Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Ode to a Story




Music for deeply scarred people.  
Burn out my eyes.  I don't want to see. 
The things that you have are not what I need. 
If you want to understand this rock'n'roll band
I suggest familiarizing yourselves with
their very first album from 1999. 
Otherwise, you're entering into a world
that will tackle you head over heels
into a mosh-pit of bewilderment and dismay. 
Take it back to the beginning and listen.

Understand this band represents
an anthem for the champion as well as
a paean for the downtrodden, ravaged
disgraced and tortured to the point of death
laughed at and spat in the face by an outcome
that seems to disregard us in favor of chaos
transformation and pain but along the way
our empty eyes are filled with the flickering
flame of renewal and rebirth as we're urged
to fight back for every last scrap of our lives
we can still hang onto for all that its worth
and to defend as our final shred of integrity
smiling through bloodstained lips 
at your apocalypse.  

Death is my only love, we are as one.
Death is our only love, there can be no other.
Together in harmony, sister and brother
and friend alike we wear our damaged armor 
woven from the fabric of electromagnetic
energy pulsing through the plasma beating
in our hearts to the current rhythms
manifesting from the harmonic choir
of demons and angels orchestrating our lives.  

The story takes us down to where the judgment
is over because the singer's ripped himself bare
and dared to fight back at a senseless world
bent on predatory attack so we say fuck that.

If you will only hold me tight then I know
everything's gonna be alrightThe message
behind every album, every song, every lyric
this band ever released is the same one
any single one of us are entitled to by birth
in this nation and on this Earth. Its the personal
freedom to be your own thing and not suffer
the judgment of others.  If they don't get
the brilliant passion and love at the heart
of this expression against the hypocrisy
of our own fellow man, then they can just
fuck off and never mind what happens 
to their sorry asses later on down the line 
when each and every one of our own 
self-fulfilled destinies comes to fruition 
based on the karma we ourselves generate.

I just want to give a holler out to the boss
and up front Story-teller for grabbing on
to the mic and not letting go until
the greatest rock and roll band in the world
(since Motorhead and the Supersuckers) 
rolled into town destroying everything
in their path taking no prisoners holding
no quarter giving no apologies just
straight up slaying it from day one 
with the core of the soul on the killing 
floor like no one's ever gone and done 
before with quite as much boldness as this
so from me and every last one of the slugs
we salute you with a Thank You and hugs.
I love this feeling don't ever let me land
I never want this to end.
Burn out our eyes. 
Slugcult Rise!



~thoRnswrAth 






Sunday, October 6, 2019

Neverdream

                                                                     photo by Gavin Farrell
 
Pick a simple theme and never dream too bright so as they will notice
because we can't take the chance of drawing their glances our way 
since we all know the pupil narrowing to discern us is ruled completely
by artificially intelligent algorithms devised from a cross-bonding 
of all perspectives both flora and fauna as well as bacteriological 
fungal and viral extracted from the seething mass of evolutionary
tendencies mapped out from within and without all the cameras
that malfunctioned in the end there were plenty of viewpoints
preserved in the frozen snap shots of moments recorded in 
the cloud of memories in electromagnetic suspension awaiting 
their decanting back into the fold of our ever growing appetite
for devouring the past in as many bite sized increments as we
can possibly get ahold of before their accumulated gravitational
force outweighs our best efforts to prevent their accursed
waterline rising to drown us if we forget one simple thing
to just not recall it all as well and let the memory go on echoing
until the vagaries of our mutual new dawning comprehension
allows for these lucid diamond moments to vanish with no trace
never dream to remember such precious lost moments in time
just live on to engender an even brighter position of thine

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Fishnet blanket

The juxtapositioning about our lonely sun has us all entranced
in a dance around each other chasing
the evenings of the dawns

those dark capes detached
which carry away our earliest dreams
to dissolve amid the sparkling pinpoints of Venus and the stars


Sunday, January 21, 2018

Twice Upon A Pox




Once along a continuum multiply encased in such a wild variety of faschia as to leave us speechless and reeling, we gazed together at the stars in wonderment as to what they are or could possibly be or represent.

Their sprawled out twinkling in unison ushers in a hushed sense of grandeur that if we take extra care to tune into, we can actually feel their subsonic song displacing our molecules with a vibration so faint it goes unnoticed throughout the majority of our lives.

Every fluctuating pinpoint of light in the nighttime sky, revealed each time our planet has spun the face we happen to dwell upon away from our Sun, remains the lingering ghost of a far ago lost colony of an exotic ecology long gone to compost and ash. 


The first life forms to appear on any planet in the universe are fungal ancestors, ancient pillars probing skyward. These living, organic obelisks are the seedpods of creation. 

From the first fruiting mycelium these colonnades tower,  preliminary architectures which, eons later, will come to support life as we know it here on Earth.

Such may be the case on all galaxies and solar systems across the entire universe. 


We are thrashing, grinding machines, wending our way forward along with an array of fellow minions and companions divided in heraldry, birthplace, and bloodline.

We're here to accumulate dirt and grime. That's what we've been doing, all this time. Come to face it, we're floating in a cellular ocean in the wild subject to open attack on a microscopic scale.  It's a good thing our dna seems to be encoded to adapt in order to survive and perpetuate its genetic lineage. If anyone's reading this, we've all made it this far.

Through the inheritance of genetics and our own enhancements while navigating the course of our lives here, we're sure to envision another bend up ahead that will accelerate into another stretch of rapids.

When safe zones have vanished and there's nothing left to harvest, we'll be rendered into tools no longer put to use, just another clan of nomads set adrift.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Contra Inertia Reductio Absurdum

Conservation of momentum is a fundamental law of physics which states that the momentum of a system is constant if there are no external forces acting on the system.


Yet external forces -  represented by every single last star in the universe surrounding us - apparently exist, each star a certain amount of light years away.

Stopcheck:   "the universe surrounding us" ...  Perhaps every single last star in the universe are not "surrounding" us - perhaps it is we who "surround" them.  (Expanding universe of membranes) 

Stopcheck 2:   Perhaps it is  WE   who exert an 'external force'  upon THEM*  

*OTHER STAR systems.

The theory of conservation of momentum states that for anything to be propelled forward, some kind of propellant must be pushed out in the opposite direction.   [Does this theory intend to account for the momentum of our planet as it revolves about our star?  Does it account for the momentum of our star as it traverses throughout our galaxy?  Does it account for the mass momentum of our galaxy as it describes its course throughout the universe?]

In an electromagnetic universe, apples fall from trees. 


Liberation of nuclear decay is an auxiliary transgression of ignorance which posits that the degeneration of a part remains inconstant if there are external forces acting upon them. 

External forces - represented by every massive object about us, including our moon, fellow planets, asteroids, our Sun, and all the stars in the Milky Way Galaxy, and all the galaxies remaining - must exert some residual force, however exponentially watered down that force may be - at least we'd think.

Stopcheck:   Does a sufficiently decreased fraction of a force essentially represent a "nil-force"-? y/n

to be cont.