Tom Ellett.Art

05/31/2025

The Engineer

Dying Sun rises
Gray skies severe
In the distance
Dark spire appears
In vaulted pinnacle
With nefarious sneer
Wrapped in darkness
Schemes Engineer
Completes The Bastille
Fed by fear
All light extinguished
Sun disappears
Shadows tangible
Crystal clear
With quiet force
Engineer conquers
Engineer commandeers
Strangle-hold
Unrelentingly squeezes

His helpless prey:
Our Celestial Sphere

- Tom Ellett 05/31/25

03/06/2025

Mossholm - Self-Exiled Poet - Aventurine Monk

Character from my graphic novel Daymare. Perpetually in development.

I’m excited to be able to share with y’all.

More to come.

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10/02/2024

Razed

Umbral Me shivers
as the Sheepskin cloak
Drops down to
Your frostbitten feet
Fantasy retreats as
Truth is revealed
Clarity delivers
Brutal kicks
To my teeth

To your broken past
Is your ruinous future
Bound
Your lips are
Platinum Wet
And moving
And making
No sounds
The Demonic Shard's
Tongue in your ear
Wiggles 'round
Yanks your strings
With a sneer
Your inescapable
Puppeteer
While your stinger
Uncoils
Pierces down
Poisons ground

This Devil's
Not You
This possession
I foresaw
Thus my
Bloodlaced
Incanted sabre
Keenly whetted
I withdraw
Alluring Devil
In blurry details
With mocking smile
From jaw to jaw

My formidable
Defenses perforated
Misguided transgressions
We perpetrated
A mutually agreed-upon
Hostility State
Intentions short-sighted
We instigated
A custom-tailored
End of Days
Symbiosis abandoned
For vacant
Chemical Soirées

Over the edge of Love
Deep into the
Pit of Commitments Betrayed
We hurdle handfuls
Of emotions frayed
Our future's colors
Once so vibrant
Surrender to shadow
Exponentially fade
To bruise-like
Shades of
Blown-Vessel Gray

The King of Wishful Thinking
In the distance
Loudly plays

Back then
My favorite time
Was ending nights
Our bodies inseparable
Wrapped up tight
Glow from TV
Lit the room
Our choices
Self-serving
Sealed our tomb
On the horizon
Vivid orange
Rising cloud
Sonic boom

Anymore
We’re never there
You’re never here
I reach for the past
Regret Severe

Now
I'm no longer fooled
My spirit the
Weathered Wanderer
Creases appeals
They'll be overruled
Your heart a
Maze-scape
Dark and frigid
Barely beating
Supercooled

-Tom Ellett

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08/24/2024

Two more from Daymare.

Again, thank you.

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08/23/2024

A couple of months ago I started working on a small graphic novel. It’s something that I’ve never done before, and it has been a challenge. I’ve spent a lot of time working on world-building; trying to figure out what everything looks like, how everything functions, and the reasons why. I commend anyone who is working on a project like this. It has been daunting and confusing, but also I’ve learned a lot. It has its rewards. Also, unknowingly at first, I’ve sacrificed a lot to work on this. I’m at a comfortable spot to share some of the early concepts. Even these are mostly unfinished, but they are representational of the ideas swirling in my head. I will not leave descriptions. They are just images. But thank you for looking. I appreciate you all.

The title of the graphic novel will be Daymare. It’s a play on the word “Nightmare.” There is a reason why I’ve named it this, but you’ll have to read it to find out why.

🖤

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08/22/2024

Everyday It Comes for a Pound of Flesh

He’s out of the cockpit
Life support is running out
He’s dazed and spinning
Torn apart by
Never winning
In Zero G
His fantasies bloom
As the ship’s computer fails
Skeletal system ever frail
Dead Man has no tales to tell
The end is close
It’s just as well

He’s laughing
While nauseous
He’s face to face with Doom
Surrounding him like a school of piranhas
Wraps the technicolor gloom

He struck a deal with that fiendish wraith
In a moment of desperation
His terminal wish was granted
Parasitic gift now firmly implanted
Thus, his dark ruminations
Doth a twisted reality create

-Tom Ellett

Illustration:

Spinning Nightmares (Sold)

Pen and ink on paper.

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07/03/2024

Excerpt from a new poem I’m working on.

Because The Scorpion Wandered Pluto
Part I

Mother Scorpion seethes
Within her
Hurricane trauma
She drags her
Blind younglings
Between dank swamps
And lava
Between red cigarette
Lips
Her smile settles to a smirk
All the while
Her mind records
Her children’s questions
And quirks

She forever needs a way
To assert herself as The Ultimate
At the end of the day
Nightmares are her turf

Always around
Their necks
Mother Scorpion
Squeezes her resentments
And regrets
Leaving them lost
On their treks
Safety is extinguished
As danger is cemented
Burnt-trash hopes
Of pain-threshold transcendence
Clinging to a
Solid and sh*tty
Codependence
Coiled
Flash-frozen
and fu**ed up
Incinerating all of
Their contentments
Always crossed by
This broken system
As it bucks up

Her offspring always
Sauced
Their arms poked-in
Lungs smoked-in
Her children defiant
From being brutally bossed
Son a sissy
Daughter lost
Both children
Are broken
And bruised
Buried by their opaque anger
Always/Never fu***ng
Possibilities and Strangers
Crossed
To them are the
Five convoluted senses
Their peers eventually bloodthirsty
With heightened defenses
False enemies
While the shadow war
Commences
Slapped mouths
Swollen lips
Twerking, capitalism-fed
Hips
Always
Blood-thirsty beginnings
Always Dollar Tree glossed lips

-Tom Ellett

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06/14/2024

Early concept work on a small graphic novel I’m brewing up.

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06/14/2024

In The Beginning

No one can say that
The Emptiness was begging
Because The Emptiness certainly
Wants for naught
Its nature is nothing
Its nature is quiet
Its language is patience

Even so
Right before time started ticking
The Stillness extended its cup
for just bit of charity
It waited an eternity

Matter began as
A wisp in the stillness
A violent stirring
Of an uncountable
Flock of whispers
Transmutated into
This wind of
Ten trillion words
-And counting

Like kites
In flight
Around the
Nothing’s Cup
Particles subatomic
Swimming ‘round
A vastness astronomic
Space/Time expansion races
Hypersonic
Our harmonious Universe
Purrs ever symphonic

The Nothing became Now
Laughing
Our faces lighted
By buzzing electronics
Let us be grateful
For The Nothing’s humble act
We offer sentiments
And we keep asking “Why?”
When it’s unproductive
And to our detriment

Space held for this present moment
Handle with care:
Life and Death’s unified components

-Tom Ellett
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02/13/2024

12/31/2023

I start the new job on Monday, and I’m excited to have more time to create. I miss that. The alchemy of making something out of nothing. The spinning of gold from straw. I hope y’all have a safe and happy .

The Wizened Comet-Caller
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