#1587

I guess I don’t have much to say
I’m just so goddamned tired
tired of a world that doesn’t give a shit
but expects me to give and give and give
a world that loves to suffocate
but expects me to breathe the ash and gas
and it feels like all I’m doing is
putting out fires
throwing money at problems
thinking about writing
which all amount to nothing at all
so I guess I don’t have much to say

#1586

“Haytham Motherfucking Kenway”

I just want to write
a haiku about Haytham
why is this so hard

he’s fucking badass
king of sass and murdering
what more do you want

he’s the kind of guy
who makes you want to switch sides
(sorry, Ezio)

like steel wrapped in silk
Assassin blood, Templar drive
do not fuck with him

just skip through Black Flag
go from AC3 to Rogue
Haytham FTW

problematic fave
I always love the villains
but can’t you see why?

not the best dad, sure
at least he passed on his sass
Connor, be grateful

#1582

Cigarettes and broken locks
I’ve loved you since I saw you
Fairy rings and guitar strings
I’ve loathed you since I met you

And I
I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Cherry lips and valentines
You pull me every way
Angel dust and razor rust
I push your thought away

And I
I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about
Oh, oh, oh, oh

You wish on stars, I spit on karma
You sing love songs, I drink vodka
You’re as bright as the sun
I’m as sharp as the moon
We’re bad news, oh, we’re bad news
So why can’t I let this go?

And I
I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about


I heard part of this song in a dream inspired (I assume) by this most recent Band vs Band page. Wrote the rest based on the emotions in the dream.

#1581

bare your neck
bare your teeth
sweat and blood
breath and heartbeat
tear flesh, dig bruises
swallow me down
gripping, gasping, gaining
surrender, release
brother dear
you are a beast
you are a monster
devour, destroy, consume your love
gunpowder lust
cannibal hunger
blood and semen, sweat and flesh
dear brother
brother dear
I just want to see you bleed
you look beautiful in red

#1580

kneel down and close your eyes, devotee
breathe in, breathe out, sink into yourself
now open your inner eyes
and find yourself in this private chamber
deep within the temple complex
grand Bubastis beside the Nile
worship place of Bast, The Fiery One
the only sound torches flickering on the walls
and the soft patter of paw-steps in the shadows
temple cats or the spirits of their kin
the air is heavy with the scent of incense
and on the walls carvings laid with gold and lapis dance in the torchlight
images of the Lady of the East at Her work
standing proud and fierce upon Ra’s solar barque
or kneeling with Her children all around
scenes of hunting fields and sunlit courtyards
of celebration and devotion to the Lady of Truth
and standing tall and regal before your bowed form
a statue of the Mother Cat Herself in polished stone and shining gold
taller than any human, older than a thousand lifetimes
in one hand She holds a sistrum and the other an ankh
tools of Her trade, protectress and guide
at Her feet burn candles and incense
and offerings lay all around
cloth and ribbon, perfume jars and precious stones
place your own offerings at Her feet
bow your head and open your heart
in this chamber you are safe and welcome
the Lady of the Flame fills you with love like the eternal sun
devotion like the heart of the fire
peace like the most delicate perfume
the Lady hears all
speak and She will answer

#1579

there’s an ocean of stars inside me
a galaxy that presses at my seams
begging to be released in offering to you
swallow down this stardust world
drink the last drops of my galaxy
and transform it into raw energy
starbursts and explosions
meteor showers and solar flares
I’ll shape them into words
hot, electric, dazzling
and begin the cycle anew

#1578

you don’t have to be afraid
but at least be respectful
there is fire beneath your feet
and enough coiled tension to move Earth itself
the same water that sustains all of life
can also wipe it away in a surging wall
the mountains sleep, but are not dead
the ground is still, but hardly static
and nature is never tamed
only quiet between catastrophes
you don’t have to be afraid
but at least be prepared