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If you have looked at my socials or here lately you probably have noticed the slowdown/stoppage of my posts. I want to create, help others create, fight Fascism and for equality not ask for it myself. I am embarrassed to be at square one but I am currently going through a move lost some of my editing gear... If you want to drop a couple of dollars to support me I would be endlessly thankful to fund time to create, to create conditions under which I can create or to help provi

©️5/25/2026 YourKl0WN.G0V Oh I sit here in a moment of great concern Seeing every single promised promise burn Against, mine own nature I now do turn Listening to father Odin in an attempt to learn Oh dear Dionysus please let me rise anew Within my own mind and body just like you From my own past cast by this world askew This Lilith’s child out his mother’s womb tore Upon this battlefield with a mighty roar I is she who rose from this dusty old floor Full of wonder wondering

©️ 6/1/26 Your Kl0WN.G0V Have you ever had to really ask yourself why Feels like glass So shattered Have you ever looked into the mirror and saw beyond Saw what mattered? A distortion of their mask Does this role This hole You’ve grown yourself into feel like A Fucking task? Does your So called soul match your own reflection? Have you ever even had to ask? Then task yourself and Ask yourself What would be left besides ashes and coal If you rejected what they embraced and face

If we actually read and at times trudge through Orwell’s ‘1984’ past the surface-level and often selectively applied conversations about misinformation and manipulation of truth, we begin to see a deeper theme emerge. A theme centered on opposition to totalitarian control through cruelty. And if we make it through the heft of the novel, we eventually arrive near the end where after prolonged torture and psychological degradation the party member holding Winston Smith captive,

I’ll play the violins I’ll play the violins As we are consumed by the silence I’ll play the violins I’ll play the violins As we are consumed by the violence Warnings not heeded that sentries have repeatedly told Nations heated the festering wounds centuries old History’s stitches never hold Wounds deep Where our inner demons sleep The grown over pasture cave The master even before the slave Was a conception The devils deception That he did not exist Became the the tension in

Honestly all I gotta tell you all I got is my name They told me if I want fame I'd have to come with no shame Honestly look me eye to eye They told me I'd have to lie Say things that would make my momma cry Honestly coming at you true Is all I can do Cause people can see through A gimmick But I can't wrap my mind around that It's like they pull a recycled concept out of a hat They are making the sick and I think it needs medicine stat Let me be the voice for the voiceless Giv

Callously I don’t believe in a guiding hand stated and fated from high above Fallacy I tend to see, in the preordained designated lie that society calls love Whether it’s mutual psychological attraction or a reaction from chemical interaction Or the way you fit in those clothes and the elements of you you chose to show in our interaction Like a rose by any other name would still smell just as sweet Just the same I had to concede defeat to a beauty like Helena’s fleet All I kn

Today I saw this graph on the news and the way it’s being used every damn time I see it because the audacity of it all is hard to sit with. Yes. Fentanyl deaths are falling. That part is real. And that matters. But any number above zero is not a victory. It’s not a trophy to place on any one person. And watching people crown Trump a victor over a line on a chart while cheering “blow the boats out of the water” feels like watching human lives flattened into statistics and tur

As the storm clear I’m still surrounded by all that I fear And shores of safety seem no nearer The waters of sin reflecting me like a mirror The ghosts of my past floating under the black Hands reaching trying to pull me back Chest clenching like a heart attack I pull myself out But I find myself thing about What it would be like if I had taken another route Honestly if right now was my final bow I think I’d had have little regrets But those little regrets do come in sets And

I try to play it cool And near the edge of the pool I take a deep breath as I step out into the insane domain where pain seems to rule… Emotional scars are hard to hide The surface heals but scars reside Marred deep inside I pile things a lot Left to brandish so they aren’t forgot Maybe to banish the thought That one day I might be the one forgot Left alone in the pitch Shivering alone cold and wet in the ditch Along the path of life So I step through hot mess Ignoring the f

Didn’t think I was gonna address this in rhyme? I was just Biden my time (Get it Biden…) It’s time Let’s talk about cognitive decline (Turn it up so loud so they can hear it in a another dimentia Turn up real loud so he can hear it through his dementia) Dear mister president Mister geriatric-in-resident Feel like I’ve been dodging a land mine It’s time Lets talk cognitive decline We gonna talk about this presidential race I’m worried cuz your speech is written double space Pe

That familiar ink stink As uncap my pen and to it to the pad Thinking of a all the good times we had “Dear…” I look in the mirror I see the man that you hate the most Maybe it’s just me the host conjuring your ghost Now all I am to you is a name in a post Or the postscript On the unsent letter I know how I’m feeling I hoping you are doing better Kinda figured that maybe at least you’d always be my friend Kinda figured it would be just you and me in the end Someday it’s hard t

Dear Friend. Fuck. It’s all I can say To this very fucking day Fuck. One single word written in my drafts for so long And all I ever wanted was to write you a fucking simple song When I think about it, it all still feels so wrong Fuck. Fuck you heroin How could you ever fucking affect me First classmate I felt like didn’t immediately reject me You were a good man it was truly hurt to lose Fuck. Best friend reached out late to tell me the news Thinking back that day was insane

[radio tuning] The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command … I. Don’t. Under…. Stand! Shouldering the monumental weight Of my own fractured mental state Is getting harder every day Fucking political news upsetting me in every way This hypocritical bullshit got me foaming at the mouth As my own bank account appears to be heading further south The truth is kept further from us still Below the rotting chambers of po

As a child my favorite verse was John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he sent his only begotten Son, so that anyone who believes in him will not perish but may have eternal life.” This is from memory believe it or not I did check and it doesn’t seem to match exactly with any translation. I was baptized somewhere in my first year of life in a local Catholic Church before my adoption. After I was adopted my parents re-baptized me and I was rededicated in my new name. I gr

Friends, loved ones, Fam I am sorry “I” am the I am Or Was Sitting here solitary alone In a place where the bright light sun once shone Now cast into night Caught in a thought thinking Caught thinking on the pieces the pieces of me That I keep out of sight Those pieces I strain to push together like Sisyphus just to get my life right, Reconnect my unsainted soul, my painted mind my tainted spine Guess it’s fine right? It’s better than the pieces of me pondering how I’d swing

[Audio Clip: “One way or the other, we are going to have Greenland … whether they like it or not.”] … Are we really too preoccupied with indecision and internal division To notice who’s dragging along the incision? Are we too blinded and manic fearing some satanic gay panic and queer fear To see what’s becoming more and more clear? Ignoring every past flaw, Trading your own beloved and beholden class for nationalist blind pride, In the cast of that emboldened nationalism Wher

☭ KL 0 WИ . G 0 V Ⓐ My father’s a hardworking man Who always had a way with being good Warned me how easily the things I say Could be misunderstood Always encouraged to have courage, Keep my mind well-fed, stay well-read As I grew up he said, as often as one can, That in order to be a man I should say what I mean And mean what I say So when your little sign read like “one of us for all of you” I knew I had to tell you my view Just one of us here Are worth far more than all of

☭ KL 0 WИ . G 0 V Ⓐ Gentlemen up high so short Members of the highest court I stand before you beyond reason, Politically confused Economically abused And accused of treason, Too young for you to feel politically comfortable to abort intellectually Too old for those who economically pull your strings to try to court sexually …. Fuck you. This is the voice of the youth Still asking what is truth. We are really out here Asking you fascists for so little It’s become so very clea

☭ KL 0 WИ . G 0 V Ⓐ So hang in here with me… we’re going to call this seditionist speech preemptively. That’s what the …miserable multitude of mentally mild MAGAtts, the sick salivating spineless sycophants, the pusillanimous proud pedophile protectors, and the noxious necrotic nationalists wrought forth from within their family wreath...[ahem] opposition will call it, because far too many of us have forgotten what true sociopolitical dialogue and criticism even sounds like.