The tenth 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 utopia, to the battle of ideas, religion, finding the perfect cherry blossom 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 “Heavenly Blessings and Terminal Temptations” from my second book “Midnight Mourning”…you can find a link to purchase it here:
The sixth 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, and took a rational, yet likely controversial stance on gender dysphoric individuals based on an email my Boxing Gym received last week. 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 “God’s Spire” 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:
God’s Spire
If God should sit upon a spire, High above perceptions grasp, Then am I worthy of his wisdom? Can I echo a perfect past?
If God should sit upon a spire, Then must I purse my lips and pray? Am I worthy of his fire? Must my sins be scorched today?
Spending years in agony, Wondering if I’m to shine, Or will I rot with his derision? Am I worthy of his time?
Cause I am crawling, I am crawling, Encumbered weary deaf and blind. I am crawling, I am crawling, Crawling through the chasm of my mind.
Cause I am crawling, I am crawling, Engulfed by a doubt not defined. Cause I am crawling, I am crawling. Crawling through the chasm of my mind.
If I should sit upon a spire, High above all that’s divine, Must I justify His judgement, Or is his blood no longer wine?
And if I’m to sit upon a spire, Must I forego my sacred right, To be embraced by his forgiveness? And to wander through the empty night?
Spending years in agony, Wondering if I’m to shine, Or will I rot with his derision? Am I worthy of his time?
And as I sit upon the spire, High above pure entranced masses, It leaves me scarred and broken, bitter, But divine despite the lashes.
Will it be worth the holy battle, Against myself and all mankind? To overcome all that represses, As I’m crawling through the chasm of my mind?
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 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
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.
The first episode to my podcast aired today (not counting the introduction) and I was very happy with how it came out. I discussed a wide range of topics, such as the military, spirituality, the philosophy of good and evil and my perspectives on these. All of this stems from a poem I wrote titled “The Sulfur Serpent” 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:
The Sulfur Serpent
(originally published in Rotten Man’s Throne)
Sixty six fathoms below the Sulfur Sea, Amidst the boil and bubble and burn, Floated forth a barbarous beast of burden To serve Satan’s savage scheme so stern. For when blue skies become black and thunder Then all of earth shall be torn asunder.
Now as devious demons dance in night, For the fiery abyss has freed every fallen fiend, When those long dead and decayed do rise And the dark and the darkest have convened. For when blue skies become black and thunder Then all of earth shall be torn asunder.
So now the dreary, dire days are here, And the air has turned all arid and ash, The sulfur serpent slithers from its wretched sea, To bow before a Sultan sits abashed. For when blue skies become black and thunder Then all of earth shall be torn asunder.
While now the dreary sky’s splitting splendidly And from this lash lovely light cascades, Around the tear, the hollowed heavens tremble And bleak blackness pierced by beautiful blades. For when blue skies become black and thunder Then from the heavens shall meet a wonder.
For salvation came then, in staggering sequence, As hellbound humanity witnessed glory then, For pale, blonde angels beckon battle When chrome chariots into the darkened world descend. For when blue skies become black and thunder Then from the heavens shall meet a wonder.
As angels storm the ashen, sorrowed ether, The sneering sulfur serpent stands to defy, Fierce fangs, to devour holy deities, As four harrowing horsemen draweth nigh. For when blue skies become black hellfire, Then mankind’s end shall soon transpire.
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.
bourbon, cigarettes and syllables 