Run on.

The past taps me on the shoulder

Ignored more oft than not

It’s one thing to learn a lesson, but don’t let it gnaw

Don’t let it draw you in and eat you from inside

Take what you must and take the rest in stride

I’m not saying “Hide.”

I don’t like to live that way

You shouldn’t have to

Stop wallowing in shame

Stop cursing long dead days that left just as they came

Don’t let shame run on like the rhymes on this page

Mourning Light

Sweet air, thick and sticky

Another humid summer morning

Small beads of sweat, like dew drops adorning

Dancing on your skin in the early shine

Evaporating quickly

Thrown into the fire


Porphyria takes a grip

Burning, sudden pain

Hold to shade

Leave lamps unlit

Fearing its’ presence

Longing for the night

Spend Apollo’s hours

Mourning the light


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thInk Stains

Ink akin to raindrops, falling on the page

Mental stains, put up on display

Cravings for attention, so quick to deny

What’s the harm in feeling wanted?

Naught to shame, naught to hide

Confide in woven fibers your deepest shades of thought

Hues of blue and black

No need for red

Can do no wrong

Write of lust and loss

Your happiness and rage

Don’t try to stem the flow

Simply put your pen to page

Wastebasket Pages

Thrown away

Another page

A moment of my day

Dissatisfaction permeates when minuets go to waste

The precious few I could have

Like grasping in the dark

Hard to know what happens next

Thoughts defect and run away

Time and again

Another wastebasket page


Deaf ears, blind eyes and the like.

—– I used to have a seemingly bottomless well of patience with the world at large, but it’s all but dried up in the last few years. Feels that no matter what happens, no matter what’s said, things just get worse. When did society as a whole lose its’ way so completely? Was it always this bad before global communications became commonplace? I spend a lot of time thinking on such things, wondering if there’s some corner of the world that’s untouched by this modern condition.

So tiring.

Damn. I don’t really have the energy to stay mad about anything these days. There’s too much wrong with the world to get caught up in any one specific thing for very long. I think that’s how a lot of terrible shit goes under the radar in modern times. It used to be that news traveled slowly and something terrible would be given the time and attention necessary. It’s like trying to fix anything, as you need to spend due time on each step to achieve the desired result. You can’t solve every problem all at once, it’ll just burn you out and accomplish nothing.

Change of pace.

I’ve been repairing and collecting consoles, controllers, accessories and games this last month. Perhaps something of a midlife crisis, but it’s been fruitful. Any boxed item in this picture is actually in the box, with everything included (even the paperwork). The Action Set and the Super Nintendo are both in near mint condition regarding the actual hardware, though the cardboard has aged in the way that most does. Since coming into my care and being worked on, this photo was the first time they’ve been out of their climate controlled, sealed containers. Something inside me really disliked setting it all out on the carpet, regardless of having vacuumed and dusted. I’ve still got to clean the shells of a couple systems, so I suppose I’m off to do that. Luckily all the soldering is out of the way for now. I hope everyone else’s month has been as productive, even if the world is set against you.

Warm Regards,


Breathe in the Here

One breath to dull my senses

Another dulls the fear

Three breaths can take me places so far from the sphere

A breath, I’m firmly planted on the planar ‘scape of weird, wondered little things

Feel no pace, ways are clear

Hear the joyed distractions

Whispered in your ear

Lose all trace of time

Take a breath in the Here.