Hail The Goer
@tongueamongteeth.bsky.social
Poems & songs
Some of these poems are part of a long envisioned music project that's finally being coaxed to life.
Please follow, let's share work & inspire.
Some of these poems are part of a long envisioned music project that's finally being coaxed to life.
Please follow, let's share work & inspire.
reeling in delirium
rain-soaked streets
hunching bleary-eyed
backbone distorted
fingers revolve round
cylindrical knob
& waterfall fader
synthesizing sounds
that remind me
of grandmother's bird army
thrashing seeds
sycamore trees
where cats stalk
& sleep in yellow
patches of sun
#poem #micropoem
rain-soaked streets
hunching bleary-eyed
backbone distorted
fingers revolve round
cylindrical knob
& waterfall fader
synthesizing sounds
that remind me
of grandmother's bird army
thrashing seeds
sycamore trees
where cats stalk
& sleep in yellow
patches of sun
#poem #micropoem
August 15, 2025 at 1:14 AM
reeling in delirium
rain-soaked streets
hunching bleary-eyed
backbone distorted
fingers revolve round
cylindrical knob
& waterfall fader
synthesizing sounds
that remind me
of grandmother's bird army
thrashing seeds
sycamore trees
where cats stalk
& sleep in yellow
patches of sun
#poem #micropoem
rain-soaked streets
hunching bleary-eyed
backbone distorted
fingers revolve round
cylindrical knob
& waterfall fader
synthesizing sounds
that remind me
of grandmother's bird army
thrashing seeds
sycamore trees
where cats stalk
& sleep in yellow
patches of sun
#poem #micropoem
i tied it on
like an old shoe
& ran across
this life
falling
exhausted
at the end
& slipped it
back off
again
#micropoem #poetry #poem
like an old shoe
& ran across
this life
falling
exhausted
at the end
& slipped it
back off
again
#micropoem #poetry #poem
June 13, 2025 at 1:45 AM
i tied it on
like an old shoe
& ran across
this life
falling
exhausted
at the end
& slipped it
back off
again
#micropoem #poetry #poem
like an old shoe
& ran across
this life
falling
exhausted
at the end
& slipped it
back off
again
#micropoem #poetry #poem
June 13, 2025 at 1:03 AM
May 22, 2025 at 2:00 AM
May 22, 2025 at 1:58 AM
Reposted by Hail The Goer
People with cPTSD have difficulty explaining why things feel so intense. Think of a person in pain who was always denied help with past pain & imagine what they’ve had to do all those years to get by. The c in cPTSD is complex. A life built in survival mode is not easy to explain
April 19, 2025 at 6:07 PM
People with cPTSD have difficulty explaining why things feel so intense. Think of a person in pain who was always denied help with past pain & imagine what they’ve had to do all those years to get by. The c in cPTSD is complex. A life built in survival mode is not easy to explain
Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.
Blessed is the flame that burns in the secret fastness of the heart.
Blessed is the heart with strength to stop its beating for honor's sake.
Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.
-Hannah Szenes
(see Alt text for context)
Blessed is the flame that burns in the secret fastness of the heart.
Blessed is the heart with strength to stop its beating for honor's sake.
Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.
-Hannah Szenes
(see Alt text for context)
April 20, 2025 at 1:56 PM
Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.
Blessed is the flame that burns in the secret fastness of the heart.
Blessed is the heart with strength to stop its beating for honor's sake.
Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.
-Hannah Szenes
(see Alt text for context)
Blessed is the flame that burns in the secret fastness of the heart.
Blessed is the heart with strength to stop its beating for honor's sake.
Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.
-Hannah Szenes
(see Alt text for context)
helium enhanced epithelium danced!
conducting the orbit of everything
Sunday morning delivered death warrants between window blinds
the
lunatic sun skinning our eyes
the
repetitive dreams of aquarium fish
factory workers interchangeable days
the infinite stuttering equivalence to come
#poem
conducting the orbit of everything
Sunday morning delivered death warrants between window blinds
the
lunatic sun skinning our eyes
the
repetitive dreams of aquarium fish
factory workers interchangeable days
the infinite stuttering equivalence to come
#poem
April 9, 2025 at 2:08 AM
helium enhanced epithelium danced!
conducting the orbit of everything
Sunday morning delivered death warrants between window blinds
the
lunatic sun skinning our eyes
the
repetitive dreams of aquarium fish
factory workers interchangeable days
the infinite stuttering equivalence to come
#poem
conducting the orbit of everything
Sunday morning delivered death warrants between window blinds
the
lunatic sun skinning our eyes
the
repetitive dreams of aquarium fish
factory workers interchangeable days
the infinite stuttering equivalence to come
#poem
☆WIP☆
I shelved this for a few months, and I'm hearing some potential now.
Hail The Goer!
#synth #underground #wip #synthesizers #Elektron #1010 #Maschine+
I shelved this for a few months, and I'm hearing some potential now.
Hail The Goer!
#synth #underground #wip #synthesizers #Elektron #1010 #Maschine+
March 26, 2025 at 2:08 AM
☆WIP☆
I shelved this for a few months, and I'm hearing some potential now.
Hail The Goer!
#synth #underground #wip #synthesizers #Elektron #1010 #Maschine+
I shelved this for a few months, and I'm hearing some potential now.
Hail The Goer!
#synth #underground #wip #synthesizers #Elektron #1010 #Maschine+
In January, I began integrating my hardware synth rig with Logic and a few soft synths. Steep learning curve for someone who's accustomed to working outside of a DAW & I've made no new music in months. Tonight, I'm starting a new track using the new setup. Wish me luck.
March 18, 2025 at 9:13 PM
In January, I began integrating my hardware synth rig with Logic and a few soft synths. Steep learning curve for someone who's accustomed to working outside of a DAW & I've made no new music in months. Tonight, I'm starting a new track using the new setup. Wish me luck.
heart is a
gnarled harbor,
a fog lost in shipwrecks
muttering rhythms of
sails rippling
resonate riggings &
blood that crests before breaking-
against a far & unfamiliar shore
violins strung with veins
erase the silence
with something like a song
#poem #micropoem #dark
gnarled harbor,
a fog lost in shipwrecks
muttering rhythms of
sails rippling
resonate riggings &
blood that crests before breaking-
against a far & unfamiliar shore
violins strung with veins
erase the silence
with something like a song
#poem #micropoem #dark
March 1, 2025 at 6:22 AM
heart is a
gnarled harbor,
a fog lost in shipwrecks
muttering rhythms of
sails rippling
resonate riggings &
blood that crests before breaking-
against a far & unfamiliar shore
violins strung with veins
erase the silence
with something like a song
#poem #micropoem #dark
gnarled harbor,
a fog lost in shipwrecks
muttering rhythms of
sails rippling
resonate riggings &
blood that crests before breaking-
against a far & unfamiliar shore
violins strung with veins
erase the silence
with something like a song
#poem #micropoem #dark
wind folds cotton origami
a funeral of mist & light
an elephant
cobra
crane
turtle
tree
lion
silkworm
ant
all
flow one into the next
until taxonomy & death
are both exhausted
all deaths rehearsed
above our heads, rest
hold wake in the eyes
transcribe bibles of graceful cloud silence in the heart
a funeral of mist & light
an elephant
cobra
crane
turtle
tree
lion
silkworm
ant
all
flow one into the next
until taxonomy & death
are both exhausted
all deaths rehearsed
above our heads, rest
hold wake in the eyes
transcribe bibles of graceful cloud silence in the heart
February 20, 2025 at 4:05 PM
wind folds cotton origami
a funeral of mist & light
an elephant
cobra
crane
turtle
tree
lion
silkworm
ant
all
flow one into the next
until taxonomy & death
are both exhausted
all deaths rehearsed
above our heads, rest
hold wake in the eyes
transcribe bibles of graceful cloud silence in the heart
a funeral of mist & light
an elephant
cobra
crane
turtle
tree
lion
silkworm
ant
all
flow one into the next
until taxonomy & death
are both exhausted
all deaths rehearsed
above our heads, rest
hold wake in the eyes
transcribe bibles of graceful cloud silence in the heart
I found the place
where Tom Waits wrote Bone Machine
& Basquiat last nodded
where Jesus slept darkly before rolling back the stone
& Buddha came & went unchanged
his feet, two diamond hearts,
tenderly stepping suffering
into sutra spoken bridges
into hallowed eldritch song
where Tom Waits wrote Bone Machine
& Basquiat last nodded
where Jesus slept darkly before rolling back the stone
& Buddha came & went unchanged
his feet, two diamond hearts,
tenderly stepping suffering
into sutra spoken bridges
into hallowed eldritch song
February 18, 2025 at 3:33 AM
I found the place
where Tom Waits wrote Bone Machine
& Basquiat last nodded
where Jesus slept darkly before rolling back the stone
& Buddha came & went unchanged
his feet, two diamond hearts,
tenderly stepping suffering
into sutra spoken bridges
into hallowed eldritch song
where Tom Waits wrote Bone Machine
& Basquiat last nodded
where Jesus slept darkly before rolling back the stone
& Buddha came & went unchanged
his feet, two diamond hearts,
tenderly stepping suffering
into sutra spoken bridges
into hallowed eldritch song
Love is the most practical thing in the world. To love, to be kind, not to be greedy, not to be ambitious, not to be influenced by people but to think for yourself – these are all very practical things, and they will bring about a practical, happy society.
-Krishnamurti
-Krishnamurti
February 17, 2025 at 11:42 PM
Love is the most practical thing in the world. To love, to be kind, not to be greedy, not to be ambitious, not to be influenced by people but to think for yourself – these are all very practical things, and they will bring about a practical, happy society.
-Krishnamurti
-Krishnamurti
Om Try-Ambakam Yajaamahe
Sugandhim Pusstti-Vardhanam
Urvaarukam-Iva Bandhanaan
Mrtyor-Mukssiiya Maa-[A]mrtaat ||
Sugandhim Pusstti-Vardhanam
Urvaarukam-Iva Bandhanaan
Mrtyor-Mukssiiya Maa-[A]mrtaat ||
November 15, 2024 at 11:23 PM
Om Try-Ambakam Yajaamahe
Sugandhim Pusstti-Vardhanam
Urvaarukam-Iva Bandhanaan
Mrtyor-Mukssiiya Maa-[A]mrtaat ||
Sugandhim Pusstti-Vardhanam
Urvaarukam-Iva Bandhanaan
Mrtyor-Mukssiiya Maa-[A]mrtaat ||
let the body live in hunger & eat only what grows from the mind
let the fire inside die so low that only a single ember glows
& you
hold it between your cheek & teeth
mutter flame & smoke
all sung asunder
a song, tender, timbre
glows &
the ember remembers-
wilderness inside
burns only for love
let the fire inside die so low that only a single ember glows
& you
hold it between your cheek & teeth
mutter flame & smoke
all sung asunder
a song, tender, timbre
glows &
the ember remembers-
wilderness inside
burns only for love
November 15, 2024 at 3:05 AM
let the body live in hunger & eat only what grows from the mind
let the fire inside die so low that only a single ember glows
& you
hold it between your cheek & teeth
mutter flame & smoke
all sung asunder
a song, tender, timbre
glows &
the ember remembers-
wilderness inside
burns only for love
let the fire inside die so low that only a single ember glows
& you
hold it between your cheek & teeth
mutter flame & smoke
all sung asunder
a song, tender, timbre
glows &
the ember remembers-
wilderness inside
burns only for love
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain, which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, until in our despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.
November 15, 2024 at 2:49 AM
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain, which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, until in our despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.
with photovoltaic fingers
I gather
only what the sun sheds
paper my forgetful lobes
with scraps of light
so that I may remember myself
only by my shadow
#poem
I gather
only what the sun sheds
paper my forgetful lobes
with scraps of light
so that I may remember myself
only by my shadow
#poem
November 15, 2024 at 2:38 AM
with photovoltaic fingers
I gather
only what the sun sheds
paper my forgetful lobes
with scraps of light
so that I may remember myself
only by my shadow
#poem
I gather
only what the sun sheds
paper my forgetful lobes
with scraps of light
so that I may remember myself
only by my shadow
#poem
Love always wins.
November 15, 2024 at 2:16 AM
Love always wins.
The clear light of death
will burn every shadow
I've carried through this dream.
will burn every shadow
I've carried through this dream.
April 28, 2024 at 4:44 PM
The clear light of death
will burn every shadow
I've carried through this dream.
will burn every shadow
I've carried through this dream.