2025.03.18

I have no time for lost bitterness,

While the poorest people suffer.

I have no time for excessive hatred,

For my true enemies are gathering.

I have no time for past persuasion,

For this moment calls me forward.

I have no time for debilitating fear,

For a hopeful vision I must fight for.

I have no time to sing highclass loyalty,

For my people need voices of strength.

And I have no time for useless distaste,

For the environment is a sick hurricane.

I am of utility, for that simplicity guides me,

I am of honest love, that feeling directs me.

And where I feel to dance within their merging,

Is the shadow of my eminence baffled by light.

2025.03.16

You know you’ve become a ritualized witch,

When crows start leaving gifts at your door,

And all you do is cackle at the symbolic trick!

Playlisted spells a’weaving,

Webbed scrolls informing,

Cast cauldrons in brewing,

Softest blankets by tearing,

Chalices for blood drinking

And a grimoire of greening.

But that might be my brain fog,

Cause I’m often overwhelmed,

So lets spark fire to clear mind,

Letting the phrenic split guide.

2025.03.15_CREEPS N'PEEPS_ WHITE-CLAD SAINTS

White-clad saints, white-clad saints,

Pink hued as tallest princess towers,

Blue tinted flow'n da longest dresses,

Walk'n da aisles, look'n for der princes.

Looky here, a dazzle'n crown a'cometh!

Oh yes, dem haunty vampires be creatures of yesteryear,

Everyone get a'line'n behind dat wolf’s shiny golden brow,

Cause tonight it’s a’howl’n blood moons first witch'n hour!

Dem devilish crowns always be a'pass’n heads eternally,

Draw'n da lurkers round corners of dos greedy shadows,

And grift'n up from dem sewers a shit’n of pestilent raties,

And yet, ever dos der presence keep, da white-clad saints.