#dissent
When bombs fly
from the wrong sky
We wonder
what happened
To being an agent of peace and democracy
When we must run
From the oppression of our time
It's time to remember
That oppression
Hasn't been defeated
In times gone by -
It was merely pushed back
Piled upon the plate
Of the younger generation
Your wars have never ended...
they simply held their cease fire
Longer than most.
For it's old wounds that fester
And old ways
That refuse to die
But
The next regime
Is no guarantee
Of peace in our time.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
I wouldn't change who you are
for anything.
You could never be anyone else
and I wouldn't want you to be.
That's what he said to me.
My love, my hope, my fluidity.
There is a stillness
In the deepest
part of the night
When everyone
has gone to sleep:
even the cat.
I can hear her
dreaming
in the silence.
Stretched out paw
She reaches out,
Knowing she's safe.
Knowing she's loved.
Knowing she will
Never be abandoned.
I changed to get here
Under the heavy blanket
of eleven thousand nights
of stars.
Did you see what they saw?
Why do you think it's red?
The silk I drape you with,
I forged in heat,
In fire. Blisters,
Boiling flesh
Give way to
Soft hands
&
timeless debts.
I will never stop
Struggling,
Reaching
Working
For Humanity
to be able to
Live Abundantly.
Live Fully.
Be in the Moment--
Wish I could erase the fear--
Bombs in the building next door,
Where the next meal will come from,
Medicine shortage,
Families torn apart,
Lives gone in seconds,
Contaminated water.
When someone reaches their
Hand out in a gesture of faith,
Of hope, of desperation,
Meet them with kindness.
Meet them with warmth.
Even when you don't have a thing to give
in material, it is immaterial
To offer a slice of the humanity
We have all been gifted.
Not all of us are safe,
Or have the comfort of love,
And many have been abandoned
By family, by society, by anyone
that feels
it is hard to look at someone
that you find pity for.
Look. That is where you will find
the deepest expression of humanity.
It's in the purrs.
It's in the exaltation
of the burden.
My people struggle.
But we have *******
Been. Through. It.
Let me take it on.
We know how to
******* Thrive.
In. Struggle.
I swim with weights.
I have trained for this.
You wanna go toe to toe?
Let's ******* dance.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 6:21 AM UTC
A systemic epidemic amid the pandemic
Shots off at capitol hill and alls a panic
Forensics takes money from the shooter
Proclaims the victim to be a looter
Throw lives away like trash on the block
Take poor lives at their sides a Glock
Stocks soar, Deaths soar, **** just our luck
**** on tour at mast is the patriots ****
Peace an option until they grabbed their piece
Take the lease call your tab a life will cease
Six six six its the nature of the beast
Money, greed, and avarice
All they want is every slice of prosperity
They flaunt a salary a workless propriety
Makers, producers, and workers in poverty
Still, they will rule with iron sovereignty
This goes on for four more I'm going on a tour
Camp on a grassy knoll taking shots of Cuervo
Not enough to throw off my aim though
My contribution is to the body flow
That's just how war goes, no justice no peace
Just taking justice away with a piece
When I feel a debt is to me I pull the lease
And I feel what is owed to me is some peace
That'll never happen till all my friends can eat
I may die in a miserable cell in complete defeat
At least my skin won't be fleece won't be meat
For wolves to eat I'll be a man crushed underfeet
Funny we still fight confederate beliefs
More like fight the degenerate beliefs
Of the weak and the meek thieves
Stealing rights and lives for conceit
Liberty or death is the creed of our founders
Yet when liberty is stolen everyone just flounders
Death is the only retort to fascist panderers
Tired of all this fake comfort as a ponderer
The answer soon to be immutable one last stopper
That can permute this course as the only offer
An election of a conqueror or a molester
Choice between a beast and death or a monster
One mimics ein fuhrer the other will fester
So whats best here civil war or uncle Chester
Months until the toll bell calls on her electors
To choose hell or tepid **** to quell the defectors
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
There’s nothing to interpret in defiance.
Once you find a set, put place, position and stand.
Work up the vitality to speak in brutality!
There’s no point to declare without defense.
I want to **** in the wind, because **** you.
Replace my mind with a button.
Press it, I’ll regurgitate your rhetoric.
I bet you get off to that, stripping autonomy.
Just tickles your ***** Makes you giddy.
I’d starve myself.
But I would eat a bullet if you had your way.
Without a situation, your just without motivation.
Writing in clear ink,
paralyzed in double think.
There’s nothing to interpret in defiance.
A set, put place, stand, or position.
Dissent should never be conveyed,
unclear, blurry, or in repent!
Opinion shouldn’t be followed by different!
Just stand in on stage, speaking sense!
Those that matter will respect,
others will fall to the aspect...
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Decent for dessent
That’s how it’s rhythm went
As the conflict came to rise like the spark inside a fire
Intrepid since creation
We’ve been walking many wires
Feigning fear to To try and feel
A discernment of what is real but what’s disregarded is the fact you even have to question
Ignorance is bliss? Or strength in your intention?
Thought cannot be the only thing to exist
However a zombie is a waste if it doesn’t eat
brains
Have a little taste of a musing ride
That brings the flavor, you’ll need a guide
Spirit
Clear it
Hear it and run
Takin’ a century can it be done?
The meeting as one
Secret salvation the secret is done
Are they telling in whispers and walking like drifters
They’re tripping on papers it’s time to re gift it
explain in due time ya never could fake this
Always trying to break us
But the music is strong and it’s beat will make us
The beings that we are
the worlds we are
The birth of the universe from another’s dying star
We are the afterlife of another existence
Brand new creation looking for witness
Billions of years to finally have it here and now it could easily disappear
Reality is what?
Desire and emptiness?
Why’s the door shut every time I vent through this
Aging agitation
Buried vegetation
It’s time to find the faults within and bless it all with love so that the veil may fall and the world may hear it’s original name, but for now it shall be a very long game
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
I sit at home thinking of life,
On the absurdities and all the strife,
Caught in a world that yearns
For beings to explore it.
How we’ve all grown addicted,
As no one could’ve predicted,
To our own little "ideal" worlds
That rest neatly in the palm of our hands.
We cry and complain,
How things don’t remain,
Just way the way we want
When we point our heads to the sky.
Away from our own little worlds,
We see grandiosity unthought of.
We see war, famine, disagreements, heartbreaks, rejection, and loss.
We stare for but a moment taking it in as our minds collapse in the straw houses we created.
And then just like that, we shun all that we see,
And look back down to that glowing screen and start to rebuild.
Not with something stronger, no.
With that same old material so readily available, to those who refuse to learn.
To those who refuse to face the reality of life.
To those who prefer hearing their own ideas on rerun.
To those who care more about having the appearance of a happiness than to actually achieve it.
To those who care more about likes and comments, pictures and videos, than meeting others.
We sit there smiling at that device that eats away at our growth, our character, and our resolve.
And in our haste to prevent ourselves from acknowledging hardships, we miss something.
In that infinite space away from our "ideal" worlds, exists the other half we no longer see.
The happiness, bonds, trust, friendships, kindness, and love.
The people that want to strike up a conversation, form relationships.
The people who desire an emotional bond, rather than a visual one.
We imitate this, attempt to recreate it, in our fictionalized lives, not realizing how much better the real thing would be.
If only we would look up to the sky.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
Broken from
circumstance.
Broken, on top of it,
from poor choices I've made.
What's to come if I
can't fix myself?
I must overcome
my lesser nature.
Would it hurt to
have help?
Let me send
up a flare.
I lose to my sadness
from time to time,
but I want to heal,
and encourage truth,
and I want to mend
with the others who
believe,
even under
a thousand
stings,
love exists and
empathy lives.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
Enter a life devoid of
what you
won't ever believe
you truly
take for
granted. You do.
How do I know, you ask?
Well, I have eyes.
It's not hard to see
your hardships hardened
your heart
to any empathy for us
so, I turn /OFF
too
so, **** You
What do I know of life?
I'm young /or dumb /and dumb.
I know that I live in a world
that venerates honesty but
punishes me for living with
a little truth.
What do I know of life?
I'm young /and dumb /and dumb
I know that dissent in a world
that venerates this openess
is, will be met, with callousness
unrivaled. unrivaled. unrivaled.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
Fine,
if a bitter wind blows
Fine,
if a liar arrives
on my patio
hard heart
worn
right
with the
knuckle
skin
Fine,
pressed on the razor's edge
(grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it)
Fine,
when what was once the worst
(grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it)
returns to a placid place
below,
so
a new threat may
emerge
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
You want to believe
That you own this part of me.
Well I'd like to see
What makes think you own anything?
I got an ace up my sleeve.
It's gonna make you bleed.
Trust the words I speak.
You don't want to **** with me.
I just want simple things.
Money, and *** aren't too interesting.
Just let me be free.
Just stop ******* with me.
Remember now
I got an ace up my sleeve.
Remember now
It will make you bleed
Remember now
I don't concede
So tread lightly.
So step the **** off
You've done enough
You're a *****
And you're playing rough.
But you aren't too tough.
Step the **** off
Don't push again
Unless it's the end.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
Neutral lamb beneath the orbit
Takes in multicultural ****
Opinions clothed in a hurry
As we seal the need to worry
Meanwhile, the seconds gallop
Each one faster than its former
Ethereal beauty wonders on
Ponders on why they can't see
Juices that flow within, without
You know it's never fun
To wine and dine alone
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
I live on the inside more than the outside.
But, I allow the outside to get in sometimes.
I let the outside slowly caress the inside and ****** it.
Come out for a walk with me, he’d say.
Words don’t matter here. You can be who you want.
The inside, she’s soft.
She resists the brightness, she craves the cave --
The land of mirrors we’re walking through that she’s so used to.
Where it’s just us and our words and the magic we weave with them.
Outside, we grab ******* we grab attention, we grab,
We don’t differentiate between the sinners and the saints
We take and we take and we take.
Just like the song, just like the song.
We’re not here to fight. But, the inside, she’s defiant.
I hold my insides and weep,
I weep for the the land grabbing
My body is not mine anymore.
I am a slave to the outside.
The inside pulls me back in and we bulldoze through the Land of Mirrors.
We’re not alone anymore.
We’re a lot of voices.
We’re a cacophony.
We’re a chorus.
We’re a choir, raising our arms to the heavens.
Take me out, dare me to fight
I will write;
I am inside and outside today.
Grab what you can, extra extra this just in!
We’re crawling out of ourselves and dancing on the streets
to reclaim what’s mine and ours and yours.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC
if i were to ask
if you'd prefer the truth
over happiness, would you take
the red pill or the blue?
in *Your Heart is a Muscle
the Size of a Fist*, Sunil Yapa
writes, "care too much
and this world will **** you cold."
but there is no greater love
than this: i'll lay my life down
for both strangers and friends.
it's true what the adages say.
knowledge may yet yield power,
but most find bliss
in fictitious myths.
the tyranny of dead deities
cajoles the soulless, self-inflicted
ignorance claps the mind in shackles,
a brain neutered by obedient acquiescence.
there is a somber courage in sobriety.
i'll deny until i die, defying the urge
to idolize a substance that distracts
the mind from misery. i choose to question
everyone and everything,
even if a clear-head invites
utter agony. conviction is certainly
a long and lonely road, but our integrity
is the very last inch of us and—within
that inch—we are free.
so steadfast, i remain
a stone anchored to the riverbed
by the weight of gravity and the rushing
tides eroding me. we'll stand strong
in solidarity with all those suffering,
opposing the specter of dominance, illusory
as a phantom, ephemeral as the passage
of time. i'll unleash an omnipotent psyche,
inspired by the insight found in the closing lines
of a punk and artist's call-to-arms:
pursue what haunts you.
if the truth terrifies you, good.
that is precisely what veracity
ought to do.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Poetry ought to do things right
and document reality
but modern muses lose the fight
celebrating diversity.
Out-doing themselves, our leaders all
legitimize perversity.
Who gave them this satanic call
to demonize normality ?
The Washington nobility
who build a babel here on earth
display a versatility
for showing all their dubious worth.
They can't go One-World fast enough
discounting Christianity.
The matriarchy's mom is tough,
enforcing femininity...
Milk of mammalian global beast
(humanist animality)
From Nanny's withered poison breast
infects us biologically;
maintaining infantility.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
A poison is in the land
without antidote
we wait the effect.
May God bless America
in this her poisonous state.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
A chief
entirely good
with assent
sought when
he aspired
leadership in
parochial while
his lifestyle
supported a
ritual in
high court
though his
reason without
doubt there
is solid
with omnibus
opinionated height.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
Would that I,
a lowly grunt
could make more than
the average runt
just out of school,
degree in hand;
While I survive
on meager plans.
Equality is a grand concept
full of flaws
and many steps
that most among us
will never see-
for man is not known
for his humanity.
We strive to be better,
but what do we gain?
A fistful of debt,
and a mountain of pain?
And what do we learn,
except that life isn't fair?
Playing cards with a bad hand
and a dare?
That bleeding hearts and open minds
will make us quite impaired
and are considered bad qualities
that make us unprepared
for the lambast that life is,
for the spears of betrayal-
for the knowledge that everyone
as some point is a failure?
We enter these halls
as creatures of learning,
yet exit these doors
suspicious, discerning-
our youthful optimism
shattered and dashed
by ancient old teachers
with an impressive moustache.
So, what is the point
of institutional leeching?
Is this how we want
our teachers teaching?
Do we condone the lack of equippable smarts,
instead replaced with limited starts?
Or perhaps yet, there is another solution-
Quit hampering learning with political pollution?
Maybe thats an option-
maybe it's not;
but I'm a student;
that's all I've got.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC