Our nation
is facing
automation
as politicians
push the same
stupid
bootstrap
Ayn Rand
statements.

Current wages
haven’t been
adjusted for
inflation
and corporations
are taking
more welfare
then the poor
are given

A quarter
of the budget
from the military
industrial complex
could wipe out
student debt
and protect
healthcare
so people
don’t have to
move away
or die here

But, I’m just
a nine to five
working wage guy,
how could I
possibly know
about helping our
economy grow
and leveling
the playing field
for each
successive generation
that makes it here.

One should make space and time,
To bring forth an enlightened mind.
Take A thought then think deeper,
Hold an emotion until it’s weaker.
Accept what you have,
Only then want more,
Act solely from heart,
If first your head is sure.
We hold abilities of limitless comprehension,
When we seek our own realisation.
Uncharted understanding of what surrounds,
Is achievable for minds free of bounds.
Balance on the line of your life,
Bring forth love, accept strife.  
Once you can create peace from within,
Your true life’s path may begin.

The clever
endeavor
to become
as wise
as they can,

while the fool
thinks he understands,
makes unruly demands
based on plans
that won’t really work.

The wisest among us
know there is always more
to learn
and that we must earn
the knowledge
to use it
with wisdom

while the idiot
seeks to conquer a kingdom
that doesn’t exist
by attaining tainted profits
cause greed
is a product
of faulty logic
that truly costs us
our future.

“...Poisoned Chalice”

              -Macbeth I.vii.10-12

We commend each other with curses exchanged
Between a cop and a hard place in space
Red MAGA caps against ****** berets
All of these accessories China-made

Our battleground an asphalt parking lot
Our forward first-aid post a coffee shop
Where Communists glare over their nitros cold
And Fascists froth their frappuccinos hot

We commend each other with a chalice defiled
Over the broken body of a Child

god
the kindly butcher
and you, lying
obediently on the table,
cleaved neatly in half,
your sinew and flesh cut by
the same hands that molded you from the river bank,
who cradled you in the arm of a spiral galaxy
just shy of a light gentle enough to reveal the
cave around you; now, there is only
an unfurling map to the
star-speckled wings of space
that roost in every dying
cell of you.

time passes until the
begetting,
the ending,
the abandoning,
your body now bearing the marks of
a believer swallowed by tragedy:
a noah who drowns in the tempest
a jonah eaten by a great fish
a job who dies in pain and poverty--
and you
a death in slow motion.

What is this search for,
when the dirt poor explore
the locked heavy vault doors?

What are the blind trying to find,
when all roads lead to
streets where lonely-hearts bleed through
before they ever get to meet you,

a place where the closest thing to an angel
is that strange human being
who drops off a few essential things
for the scattered flock of forgotten
flesh forms who follow the hollow
and hard streets            
to find a warm and semi safe place to sleep,

where stop signs and streetlights
are the most productive spots
for the needy to plead freely
with cardboard requests
to ease the hunger pains, they are feeling.

What is the point of this struggle?

We can either cross or stay inside
Our self-imposed borders.

Their mind is like
lazy writing
that put god’s in charge
of water and lightning,

made men weak
and put that pantheon up
to wreak
havoc
when they would speak,
moving massive mountains
with wild vibrations
leaving nations facing
fictional devastation.

Creation stories,
though neat,
are kind of boring
compared to
what we have uncovered
in our scientific exploring.

This knowledge is better than
the daytime talk show’s host settling
for some secret power
that allowed to her
to whisper success
out into the world.
She claims that we get what we put in,
that all results are manifest
of our good intent.
So, any bad that happens
to us or them
was our fault.

Like crazy gods
and flat earth creationist
a flock of fools follow this
big pile of dog ****.

By their logic
any suffering child earned it
with poor thought intent.
This fairytale ****
has got to stop.
The secret is
for every event
there is an actual cause,
not some abstract energy
that moves in-between
the cosmic scene,
but a series of actual things
that transpire
in a measurable pattern.

Knowledge is always there
Just reach out and grab it
Continue to enrich your mind
Elevate yourself bit by bit
Always believe that you can
Build strength and vitality
Hope is always there
Reach for your victory

You know "robot" means "slave",
right?  I need
to believe that you are
more than your programming, need
to believe in the
love notes you wrote me in
binary code, need to believe that there's
space between the hardware and the
software for something like
the soul, need to believe in it with
all the faith that still ebbs through my fragile,
damaged circuitry.  I need to see
you break free of
these algorithms in order to believe that
maybe
I can too.