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This is a collection of the poetry I've written over the years, some of it is metaphorical, some of it more literal, and some of it I don't identify with anymore, but at some point it represented who I was or how I interpreted the world. All of it I still find inspiring, creative and powerful. Enjoy!

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A Beginner's Guide to Flying

A Child is Not Innocent

Act II - A Trip to Planned Parenthood

A Federal Marshal and William F Morse

Acres of Dandelions

Afraid of Faces

After My Decease

All the Cars are Gone

An Intro to Pod Theory

An Old Rusty Tractor

Angry at Aliveness

Apocalypse Now!

Are You Safe Enough

As in the Days of Noe

Astral Projection

Back to a Prediluvian State

Betrayal Inception

Black Market USSR

Breasted Empire

Bring Home the Oolies

Canopy Overhead

Cheating in Candyland

Child Sacrifice

Song - Come With Me to the Forest

Corduroy Couch (TW//sexual violence)

Criticize Power

Dancing with Diseased Ghouls

Dead Child in the Woods

Did Christmas Burn

Entertained by Ma

Epigenetic Caging

The Epiphanes Letter

Face of Splendor

Family Splatters

Feeding a Man-Made God

Female Empathetic Male

Fighting Rainbows

Flight Not Fight

Flight Suspended

Forgotten Magic

Four Trucks and a Bus

A Free Will State

Ghost to the State

The Girl Looked Back

God Is Alive, and We Have Resurrected Him

Haiku - Colfax at Peoria

Haiku - Coronaverse

Haiku - Fish in Water

Haiku - Haze of a West Toll Gate Creek Afternoon

Haiku - Silence

Haiku - This Genus Drinks Water

Handprint on the Wall

Heaven's Monsters

Hepat Crying For Her Lion

Hotel Abortions

How to Abort Your Fetus Legally After They Turn 17

How to Hunt Dangerous Beasts

I Cannot Understand

I Think You Should Join ISIS

Imagination Station

Impotent Cuckold

Indignant Elders

In Jesus' Name Abracadabra

In the Yard by the Sniper Nest

Intel Slava Zed

Into the Colors

Jumping Centipedes

Just a Bit of Bitchin'

C - Lark's Song

A Letter to My Child

Little Dragon in a Cage

Love is in the Air

Macro Evolution

(18+) Mask On, Mask Off

Masturbation Poem

Melody (18+ themes)

Menstrual Winter

Microdosing Sugar

Milking the Humans

My Demon Friends

My Exorcism: a Memoir

Not for Lust, But Curiosity

Not Sponsored by Pepsi

Ode to a Landlord

On Jehu's Altar Bloody

Paying for Christmas

Penetrating Eagle

Pontius Pilate's Porsche

Prayer of Spiritual Warfare

Prayer of True Doorship

Predomestication

PRESS - tw /rape

Prose - Creche Set Collectionism

Reflections on a Death

Relational Illness

The Restraining

Resurrection Commute

Revenge Against God for the Crime of Being

Roleplay Christ

Run for the Bell Tower

Sacrifice on the Altar

Serious But Not Literal

Shit Tests, Hypergamy, and the Virgin Mary

Shot by a School Shooter

Silent Retribution

A Song about Brenton Tarrant

Sunday is Coming

Surrounded by Saints

Technoblade Never Dies

Tell Them What You Think

That's a Big Yikes, Dawg

The Cust'mers in My House

The Man In Black

The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

The Price of Not Choosing KYS

The Sword of God

Three More Days

Thy Rod and Admins Lead Me

Time-Travelling Demon

Trip to the Store

Twelve Pigs Huffing

Urban Evolution

Vain Repetitions

Victims of Cain

We Call Them "Cars"

Where the Willows Were

Where's Mom and Dad?

Winter's Canter

Witchdoctor's Storybook

Witness to a Death

You Never Make Me Scream

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