Bound in blessings with the Left -
                 Brother Left!
Joined in patriotic love of country - fellow man!
        How we quarrel, quarrel, quarrel,
In pursuit of governing!
        Stars and stripes define our kinship,
Coupled by our common heirship
Providential comforting;
           Striving on, on, on,
         In the stately pantheon,
And respectful competition of opinions coalesced
       From the Left, Left, Left, Left,
               Left, Left, Left -
  From the striving and reviving of the Left.


        Hear the agitating Left,
                 Fearful Left!
Having aspirations of equality expressed!
        Notions quite inferior -
        Vaunting ours - superior!
From the birth of modern man
    The crown is ours.
God-anointed master plan
  Grants the bounty to the chosen ruling clan -
   Avatars!
           Rightful is our point of view!
Such a farce to claim equivalence in detinue!
   How undue!
   How untrue!
           Parity!?! They misconstrue!
Toleration? We eschew -
         And the thieving, and deceiving
           Of the Left, Left, Left,
         Of the Left, Left, Left, Left,
               Left, Left, Left -
  To the squeaking and the shrieking of the Left!


         Hear the loud and loathsome Left -
                 Traitor Left!
Behold their filthy claims of equity expressed!  
       Speaking for their people now,
       In a gruesome, ghastly growl!
Bellowing their heresies,
From their foul vicinities,
                  Blasphemies!
All the voices tell me that the Left is savage and insane,
All the faces sell me feelings of derision and disdain,
           Ceaseless refrain, refrain, refrain,
            Feed the chorus to sustain
That which makes me feel exceptional,
Castigating as contemptible,
      Anyone with views apart from mine.
            Oh, the Left, Left! Left!
Inhumane and demonized,
      Reviled!
How they dream, and scream, and scheme!
       How could anyone oppose
Righteous, pure and godly promulgated truth?
       Yet the chosen few persist,
Through the gnashing,
And the thrashing,
      ‘Owning Libs’ is sacrosanct;
Even though the mirror shows,
       The heaving,
And the seething.
       And the cowardice repeating,
Of the spinelessness - projected on the Left—
             On the Left—
     On the Left, Left, Left, Left,
            Left, Left, Left—
In the droning and the groaning of the Left!


          Hear the venom of the Left -
                 Evil Left!
Claiming equity of those awash in melanin!
Fetid fiends of arrogance,
Threatening our dominance,
       Damaging hegemony,
      Weakening supremacy,
Of the righteous, rightful heirs of kingdom come!
The heresies that they espouse,
      Causes panic to arouse;
     Evilness!          
    Oh! These wicked, loathsome creatures,
       WIth disgusting, grotesque features;
                 Vileness!
        And their preaching, preaching, preaching,
          In their pitched and putrid screeching,
Mutual inclusion teaching!        
          Oh, what awful, wretched swine!
     Having sold their own humanity
     For prolonged insanity!  
              The fools!
        Look at them! It’s not us, not me!
        Can’t you see? See!?! See!!!
                    SEE!
             Paranoia on the Left!
         How delusional they are,
             Maniacal are the Left!
          Spying on my ev’ry move!
          Telling lies, lies, lies!
          Being kind is for the week!,
             Tell that to the dreadful Left—
               The wretched Left -
          Telling lies, lies, lies!
          Selfishness in virtue!
            Hear the throbbing of the Left -
          Of the Left, Left, Left -
            Hear the sobbing of the Left;
          Telling lies, lies, lies,
            And they creep, creep, creep,
          Spying on me as I sleep!
            Oh! The mania of the Left -
          Of the Left, Left, Left -
            The hysteria of the Left,
      Of the Left, Left, Left, Left -
              Left, Left, Left -
  And the moaning and the foaming of the Left.

Yet another evening that turns into night
and the thoughs in my head that want me to die.
Oh no.
God no.

How deep does, the rabbit hole go?
The question, the answer I really wish to know.

Is there a glow,
that one can follow,
or is there just emptiness,
that will always  feel – shallow.

There must be a judge, a jury, a...
No.
God, no.

There isn’t anyone and when you die you’re just dead.
The only thing that matters:
“Live your life with no regret!”

No god.
Just no.

the issue begins when some men believe,
that giving them birth, was another’s mischief.

No.
Please no.

Engineering to the Bridge:

"Time passed, but without us. A bit like Kepler's third, I suppose."

Express your "law" another way. Throw rocks at the moon. Stone the satellite because of your own despicable sins.

I see demise in your face. There's something strange about the through lines of your crew, the yellow journalism of their spacewalk.

Posters of the wild frontier, staggered and torn, said nothing will go wrong. That sometimes death is merely the devil changing colors.

"I think not, Captain. You laugh when you should cry. You tear to pieces the pictures of the overtaken. You run from the lie detectors. Otherwise, your narrative falls apart and all you're left with is your withered mind funneling down a ****** abyss..."

I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.

Now we’re in darker times.

A creeping feeling—
apathy is the norm.
It feels dangerous
to know
there’s no turning back.

All caught up
in the madness,
no room
for sadness.

We live in a world
where humanity
has fallen.

Gaslighting everywhere.
No one reads
between the lines.

They glance past the facts,
look away
instead of standing
for human rights.

I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.

When we weren’t told
to sympathize
with hate.

I can live
with madness.
But to accept it
as the norm—
that is madness.

The mind is restless befriending evil while resisting its attacks.
It knows destruction may be inevitable, yet whispers of redemption remain.
The fight continues. Each action feels like a battle, every decision a dilemma shaped by people, by the world, by business, by relationships.

Even after choosing to confront the evil within and step forward, the path shifts again
another test, another temptation, another moment that feels worthless.

Still, the fight continues.

Flip flip
Sigh
Flip rustle
Smile                     Smile but trip
               And so goes the cycle
Stitch stitch           Heart thumping with crippling fear
         Stitch too your rotting wounds
Stitch keep on stitching    Fingers shaking
Go on                    Heart filling with thrill  Stitch come on     Fingers with their minds
                         Healer
                         Healed?

I saw a madman
walking in the middle of the road. At first, I thought
he was a stranger— a figure broken loose from the world.
But then I realized: it was only me, the reflection
of myself wandering in the middle of my thoughts.

Perhaps...

I was lost in the endless expanse of my nonbeing,
caught between the idea of living and the weight
of simply being. A human being, maybe only as a
reflection in the mirror, the real self— a madman
trying to repair his mind, patching every pothole
in the road with trembling hands, covering cracks
no one else can see.

And I wonder, which is worse:
the madness of walking alone in the street, or the
silence of pretending there was never a fracture
beneath my skin.