Reclaiming the space /
You tried to control me in /
It’s my playground too



I’d walk all day
I’d walk for miles
Just to see you there
At the turnstyle

You’d take my hand
We’d get on a train
Ride through the rain
There’s no more pain
Just the tracks we’re on
The past is gone

But there’s no one standing there
Just a thought to send
Along to my
Imaginary friend

I’d write all day
Fill every page
Make poems and songs
I’d sing along
To the air
In case you’re there
Out somewhere

And you’d respond
We’d form a bond
No one would know
Our secret code
They’d shake their heads
Wishing they could have
Such a friend

Yeah I’d walk all day
I’d walk for miles
Just to meet you there
And see that smile
There is no train
Just all this pain
A thought of you
Not yet a face
But a space
Saved for you
Yes just in case

I’ll sleep all night
Hold my pillow tight
The thoughts of you
Are what gets me through
I could see you there
A dream we’ll share
In between nightmares

Then I’ll wake up
Do it all again
Look for my friend
There’s no end
To the game
I will tame
Your wild ways
With me you’ll stay
Once you see
The real me
All the teeth
Just a show
So no one knows
I do not have
My other half

So I walk all day
So I walk for miles
Will I see you there
At the turnstyle?



Why, why, why?
It hurts so much
Makes no sense
This life is nuts

Questioning became a crutch
Must remember now what I already got
Before existence was taken over by thought

The answer lies within another question:
Why not?

Per chance
It is all just a cosmic dance

All things end where once was their start
Characters and props acting out perfect parts





Don’t tell me when
To be grateful
While handing
Me a plate full
Of empty carbs
Mashed potato blobs
Stuff your faces
With stuffing
And then go buy
Reduced price
Stocking stuffer

It’s no mystery
Revisionist history
Breaking bread?
More like
Breaking heads
Of indigenous people
First nation
Before the states
Were staked
Respect to
Mother nature
Just pass more pie
The most gluttonous
Amongst us
Held up
As celebrity
Twitter monsters
Just twits
Half wit
No original brain
Consumer fame
Give it up to big data
See ya lata
Freedom in stitches
While we stare
At click whore
Basic bitches

So let’s
Stuff our
Gaping maws
With ma’s
Cornbread mix
Don’t try to fix
Just sing
The praises
Of freedom
From history staged
For our gilded cage
Two day shipping
For all the shitty
Stuff that makes
Us feel
All the feels
Of feeling
The hole
The gaps
In our frat
Run society
Shaking hands
And smiling
Pardoning turkeys
While the turnkey
System mashes
The last of
Our rights
In quiet
Of holiday nights

I call bull
And I’ll be thankful
When I feel like it
So sit there
And take this
While you feed
Us more lies
We’ll all take knees
Better yet
We won’t even show up
Will that shut up
Your propaganda
Propping up
The military-industrial
We’ll say thanks
When there’s thanks
To be had
While you clutch
Your billions in
Gucci bags
Thank you very much
-The 99 percent
(Care Of: the
President )


Per chance
Do you take a firm stance?
Or like me
Are you able to be
Floating free?

Your solid borders
Seem to be forming
Such shapes as these
Hard borders against me

I see the gaps
All strings with enough tension snap
Temporary borders
On maps
That can be redrawn

Each new dawn
Shines light on all the same
A star, the same as which we all came
Children of light
Grow up to own the night

So easily to forget
We dressed the set
Drew the lines
First in our minds
And then agreed
On what they mean

Your objects are not fixed
Materialism has you mixed
To each their own
My subjective way can go
Any given way
Even while your objects stay

You stake your shapes
Like the one circle claim
And yet I zig zag all around
Through and in between with no bounds

Perhaps you learned to stay in the lines
Okay, that is fine
But do not object
When I sketch
Freely and use all the rest
Of the canvas

If you stay within the lines
Then stay there and do not tread on mine
You made your own confines
Only in that realm
Can you raise hell

Reality will hit you like a stick
Always does when a rigid stance you pick
But I do not have spite
I dance and draw with light

I just ask you this

If per chance
You take a firm stance
Do not tread on me
While I am floating free
Or I will skillfully flick
You with the reality stick

I will find the rights that are mine

Through the holes in your dotted lines


It might be nice
To understand this zeitgeist

Leading to non-action

Need not haste
Consume with one taste

Patience it takes
To transform fate

Is there free will?
I do not know still

There is concentration
Whether or not there is participation

When in the flow
There is no separation in that zone

Nothing to oppose
Not even from those

Who lash out and control
Just moderation of childish trolls

To be truly mature
Is to be sure

Of the stillness within
This chaotic din

White noise
Does not affect your poise

Keep your focus
On the ephemeral locus

Become aware
Of the awareness there

Only then we are free
Even emptiness becomes emptied

What you are
Is not far

Always there
Take care

To remember
Silence amidst the tremors

It all centers around you
Take the cue

It is not the ego
That we go deeper into

The witness
Of the litmus

Tests all things
Before it brings

Itself back
Retracing the tracks

The breadcrumbs
Lead one to succumb

There is no zeitgeist
Just frightened mice

In a golden cage
They eat and engage

Trapped in their form
Only option is to conform

Until an anomalous
Event causes us

To vent it all
Your original name is called


Invisible warrior

Nameless wanderer

You are what you were before you were born: the quiet before the storm.