You better believe
the bitterly deceived
will not be relieved
to receive
any poultry back payment,
cause all these political layman
have been laying the foundation
for exploitation and the disintegration
of our social safety net,
the one that does not forget
those who have been let down.


It is like watching a crowd
of cruel dancing clowns,
corporate killers who have found
the best way to break down
our defenses,
while taking our expenses
and spending them
on extravagant meals
and other ridiculous expenditures.

As the state takes dissidents
from so called radical movements
and imprisons them
in a sick system
that is designed to demonize leaders
who speak truth,
and urge the youth
to move towards a freer and fairer society.

Time isn't on our side.
The end of life
won't make it right,
just bring with it eternal night.

We will have to stand up and fight
against the wealthy man's delight;
If we ever hope to make all this world's wrongs
turn out right. If we ever hope to unwrite
the darkness and write a bright light
of hope for a better world than the one we know.

We cannot settle for the pacification
of our corporate owned and ran population.
This needs to be a nation of growth and education.
We need the doctors to run the show
not these asylum patients
posing as politicians,
or the lobbyists and big businessmen.

We need to envision a better mission
than winning by buying and getting
the next big thing, till we are more
consumer machine than human being.

Love and compassion can bring a spring,
as long as we learn how to not be duped
by these unscrupulous profit driven men
and women.

It is the strangest tragedy.
America you sicken me
with your lack of creativity,
your intolerance of diversity,
and your myopic mind of mediocrity.

You copy fools who use you up
admire the desire to get more stuff
and in your fevered pursuits find
each acquisition is not enough
for you to satisfy your collector’s state of mind.

While pursuing profits
you scoff at scientists and artists,
not realizing when you depart this
tiresome existence
you will not get a single second back
despite your religious insistence.

There will be no return visits
or heavenly escapades,
no afterlife charades
or heaven's gate parades.

All that stress you felt,
all that time you wasted
trying to get to the next phase,
well, it's a tragedy because
life is not a video game you get to replay,

I did not agree with
or act in a way to be complicit
with the actions of indecency committed
by my society.
I just feel there should be some sort of apology,
some sort of acknowledgment of this insanity.

All I can say is, I'm sorry truly and deeply.
I am saddened and maddened by what has happened.
I am sorry not for my inactions or actions in this
but for the mere existence of it,
for that which others will not admit
of the crimes that our forefathers did commit.
Even if we did not witness the horribleness,
we can still feel ill and accept the fact that
there should be a certain level of grief and compassion,
passed among this supposed bastion
of evolved human beings.

Imagine if
you took
the breadth
and width
of all existence,
summing it up
in one sentence
and let it go.

Or wrote it down,
syllable by syllable
tasting ever sound,
then sat it on the ground
and burnt it.

What if
you watch it
play out like
movie in the night,
but then decided
you didn’t like it
cause it made you
uncomfortable,
so to spite
that bright display
of brilliance
you put it away
and then
never spoke of it
again.

How come
it is so easy
for me to see
that simple beauty,
but when I
share it in poetry,
you turn your back on me
ignoring my plea
for decency.

What a strange species,
that lets its artistry
disintegrate
into a fury of
mind numbing stupidity.

There is a
hell of a distance,
between acceptance
and resistance
against the persistence
of subliminal criminal messages
with ill intent
to dominate
our unsecured
political establishment.

What a crushing chasm
between thinking
and demanding
results without
any reflection or doubt.

In a world with
**** near unlimited
access to
information we can view
and self-educate,
like most modern
auto didactics do,
expanding our minds
beyond the
romantic renaissance
masters of past times,
it is hard for me
to comprehend
intentional stupidity,
despite the fact
I can plainly see
idiots ruling over
my society.

I would like to believe
that every moment
that comes after
is an elevation.

That progress is not an ark
but a constant procession
to summits we never knew
existed,
pinnacles that allow us to view
all of reality anew,
to work out the science and review,
then renew
our dedication to
new discoveries
as we climb even higher,
than previous peaks.

That we constantly aspire
to fly and inspire
each incoming
generation to seek
a better understanding
of everything.

Do not ask me to write a better future.
I cannot see a light through
the dark tunnels we are
traveling in our fast flesh cars.

I am not depressed as many are,
because I have seen what horrors
have moved us forward thus far.

My nightmares pale in comparison,
to the carnage other people have been
moving, drowning, and living in.

Poverty and hunger, war and terror,
chaos and destruction, over there
where I don’t have to see,
but I watch and read
enough to know it’s real.

I am coasting while others are roasting,
burning in their own personal hells,
convicted and sentenced to a chemical jail,
that they cannot escape because their cell
is the body that they make.

Rage and anxiety pushing our society
to uncertain extremes,
dividing us into the too many teams;

When we would be better served
by acting like Earth’s steward
and learning to listen to
those who have not been heard,
by making kindness the new holiness,
and finding out why they know this
isn’t how it has to be.

Inclusivity doesn’t cost much,
and we gain the universe
by being able to accept and embrace
change.

But my people like to tear down the strange,
prefer the cold dark caves
from which we sprang,
whilst burning and burying
most outliers.

I live in a world of science deniers,
that don’t give a crap about forest fires,
cause our climate has become
numb and dumb to the truth.

So, though, I may smile
while I am talking to you,
I still believe we are totally *******.

Older men and woman
are ordering our children,
the younger generations,
to go off and die for them,

while the climate
is so drastic
that this lifetime
might be the last bit
before we hit
super apocalyptic.

Our leaders didn’t
try to prevent,
slow, or stop it,
cause they got bought
by those who caused it.

So, we need to circumvent
the already entrenched
corruption.

I'm not that great
or the one to originate.  
An innovative 15-year-old girl
beat me to it,
and so did every other
social movement.

This isn't for my amusement.
It's for people re-attunement.

We are reacting to the wrong stimulus.
Stop binging that cringing
news that spews
fear of the other.
Stop submitting to
materialistic distractions
and get down to
mind expanding interactions
and some serious political actions.

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.