Time is the servant of the Jew.
When it dominates your life
so are you.
May 21, 2025
Category: Poetry
Our riches lie beneath the great vault
of Heaven
and
above
the good green Earth below.
May 21, 2025
hot day in the middle of May
i'm home but i can't
escape the
Kronos
tone
of
a
hundred
thousand slaves
clocking in clocking out
and my alarm is set
for 4am so i can
stand in place
for eight
hours
and
earn just
enough fiat
to scratch out
a living without joy
without hope to build
a better future at 51 it's
a wall i want to hang
myself from that
inescapable
prison
of
brutality
drained
dry
by
le
happy
parasites
wedged into
every crack and
crevice of Albany
and Washington D.C.
merciless wretches!
feasting at my family
table served first
and last while
one meal
a day
sustains
these two
narrow feet
carrying four days
of groceries six blocks
on a back broken by
a hundred years of
money changing
grifts that
defeated
the best
and
noblest
among us and left
a ruinous civilization
behind in decline toward
a universal slavery of
ignorance and
despair
that
will
crush
what remains
of us beneath the weight
of the inhuman machine
that turns work into
home and won't
let go of my
mind on
a hot
day
in
the
middle
of May when
all i can hear is the
chemical endorphin
trigger trick of the
Kronos tone.
May 16, 2025
the uncanny valley is a curtained
alcove
behind which
someone has died.
is it a friend or a stranger?
should you anticipate shock
followed by grief? or
relief followed
by shame?
you do not know,
and so
you
suffer.
May 2, 2025
so long as i can,
with all my heart,
say,
'I did all I could,'
i can close my eyes
—at last!—
at
the end
of the day.
April 23, 2025
snowfall in April
and when i
bow
my
head
against
the
bite
of
the
wind
it is with
a sense of
shame at my
defeat by the
hand of misery.
April 13, 2025
knowing,
i need no longer speak.
April 13, 2025
even if there is no hope
for a better
life
at
least
i have loved
FIERCELY
loved
a
man
as a wife.
April 6, 2025
the worst lies are those that
separate us
from our racial identity,
for that is a negation of the soul.
March 30, 2025
The aesthetic of the Aryan
is the love of all beautiful things.
March 30, 2025
