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!!

There is no poetry
in the maskless man’s eyes.

I see only star spangle
stripes mangled
in the pursuit of
more stuff.

****** and mayhem,
bald strongman
wannabe dictator,
stealing from
Orwell’s playbook,
even though
he never read it.

There is no art
only orange skin sinking
as compassion keeps
on shrinking
while loved one
go on shrieking
sobbing and speaking
seeking some sort of
justices for those
they love.

There is no hope
except a broken heart
torn apart
till his kindness
turns to rage,
till the pain of others
turns him to
the hate of those
who hurt and cover
what they do
with the camouflage
of a flag and god.

Today, I am gleeful
smirking with evil
thoughts toward
a human I abhor,
because kindness
seams to be
a weakness
I don’t need.

Dreams are just
particles of dust,
passing in
the torrential winds.

I do not know
if I will ever be
the man of hopeful mercy
that used to write
starlight
and spaceship poetry.

Especially, when
I want to see
the president die horribly.

The president
got the virus
that he tried to
deny was
a serious issue.

But I shouldn’t
take pleasure
when
someone
like him
suffers.

He’s made a profit
being super caustic
to the democratic
process.

Funneled tons
of money
from the
government
into his
own wallet.

Ordered Ice
to detain
children in cages,
while he
spits and rages
acted outrageous
and claimed
he was doing great.

Said Nazis
where very fine people,
and wished a
*** trafficker
well.

Gassed protesters
and preachers,
so he could take pictures
of himself holding
a book he has
never ever read.

Armed up and egged on
the police who piled on
trauma after trauma
on children and their mommas.

He elevated and celebrated
hatred,
while spreading ignorance
about a virus
that has killed a million
so far.

I don’t want to be
the arbitrator
of righteous justice
cause I don’t always
trust my own judgement.

But **** it.
I got so much joy
from seeing this ****
get covid sick.

I’m a kindhearted person
but my empathy doesn’t
extend to unrepentantly
cruel individuals
who profit from
pain and destruction.

I am depressed.
because unless
humanity passes
this last test
we will be
putting our
species
to rest
post haste.

There is outrage.
Pain on open display,
as blood paints
the driveway.

There is economic
uncertainty,
so many people
struggling
financially.

There is fear
that the enemy is here
and it is not
a person or a group
but a virus.

There is tension,
built into the system
causing chaos
and destruction;

A boiling ***
that will not stop
till the top
pops off,
as loud as
the bullets shot
by cops.

Pressure building,
from painful feelings,
sorrow spilling
into to verses
as the poet
converses
with himself.

Writing all about
the madness that is
all around,
as the pipes
prepare to burst. cont.

Lines of words
release the valve
to let all of
that steam out,
and he is free
to go about
his daily duties.

Until, the gravity
of everything
start pressing down,

and he repeats the process
to stop this
from completely
crushing his
entire being.

The hate that divides us,
deprives us
of the light inside of us.

But embracing
a world of diversity,
entering the university
of uniting all people
no matter the ethnicity,
or gender identity
offers us the potential
to face adversity
with new perspectives;

Instead of crumbling
under the ravages
of unknown challenges
uniting and fighting
what threatens us all
will truly makes us strong.

Most times,
kindness is my instinct,
a reflex that I direct
when it is not
to inconvenient,

cause it feels good
to be nice
and cost little effort
in my little life.

Secret starlight
blazes across
the night sky
that I spy.

It promises
a reality
of wonder,
and endless possibilities.

Starship dreams
that inspire me
to sit and believe
we can be
something
wonderfully
unpredictable.

Back on the grass
I watched
those hopes pass
like gas
from my ***.

I seek and ask
why is this,
how is that,
but even when
I find my own answers
I still fall behind.

Books, and movies,
strange new stories,
inspire my poetry,
informing the artistry
I try to weave,

but reality
brings me back down
to this brown
earthly ground.

Hope dies
as I realize
that I am not
the norm.

Most people
dream of
money and
fancy things.

So, in sadness
I keep escaping
in fantasy.

Light speed,
sorcery,
sci-fi,
horror.

While my brethren
descend into the cavern
that devours
millennia of progress.