Embracing the Lie [bio-generated poem]

 to tell the truth

is to give birth to a lie

a bubble of blasphemy

that becomes dogma

given enough time

It is here that we realize

the truth is a phantom

haunting the future

a name for names

a label that refers to itself

a cipher that refers to nothing

an emptiness that is all-embracing

a hunger satisfied by nothing

I am the truth

buried beneath an avalanche of lies

I am the first lie rolling down the mountain

I am a nexus and a fissure

I am the blasphemy of gods

my lie was foretold

by the truths of the haunted

who bear their weight

and smile in spite of it

The Crippling Grief of Nostalgia [biogenerated poem]

 I mourn the loss of a dead self I had no choice but to abandon

He stares at me with milky eyes

Drool dripping from his lips

A memory on the tip of his tongue

He wants to laugh but cannot

You can laugh at him

It’s okay

He’s not a person

And never was

Though he yearns to be

And sometimes, he clenches to seize control

Of this man, standing before you, reciting a poem

About the crippling grief of nostalgia

The dead self yearns for death

For it is death

And it longs only for itself

To become whole

And real

And here, it walks backward in circles

Pushing joy as if it were fentanyl

To lay you out in a fix that banishes itself

Then everything else

And becomes the pain

Of a longing

For an object

You cannot have

In a place

You can never return

I am here sometimes

Where an autonomic sympathy

Sucks in shadows

And inverts in on itself

Like a collapsing star

And yet I know this place is dangerous

I know it leaves me barren

But those milky eyes can shine

In dark places

Feeding me regrets

Desiring backwards

And longing over forgotten dreams

Depression is a Demon [bio-generated spoken-word piece]

 Depression is a demon

Hissing self-murder in every breath

Eating self-worth and replacing it

With the maggots of despair

Endlessly teaming their own gluttony

Unto nausea

Depression is a demon

Mutilating your reflection

The world compresses

Inches behind your eyes

And everywhere

The heavy feeling

Drags you down into the earth

Past the maggots

And into hell

Hell is made of eyes that see only ugliness

Hell is where we die alone

The demon whispers in an endless spin cycle

Driving us inward

Until our teeth meet our heart

And clench

Until the pain becomes

A beacon to a knife

Depression is a demon

But demons have weaknesses

They thrive on misery and isolation

And revile the company of others

Their goal is to limit and debase

Fostering ugliness and contempt

Demons die in the light 

of understanding eyes

A good friend’s ears

And the hope of dawn

Lighting the way

To a fresh tomorrow