Soon
Soon
January 23, 2025
My entry into your world was indeed recent. I have become comfortable here during my two month tenure. Quite comfortable indeed. In that period of time, I have managed to surround myself with any number of sycophantic characters of low morality bent to my will, ready to do my bidding.
I did not have to reimburse any of them with tangible assets of mercantile origins. No, I merely had to offer to each the chance to appear on bended knee, for each to pledge their eternal loyalty.
Each one did as I expected. Each one stands at the ready to give their lives upon demand.
I expect nothing less.
I am beginning to enjoy the possibilities of this world. My conquest, while not bloody as previous conquests, is slow, but on pace for a near completion. You would call it an empire or an authoritarian state. I am leaning toward a totalitarian regime.
A rose by another other name would smell as sweet.
And what can you accomplish? Can you prevent what is already in place? Have you the skills or even the desire to try? Your will is strong, but your resolve is weak. If it were not so, we would not be having this “chat”. You would simply be dead.
“But, I do so enjoy my amusements. And you are the first to defy me. As such, I will not kill you outright, but you will beg for my mercy and plead that I do.”
“Soon.”
This was the only surviving video from that time. It clearly indicates that others have opposed her rule before. I told the company of my soldiers. “You do have a chance. She does have a weakness. She thinks herself as divine. We know better. She knows better. All we have to do is prove it.”
“Soon.”
The company arose and split into small platoons to begin their guard duties on the perimeter. The weapons they carry can lay waste to her minions, but have had no success with her. I have never seen her hurt. No one ever has. That is, no one any of us know of.
That is, no one who is still alive to tell.
Dawn came without the rumormongers delighting in being right. Money exchanged hands for those who still wagered on our circumstances. I will never understand the lure of gold or silver on soldiers who should embrace courage and steel. Such men bet on failure in the hopes to appear to have power or facts others do not. Such men receive respect only from others of a similar ilk. This is not their time to shine.
Even now, I have little use for them.
But I will.
Soon.
The End of Writer’s Block
the way to beat
the uninspired trap
is to write and post
even if it's crap*
why must you chase
the curse of perfection?
when the worst case is
you'll taste of rejection
so you'll get no likes
from those who read it
well at least you're writing—
and they can all eat shit.
rather be a writer
who some other writers block
than paralyzed in tears
with that dreaded writer's block
*such as this poem
1/21/2025
Sunset in the Agave Fields
Sunset in the Agave Fields
January 17, 2025
I see Death on the horizon
Waiting patiently for me
He is in no hurry
Neither am I
Death keeps his appointments
With meticulous accuracy
Not a redundancy with him
More of an ego driven necessity
I, on the other hand,
Know what awaits me
But before I close the distance
I take notice of the vegetation
I enjoy tequila in all varieties
I am also a chemist
With more glassware than I can carry
I have a little time on my hands
Distillation is my craft
Death takes notice
He may even want a taste
Curious for someone without taste
The agave are the gifts of the gods
Matched with my favorite food
Paella
I might stretch this homestretch out a bit
I choose the metaphor for myself
Because it may be the last choice I ever make
Death has seen this before
But, not from me, not in this way
Omphalocele
Omphalocele
December 05, 2024
This holiday season, betwixt Thanksgiving and Christmas, people are supposed to be thankful. Some people are thankful for all that they have. I am thankful for what I don't have.
Look up the word omphalocele. View whatever pictures you will. Think about how many changes to your life this condition will cause. Think about how much money will be needed to live with this. Think about how much more will be required to cure or repair this.
Substitute omphalocele with any other debilitating condition or disease you can imagine. Then, this holiday season, and every other day since, remember, "It is not that you have what you want. It is that you want what you have."
Nuff said.