppets on strings
No anesthetic but dont scream
Scalpels and needles and stitches
Irritation agitation
Scrape scrape scrape
Hard to rest in bumpy rides, no cushions
Jostled and slid, bruised and tired
Time to work
Sunday, September 10, 2023
The Maw
~The Maw~
Egg to husk
Always enveloped in the quantum death which is the fabric of time and the universe
Existence the festering scab on the naked skin of a perpetual nothing
Yearning restless stirrings of a soul forever quiet in the abyss
Memories
Like unclosed surgery wounds
Oozing pus filled agitations between the fragmented organs of a fraying self
Decay masked by a jumbled coherence of meat and sinew, flesh and garment and shambling shuffling utterances
Routines and schedules the repetitive normalcies to a world of others
But always straying
Always dreaming
Always yearning
Pushing, straining in spite of the empty sun
Dramas played out under the hollow burning pyre of a warmthless sky
That indifferent yellow king 'bove all the infestations of the earth
Connection
Brief and hopeless
A ceaseless returning hunger clawing at the barriers of flesh which entomb a delusional phantasm
One day that sinking ship, that hemorrhaging leaky vessel and its ephemeral passenger shall go to those strange dark depths
A place of such utter blackness that light has never dared to touch
Down down far below
Dissolved, consumed by our lady the void, mother to all, from which all these scittering abberations arose frantic and frightful clawing for meaning against the contradictions of their being
This, the last promise of peace
Stillness, silence
The serenity of obliteration
As before, so after.
Tuesday, April 25, 2023
Thermodynamics
Things seem to be
But they arent
They arent in creeping and seeping ways
They arent like oily rainbows in water
Nothing is
Nothing ever was
But it dances and it slithers
It poisons and pollinates
The imperceptible indefinable living death
Inseparable and wandering
Never breaking
Never touching
Alway always always burning
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
Gungnir
ᚷᚢᚷᚾᛁᚱ
Phantom weapon I feel your presence on my shoulder, in my fist
Drinker of blood I hear your sighs
Echoing through me
Phantom weapon I feel your presence on my shoulder, in my fist
Drinker of blood I hear your sighs
Echoing through me
I desire their deeds
Steady spear I've seen you kill a hundredfold
Thirsty creation I never tire of your work
Your trajectory like holy grace never misses
I long to feel you
To truly hold and possess
Your corporeal form closer to me than love and kisses
Weapon and man united in form
Locked in the cliffside dance
Mighty Gungnir
Old dragon
Whisperer of ruin
Silent Scepter
I heft your mighty burden with caution and lust
I long to water your red roots
Steady spear I've seen you kill a hundredfold
Thirsty creation I never tire of your work
Your trajectory like holy grace never misses
I long to feel you
To truly hold and possess
Your corporeal form closer to me than love and kisses
Weapon and man united in form
Locked in the cliffside dance
Mighty Gungnir
Old dragon
Whisperer of ruin
Silent Scepter
I heft your mighty burden with caution and lust
I long to water your red roots
Saturday, December 17, 2022
All to Know
Memories float
Warm and bright
Rough texture of shag carpet
Snuggly dog before mundane school days
Secure and comfortable
Life among the living room
In the box, between the binding, or in the bit
These and more
Sediment layer or tree rings
The definition and shape of my foundation
Known to me in something below language
Felt not in cold resolution but in blurry sincere sentiment
All this between the
Hazy swell of breath
Tired and drunk
Marinading in the serenity of
Thoughts uncountable and feelings immeasurable
The messy swampy soup of life and change
All to know
The universe in a sentence
All to know
Never finished but one day done
All to know
All for love
Nothing greater
Nothing more
Warm and bright
Rough texture of shag carpet
Snuggly dog before mundane school days
Secure and comfortable
Life among the living room
In the box, between the binding, or in the bit
These and more
Sediment layer or tree rings
The definition and shape of my foundation
Known to me in something below language
Felt not in cold resolution but in blurry sincere sentiment
All this between the
Hazy swell of breath
Tired and drunk
Marinading in the serenity of
Thoughts uncountable and feelings immeasurable
The messy swampy soup of life and change
All to know
The universe in a sentence
All to know
Never finished but one day done
All to know
All for love
Nothing greater
Nothing more
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