George Carlin
warned you,
Jon Stewart
and Bill Hicks
did to.

The fix is in
for the politicians,
got businessmen
buying them
our elections,

so if you are expecting
democrats or republicans
to fight against
the corruption,
you haven’t been
paying
enough attention.

Lately,
hope only
seems to exist for me
in fictional realities.

It seems like
people being
kind and nice
isn’t real life.

I know there are
heroes inside
of us all,
and we
don’t need
bright colored
tight shirts and jeans,
or capes flowing
to save the day.

Star Trek
isn’t what makes us great.
It’s just a finger
pointing in the general direction
to help us get on our way.

But over one third of
the country I am expected to love,
cause we were meant to be a melting ***
that incorporates what others got
to fill in the missing parts
and reinforce our ramparts
against the weakness
of divisiveness,
have decided
that they don’t like it
and placed a con man on high
as their ***** god like
****** greasy cheeseburger guy.

Been watching the world drowning,
and hollering for help
while red hatted men say
go **** yourself.

Ain’t no way I can pull us out of this
cause the cruelest men are leading
the cult of greed while misleading
clueless sheep, preventing them from seeing
those aren’t forests of hope they are seeding,
but a hellscape of hate and climate disasters.

American ingenuity has receded,
retreated from the American monster
who was supposed to be defeated,
the man who could not build a wall
on the border of Mexico
but has managed to build one
around the white house and refuses to let go
of being America’s most powerful *******.

The sand is quicker, and I am sinking,
so tired of dreaming and thinking
of different ways to try and say
the same **** thing,
and make people see other individuals
as equal and beautiful human beings.

In your heart,
can you sit with the grieving,
see what they are feeling,
and grow some compassion?

Tears from a stranger,
a mother’s exhaustion,
wearing the body language
of those who’ve been broken.

No hugs allowed,
no warm faces to comfort,
no one to hold,
no matter how much we want it.

In your mind can you comprehend
what all this pain is doing to them.

The first time you touched
my democracy
I got chills.
Seriously,
you made me feel real ill.

It was like a ray of light
that scorched my retina
burning me to the core,
because I deplore
everything you are.

Your voice is agony.
You ******* terrify me,
as you reside over
the lives you only fly over.

I was disturbed by how you
grabbed our country
by the *****,
how you stirred up
all that crazy
that had been waiting
for a madman like you.

So, right now
I am holding my breath,
hoping the rest
of my country
doesn’t fall for that
******
attituded,
and do what I have seen
lots of woman do
by going for the ******* bad boy.

Shots are fired thoughts inspired
by the desire
to see it never happen again.

Heroes walking right beside her
helping hands and lights to guide her
to a less bitter, sweeter, and brighter
world of Justice.

March or die riders share hopeful flyers.
Peaceful protest inciters instead of rioters
fight back against government deciders,
failed healthcare providers,
and other authoritarians who try to deny her
the light that burns so much brighter inside her.

I'm trying to find different ways
to bridge the gaps that cause so much hate and pain.
I’m trying to learn how to sweeten soured hearts,
defeat the shadows that have cowered
all those I know who used to want to grow
but not just go with the flow.

The world has taken all the notes I used to love
and jumbled them up, creating discord,
but I am trying to find the right cord,
write the right line in a new chorus,
to help humans explore what makes us
something more than just flesh that becomes dust.

I am trying to not die before I
have done something decent with this one life.

Our problems are
frequently creations
of our own social
and mental stagnation.

So, can you see a scenario
where the people that you
love and know
are dying fast and slow,
from a virus that we
could and should
have under control?

Can you comprehend
how helping your
fellow man
from different lands,
how communicating divergent
perspectives
can helps us solve
emerging problems
as they evolve?

Can you understand
how not learning
from a stranger,
reduces the likely hood
that your neighborhood
will thrive or even get by.

As this tragedy’s grip tightens,
as your children are frighten
by the horror you were not
properly fighting,
how will it feel
when you realize
you once had the resources
to survive
but chose fear and hate,
instead of choosing
to save your own life?

I am battle fatigued
from all the crap I’ve seen,
so tired that I have to retreat
from almost everything

So, imagine how fed up
all of these
protesters and families
must feel,
seeing the same ****,
watching people get killed
while they are marching,
while they are starting
a revolution that should be
super easy.

I tired and the tragedies
barely even reach me.

Those people must be
on the verge of weeping
while they are sleeping,
barely able to keep breathing
while they are grieving
cause this **** keeps
happening.

It is not the lion
or the wolf
you should fear.

It’s the howling storm
that breaks the chains
you hold so dear.

The attitude that shatters
all those sacred matters
which add up to
nothing but junk food
for the human mind.

All those
restrictions
you let others impose,

all those
pathways
they told you
were not the right way to go,

the ones you knew
led to a brighter day.

I was not made
to devastate
the mental state
of hearts enslaved
by the corporate government
that barely pays minimum wage.

Destiny, was not laid before me,
I just happen to acquire
a brain that desires
to explore everything.

Fear is just the tool
used to cower fools.
Curiosity is what we all need,
to generate unlimited diversity
of dreams, scientific discoveries,
and great stories.

It will give us the power
to write new lights of insight
into our current reality,
opening up unknown possibilities,
and better ways to elevate to a higher state of free,
instead of the capitalistic prison and religion some love
that calls itself democracy.

This is not a prophecy.
This is just me
proffering what I see,
offering thee poetry,
cuz words are free.

I am being super selective,
plucking past perspectives,
and putting them in poetry,
then projecting forward
from them,

and in some of those moments
I've made predictions,
but those were from
human’s obvious predilections,
those sick predispositions
which led to the onslaught of war
and so many more
human atrocities.

I got no patience
for these agents
of deliberate corporate contagions,
or the minefield that yields
the bootstrap philosophy
that never actually worked
in this society.

Instead of being activated
by what you hated
you got isolated,
so you wouldn't be triggered.

There were photos of
human agony on foreign streets,
bombed out buildings,
bleeding children,
and parents weeping.

Instead of getting outraged
by what you saw,
you went to your safe space,
so you wouldn't have to face
any troubling thoughts at all.

People softened the discourse,
slightly dulling the edge of the sword
they use to cut the safety cord
we call human rights.

The bad things kept happening
while you were napping comfortably.

You should have been
an exposed wire
sparking an arc of heart fires.
Instead of highlighting
that which was frightening
you went into hiding.

While those who were fighting
didn't get the option
to ignore the horror.

Busted up and ******,
tear gassed buddies bruised
while you used that excuse
of not wanting to deal with bad news
cause you might get triggered.

The world is on fire so,
melt that snowflake heart sister
and brother
we've got no time to waste
in helping each other;

Look and see these tragedies
and get motivated;
Rise up in outrage,
get ******* triggered,
and get to work son.

Cause anger gets **** done!!