Seth Walker Poetry

01/31/2026

We are prisoners
In open air cells

With the illusion of free will
Caged in ribs

Soul trapped in flesh cells
Selling ourselves to self

12/11/2025

Did you know I have a Christmas Album?!?!

7 track album

07/05/2025

When God came to this dimension
We became

A reflection of a segmented consciousness
Experiencing itself in a dream

So here we are, my friends
In a fractally infinite pattern of experiencing

Ourselves as one self
A broken mirror reflecting

Projecting our inward feelings outwardly
Onto a world that we're constantly creating

We're blaming our fellow selves
Emancipating our light despite our self condemning

Delirious souls pretending
We are not one thing

Until time re-consumes us
As reality practices recycling

05/31/2025

NEW POEM - LOTS OF TRIGGER WARNINGS

I was the son of a false prophet
Well… not was… shamefully… are…
Though he is dead now… entombed…I am
A descendent of a manipulative preacher; non-removed

He; a wannabe televangelist
Who never "made it" in the industry
I left when I saw the religious abuse & gaslighting
In the accusations of blasphemy

Me; a rogue poet preaching freedom in the streets
Offering Knightly assistance to those in need
Honoring oaths to not repeat the patterns of past defeats
So the God in The Great Us can finally be complete

~*~

In my 40's, I'm still dealing with hatemail
From blood related "family"...
I remember that the full phrase is:
The blood spilled on the battlefield

Is thicker than the water spilled
From your Mother's womb.
Thus until I am tomb-stretched
Who gave me birth or who gave me worth & respect

Will be two separate conversations…
None of us should ever forget
That we are all still scared of being human; and
That specific terror is what can eventually unite us all

05/30/2025

Peace is a boomerang
That you throw when you are bored

…and…

When it inevitably returns in its cycle
We are always impressed with ourselves

… if we catch it again…

04/29/2025

Meditation is an art of control
Of breath, of centeredness, of consciousness
A beautiful balance of brilliance
Perseverance & consistency

Love is an art of release
Of letting go of expectations & insecurities
Of allowing the spark, God hid in us,
…to shine

God is an artist of love
Breaking the expectations & insecurities
Of consciousness into mosaics
The masterpiece of creation

My heart is ten fingers typing
God flowing into poetry
Opening a menagerie of spiritual sight seeing
Beyond dimensional description of non-light-beings

Words are vibrations
Which have associated geometry
Us water sacks crystallize systematically
With harmonization of our calling

You are nothing
And everything
You are also me
… so that’s pretty cool too…

04/28/2025

"The lovesong of my shore to you"

The dry sands must want for the tide
Parched lips; dehydrated
Craving the kiss of wetness

Party-goers drag soaked towels
Dripping ghosts of hope
That instantly evaporate

Love looks like a zen master's water paintings
Invisible to anyone who wasn't there
When it was first created

_*_

The moon pulls the tides
Humans are mostly made of water
So burial is the great separation & returning

_*_

When my final tide rolls out
May it be under your sunset
Let my soul rest with no regrets

Let the last beat of this chest
Be my last word
In my last breath

May God give me the strength
To say, one last time
I love you, thank you, & thank you for loving me

04/13/2025

National LGBTQ+ community: PLEASE HELP

After the recent attacks on the q***r community in Mississippi, we’re firing back. Please help us boost the “f**k darwells” merch by sharing the link, making a video, or posting about it!

Would the humans like a booth?