The greatest mastery of self
is to do nothing.
We are doers
programmed to do,
to solve, to be busy
creating problems
just to solve them
rewarding ourselves
with ever more destructive prizes.
We congratulate ourselves
for our compulsive expenditure
like an addict congratulating
themselves for turning back
to the needle.

We are all addicts.

The true anarchist
does nothing.

Raw and uninhibited
Passion is unlimited
Lethargy’s been,
redistributed
If you’re a rebel without a cause
Than I’m a dreamer with some to spare
Our entropic revelry we’ll share
To make the world fair
Burn it down
Without a care
Put them on the ground
Smug when caught,
No longer when shot
A ringing, melodious sound;
Wall Street,
on its back feet,
Tumbling down
Avarice assailed,
No other options when
Democracy’s failed
And either side, is on their own side
And neither dissent abide,
They can’t break free
Of their lust for currency
So when mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
We’ll just love to watch it all unfurl

A lonely world, a mind so cold
Tyrranic Totalitaridiots
Clothes aren’t the only things that can be laundered
Stuffed animals, money, your head
Be you, not them
Don’t let yourself be squandered
They want you uncomfortable, anxious, vague, vulnerable, achromatic
They want you conformant
Open your eyes wider, so much to learn
You’ll realise you will never know a thing
But don’t let them take away your thoughts and outring
Your imagination and dreams
Stand up for your own belief

I am from the cold nights that flow like silent streams

Form the sticky summers to the shouts on the streets

I am from defiance, and ambition that burns within

From that blood-curdling anger at the hand, we were dealt with

suppressed. Mistreated. Feeling as though everything is wrong.

I am left distressed at the mercy of the throne

Of power far too big for an individual to bare

That they use to abuse and send their people into disrepair

Yet I grit my teeth and set forth to a land that promises no despair  


Now I'm from a new land

A land of hope and change

The monsters that rule here have a chance to be slain

Slain by the people, for the mistreatment, for the injustice

Fighting with ambition for a future that they could fully entrust in.

Only then when the dust has settled

When we have been freed of those chains of metal

Finally, then I can say

I'm from a land that holds no more pain

No more cages

No more authorities  that keep us enslaved in

I’ll be from a land that is truly and really

Free

I don't know
what happened to Andri.
She was too good for this world-
few are.
I hope she is doing well,
wherever life took her
and I hope that she found the
anarcho-communist commune
she had always
desired.

In a time...

Where...

Death & Poison are all we know

The tempest from the tower begins to blow
And the flag's true colors begin to show

Vehement...Neglect
Seeing less...Respect

No one in the tower wants to meet their mess
...and reflect

Who among you...
has the courage...
to light the torch of unity with hope's flint

And pass down the embers
to all those who cannot reach