Episode 9: Lonely Dog

Tyler R. Martin

The ninth episode to my podcast aired today and, like all the other episodes, I was very happy with how it came out. If you missed the previous episodes, due to the fact I was too lazy to post them, you can find them by clicking the YouTube link on my home page. In this video I discussed a wide range of topics, from censorship to the battle of ideas, religion and collectivism vs. individualism. Hopefully my thoughts will be received in a manner in line with my actual intentions. Per usual, I elaborate on my ideas concerning 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 “Lonely Dog” from my second book “Midnight Mourning”…you can find a link to purchase it here:

Poem and link to video included below: Midnight Mourning – Kindle edition by Martin, Tyler R., Wolffer, Katie. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Lonely Dog

I stand confused in the mayhem,
Lost in the modern haze,
Where the artists stick to standards
And drown in the modern craze,
But I won’t believe their shit is gold
So I’m a lonely dog, shaking in the cold.

I will not judge your poetry
By its social justice score,
I don’t care for your politics
And your social causes bore.
So since I won’t believe your shit is gold,
I’m a lonely dog, shaking in the cold.

I will not watch my language,
I’m sorry if my words offend,
But my art trumps your feelings,
I don’t care and I won’t bend.
So since I won’t admit your shit is gold,
I’m a lonely dog, shaking in the cold.

I might be the pariah of my peers,
But then again, I suppose whose to blame?
They, who avoid the disgrace of outcasts,
Or I, immune to such shame?
I won’t believe their shit is gold
So I’m a lonely dog, shaking in the cold.

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

Episode 2: My Seraph in Disguise

Tyler R. Martin

The second episode to my podcast aired today and, like the first episode, I was very happy with how it came out. I discussed a wide range of topics, such as the military, guns, spirituality, my dog, love and the existential need to fight for beauty. All of this stems from a poem I wrote titled “My Seraph in Disguise” 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)

Video and Poem are included below:

My Seraph in Disguise

A beauty thought reserved only for nature, 

Somehow now resides within your eyes,

How can such magic be earthly normal,

 Is it real, or just some clever guise?

I wonder, are you a true mortal woman 

Or a Seraph, an angel in disguise?

–Your hair of a goddess, with golden streaks

Falling gently on tan, smooth skin;

I envy it, caressing your neck,

Cascading down your back, touching your chin.

You’re speaking softly, with love in your eyes,

Giving me a glimpse of your gorgeous mind,

Such a serene, tantalizing feeling,

Something of heaven and earth combined.

And with a pitch like some divine instrument,

Yours: a voice that serenades so sweetly,

From a grin like a summer sunrise,

A few notes and I’m enthralled completely.

Because truly, I wouldn’t be surprised

Were you to admit to me tenderly:

You’re not just my love, my prize,

But my Seraph, my angel in plain disguise.

The War of Life

Tyler R. Martin

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.

Orwellian Practices in Lockdown Era Academia

Tyler R. Martin

Today, while attending a “higher education” class from my living room (which still feels like a strange thing to say, even after a year) I was confronted with something that struck me wrong in an academic, logical and moral sense. So I sat and thought, pored a drink, lit a smoke. I did what I always do when something seems troubling. Within twenty minutes of engaging in this process, I decided to make a video to conceptualize my thoughts (link included below) and I am writing this now in the same vein.

It seems, that the institution which operates off the financial backing of both the state and its students (its a community college) has decided, as the all knowing Hobbesian Leviathan that they are, that the students, languishing under the despotic lockdowns , wasting their money on an ineffective education void of human contact, aren’t fit to take a test without being constantly monitored by Big Brother through the cameras embedded in their laptops. This Remote Proctoring Software which students must apparently install to take a standard multiple choice test will disable the student’s web access and film them for the duration of the examination. I find this alarming on many levels which I discuss in the video I had made. Perhaps I’m off base in my outrage. Let me know. As of right now I’m more than bit disturbed by the trajectory of the modern academic setting.

The Bum’s Lament is now available for purchase

Tyler R. Martin

The Bum’s Lament is a series of poems I had written while languishing in a crappy studio apartment, no money in my bank account, no job, engulfed in depression and nihilism and bathed in alcohol and cigarette smoke. This book is an early attempt of mine to explore my own suffering and, in doing so, strives to understand the suffering of all of humanity throughout the finitude of the human lifespan. I was attending school at the time of this writing, a local community college, and was stricken by the lack of depth in analysis which the classroom setting could produce. My life previous, and my current life as well, exposed me to the dark pit that is the natural universe and, unlike my peers, the surface scratching that the modern academic setting yielded to me no recourse to understanding. This book likely will do no better, however, it is a genuine attempt with nothing held back.

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!

Perhaps All Thats Pretty isn’t Pure

Tyler R. Martin

Seeds that which from heaven fell
Have all now grown tall and
Blossomed red like flames of hell,

Blue buds blossom in hot red cinders,
Expand to meter wide maws
Of spiraling fangs and thorny fingers!-

They yawn, savage snarls to the heavens.
Thick stems grow miles high and
Ooze sweet smelling sludge which beckons!-

Prey as they approach in a tentative fashion,
Fragrant pheromones, chromatic colors
Feign the mercy of a nurturant mothers passion

And thorns, dark razor predator’s talons,
These dagger’s dense honed edges
Like savage claws of gallant onix dragons!-

Are hidden from view in a pretense of virtue,
Shielding prey in secure arching maws
As stems assume a guise of a sentinel statue!

Then, in their horrid hunger, their friendly facade fades,
Terrible thorns collapse in a crushing embrace
And their prey is shredded! By onix blades they’re flayed!

A trusting beast has perished by maddend masses
Of the fierce and gluttonous flora
Consuming those creatures so pathologically passive!-

For miles and miles these maws traverse,
Smothering landscapes in death,
Petals wilt as a poisonous pollen disperse.

Thinking about my podcast

So below I’m going to post a link to a crappy video I made here at home about the introductory episode to my podcast which will air this Wednesday. If that statement sounds convoluted, I understand. Watching the video, running about 15 minutes, might clarify. I just made this video a few minutes ago and didn’t edit it, I just posted it on my fledgling YouTube channel in manner that will likely give my producers a collective cardiac arrest. The actual podcast, I am fortunate enough to admit, has been and will continue to be, filmed in a wonderful studio., with all the green screens and effects one could ask for without detracting form the point of the show (poetry and Philosophy). This video, however, was filmed on my 300 dollar laptop, at my dinning room table after a few glasses of Johnny Walker Black (a delicious beverage by the way). But regardless, whatever disagreement arises tomorrow morning, the video will remain, for reasons I describe in the video. Please watch, subscribe if your interested and enjoy. As always, thank you to anyone who enjoys my work, you truly keep me waking up in the morning and this podcast is dedicated to you.