state of mind

The etymology of my name comes from

Volod

A slavic name

In a country haunted by slavic customs

And communism

But before that by roman ones

And Latin slavery

And before that tribal ones

And barbarism

Volod means

Born to lead

I was named after a national hero

Dracula

The man of devil blood

Said to bathe in that of others

Putting heads on spikes and

Wanting to take patriotism to new heights

If my name makes me a vampire

Am I supposed to be a creature of the night

How come I'm supposed to drink the essence of others

But instead I've been

Sucked of my life blood

When is it my turn to feast

Will I risk becoming a cluster b personality

If you know you know


My ancestors were blacksmiths, barrel makers and activists

Now I want to leave Minds discombobulated

Making my mark as a wordsmith


The stars are my patrons, my deities

The hymns are my poems

You are my communion

So I ask you

What words do I have to say

To impale people's hearts

To stay in their cerebellum

Get them talking about freedom


Can I be a nobler vampire

Like Alucard

Saving souls whilst using wicked powers

Slinging silver with my glib tongue

And titulating grey matter

Peppering your inner ear bone, the incus

I can be your succubus

Making all types of lips salivate

Be lover boy

Be clever boy

Be war boy

Be peacemaker boy


Play no games

And highlight the game

Weave and Wave it around like

Glowsticks in a year 6 dance

Or a warehouse rave

Making the syllables

Click clack

Like stilettos on hard sidewalk

Unfurl the elite House of cards

And Space yourself to a Higher place

Expelling young urges, slaying aphids, dark watchers

Obstructing my doors

Can be dangerous

It can lead to a penalty fare or prosecution

Enlightenment or annihilation

Baptism or rite of passage


Palo Santo my incense

Wave it as Elminster's wand

We've lost our smell, our taste

We don't appreciate our own taste buds

So why don't we nip that in the bud

And smell the world for what it is

Bud and shit stains on the grass

Smeared with visions of the past


But we live and love in the present

So why don't you give yourself the present

Of self-care and attention


It's an empire state of mind  


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