Bass Bastard

Edge of Nothing and Everything

bassbastard — Sat, 03 Oct 2026 07:11:24 +0000

The walls are getting closer
The echoes coming faster
The message from the feedback is that I’m a fake disaster

Running ’til the walls fade
The ledge is getting thinner
The void is calling to me; I’m no fucking beginner

The repetition drowns out
The encouragement from love
The pit is cold comfort from the pressure that’s above

Take the final step, and the pain will go away
The hands holding on to me are begging me to stay
The agony of going on is building every day
And the silence is killing me every time I pray

The voices getting louder
And the hands filled with care
Holding me from the edge, so I won’t go there

Should I ask for help?
Should I take the leap?
A promise says I’ll stay, but not sure it’s one I keep

Forgive me for this pain
An agony to share
Don’t let the broken chemicals convince me noone’s there.

Take the final step, and the pain will go away
The hands holding on to me are begging me to stay
The agony of going on is building every day
And the silence is killing me every time I pray

Slow Down Skippy

bassbastard — Fri, 25 Sep 2026 22:26:40 +0000

Tell me, brother, sister, do you speak in tongues?
Consult the elder gods to sacrifice your young?
Do you ever wonder if life is obsolete?
Should you sell your soul or pictures of your feet?

Tell me, do the mediums loom too large?
Tell about the planets and the prices they charge?
Do you walk the path behind by just one beat?
Have the songs from yesteryear on repeat?

Plagiarism from the skies.
Transmuting all the stories going back to fire
Every time power is denied.
They find a way to blame your desire.

There are no new gods
Just recycled bodies of the deified.
Progress brings us messiahs in the cloud
Artificial and burning everything and the bush
Food and drink becoming more rarefied
But complaining is no longer allowed
Slow Down Skippy on the button push

Pocket gods tell me what to be
Tell about atrocities I’m allowed to see
Consuming everything to make me pretty
So those behind the glass won’t take pity

Multiplying and trying to escape
The knowledge of the world they all scrape
Building castles upon the sand
Melted to silicone the mass don’t understand

Plagiarism from the skies.
Transmuting all the stories going back to fire
Every time power is denied.
They find a way to blame your desire.

Dark and Stars

bassbastard — Wed, 26 Aug 2026 21:08:50 +0000

Love is something that is not easily defined in simple words, images, or actions. Small love is. But Love is not. In the face of misery and darkness, Love is continuing to shine. It is an act of defiance against the destruction of the light inside all of us. It is to become a beacon so bright that it drives a hole into spacetime and coalesces into a star.

It is rare in the midst of suffering or comfort that anyone chooses this path.

There is no equation to determine who will begin to blaze in the face of pain, in the lap of comfort, or in the tsunami of apathy and mediocrity. There is no way to judge the pain of others in the face of your own when you are lost in the simple suffering of the immediate moment. The long-term goal of over-arcing love that will bring life to the tiniest creature while still understanding that death is needed. That to wipe out inequity and intolerance; that a certain level of boundary must be placed on what is tolerated. There is no paradox of tolerance once you realize that those who are intolerant have placed themselves outside the boundaries of tolerance. That to love enough to eliminate hate requires greater strength than the shrug and turn.

We are once again at a crossroads.

And we are losing light faster than we are realizing love.

Darkness

bassbastard — Wed, 13 May 2026 18:51:22 +0000

poised between land, sea, and sky
a crossroads elemental
a place to live and die

void at my back
fire to the fore
Mother Ocean is calling
But the moon pulls once more

solid ground in her safety
to hold and protect
The fire up above in the waters reflects

The void that birthed what stands today
calls with chilling comfort
to take the pain away…

Take the pain away
Take the pain away
abdicate sensation
Give in to the numb

Take the pain away
Take the pain away
undoing creation
blind, deaf, and dumb

chasing light receding
Take the pain away
The world turns to darkness
to take the pain away

splitting atoms
dividing cells
begin again in darkness
over a sunless sea

Editorial Note

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:19:09 +0000

I decided today to post a ton of shit that I had been holding onto. Things I was not certain that I should share.

So… if you read the things today, they represent a long time period of collected random thoughts.

Leaving

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:17:36 +0000

The loss left me cold, falling into sleep
Waking up to the IV and the stitches
The return of pain and the itches
Reality assets itself and the Horrible truth
They’ve saved me the sons of bitches.

To Stay

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:15:44 +0000

When they were learning about namaste,
Others were shipping out to ‘Nam to stay
Free love and free time to play
Sold souls and gave it all away

Mentally crippled came home to zero care
Found compassion empty and no love to share
Safe home shutdown almost everywhere
propped up on corners for all to stare

God forbid is the mantra

Class war vets living high on fixed bets
Glittering synth pop pill pets
Paved streets with denied trauma treatment
Fuck you, I’ve got mine care impediment

Meat

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:13:49 +0000

Creating outrage is the most efficient path to monetization.
Remember this when your bias is confirmed by someone not on your “team” doing something you have been convinced is evil.
You are being used. Your outrage is a tool used to adjust you. Those who collect and use the information to manipulate your feelings do not care about your values. They care that your presences and anger have marketing value. Nothing more, nothing less. On social media, you are the product. The more they shape you through emotional manipulation, the more they can squeeze advertising and sales dollars out of you.
You have been bought and sold so many times that you will never know what value you have as a product.
Welcome to the machine. Once you pick a team, your bias shall be confirmed. You will be sectioned off. Your gods used against you. Your outrage sold to the highest bidder. Your anger was tweaked to just the right demographic. Your interests used to sell to you. Your negative reactions were used to confirm the bias of those on the other “team”.
You are all meat in the slaughterhouse who have not realized they have already been chopped up, parcelled out, and consumed.

Loss

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:11:32 +0000

The ghost of you keeps drawing me like a severed limb
Stumbling when stepping down on what I could depend
Severed ties like ragged nerves Raw electric agony
Each day I find a new one, and this seems to never end

V8 Juiced

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:09:42 +0000

2 rows of four make 8
burning dinosaurs past the throttle plate
sweating on dead cattle, hit the clutch, grab the shifter
a smooth left turn, push the pedal, it’s a drifter

Counter steer into the slide
fishtail fins blowing gravel wide
The moon looks on in apathy
She saw the children whose bodies flow free

crossed bones swing from the mirror
Objects aren’t fast enough to look nearer
hit the clutch and slam the steel
The faster I go, the smoother I feel

The world seems a better place when it’s a blur
The beast levels out and growls out a purr
chasing the night onto concrete
The rattle of the gravel no longer shakes the feet

Slide the gears up into 5
crank up RPMs and no overdrive
The moon hides her face behind cloudy veils
She can see tonight is the last on these wheels