A demon masquerading
as the almighty dollar;
she is cunning,
and she is tricky.
She is beguiling,
and she is illusory.

Deceitful and avaricious,
yet believers follow
aimlessly. To have her
in your possession is
nothing like how it
feels to be stripped of her.

Those who succumb to
her seduction are granted
luxury and leisure;
the pledge to idolize
her mindlessly is
engraved into our brains.

Indigence, starvation;
the deprivation of the
green goddess is malicious.
Free yourselves from the hold
she has on you; from the
worldly power she possesses.

I think it’s important to make peace with your long line of perpetually confused and self-indulgent ancestry once grasping at and fumbling through a life at which they, preceding you, assumed they occupied the centre of and sought to prove this to mostly anyone, with rapacious might and puerile visions of their own success story, which no matter how successful would always only occupy the dark corners of their blood-successors’ historical records of themselves, which is to say you, adding them up with other people who were once important to them and stuffing them into some numerical equation on which they occupy the left, and you the right side of the equal-sign, but all of which exists in the vast and endless vicissitude of spinning void, of which you both (and us all) occupy some cosmic equivalence (and importance) of the universes stray skin-cell, somewhere on the foot perhaps, unconsidered and left alone until we all disappear into the casket of an unrecorded history.

I no longer think that this is me getting lonely.
I think what I want is for people to perceive me
as not a simple human, but a magnificent pine tree.
the leading pine giant held by the side of a mountain,
I want, more than anything ever possible, again and again.
Though we are linked by my roots and the soil from which I am fed,
we are the idea of a connection, a mere merging instead.

He is my companion and my support,
building at my feet little snow forts.

He is the paragon of advantage, a splendor the energy of the sun.
By volleys of ice, the head off his body is where his power is undone.
He is invincible and I am immortal
that is what makes us feel so beautiful.
I know I'm not lonely, even though I cry.
I long for this symbiosis, I understand why:
I dream of my mountain, rupturing the sky.

I don't care much for politics
I don't trust any politician
Not Donald Trump
Not Hillary Clinton

Elections are coming
I won't be voting

I wouldnt call myself conservative
Though i live within my means
I wouldnt call myself progressive
Though ive done a discount double check

It takes more heart to stand up to the "fire"
When it threatens the very life of your loved ones,
Than it takes to hand some guy easy money
And then go off and help yourself to rich freedumbs.

He said she was special...
He told her she was pretty too.
He wants to let go,
Of history and start anew.

But she can't see,
Through his screen,
Into his life,
And his thoughts unseen.

She was naive,
Young, and stupid,
Didn't understand,
The concept of grooming.

Now she has no trust,
In others or herself,
Because of that one man,
**Feeding off her health.

Thoughts about loving,
They cross my mind often.
Oblivion shoving,
Encased in presumption.

The fullest of hearts,
In masked appearance.
Of the same parts,
They battle for clearance.

Down to the key,
One shutters in pain.
This one I see,
Is lost in the game.

The other takes point,
Revealing it's eyes.
A crease in the joint,
Between honest and lies.