In the name of Odinn

the era of men
has been eroded
by an egalitarian nightmare
drifting society
into a rootless age
of perpetual complacency
self-entitlement and cowardice
countless causes are created
to try and ease some sort of suffering
but little have any effect
except initializing a breeding ground
for a weak and parasitic existence
which leads to a predestinarian slave mentality
action has been shunned
or incorrectly performed
the time is now
for a more creative front
the time is now
for men to be men
and not reduce the self
to a petty identity
but to increase the self
through rightful actions
through pain
through discomfort
through the sacrifice of self
for the self
for blood
for honor


Dead leaves and rain

i can hear the autumnal call
my life and world are waning
the seasonal curse
bestows dead leaves and rain

the fruits that have fallen
[bruised and bitten]
are decaying
much like my spirit

the bones from this exhausted body
are all that will remain
then i will become
the blood of the earth


League of none

the year is 2014
there is no god to save you
no support group to tame you
only activist cults to blame you
and shame you for things
you didn’t do

these tribal wars have never ended
we’ve just traded weapons
for misspelled words
emoticons and text messages
blended facebook fallacies
and shit them out as intended
intellectual philosophies

in the digital battleground
blood flows in the color of
a pound, two effs and four zeros (#FF0000)

mine still runs in analog
and the scars are tangible
sins and fucking
are the only experiences
i have that are credible

eat these words
and you’ll starve


Blood and ink – a sigil of words

Blood and Ink: A Sigil of Words

mind cursed
into an extended moment
of self induced venom
becoming something
that it was not
all that was gained
became lost
in a city
of stereotyped burnout
hiding in the smog
deceiving itself
that it was buoyant
but suffocating
in its own treachery

mind mazed
the WILL is
the minotaur
breaking the walls
labeled chicanery
rising to the sun
like Icarus
becoming a god as Helios
shining bright
cutting through the smoke
paving a thoroughfare
the sigil is clear
so it is done


Because that shit happens

there is blood from a pigeon
decimated on 3rd and 9th
where i had a stand off with a taxi
where i tried getting a job
where i saw a collision
where i took a left once
maybe twice
where i greeted a fellow cyclist
where i found a quarter
where i came up with this poem
that is still frozen in the ice