Shane
GenX Irishman
anarchist, anti-authoritarian (left or right)
vegetarian
depressive episodes, anxiety by default
don't write much anymore
work full time, burned out
waster of paint and pastels
alcoholic
these are as close to constants as i have
i change a lot
i can't but adore
these giant blades, the so-fine
brushstrokes on bruised clouds
#haiku #dailyHaikuPrompt 'windmill'
once again
i plead
if i must return:
DANDELION
enough, forever.
into your hands i commend
my history:
all & everything, unreservedly.
take it.
PLEASE.
burn it to ashes.
help me?
let me no longer
_observe _
me.
let me no longer be this
negation of me.
< let me leave myself alone >
turn away curse.
turn aside haunt.
bury the slain.
plough the man under.
burn the boy down.
(and it harm none,
so mote it be)
difference is not disorder, especially in a fundamentally disordered reality.
people who are comfortably "adjusted" to this world are dangerous weirdos, and i do fear you.
those of us who dare to thrive, despite your withering orthodoxy, and yet still forbear to curse you to the nth generation, do unto you far, far better than you could ever hope to deserve.
forgive me for repeating myself, but "it is not those who can inflict the most, but those who can suffer the most, who will conquer"
i can't even be arsed to click a link, knowing that even with all my shields up and fuckoffcookies extensions i'll still have to wade through a soggy pile of cybershit
just done with all of it
is this what they wanted?
the idea that it's reductive and unhelpful to say All Politicians Are The Same holds water right up until it doesn't.
sooner or later, the pricks always prove the rule.
when the performance ends
the human does too
every single one of us is a mere show.
maybe the evolution of this phenomenon we call "consciousness" was the catastrophic & hubristic error of a deluded demiurge
life, light, and colour
are flowers of buried seeds,
in darkness nurtured
#haiku #dailyhaikuPrompt 'planting'
adrift
haunted
lonely
listening for transmissions
hearing only static
this past decade it feels like
every year is
year zero
whys & wherefores the foolish alone
have some dim, dizzied sense of -
the Wise are plastic flowers,
as unconvincing as they are bold.
we're all somewhere between
a where and a nowhere
do you get it yet?
we're all dead -
that's the twist!
now c'mon, chop-chop, get busy!
them daisies ain't gonna push themselves up! 🙂
if i had thought of the portmanteau "frolleague" *
i'd have kept that ugly shit to myself
but some asshole just HAD to show the world how clever they are by UTTERING the damn thing in public
* i actually _did_, before i realised it was A Thing since 2016 or so; i was very displeased with my brain over that