This was written, scrawled perhaps, May 16.
Lock into place and
This artificial prosthetic poetry
Just turn it up and take the meter
It’s stolen and artificial and
Watch the head
Watch the headache
Never sleep, mind fueled
Caffeine is the new food
Don’t eat if you
Fill the head with the nonsense and
Break out and
Lock into out place and
Pull the head out of the water
And look all round and the
Contexts, reality, fantasy, the macro and
Shift out and
“Be who that you are!”
See where you take you.
Judge life through a
Watch the present though the lens
of our forefathers
Liberation and disgust
Freedom to degenerate
Revel and rot
Revel and rot.
It’s dark in here
But it feels so warm
It’s easy, I sit
I sit and sit and
It’s so easy
Never sleep right
I can’t really tell
And I’m dizzy
But it’s warm and
I don’t worry about anything
Until it’s too late and
Then we panic.
The Order of the Hammer
From which they taketh the gear,
And from which he taketh the gold.
For he will step silently among you,
Though troublesome, not nearly as deadly as the one who taketh the gear,
Who taketh the order, who taketh the builder
And cover him over.
My order, the old order, nothing new.
Forged in the furnace of the Builder himself,
We were a beacon—we built the beacon!
A beacon of hope to the unbelievers,
To those who chose not to understand the Builder and his way.
Worse, though, the pagans,
let them stay away.
And worse yet undead! Defiled undead,
Their corpses do rise again, unless they be burned
Burned in the furnace of the Builder.
But none of these have threated the order so,
None, pagan, the dead, not the Thief Garrett, oh no,
As much as the man dressed in green,
Them, the new order,
Their a masks of pure bronze,
The man who lead our poor builders
This is a dumb little poem heavily inspired by old Thief games.
I may rewrite this later, and turn it into a less dumb poem inspired by Thief.
Convince yourself that you like it
You like it
And know that convincing isn’t even strictly necessary,
Because it isn’t a lie, it’s
Reminiscence, because you do like it,
Once you get down to it, you do like it,
Once you get down to it, but to start it is…
To start is the hard part because you don’t remember that you like it,
And so even thought this work, this task;
Even though you need convincing,
Convince yourself that you like it,
Really you aren’t, you’re simply
Remembering that you like it.
Here’s an old practice poem. Really busy this week moving!!