The Shattering Aether


And Alice was pure-dee mad and insane!

Her face fidgeted a madness, her chin scraped the skies, her cheekbones ached from her constant smirk-

forward into the maddening tunnel, does her female form embraces mankind;

and her eyelids twitch, at the flickering faint glow-

hurdling horribly into her eyes

For the web changed her body, into that what which be warped! Warped into the web, does her soul warp also-

until her female-shaped soul is no soul…!

until her soul is removed, and replaced with nightmares;

her essence through the wormhole, she goes down into the pit of despair;

and her long, beaming, drop dead gorgeous hair

like tree roots into the fumbling skies, tumbling nowhere, tumbling nowhere;

and it is the insane nexus! His embrace changes her into a pawn!

Alice fell down the rabbit hole;

that’s what we call the vortex.

And reemerged from the fathoms, in the name of the


poem Meaning:

Talks about how the internet can defile good people, with wicked imaginings…

Copyrightcopyright September 5, 2017




The Logic of Remorse


The insane mechanical overlord’s mind is devoured;

by her own empty planes, stretched across is the canvas yet to be fulfilled.

She is a mindless pawn, that devours her own;

she is the battle-maiden, lost and alone…

she is disengaged; her emptiness and longings-

she is her own longings.

For she seeks the diamond, from out of concrete;

she is discrete-

to break from formation, to devour peace again-

for her own use, she is but a soldier-

for she wages war in her own conscience, she is dethroned everytime-

for all around, her infinite beauty;

is the very planes of oblivion;

A hand sticking up from out of the sands of desolation

a beautiful android, was distracted by a flower, at the ruins of a civilization

Copyrightcopyright September 1, 2017


Andromeda’s Infinite


And I see flashing beams, from mine wife’s eyes!

Her voice recklessly radiates, like 100,000,000,000,000,000,000 earthquakes!

and her eyes see like the pit of violence! Her beaming eyes of silence.

And her female hands, reach for puny souls, surrounding at the gates;

why indeed is this hate ever so? Is it the solace that we recreate?

Because entering into, is entering indeed…

and honey used as drool, ever so deviantly everglades.

she is the moon, the shadows are her blankets, the stars are our bed-

and her mind is the void, that never ends, never ends-

for into the depths of, is the heart that is encased in vain-

for indeed, vanity is rest asurd;

unto all of the fair maidens made insane!

And I know damned well now;

why indeed?

I doth feels these fearful feels-

My ridiculously woven armored male soul!

Boys, girls, men, women, and imbeciles;

newly birthed from Andromeda’s Black-hole;

And even skulls and bones, misunderstand their own.

When reemerging from out of the fathomless unknown…

Copyrightcopyright August 29, 2017



The Cutest Poem Ever


Cute is cute. Cute is cuteness. Cute is about as cute as a

cute person’s cutenessness. Cutenessnessness, is practically about as cute as a cutenessnessnesses’s cousin. So cute infact!

That her cutenessness, leaps to and frou-

leaps to and frou, indeed! And deep into the soul…

Poem Moral:

Sometimes some things can be too damned cute to stand.


Copyrightcopyright August 1, 2017

Lost Girl


Her warmth is cold, and welcomes you.

The heart is an invisible dagger, as your

heartbeats go unnoticed…

Her fangs taste her tongue as she swings forth;

into your warming embrace, and into your life, is the crash course…

and blood is used for lemonade,

to quench the thirst, your muse is honey for her to feed.

She gratefully feeds…

Because is not a cruel cold voice, a giggle in disguise?

As the tonsils swing,

even the laughter subsides…

Copyrightcopyright July 31, 2017