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Guys, it's out. Took me long enough.

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Amazon.com: The Existential Crisis of the Crayon Poet eBook : Professor, Death: Kindle Store
Guys, it's out. Took me long enough.
Weary, weary tear-shaped cloud forced to
Track the hurtling thunder of a hurricane.
Alight with bombardments, ablaze
In the basilicas and synagogues
Greet me with a thousand arrows.
I rise in the wake of artillery shells,
In the enclosure of cupped prayer hands
Begging for order. As soon as tempests
Twist and the maddening roar begins.
Sing the horn! A rumble, a ravage, a rapture!
March at the feet of the death parade.
I will embody your smoke and sin
For more warcries and bloodlust.
Call chariots and cannonballs.
Call no one but my name.
I am the son of the Omen, the God of Misfortune and Gambling. The all-seeing Hand of chance and risk. And I am the death Angel of his father before him.
Now, incarnated with a sword and a pencil,
With stomping feet and dancing eyes.
Here rises the tear-shaped cloud at the
Whistle of the tempest. Alight, ablaze!
I am the rampaging God of Storms and Rage.
Fire away! Dance with me and see
Who really has nothing to lose!
Clap in my thunder, breathe in the jet streams.
Do not think! You will lose everything
You own without conviction.
Laugh to the drumbeats of the death parade.
I unsheate the Great Rapier in my right hand.
In my dominant left, the Wooden Pencil.
I have all my tools to create and destroy.
What a terrible misfortune to lay fate
In my hands, the son of the Omen,
The unforgiving storm forever circling.
I am every draw of luck against your way.
I am the incalculable odds of defeat.
I am the sole dysfunction of the thundercloud.
All is calm without me, even serene.
Bow your head or rage with me,
The rampaging, mad poet God of Chaos and Disorder.
Martian Boy
One day, many hundred years in the future
Once we have tamed our first celestial stray
Taught it to feed like our motherland
Breathe like our motherland
And to veil us like the Hail Mary
Once steel pierces the sky from a new outpost
Once new science is fostered on foreign soil
The new-age metropolis built on the banks of unspilled blood
The machinery jolted into flux
We would have forged a kingdom on borrowed culture
A kingdom no ape could see
No birds to circle and no ancestors to share.
The dead have long crowded out the enigma
But still wonder where everyone has gone
The dead earth's ciphered riddles remain unsolved
The clues of our past in fractured artifacts remain buried
Archived where dreams float aimlessly
Somebody promised them they would come back.
The new kingdom will host souls that have forgotten their origin
Data beyond structure and stories beyond narrative
But the lights shine bright
The cars speed and everything seems
Like a faithful reproduction
Carbon copies of the cities
We loved and blossomed within.
One day, in the black night of Martian alleys
A little Martian boy will drunkenly lie on his back and marvel at the many thousand stars at his disposal.
He will feel a longing so hollow
So evaporating and he will not understand why.
He will try to wrestle himself free from this spiritual inertia and he will lose.
Reviving my tumblr for you oddly misaligned fuckers.
Glacial bricks huddle like cobblestone,
Flick of the tongue surrenders enigmatic mysteries
To passers-by, why are doves outside the window?
Are they opposing your lies?
You look like an emblem of all things eternal.
You breathe just like a fairy circling the rubble.
I sipped on this crimson tea so neck-wringing sour,
It just had to be ethereal.
Watched the cursory stippling of an evening lullaby
Envelop the mundane with its idea of bliss.
Went ard leaving books feel old skool
Death Professor posting on a dead app how fitting
I can actually show you guys the cover art soon. If you're still here, some haunting poetry and prose is coming your way on AMAZON!
I ALSO JUST STARTED A BLOG ON MEDIUM DEATH PROFESSOR DEATH PROFESSOR DEATH PROFESSOR DEATH PROFESSOR DEATH PROFESSOR
Seems like nobody uses tumblr anymore just follow me on twitter then pls tq
@deathprof
Instagram is same as tumblr
I heard my heart beating outdoors for the first time in a street unknown. Traffic lights switch and stare, conducting the flow of empty roads. The doors I broke of the bars I barged into were greeted with wind chimes. The corner table faced the world, and on it leaned a walking stick.
The cobwebs warned me, not of spiders, but of nothing at all.
Oh how I wish I was beautiful when the sun kisses me,
Like the zinnia that bloom in vivid hues.
Forming a palette for women to choose.
Or a symbol of love like a rose —
The queen of flowers.
Blessed by goddesses like Aphrodite.
Or the golden gardenia,
A spitting image of morning herself.
As time made men who stirred winds that choked,
Rain fell in black drops that were drunk with toasts.
We choose our prayers like scratch cards,
We choose our gods like fruit.
We shall die, and if we rest at the feet of the wrong god,
Apologise, for we were human.
And if He who distances Himself from us,
Complains how far we have strayed,
Then to Hell with Him and the promises He’s made!
Remember once your work done,
And rather my own, for you the bell tolls;
Pass the torch and alter my course of beauty,
Like saffron broken down to golden dye.
Let me, without intervention,
Embrace the eternal morning that exists in fantasy.
Science, my dear friend, can only prove wrong.
For to prove something right is for that to be the only answer.
I, the seer of me, see
Through lactescent waterfalls that dribble in threes.
I, too anonymous to love and too strange to be,
Hallow me in scents only your candles breathe.