Hardcore

Once, while in a very heated discussion I was challenged to the question: “what does it even mean to be an alpha? What is human alpha? And what does that mean to you?”

I said: I don’t know. I don’t have to know. I just have to answer the call.

I answer the call. And if it means fucking your wife, so be it. She, obviously, didn’t give a shit about your marriage when she wanted it in the ass. She didn’t give a fuck about you while you were overseas fighting brown people in the Middle East.

All I can think of, is savage as fuck.

I just consume the human form

I crush clams under a variable hammer

I break borders as the roots of a great ficus; overtaking and uplifting—

Putting pressure to the weakest points

I am concerned with my own interests and those interests are the interests of my tribe. They are the interests of my people, the aspirations and actions of my kind; and my kind are variable. My kind is vast

Filled with temerity and beauty. They revel in the in the darkness; the children of the night.

And I am there, with my strengths and weaknesses, my temerity and beauty, ready to reign chaos on the minds of our enemies and I understand the nature of being rooted to something deeper.

I answer the call
 because my ‘why’ is greater.

& I am beyond this theater

I am beyond that wedding ring

Your laws

The chiseled beliefs about right and wrong which are so unbelievably worthless.

I am savage and unconquerable

And I shall have everything I came for

As they lay it out on an altar  

Fearful of an unsatiated deity

I do not have to understand it, I merely have to answer the call.

And I live to answer the call

I live to spread my wings