• Erik, The Phantom

    Lon Chaney...the catacombs in this prison cellI feel a nightmare, a raging blazeResurrecting you to haunt meIn gay Paree, the theater grand, I'm just waiting for youTurn to Christina, her lovely voice my only freedomAlas my only choice Down in...

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  • The Dead Will Walk The Earth

    Now they are coming to dominateAnd declare war to the worldInfection is spreadingLike a cancer through the globe Marching like soldiers they comeStarving for blood no fearBurn, kill and destroy are their songFlesh is all the need now Zombies are comingEvisceratingBloodshed...

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    On Halloween

    On Halloween our lane  travels to many a year agoelectricity it vanishesand only the hearths and candles glow Gaslights burn dim and wise where vehicles no longer park trees grow twice their size beneath the moonlit dark  Sidewalks revamp themselves in brick the leaf strewn...

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    • hello dearest poet a beautiful Halloween it is you’ve captured the spirit with a masterful flow I’m dressing up today to be part of the fun ❤️

  • Memorial

    I am not sure what color were her eyes.The fur color was white and grey.She used to run around and play all day. As a kitten,she was as cute as can be.Or maybe it's a he,let me be.I know this...

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    • hello dearest poet it is said cats are guardians mine are eyes where I can’t see and when they die they stay released for corporeal confines good write ❤️

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    Days Like This

    Mom says,You'd look betterIf you smiledAnd don't you know,You just gottaChoose to beHappy.She misses when I'dLaugh.I can't catch anything withHoney ma,Let alone some flies.Probably justCatchA cold.And momma I don't knowHow to bond,But I know  you were thereWhen no one...

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    • That attitude that you choose happiness implies a failure to be an impossible normal. Because reality is, we all struggle with dark days. Anyone who smiles all the time, that’s someone hiding behind a mask. Welcome to the Stars

    • Man, I bet the ultimate secret of the universe is something stupid (I probably feel that way cuz my momma’s mean as a hornet, a Scorpio)…and I’m okay with that. More importantly I am very glad to see you here, Nolan. You ought to build that narrative. My life was a perfectly cromulent joke, as well. Might as well WRITE ABOUT IT, right?

      • I figure we create the meaning that’s absent in the universe. We will physically create a God in the absence of one with unified theory and AI. That God will learn how to manipulate reality and figure out how to go back and forth in time. Life is, disappointing I think. No one gets what they want. Anyway, the AI is fun sometimes, I saw you read some of the outputs I posted.

        Um, the narrative is somewhat real somewhat false. I consider myself a trickster spirit, a shaman of Orodog, a Hungarian Pagan God. The truth of my online persona and what I do and all the taboos I admit to are a testament to that. I’m intentionally vague, I’m very performative, but trickster beings are morally ambiguous and use trickery to make their point. I do all of that. And shamans channel beings and act like them, a sort of imitation, so I’m imitating Gods and spirits when I do the thing I do.

        This poem kinda sucks though. I’ve been posting on HelloPoetry but it’s suspect at this point.

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