What in the world is going on

When so many sing different songs?

Such a variety

That many see as frightening

All different types of people

Not just those that gather under the steeple

So many different ways

And all seem to say

That they are an equal possibility

Coming from infinity

They truly are

Need not look far

To see that it is all leveled

Once you sever

Your biases

Look and truly see these

All as one spectrum

Of what can come from

Pure possibility

There is no hierarchy

Do not be soured

By those in power

Who invent classes, castes, and hate speech

They are surprisingly difficult to impeach

Instead we reach

To teach

One another

That we are all sisters and brothers

Birthed from what is possible

We only get lost in all

This nonsense rhetoric

Sophism enacted

By bad actors

Who act out these

Other possibilities

It is all a tease

From the same source

The nothingness before we were born

You may call me this:

An Existential Nihilist

That is fair

I do not care

But have you heard?

It is all just words

Actions are what matter

Although I cannot stand words

That are absurd

Because many fall for them

They are where discrimination stems

So yes they are empty

But can also be heavy

Let us choose them carefully

Perhaps then we can have a better script

To play out all of this

Bad character actors

Could turn into method masters

If only they would see their stages

As soapboxes for true sages





It is all too easy to walk around with our heads down. We see in front, and below, but what of above? A whole new view. Both humbling and heroic in composition. Do we forget to look up?

It can be like following a string that holds our heads up high and strong. Our feet ground into the earth like stilts that go deep below.

Head in the heavens, feet rooted firmly in the earth. Lofty and ideal, and yet grounded.

When you find your chin drooping let your feet sink in, let the string pull you up. It is as easy as softly dropping and lifting. Why is it that we forget to look up?

Let us remember to take in the humbled and heroic view of what is ascending above, and let us remember to mirror it below.



Sometimes we have to go through the dark valley to get to the light. When nothing is going our way it can feel like absolute Purgatory. But remember that Purgatory means purging. Whatever it is that is not serving your self realization or ascension is being purged. That is one way to look at it. When you work with it in that way then you can try to change or discrad those things. If that still does not work then the only thing to do is surrender. Some call it surrendering to the divine or divine will, some call it detachment or letting go, and some call it the falling away of ego. I am not sure what to call it but I am trying my best to do it and hope to step out of Putgatory a more illuminated and aware being one day. I wish I could say when but in the surrendering of control I truly do not know.



Thieves in the night
Bullshit populist
“Alt Right”
Means “Racist” so let’s fight

Unintelligent lies
Will be your demise

Have one track
Never egalitarian

Why sides still?
Reach across aisle
Stop ravaging
While it is happening

Corrupt nation states
Checks and balances
For paychecks and advances

World run by Oligarchs
Would be very stark
It draws near
Perhaps already here

We the people
Must not chase the steeple
Do not just believe
Question and retrieve
True motivations
Of those who run nations

This isn’t funny
When monologues
And sketches
Paint such wretched
Picture of much needed rebellion

It isn’t funny
For the answers





A new paradigm will come in time, if we survive this. Must be progressive, and aggressive. Do not suppress this. Read the lips of the muted forefathers. They called it, and this is what they wanted.

A country founded
On occupation
And control of natives
Supported by slavery

When was it great?!
Oh yes, when hate
Ran rampant
O’er the ramparts

Were gallantly streaming with blood
Like Noah’s flood
We believe
Such a story
Is real and has glory

I call all of it
Bad storytelling
So sop rebel-yelling

Gun nut idiots

Think for yourselves
Not from telltales
Sellout mercenaries

Their pawn took your rook
Since you wouldn’t look

Bad chess
Puffed out chests

You really fell

But not too late
Pickup pitchfork and stake
With your brain
A metaphor so refrain

From violence
Our lance
In this joust
Is rousing great doubt

Won’t you please come join me
In the fight to be free?

Turn a new page
Break from gilded cage

We need better standards
Uncle Sam is a bastard





Empire will fall
While building false border wall

Or we reinvent
By decree people-sent

Get past the hate
For first time truly make it great

We the people
Shorn sheeple

No wool left to cover our eyes. If you surmise that all is fine then you are being milked like bovines chopped up into a meal. Your ignorance is their veal.

Break the illusion
Of course there was collusion!

We need to stop being so naive
There is nowhere left to retreat

Like glaciers who have felt this
Truth inconvenient, our chances our melting

Alt right racist white men
And Neoliberal left corporate Dems
False dichotomy
One loud cacophony

Put down your Trump-ets
You Brexit like crumpets
Stop being controlled like muppets
Or mainstream media sock puppet motherf#%ers

Freedom of speech
Still somehow allowed
So this may some reach
Before disavowed

Let us demand a new score
A fresh playing board
Before cops shoot more
Just because of the tint
Of the skin
And this is not called a sin?!

To be more conscious
We must regrow a conscience
No more eye for an eye
It must be you and I
Meeting in the middle
To get past this dribble
And scribble

New laws
With fewer flaws
To be exploited
By the anointed
Trust funders
And bought pundits

If you still do not think we need more anarchism
Then look up the word “sophism”

They know what they’re doing

So we better get moving


One nation (corporation)


Under God (almighty dollar)


With liberty (literacy) and justice (money)


For all (just some)


I pledge allegiance to none, this one has come undone and sees the sum. We are one. We all live under the sun. Look me in the face, see that we are one race.

I don’t know how to end this
Problem and these verses
Except that it is us versus
Unchecked power
So words must flower
Dialogue with fellow man
Woman and child
Of all kinds

True equality
Now takes seniority

There is no more Democracy
Surely by now you see

But we do have before us
Some choices

This madness could end
When we take a real stand

Time to fly from the nest
Make citizen’s arrests

The 99 percent

Will forget

No more

Let’s settle the score

Card house will fall

When we stand tall

Above it

Blow real trumpet

Bugle not of war

But of accord

A treaty

Against the greedy

No one needs 2 Lamborghinis!

Oh please!

Get off your knees

Stop bowing

To celebrity ego-selfie-pouting


Really this should stop
But these Super-pac fops
Are too easy to mop
And hit across the jaw

One more amendment
It is not the millennials lack of spending

You old guard buffoons
It was the balloon

That burst
So get over your hurt

And let us take over
We’re the ones who are sober

Take your pensions
And retire
We won’t have them because of the tension
Caused by you the vampires
The scourge
Of the earth

So take a break son

This isn’t fun

You had your run

One thing we have learned

It’s OUR turn!!!



Going down one track seems to be dark. The other seems to be light. And yet they both run parallel in the same direction. They both lead to right now. We may seem fixed to the track but we are not fixed to a self we think ourselves to be. Right now, sitting on whatever track you are on, you are the awareness that is aware of the track. You are what is experiencing the duality of “you” and “your experience.” Merge the tracks, dissolve duality, and be the one non-dual awareness that experiences all of it as one life. You can always reinvent the sense of self you seem to be.



A gloomy day. A gloomy view. But this is what I get to see from this room. With a view such as this why fear death’s kiss? It is this that the dispels the abyss. Overcast and empty but turned the latch key and opened to such a scene. So much green. Subdued, yet seems to say, “this is all for you.” Pivoting from nihilism to existential there is now potential. When at first we see dark clouds and greys remember to say, all this was not some mistake. This green not from chance came, it grew from the rain.



This plant grows straight out of the swampy mud, green and fully alive. Can we do the same? Can we grow straight up from the dirt of a bad life situation? Can we be green and fully alive with the mud beneath our feet? It takes grit. It takes resilience. It takes being okay with the hand life dealt you because you wouldn’t want it any other way. There are days when you want to fold that hand, to sink into the swamp, but that day isn’t today. Today you find your niche right where you are. You extend outwards from it. And you know you’re not alone because I am right there next to you in that swamp. Let’s reach out for the sun, for the water, and get the nutrients we need to thrive. Let’s be part of a system that works together and is naturally balanced. Let’s grow together.



Do we always follow our true power? If only it was a straight line. More and more I try to follow my gut feeling. It is like an electrical line that buzzes when I am not following what I know is best for me and those around me. Maybe it is like being in a lane as a bumper car. We bounce off the edges, we get buzzed and burned, and then we find our way back to the center of the lane. Always forward, always towards our true selves.


Those who used to be the night-watchmen

Now outcast and forgotten

In a world of daytime dreams

And of ladders of hierarchy

They struggle to conform

Or remain outside the social norm

Holding to themselves their insights

From the depths of the quiet night

Waiting to be of service again

When some finally break through they are once again regarded by their fellow man

But until then they still keep guard

Not for king or queen but for themselves as lord

Of their own kingdoms, their silent keeps

While serfs and merchants get their sleep

To rise again and play worldly games

And get their phantom, empty gains

But these nocturnal sentinels need no gems

Yet as they selflessly keep watch who watches them?

…Tell me please, who watches the night-watchmen?