I am,
We are
The fuel for their fires,
The sugar in their coffee,
The vulcanized rubber tires
Of their impossibly pretentious transportation.
I am,
We are
The only work they do,
The grease between their gears,
And the motor that turns them,
Round and round and round we go;
When will it stop?
I am,
We are
Their commodity;
Their work force;
Their slave.
I can,
We can
Find a new master,
Find a better master,
Enjoy slavehood,
Sing and dance for them,
Spend more and get less.
I can,
We can
Never really escape,
Never be our own master,
Never break free from the tyranny
Of their master plan:
Work, to get out of debt,
Accumulate debt, because you work,
Repeat,
Ad infinitum.

How did Love,
Of all things,
Become so entangled with selfishness?
The poets used to write pages just to admire their beloved’s hair;
Now they just write lines lamenting their own unfulfilled desires.
Love used to mean
Wishing someone happiness
Wishing a wonderful life for the admired one;
But now,
Love means cursing your beloved,
Or feeling sorry for yourself,
If love is not returned.
How do we get back to real Love?
How do we get back
To admiring each other,
Caring for each other,
Wishing the best for each other?
How do we teach
(and learn)
To truly Love each other
Without requirement?
How do we teach
(and learn)
That Love,
Real, True Love
Does not ask for anything in return.

Man
Invents Art.

Man
Learns
To appreciate Art.

Man
Realizes
Whole world,
Whole universe,
Is Art.

Man
Invents God.

Man learns
To appreciate God.

Man
Realizes,
Whole world,
Whole universe,
Is God,
Is Art.

Man
Invents religion.

Man
Learns to fear God.

Man
Forgets,
Whole world,
Whole universe,
Is God,
Is Art.

Man
Invents sin.

Man
Learns
Art is sin.

Man forgets,
Whole world,
Whole universe,
Is Art,
Is God.

Man
Invents hate.

Man
Learns
To hate other man.
Other man different,
Other man never learn fear,
Other man still Artist.
Other man never learn,
Art is sin.

Man
Forgets,
All men,
All people,
Are Art,
Are God.

Man
Invents law.

Man
Learns
To use law
As a weapon
Against other man.

Other man
Realizes,
Man
forgot,
All men,
All people,
Are Art,
Are God.

Other man
Invents teaching.

Other man
Teaches man,
"Remember,
All men,
All people,
Whole world,
Whole universe,
Is Art,
Is God.

Other man
Realizes,
Man too blind,
Too afraid,
To see truth;
Whole world,
Whole universe,
Is Art,
Is God.

Man
Invents war.
Kills other man.

Man
Refuses to learn,
Whole world,
Whole universe,
Is Art,
Is God.

Man
Forgets,
Man
And Other man
Are same.
Both are Art.
Both are God.

Man
Invents propaganda.

Man
Teaches man
"Other man different.
Other man bad.
Other man sin.
Be afraid,
Be very afraid."

Man
Kills other man.

Man
Invents self-delusion.

Man
Learns
To believe what man was taught;
Other man scary,
Other man hates man,
Hates God.

Man
Never realizes
Other man,
All men,
Whole world,
Whole universe,
Is God,
Is Art.

Man
Never realizes,
He is other man,
Other man is him.

One night -
Of love,
Of passion.
Nine months –
Of lying,
Of pretending.
I am born,
And immediately
Unwanted,
Unloved,
Undesired.
I am born,
And immediately
Smothered,
Protected,
Sheltered.
I am called
A Gift,
But I was not
Presented;
Rather,
I was
Carelessly
Created.
I am called
Son,
And though I do
Shine
Brightly,
My heat
Burns everything around me.
It burns me as well,
From the inside
Out.
I am called
Monster,
And could I be anything else?
Born of two monsters,
(As are we all)
How could I not be
Monster as well?
But monster
Is not what I want to be.
So I read,
I learn,
I understand;
This world
Is nothing
But monsters;
Creatures
Crawling everywhere;
Pretending to be benevolent,
Pretending to love and cherish and care.
But I still don’t want to be
Like them.
So I read,
I learn,
I understand;
I don’t have
To be a monster;
No one does.
But the only way to become
Anything else,
Requires
Facing the monster you are;
Finding the heat inside yourself,
Touching it,
Letting it burn you,
So you can feel
And heal
And understand.
I find my heat,
My inner monster.
I face it,
Grab it by the core,
Let it burn me until I am ash.
And then
I begin to heal
And learn
And understand.
I am no longer
Monster;
But I am still
Surrounded
By monsters.
And they are all too afraid
To face themselves,
To see their truth,
To touch their inner fire
And let it burn.
I am
Surrounded
By monsters,
And their heat
Is burning everything around them,
And I am not equipped
To put out so many fires.