existential Tag Posts Index

Murderous Trials

Original Poem Interstellar travels on rewind The dimensions of the mind Sins as heaven's entrance to the kind I'm numb, from the cold of the blind Intersections

25th Actifit - 22231 steps - 15km - 2025-11-08

These days I’ve been thinking a lot about the stuff we build in our own heads — mental constructs, (I guess it's an Existential discussion). Like, how real is this

Clashes with Pink; blog and Poetry and AI Showcase

Monochrome Angel The monochrome angel lays her head low, her newsprint wings folded in submission. Time hates nothing likes he hates the obsolete. Angel or demon,

Wake-Up and Remember; Poetry and AI Art Showcase

Someone Should Remember someone should remember stone scratchings primordial echoes tattoo'd heavenly bodies on limestone and slate symbols and suggestions an epic

Angels, Elements, and Opiates, Poetry and AI Art Showcase

Divinely Opiate nephilimic wings sprout from a cybernetic scapulae she had no idea what she was just a thin line of ore embedded in golden lanugo hinted at the treasure

The day I heard my heart

A body. My body. I am within it, I am it, and I am experiencing it, and through it, I can also experience the world. Others experience the world through their own

Spiders, Wisps, and Shifting Bones; Fiction, Poetry and AI Art Showcase

Spiders, Wisps, and Shifting Bones Spider upon silken strands not one can master can fail to get lost become entangled surrender the struggle infinite intricacy

Death Parade and the Trouble with Judging People...

Source After finishing Death Parade, I kept thinking about how easily it could have been another shallow gimmick show. The premise sounds like a game of the week:

The Signs of a Storm

The purpose of perpetuity Traveling between dimensions Freedom rings In realms unseen Sordid symmetry Tears at me Despondency Won’t leave me be Desolate Removed

Opiated Rhino, Poetry and AI Showcase

Divinely Opiate nephilimic wings sprout from a cybernetic scapulae she had no idea what she was just a thin line of ore embedded in golden lanugo hinted at the treasure

what do you really want? update

Click to reveal image I've been asking people this question lately: "What do you want?" Sometimes I let them read a post I wrote about this topic, or just

"JUST"

I love to complain—it’s one of my favorite things to do. But the people around me hear me complain and think, “Damn, he’s really pessimistic,” or “Wow, nothing makes

Dawn's Chorus; Poetry and Ai Art Showcase

Dawn's Chorus dawn’s chorus, jewelled tones bright plumes, smooth moves fickle bird, feathered marketing There Be Virtual Catfish There Be Virtual Catfish* He wasn’t

Mirrors and Trellises, Poetry Audio Blog

Mirrors and Trellises Link to Audio blog Trellis the Cosmos clicks and pauses code and inference from earth to sky pattern shepherds chaos from nonsense to meaning

A Hardcore Exchange, New Poetry and Photography

A Hardcore Exchange compulsive scrolling focus ... on and on no circumspection economy, in my back pocket, a matrix upon my lap, love replaced with likes the glint

My Satellite, at Conception, New Poetry

My Satellite, At Conception once around a twirling, soaring helical solaris number three on the call list bonded to my satellite we do-si-do down the never-ending

Diatoms and Division, Lovers and Wormholes, Poetry and Audio Poetry Blog

Diatoms and Division, Lovers and Wormholes ( Spacetime Skeletons an ebullient rupture upset claustrophobic introverted interiors rattled the bones demanded dancing

The Curtain of Darkness

The night poured into the room like a black liquid. The dim glow of the oil lamp cast trembling shadows on the walls. Ethan sat on the wooden bed, his tired eyes

Maimed Deity; New Poetry and Photography, Art

Maimed Deity maimed deity singed arteries transformation fallen angel mother nurturing veins tears and milk flow generously a love tithe starved concern, adoration

Bliss in Exchange, Poetry and Photography

Bliss in Exchange grounded angels weep skies open nephilimic tears dissolve aches soothe soil balm scars earth-born angels will weep fill oceans and jet streams