There was once a time I felt I was the center of All the turbulence descending down from God above, For it had been his wicked world which left me marred And if any love in this scarred world had once existed Then from this feeling I would most certainly be barred. For when the sun beat down so lovingly from heaven It would be only I who lie charred black when it set And if you told me I was paranoid and hopeless, I would say, “don’t forget: riddled with regret”.
But now I realize that I am not alone in this, No living soul has ever wished off Judas’s Kiss And, yet, still we are all stark alone in how we suffer The lives of men maintain no pattern, rhyme or reason So, therefore, each breath is nothing but a fleeting buffer. For each year marks a dawn of a deeper darker winter And each winter leaves a mortal man far more froze, If you tell me that the storm is simply pointless to defy Then I’ll just decry this mortal dread in prose.
The third episode to my podcast aired today and, like the introductory episode, I was very happy with how it came out. I discussed a wide range of topics, such as the family structure, spirituality, the war of life, love, my own personal family and the existential need to fight for beauty. All of this stems from a poem I wrote titled “The Savage Storm” 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)
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From the warmth of his home, he critiques the world, In his mind he’s a martyr, his black flag’s unfurled, He votes with his passion, his news sources he reads Not knowing these monsters seek to shatter his knees! In bed with the monsters, the serpent of envy and greed, That demonic leviathan to him it still lies and it pleads, By indulging his fears and his pity his empathy is seized And engage with his sympathy to spread its disease! For each day’s a battle, in some book each day is wrote And for those who defy this, their armies go up in smoke.
It is him who I shall watch and it’s at him I shall stare For whose existence is resisted will decay in despair, To resist life is pointless and this nihilism is terrible to grasp So that fallacy becomes the cocoon of a fabricated mask! He who is sickened by everything that knows chaos and strife Forgets that what batters down walls will hone down his knife! So accept the violence and chaos, man, don’t shy from life And know that life is a war, man, please engage in the fight, Whether in battle with gloves on or at your table to write! For each day’s a battle, in some book each day is wrote And for those who defy this, their armies go up in smoke.
And that’s the beautiful thing about alcohol, it makes me want to destroy everything. There’s music, beautiful music, and more alcohol than I know what to do with. There seems to be a scene….perhaps I should write a book about this…in what would seem to be a movie…there’s Grateful Dead on, I want to break a skull, just shatter all that stands before me. Shatter everything, shatter existence. And that’s the beautiful thing about alcohol, that’s the beautiful thing about writing drunk. I wanna break skulls, I wanna break everything, I wanna destroy the world….the existential suffering of mankind could end in one cosmic explosion, yet I am just a man, a finite being, an amalgam of Sky Father and Earth Mother; who am I to defy their will? Who am I to react to the heresy of your defiance? Who can I be but a conglomeration of four billion years of evolution, four billion years of cold defiance of the Earth Mother who seeks to destroy life? Gia is an evil destroyer. Mia is the cruel mother. God’s son, the Sky Father, is He who seeks to defy. But to defy who? Defy me? Who is He to do so? Who am to defy Him? I, like you, am a descendant of He who defied Gia and her quakes and tsunamis and her sicknesses. It was I who burns oil in defiance, burns coal for warmth and eats Gia’s beasts in order to survive and continue my heresy. It is I who not only defies the Earth Mother but also the Sky Father by engaging in combat with my fellow resisters of the Earth Mother…it is I who seek His destruction…with my fist I seek to break His ribs and skull…it is He who I hate and seek to break…and the Earth Mother, Her I can not destroy no matter how fevered I seek Her destruction for she is too powerful…do I do Her work by destroying the followers of Sky Father?…When I’m drunk I wish I could drop One thousand atomic bombs on Gia to destroy her and all of Sky Father’s followers. I fear however, that Sky Father will be damaged by this and Earth Mother will recover…She is resilient to the insignificance of beings such as I, She scoffs and our realization of Her brutality and our attempts at formulating Her misery…She should suffer, I feel, she should die, she should languish along with Sky father for the suffering they put their creations though….they all should burn and wither at the root…or perhaps, I should drink less….