Bass Bastard

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

Fire

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:07:35 +0000

And I ask myself, did I fall from grace?
And I look around me
and I realize
There is none to be had here.
I must leave this behind
fight through to reach the fires
and once the cleansing flames caress me
hold me warm again in their embrace
Then I shall rise
For one can not fall unless one has risen
and I
I still choke on the ashes
of the fires that consumed those
who sought to use me as the fuel
for their fires of ascension.
for I stand in the flames of others
and know
that I shall not be fed upon
will not be burned
because
I start the fire

Fertile Mind

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:05:37 +0000

If you were to ask about the shits I give
There wouldn’t be enough for a fly to live
Not a molecule of the detritus
That comes from deep inside us

Nothing could initiate a quark of gravity
To pull that metaphor from in the cavity
Deep in the nether regions of my mind
When you climb deep within and hope to find

A reason for me to judge the life another man lives
If his life is based on the consent he both asks and gives
To oppress my stranger, that’s an unknown brother
Just to impress the false morality of another

My way, my life.

…not yours

Nom

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:02:43 +0000

The gingerbread man lost his arm in nom
Now he’s on line fucking everybody’s mom

You can’t spell Boomer without “Me”
And environmental catastrophe
Squeezed out a generation too numbed to feel
And see destroyed all they were taught was real

The next is stuck in an eternal trauma
Too broke to join in the drama
Spawn a crowd of riled-up world creators
Who suffers punishment for procrastinators

Neck deep in ashes, trying to turn them green
Choked on what’s left from the boom right lean
The world suffocates on plastic confetti
Wondering if the locusts will die already