You've just crossed over. There's no way home.
Your next stars and fates control.
Black doors swing wide.
I walk the hallway with my cat. Shadows trailing.
Each door is story. Each tunnel a truth or land.
King Kong's echo. The beast behind the next portal. But its beauty.
Not the beast that delivers the quiet landing.
Black doors. Black doors.
Story after story, through the night, a blues snaps the scene. Each vision
fading in the light. We are all alone.
Born alone, die alone. Company is
fleeting, but selfrespect is
what lasts. Books, wisdom,
silence with your own soul.
The answers wait within.
through every blackened door blues laced
memory. A laugh, a scream, a memory,
a cat slinking past a tunnel of past
lives. Is this God in the void or
just the echo of stories told in the dark?
I wrote this for the ones listening beyond the
next door. Maybe it's just another hallway and the
riff one last flinger in the gloom.
To be or not to be, but with a double T.
Be an ass. Be as you are. Art trip and doom it.
That's the best art. As true as yourself, they ask your life.
Books can teach you a lot, but wisdom comes from sitting alone in silence with
your own soul and hearing it. The answers you seek are within.
And this self-realization is like prayers being answered even for those
who do not pray. So I'm alone, my cat in
front of black door open wide. Behind it
is tunnel of dimensions and pass live.
And what is ahead? I hear a voice. Is
it God in this void? Art thou God? I'm in
the end, aren't I? I hope I was not an ass with
a hole. I prepared to say I sin with syntax
cuz that's me. G... I am in front of you an Eye and I
I wrote some poems to you. I hope you
will like it, man. And OG enjoy listen.
I'm an ass not from Texas. But(T) Double T and ass. Now I'm going to SIN with SINTAX in TIK TOK
content. You might enjoy but you have to be jolly and glooming when I am present
this G,66 tombs rock. Okay, let's
rock it. Shock rock therapy part one
final reckon it's rumor. Got to hope he has room and don't smite me. Oh
prepared to say I sin with syntax cuz that's me G... I in front of you and I. I I
wrote some poems to you. I hope you like it man and OG enjoy listen I am NOT from
Texas but(t) with a double T now I'm going to tell you some Poems and like content you might
enjoy but you have to be jolly and glooming when I am pesenting this G this
rock okay let's rock it shock rock therapy park one final reckoning in front of I hope you love
rock and don't
smite me Oh,
I hope you let us come upon you and me aware of the presence of holy
folly. The only thing that should be sacred is
life. God, king, and country are pure nonsense.
Can you choose the country you are born in? No. Can you choose your skin color?
No. Should you idolize such nonsense?
To be or not to be, that is the question.
Truth or imagination, bioelectric, chemical, you must be aware
of the presence. No AI programs by the will of parents, school, government, and society. What
gives you the right to kill, to bother, to drill in the name of
whom? Those who think they're god and country.
All those things you depict in the journal,
things known and unknown,
are silly if you ask me.
Because you pick make up God and conquer the country.
Yes, that's why. That is the ugly truth. Seal secrets wrapped in lies. A shield
of silence, a mask of disguise. No ugly truth.
seals secrets with a lot of [ _FUCKING_ ] note.
The truth remains. Your actions are those of a slave
to suit and tie. Therefore, you live without love.
I am you. You ask me
what can I do? You
words are sharp as knives cutting deep in wood
carved in stone. I want it.
You know them. They are yes a cliche, a platitude, a true is nothing new.
But still the truth, it's purpose.
Purpose to the meaning of life.
Because I think and therefore I act. Tomorrow is not promised to us.
So make it a good day. Not just a day to be or not to be,
but to be as you act.
That is the best act now. to be as you act.
True to yourself
in front of the night.
Who am I? Can I help myself
being an ass?
Don't smite me.
Books can teach you a lot, but wisdom comes from sitting alone in silence with
your own soul and hearing it. The answers you seek are with it. And this
self-realization is like prayers being answered
even for those who do not pray.
Hush now dawn and close your eyes. Truth is wrapped in velvet lies. Wires hum
circuit spark whispered sins inside the dark. Rock about my wicked thing. Kiss
the hand that pulls a string. God and country. Drill and kill. Bite the apple.
Take your FILTH...
I am in wonder and all.
Yes, that's why. That is the ugly truth. [ _SHIT_ ] secrets. Bit of blood unknown to
the public. Oh, [ _FUCK_ ] it. No. G the truth. Still, you are a lie. The black
door is open wide. " Daniel FX Staal (2025)
