Episode 5: Rotten Man’s Throne

Tyler R. Martin

The fifth 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 individuality, spirituality, the outlaw’s war with life, the need to be combative with authority, Nietzschean philosophy, my own personal war with existence, mother nature and the existential necessity for lack of safety in pursuing enlightenment. All of this stems from a poem I wrote titled “Rotten Man’s Throne” 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:

Rotten Man’s Throne

Been living too long in this wild, wicked world,
With matters of mayhem and black flags unfurled.
Two decades of doldrums and dark, dog days too,
Concealing confessions, I think I owe you a few.
Been waiting too long, desperate to postpone,
As I’m earning my spot on the rotten man’s Throne.

The words that I ramble and put down on paper,
With each shot of bourbon all reason will taper;
And what I write, every rhyme scheme off kilter,
Smoking every cigarette down to the filter.
Nothing to do, a true poet’s always alone,
As I’m earning my spot on the rotten man’s throne.

You see me, I’ve got a style all my own,
In this wicked world I’ve got a style to hone;
Tough to dress for success in a world on the brink,
And the people you meet will just drive you to drink.
Because this wicked world tends to bare all your bones
As I’m earning my spot on the rotten man’s throne.

Burning out my eyes staring into the sun,
After decades of doldrums too tired to run.
I will recline, relax, and refuse to respond,
I’ll ignore the wicked world until dawn has dawned
But now, night never ends, suppose I should have known,
As I’ve been earning my spot on the rotten man’s throne.

Been living too long in this wild, wicked world,
With matters of mayhem and black flags unfurled.
Two decades of doldrums and dark dog days too,
Concealing confessions, I think I owe you a few.
Been waiting too long, desperate to postpone
As I’m earning my spot on the rotten man’s throne.

The Real Intro aired today!

The real introduction to my podcast Bourbon, Cigarettes and Syllables aired today! Link included below. Let me know what you think. Criticism and suggestions will be greatly appreciated!

Every Wednesday here after Ill be posting a video where I’ll be discussing the topics talked about today in the introductory video. Primarily boxing, poetry and meaning in a nihilistic world along with many other topics. Watch subscribe and comment please!

Incredible writer’s podcast

Recently, I was lucky enough to have appeared on (@Young_blackbird) Megha Upadhyaya’s incredible podcast It’s Never Too Late!

Below you’ll find some links. Thanks and enjoy!

https://podcasts.google.com/?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy8yNmNlMTA1MC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw&ep=14&episode=NjE0MjhhYzMtYmFkNi00MDQ3LWEyMmYtY2MwN2QzNDAyZjU0&pe=1&pep=0

https://podcasts.google.com/?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy8yNmNlMTA1MC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw&ep=14&episode=NjE0MjhhYzMtYmFkNi00MDQ3LWEyMmYtY2MwN2QzNDAyZjU0

https://podcasts.apple.com/in/podcast/s3e19-finding-essence-poetry-art-literature-ft-tyler/id1519276842?i=1000500684284

Voyeur by the Shore

Tyler R. Martin

What a brilliant display I witnessed today

As dawn broke in the great sea’s front line.

And what a scene, like from a glorious dream.

Which I had dreamt once upon a time

And so gazing this morning upon murky sea

It seemed conflict had encountered our shore

As shining steel ships faced off in the distance

I prayed for viciousness, bloodshed and gore!

And all at once a gleeful group had gathered;

We, by the shore, with the waves lapping near

To witness the hell rain and the scorn splatter

From the certain safety of this distant pier.

In a moment, cannon blast broke loose in a fiery blaze!

The crowd laughed and shouted in a heated cheer!

While sea rocked and ships swayed in a thrash!

We watched from the safety of this distant pier.

The ship’s explosions echoed in the salty sea air, 

Viciously trading volleys of a thousand hot spheres,    

A cataclysm of chaos, shrapnel, cannon blast and blood

And we watched from the safety of this distant pier.

The ships began to sink, one after one after one;

And yet, we on the pier, felt fevered joy, not fear,

As splintering ships sank in the smoke and flame

And we cheered from the safety of this distant pier.