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    Words from Our Future to Our Past: Mythpunk Poetry Written by a Gamer
    Words from Our Future to Our Past: Mythpunk Poetry Written by a Gamer
    Words from Our Future to Our Past: Mythpunk Poetry Written by a Gamer
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    Words from Our Future to Our Past: Mythpunk Poetry Written by a Gamer

    By Jerry Tideheeder

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    I give you a line, a scene, a character, a set
    In works, not written or filmed yet
    I send you my feelings, words working as their concept
    Let my bizarre worlds invade your percept
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateOct 10, 2022
    ISBN9781669849476
    Words from Our Future to Our Past: Mythpunk Poetry Written by a Gamer

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      Words from Our Future to Our Past - Jerry Tideheeder

      Copyright © 2022 by Jerry Tideheeder.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

      Rev. date: 10/10/2022

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      CONTENTS

      Alive

      Mouthpiece

      A perma-dead undead is a good undead

      Alone

      Artifact from the distant past

      Authority

      Be like water

      Ones and Zeroes

      Boar-serkers

      Butterfly dream

      Distant tech

      Dagger to the heart

      Death

      Desolation

      Double

      Equity

      Eyes

      Finding an old friend

      Frozen

      Don’t Quit Life --

      Heartless Whisper

      My origin story

      My origin story in its original form

      Genesis

      How to kill a dragon

      Slumber

      Loquat

      Immortal warriors on the stretcher

      Battle trance

      What is love to me

      Morning star

      Only Chants

      Pilgrimage of the pain believers

      My Reflection

      Stray

      Summer

      Evergreen

      Perfection

      Vigilantes

      What more can I ask?

      When love fails

      My heart, fool!

      My take on words that survived an eon

      Mundane

      Why, my child

      Sedna

      Abyss

      Pain and Pleasure

      Chain of hate

      I await you

      To A.K.

      Pretend

      Et tu…

      Blame

      From China, with Love

      Cause

      Satellite

      Thinking about you

      Carp

      Maze

      The moon’s beautiful

      Dimwitted shall I be

      Pity

      Loneliness

      Birthright

      Cyber roommate

      I decide

      Farewell to my god

      Crowd Pleaser

      Eudaimonia

      Sonder

      Toad and Swan

      Tobacco

      Empathy

      Better go home

      Trap

      Avatar of the thunder gods

      Sweet Epiphanies

      Age of Flood

      Evil Prevails

      Fin

      ALIVE

      M emory can be planted

      Personality can be modified

      Loyalty can be bred

      Evil can be cured

      The balance is gone

      No order, no chaos

      Without duality and conflict

      Are we still alive?

      MOUTHPIECE

      I am just the mouthpiece

      Of whatever higher power had

      Taken over me

      Dionysus, when I am intoxicated

      Phobos, when I am intimidated

      Aphrodite, when I am aroused

      For most of my life, though,

      Hephaestus, for I am envious,

      marginalized, unwanted, and betrayed.

      A PERMA-DEAD UNDEAD IS A GOOD UNDEAD

      "D on’t let your moral

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