celestial rapture

Tyler R. Martin

I saw in the heavens, the starscape was smothered 

Embraced in the pressure, like a hug from a mother

As hot masses collided and splintered and fractured 

Exploding and breaking in celestial rapture

And between the starscapes a barren abyss

Is scraped by the comets, a brief cosmic kiss

Where the comets collide in violent reaction 

And combust in a shower of dust from impaction 

So on down to earth the heavens were showered 

By the he maw of the ocean the star dusts devoured

With great burning and twisting the hot quasar roars

The flame and the fury like a Phoenix it soars!

The sky is alight by the great Clash of heaven

I watch from the ground as the clock strikes eleven

As hot masses collided and splintered and fractured 

Exploding and breaking in celestial rapture

Episode 4: Modern Day Rebel

Tyler R. Martin

The fourth episode to my podcast aired today and, like all the other episodes, I was very happy with how it came out. I discussed a wide range of topics, such as the family structure, spirituality, the outlaw’s war with life, Nietzschean philosophy, my own personal war with existence, alcohol and the existential necessity for lack of safety in pursuing enlightenment. All of this stems from a poem I wrote titled “Modern Day Rebel” from my first book, Rotten Man’s Throne…you can find a link to purchase it here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08541HSXH/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_9YMTS5FE2QA6D2CB04VX)

Poem and link to video included below:

Modern Day Rebel

Today men get their kicks with movies based on books,
As modern marauders walk the streets, getting only dirty looks.
Hiding in their homes, so safe behind a solid door
It’s no world for an American outlaw anymore.

All mad men should stow away, bored to their very bones
While Forty fives are replaced with pink portable phones
To call police, when frightened to their cowardly core
It’s no world for an American outlaw anymore.

When the gaggle gather, hopping happy, so stoked for the stoning
To deliver to the DUIs and those mean mouthed and revolting
The lessons needed to ensure not a single feeling’s sore
It’s no world for an American outlaw anymore