things are never going to be the same
it doesn’t matter now
born on the wrong planet
why I struggle
careful, circumscribed, discreet
one of the dream team
the biggest supporter, who benefits the least
the Doors are Closing

everything is a shade of gray
mega-pointless life
went into the future
wandering around somewhere
another timeline we could have taken
only in art, does life have the most meaning
too social. like burnout social
play the drums; hold the remote
Benzene Tacos

the rising tide of culture
alchemy to chemistry and living forever
the bottom of the video game world
dead god, lost god
the diary of a sh*tposter
AWPed into the ground
the wrath god
a Dark Messiah
a fierce spirit, a fierce daemon

call down god, from the cloud
look, another beautiful follower
Djinn-spirits, Asura war
still a human, not yet a god
disciples and gods
reproducing the Temple of Heaven
the Realm of the spirits, animals, and the gods
the sky opens up and the angels cry out
you don’t have to find the return

it’s not the same
we are not the same
the myths and the lies that we tell ourselves
valets and jesters

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 2/21/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular illustration is by the great poet and artist William Blake.