a light was on

Midsummer bonfire
release from an un-releasable world
what was lost and what was found
iron, industry, and immortality
gravity, acceleration, and calculus
the map contracts
species and superspecies
energy drinks and grenades
the cult of the vampire

gothic vampire god
The sad leg of the love triangle
how they are, how they should be
it’s difficult to express one’s feelings
it ended because it had to end
conversion and transubstantiation
I’m not here to be your hero
already the butt of the joke
the bug bites your earlobe

bodies of water and magical potency
a dead world at the bottom of a video game
leap several centuries in one bound
ancient tree
I want to know the Answer to the Question
Mother God
people are looking for the Answer
Mother Satan, Queen of Hell
underground vampire society

disc drives left behind, from another generation
a message from another civilization
the journey from created to creator
Pocky Challenge
Cancer’s solstice and Capricorn’s solstice
the myth of the bull
Mithraic goddess
one manuscript, from ancient Alexandria
the bug that bites inside your ear

watching the birds, on the telephone wire
long, useless crushes
how one feels
we passed each other, in another time

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/10/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular picture is from a Tarot Celtic Cross spread that I did.

gold and yellow

one is cool and the other isn’t
the pioneer that runs before humanity
there was nothing for millions of years
the future is here
I don’t get this meme
AI Eldritch monster
the gold seal
Hyperborea
losing the battle of history

DNA ark
a world that healed itself
where the Creators came from
the thunderbolt and the first fire
why we left “Eden”
avatara savior
the last supercomputer
what was lost in Minos and Mycenae
lost to an eruption in the Aegean Sea

the flash and the thunder
Prometheus stole fire from the gods
fiery, bright, and shining, like the stars
Before Constantinople, Alexandria
fragments of a larger, lost Library
a golden map of the world
came down from the mountains
the last screed of the Minoans
rode out of history’s gloomy backwater

the thunderclap felt across prehistory
Prometheus, the Creator
tanks and coaches
win history
the last supercontinent
AIs left behind by another race?
the empty page; an unwritten book
clones of the gods
“magic fire meteor” bomb; early guns

what’s left behind
wearing the Ring of Solomon
there was only dust
the person that loses

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/04/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.