My Poems

George Lakoff (Decemeber, 2024)

The soul imprisons the body.

A love of the law

Can only be satisfied

By ritual punishment.

Can this be considered true contentment?

Can this be seen as freedom?

Are we running to race

Or are we fleeing constraints?

Are you prepared to stand alone?

You are new to this,

check your hubris!

Recognize your smallness,

Even the biggest among us look little

Next to the elephant in the middle.

Water reaches the lowest point

And identifies the direction of delight.

Concepts and Categories (December, 2024)

The unmasking of the narrative

Is the re-masking of the palliative.

Renouncing desire,

The I fabricates meaning.

Remember, the branch survives by leaning.

To reject a prohibition

Is still to engage with the will’s mission.

The very act of repression

Intensifies the value of affection.

The circle takes many turns,

Float alongside the tide,

Enjoy the ride.

Phone calls (December, 2024)

Sometimes I just enjoy it.

Is this love?

Am I listening correctly

To what remains unspoken?

Or am I breaking what was already broken?

Is the desire to be chosen

For the periphery or the core?

How can less equal more?

Caught in a bind.

Ambition has made me blind.

Master says take and lie,

Slave says give and be kind.

I choose neither,

But float and wiggle within the mind.

The Modality of Power (December, 2024)

I have abandoned ecstasy,

I live without awe,

Without fear and trembling.

The world has been naturalized.

Or has it been falsified?

Am I Somebody?

Or am I that trembling accident,

germinated on a hot-house planet,

The Hall of Doom!

Through resistance,

The Subject recuperates the power it assumes.

The slave refuses to dissolve

As the subject bars

The agency of a desire

That seeks to unravel the I.

Prison, it’s all a prison.

Be merciful to our abusers.

I now see I am trapped,

Even when I prefigure,

I cannot escape by exceeding.

The sages have prepared me

To awaken to dreaming

To stay silent

But recognize my silence

Not as an antidote

But as a matter of recognizing contingencies

And refusing to enact permanencies.

Bodhisattva would you take me by the hand.

The Artist (December, 2024)

Existence poses a problem,

And seems to require an ideal solution.

But when you reject the collective’s answers,

You are left to fashion your own.

Who am I to do so?

I would have to see myself as godlike!

What right do I have to play god?

How am I different from those laying sod?

My very actions accuse me!

Making me feel inferior in the face of life.

Can I will nothing at all?

Or is the will inescapable?

Is there meaning in accepting meaninglessness?

Good catch,

A near miss!

The acceptance is institutional.

Remember the flow is mutual.

No judgement means no rejection

And no exception

For acceptance,

Which must exclude it’s opposite.

The World of Mirrors (December, 2024)

Master and Slave within me,

Which will win?

The one I feed?

Can I starve them,

Can I nourish both?

The trap is bolted shut!

How do I open the cage?

Notice your rage,

And consider the stage.

You will continue to act,

Despite the fact

Exalted externals don’t choose the role,

Even when you will them to.

Animal ethics fill Homer’s world,

Cybernetics abound in not-Lucy’s.

Replace judgement with feedback,

Observe as the not-I retracts.

When there is disharmony adapt,

When there is sustenance relax.

Does this maintain the balance

And adaptability of the system?

Or does the feedback loop

Fuel the surveillance minister?

Ad hoc ethics leads to fragmentation,

Sometimes, flow creates a whirlpool,

To escape and dissolve the nation,

We must abandon the school.

Hypesthesia (December, 2024)

The noise drowns out the music.

The malls abound with muzak.

Attacking the senses,

I’m losing my grip,

Running out of time to prepare defenses.

Longing for a wild with no fences,

I see the world through kaleidoscopic lenses.

To see without the eye,

Reduce the I,

Believe the we.

Hypothermia (December, 2024)

Do you deny the Lady of the Woods?

How can I not?

Isn’t some amount of repression inevitable?

It’s not so bad after all,

It builds character!

But of what kind?

As a lie

Or as a dye?

Yellow is relational

The eye is insatiable.

You will find what you seek,

Think carefully about the values of the meek.

Disrupt the Grip and Reveal the World as it Could Be (December, 2024)

Loosen the grip

Das man will slip

Allowing the unconscious to flip the script.

The they-self dissolves

When the rational mediator evolves.

The natural attitude inverts.

Hello, new converts.

Cognitive flexibility reveals the shadow.

Habitual practice nourishes like rain

But is not a place to remain.

Destabilizing or cathartic?

How resistant is the framework?

How rooted is the processing hierarchy?

You will survive,

Let’s see if we can fly.

Til' infinity (December, 2024)

It’s no time to chill

We tryna get meals

It’s no time to chill

We tryna build the guilds.

It’s time to see

My enemy as my brother

Then we can be free.

We give out free wisdom

The world might be a better place

But wisdom ain’t enough

If we don’t change the base.

We forgive em

But the scars still remain,

Shackles gone,

Yet the system’s the same.

What happens to a changed man

Who dies in a cell?

Did it make a sound

When Rome fell?

What do we build

When the empire is dust?

If we ain’t got a plan,

They’ll leave us to rust.

It’s no time to chill

We tryna get meals

It’s no time to chill

We tryna rebuild the will

It’s time to chill.

Big Talk (December, 2024)

I can’t take another lifeless little chat.

I’m moving up into a cloud.

Do you understand what it’s like

To see the vision

And still have the mountain to hike?

With only some books,

Dozens of strange looks,

But not encouraging people to be crooks?

How do you stand against Mr. Inc

But deviate from CrimeThinc.?

When has peace prevailed?

When hasn’t violence assailed?

The attacker gets attacked,

The plan gets hacked.

Shhhh

Be careful.

Keep a low profile,

We don’t have to be trained to smile.

There must be dancing,

Or the crowd will be lancing.

The coup must be happen invisibly,

Then we will see Elon looking miserably.

The silent treatment is the worst punishment.

Christopher Knight (December, 2024)

What does it mean to lose the world?

How can I find myself,

When there’s no I to find?

Retreat don’t pursue,

Lose to gain.

Is this metaphorical or literal?

Who can bear to forsake it all?

Must I run,

Or can I stand?

Can I find solitude

Amidst the railways,

Or must I turn off the music?

The non-dual can embrace everything

And yet the silence still seems to sting.

Henry the hypocrite

Or Henry the Honest?

Here I am!

His message was clear.

Fuck Uncle Sam.

“The crowds do not permit me to be alone.”

My greatest enemy is the phone.

I’m still hungry I can’t lie

But the portion’s getting better

Y’all know I’m the future

Imma let my fortune tell her.

Try my best to love you

In this world we in.

It’s ours to win

But not through kin

It’s time to abandon the fantasies

Proper nouns are non-essential.

Reject the realists,

Embrace the nominalism

Words are tools,

Arbitrary labels,

Institutionalized fables.

The woods are nice,

But I guess I’ll say this twice,

You must find peace amidst the chaos.

To run is the cowards way

Be strong and stay

Retreat in desire,

gain in ego,

To let the me go,

And embrace the whole flow.

Cowards (December, 2024)

Never make a politician grant you a favor,

They will want to control you forever.

Only the people can set us free.

But only through the not-me,

Will we see clearly.

Heed Fanon,

Wipe the construct from creation,

Two birds with one stone

A new man will be born.

Osmegos Twins (December, 2024)

Society has made its mark on you.

Will you tag its doors?

Do you notice the texture or the color?

The words or the figures?

As we observe the not me gets bigger,

The I shrinks as the bounds expand.

The history of this land

Cannot be cut down.

It will grow anew

As we lean into the blue.

Hyde n. (December, 2024)

We hide in our skins.

For what purpose are these fins?

Is language a virus

Or a laugh?

Attune to the absence.

The transformation of energy

Sits adjacent to the swinging ball.

The law of status will soon fall

When the scheme of life

Is beckoned by the funeral’s call.

All is Change (December, 2024)

The power of philosophy

Floats through my head.

Competition keeps the ego fed.

The Great Transformation

Complements Dependent Origination.

Why do you resist, Mr. Inauspicious Piece of Metal?

Don’t move too quick!

Percolate, Ms. Kettle!

We found a way to cast away the fears

By ending the categorizing and classifying.

Subject and object coexisting

Filling the same field of awareness

Revealing the shared rootedness.

The Non-Dual laughs at the duel.

Chocolate (December, 2024)

Noticing…

Discomfort is a sensation,

Suffering is a “me-ification.”

The Dynamic Dialectics!

I’m entangled and eclectic!

Pipes must be cleared.

The Plumber must get out of her own way.

Through effortless non-action

Engage freely

Facilitate easily.

Force generates equal force.

Should we not fear the consequences

Of our violent stances?

Love produces love

Why don’t we send a dove?

The world only changes

When free agreement unlaces.

The Burial of Talents (December, 2024)

How do you encounter the external?

As a mirror or a canvas?

Perhaps, as illusory?

When your gaze fixates on the reflection,

Conversation takes on the quality of confession.

Surround yourself with commodities,

Screams Mr. Billboard!

Can’t we see

Advertising institutionalizes envy?

For your being to exude playfulness,

What’s required is a certain distantness.

The modern man is unable to disentangle.

So his pseudo-emancipation

Is delivered with a bow.

The producer forgets himself

And devolves into pure consumer.

He reaps what he sows.

The Duality of Presence (November, 2024)

The pastless futureless man

Is born anew at each moment.

Who are we referring to?

The commodifier of history,

Or the miner of its reserves?

Is he constantly surprised,

Or forever Mr Fly?

The condition of breathlessness.

Dazzlement surrounds.

Maintain the ethos,

Change the logos.

Flip the script.

The Idler and his Accuser (November, 2024)

Pauper ubique jacet!

Profit-grubbers and clubbers

Converge in their desire for more.

When will they see it’s all empty at the core?

Without fail they fall victim to the allure.

Without a moment of reflection

The choir exclaims “I am perfection!”

Soon, we shall see the true cure

Is found in abandoning the sure.

Bloody Legislation,

Branding with hot iron.

Never forget

Power is found in the heart of the coward.

Luther (November, 2024)

Here I stand,

I cannot help myself!

Take leave of the very belief in truth,

Everything is allowed.

The man who asserts a different world

Repudiates its counterpart, our world.

What if God Himself proved Himself

To be our oldest Lie?

Does the branch not bend with the wind?

Everything is in motion,

Everything is processual.

The land of symbols

Is engulfed by the tsunami of experience.

Guilt (November, 2024)

Producing is a reflective act.

Morality is absorbed in the classroom.

A cruel fate torments the hammerheads,

And the crime of fratricide.

What are you learning?

How diffuse!

The spaces blend the purpose.

We consume what you produce!

The Bad conscience tames,

The corporation domesticates.

We need habituation

To sharp, rare air,

Then we will see the beautiful,

Une promesse de bonheur!

Politics (November, 2024)

Since when must I play a game to have fun?

Do I have no choice?

Do you point at my head with a gun?

Life is life.

It isn’t for play,

But like clay,

It takes no shape.

It molds and folds.

Experience favors the bold.

I’m not in this world to live up to expectations.

We owe no obligations.

Why does the ”Good Christian” crave new Nikes?

Is he afraid no one will like the not-me?

Perhaps we need a new way to see.

What an atroCity!

Humanity paralyzed as perpetual motion Machine.

Obsessed with pliaf,

You’re a fiend!

Let’s create real maps of the imaginary world(s).

Hey Squirrel, You’re Causally Entangled (November, 2024)

Extinguish the bifurcation.

Old delusions and your nations

Have no place in the disclosing of elation’s creation.

We are simply ecological unfolding.

Stop worrying about your financial holdings!

You don’t even exist,

of course your money is unreal.

But I feel!

The Bodhisattva takes part in the conventional world.

Know the difference between pain and suffering

as you work to disentangle subjecting and objecting.

Nirvana is a collective liberation.

Blow out the candle

to trust the process.

Plato (November, 2024)

Do you have ideas

Or do ideas have you?

Ideas cannot posses absolute reality.

Whatever you believe imprisons you.

Have you identified with your doing?

Or have you shaken off the drive to contrast?

Marx wasn’t a Marxist.

We don’t use stages.

We unlock cages.

At what point do you realize your arrogance?

You are a statistic,

You are not made of the mythic.

You will lose.

The game is playing you.

I am not a “radical,”

But as a catalyst,

Can I spark the happenings of radical things?

Great Artists Steal (November, 2024)

Art explodes itself.

The dead hand of the past

Looms over the grayscale.

Why should art be contained in a studio?

Is my life not aesthetic?

I wear plain clothes.

There is no difference between gold

And the inauspicious piece of metal.

Aha!

The Great Transformation!

The map of doubt,

No reason to pout,

It’s time to shout!

Hummer Limo (November, 2024)

There’s no reason to be sad about it,

No, there’s no reason to be mad about it.

Ruminate on the roots,

Deodorize Western existench.

You can’t steer a broken wheel,

When will we switch gears?

Rushing into destruction

In denial of our freedom.

Your culture is not your savior.

Be wary.

Do not accept it as given.

Choose what’s right for you at the time,

Reject the rest,

And don’t forget to smile.

The supermarket of ideas,

Like any supermarket,

Is fit only for looting.

The fun side (November, 2024)

All are welcome,

This is the community of the free spirit.

We do not sell ideology,

We live ideas.

Is this not far more infectious?

It’s sea water,

Spit don’t swallow it!

Unification is found

In the connection of divisions.

NietzsChe Guevara (November, 2024)

Act for your own sake,

Reject obedience.

Claim your values

They are your own creation!

We do not require external justification,

There is no reference map.

The fable of moral law

Creates servants of Truth.

Yet, Truth demands production

Not subservience.

Required action subverts its function.

Blow up your desires in the sea of combustion.

Unleash your energy,

Exercise the will to no-power,

Ah, hello true power.

No Gods/No Managers (November, 2024)

The gods die twice

Once in heaven,

Once on earth.

Of course we are utopian,

Why do you cower?

Success is possible,

Are you just too scared to try?

Why?

Are you afraid your life is in your control?

The heartbreak of failure,

When things really are at stake,

Pushes you to avoid

The attempt in the first place.

It’s time to think for yourself.

You are not a baby.

You are grown.

There are no more loans,

You have the green light,

Now, tell me,

What’s in your sight?

The Eye of the Crocodile (November, 2024)

I am food.

A juicy nourishing body of meat.

Wishing otherwise is a fool’s errand.

A deliberate choice,

A cowardly voice,

Screaming for recognition.

The predator must not forget his preyness.

Victor and victim.

Triumph and tragedy.

Mind and body.

Samsara and Nirvana

depend on vision.

Who can see while dreaming?

Grab education

Higher meditation

The culture of mass (November, 2024)

…in some ways yes,

I am in love with myself.

But do I heighten myself?

On the podium

All too confident in my volume?

Perfect practice makes perfect

Pay attention

Karuna

The Morbid Body (November, 2024)

Home or machine?

I must start cultivating expansiveness,

Less is more,

The glutton lives at the store,

The sage creates and destroys his own cage.

No where to hide

Stop numbing yourself

You are bounded

It’s your choice

Will you see it as a trap

Or will you attune to the lap?

Control through destruction

Is simply corruption

Rewild yourself and see

Movement is play.

Syre (November, 2024)

Expectations led me astray

Yet, did they not come from me?

Should I have changed?

What’s my role?

Am I being too narrow

As I crave more marrow?

Oh I can Feel it

Getting closer

Trust in bo

Trust in Pietry

Listen to scripture

Freedom is painful

At least I’m not suffering

I’m real I’m real

I’m really really real

Symbols come from the storehouse

There’s no external map

The not-I is vacuous,

The Buddha smiles.

The Great Mother Won’t let Me Sleep (November, 2024)

I am empty

Yet deeply embodied.

It’s through this portion of the Mind valve

The flood surges.

I cannot die.

Why does this anger me?

I thought I could

I wish I would

But rebirth isn’t spooky

Might as well play

Treat me like I’m kooky

Mom is Happy and Grateful (November, 2024)

A grain of sand

Trying to bite my own teeth.

I am undefinable!

We are rhizomes.

I am not alone in this land,

I exist adjacent to the other grains of sand.

Revelation!

Reveals the truth.

It takes a revolution

To make a solution.

Paradigm shift,

Bob or Thomas?

Yes.

Buju’s Party at the Socrates Cafe (November, 2024)

Opportunity is found on the dance floor.

Everyone has got to be there.

Acknowledge your ignorance,

Let us know you care.

Don’t leave your ego at the door,

Step in circle,

Learn to harmonize.

What a relief!

How freeing!

That’s the way it should be,

Not contrary!

Stop tearing down each other.

I Dreamt I was a Butterfly (November, 2024)

Nature cannot be expelled via pitchfork.

Wild vines writhe and curl no matter how you thrust.

Facts are for the hard headed man and the dork.

For those who count each leaf yet miss the forest.

Resist symbols all you want,

Or embrace them totally like Kant.

An occasional storm must split the air,

To clear the heat, shake loose the stale.

Without these breaks, life’s soil becomes a swamp,

Wheel-spun, sinking, without a pulse.

Expression is symbolism.

The texture of life feels “wobbly.”

Choose your aim

Impact or Income?

Art or Advertisement?

Mediated (November, 2024)

Pereunt et imputantur,

Can we ever escape the non-dual?

You seek to transcend,

Yet Gravity defends.

Fall back,

Appreciate the time.

Here and now are carved from then,

Time does not sever,

It deepens.

The principle of conformation,

Is consistent with revolutionary imagination.

Beyond the Chill (November, 2024)

The icy waters of egotism.

Are they not sharp and refreshing,

a chill that quickens, leaves us gasping?

But is there a boundary,

or do you float, endlessly?

Suctioned in a branded vacuum,

Dyson-clean, yet still suffocating.

What is your place upon this land,

your roots, if any?

Let’s wander, unlace our questions,

follow veins of hot springs,

to where the self unwinds, softens,

and greets the not-me—

in a quiet chorus of welcome.

Genesis (November, 2024)

Dust or deity?

Image or word?

He who hides in the Symbol

Puts his soul in limbo.

Why do you reject your creatureliness?

Don’t you see its creativeness?

Is it not true,

To produce is to overcome the blue?

Sometimes there’s nothing to say.

Stay in wait,

Ease your gait.

Las Vegas (November, 2024)

International material competition

It goes on and on.

We will not ask permission

in shattering your religion.

Goodbye Mr sage

Get off that stage!

Hello Ms guide,

Nice to have you by my side.

Put away your pride,

Hang free,

It’s fun to glide.

Pulling Muscles (November, 2024)

Am I doing too much?

Am I acting alone?

I am an egotist.

You must be more careful

About wrapping up.

Love truth,

Refrain from dogmatism.

Renounce the drive to agree,

Don’t stray so far that others flee.

How to Relax (November, 2024)

Freedom is a practice.

Who can unbound?

Effortlessness is chief,

No need to ward off grief.

Let it flow

And you will grow.

Stop running,

It’s all available right here.

Five to one baby,

Come together out of love,

Embrace the fear.

Manufactured Scarcity (November, 2024)

No Obligation

No Expectation

Transcend the fiction

of the nation.

Smash the tablets, Moses!

Learn to love your brother,

The Tao is the great Mother.

We hold the key,

Unlock the self-imposed prison,

Witness the explosion,

bring people in.

Barbara (November, 2024)

Apple trees die in the Apple,

Flowers are like fall.

Who can afford to stall?

Who demands my call?

How do we change at all?

Who you loyal to,

The microbe or the wall?

Dissolve the cage,

Free the rage,

De-institutionalize the inversion,

Until the crown disintegrates.

Emma (November, 2024)

External tyrannies are but one side,

Internal tyrannies trap the blind.

The vital right

To love and be loved,

What can be more free?

Who’s scared?

Why do you look to flee?

In the not-me, you find the key.

Pettiness separates,

Breadth unites.

Give one’s self boundlessly,

You will find yourself

Richer, deeper, better

Mr. Car (November, 2024)

Economic prostitution

Can it be more vulgar?

Live for the institution

Can’t we recognize our mugger?

Wrist control,

I’ve taken the wheel,

Have we lost all traction?

Perhaps, we must

Let reality slip away,

And build anew, today.

The Level Headed Leveler (November, 2024)

Ah the practical scheme!

What defines it?

It is possible under existing conditions,

Cries the multitude.

But those conditions have premonitions,

Of violence and coercion to the infinitude!

Perhaps we misunderstood,

Practical is good!

Dispel the wrong and foolish,

Build and sustain new life,

Out with the rule-ish,

In hierarchy there’s strife,

It’s time we be cool-ish.

Break the mental fetters,

Overcome,

Read Friedrich’s letters.

My home,

It’s not that it couldn’t change,

It’s just not worth it to pretend.

Vertebrae (November, 2024)

I have a bone in my back,

I shall not crack!

I will not play with right or wrong,

A wise man doesn’t submit,

To the mercy of chance.

And yet,

The wise men

Fully submit

To the mercy of uncertainty.

Am I to always be a pawn?

The theory of social harmony

Will usher in the Dawn.

Interdependent Curtis (November, 2024)

So many songs worthy of saving,

Listen to the makings.

Independence

In the terrain

Of dependence.

Navigating the infinite line,

Amidst paradox we dine.

Strength in connection,

Growth through self-reliance.

Who will discover the power of Constraint?

Walden Economy (November, 2024)

Have we become the tools of our tools?

Yes, we are efficient,

who cares?

now what?

Was the point to produce lore,

Or to thrive within life’s core?

Less, my good friend,

is more.

Simplicity cultivates sublimeness,

Truth is found in the absence of excess.

Third World (November, 2024)

Let’s have a party,

Board the zion train to the dreamland.

The memory of freedom,

Could also be its source.

The kingdom,

Houses the richest prisoner.

Guns against drums,

The sauna is good for your lungs.

Sensory immersion,

Create the buffer,

Endure and suffer.

First Impressions (November, 2024)

Baby I’m selfish,

I want you for the world I can’t help it.

I miss you,

I knew you when I saw you.

I forgot you when you stopped looking.

God is not a superhero,

You are not an infant.

Don’t apes hang on each other?

Why don’t we touch?

Is that too much?

Lump in my throat,

I’m going to skip lunch.

The road shows,

The body can take more than it knows.

Destructive Dance (November, 2024)

Dear Thanatos,

Where are you aiming?

Who will go to war?

Push up on the boundaries of the ego,

Map the antipodes.

Donde esta ms kangaroooooo

Tear down muscle,

Come back stronger,

I will persist for much longer.

The off button will have to wait,

Might as well cultivate.

150 (November, 2024)

I want you to be more

Please grow with me

I’m crying,

Can’t you see?

It’s cathartic,

a release.

When I try to think of the words

I cry more

Please become more

It’s not found at the Apple Store

It’s impossible to know what life has in store

What fuckin hellscape am I living in,

Why are you so self deprecating?

Don’t you know how long it took,

The amoeba wrote the book.

You can’t be still even if you tried,

Whoever put you down lied.

Reach for the sky,

By finding the lowest place.

Brother Bear (November, 2024)

Kota

Take a phota

Philly jawn I love how you spawn

Constructing narratives

Rejecting stories

Who can tell the difference?

Let’s dig,

I’m not sure,

The question is the cure¡¿

Find it in the allure.

Pure is public.

There is never privacy,

Please try to see.

Scripture (November, 2024)

Fire and ice.

Ayyy 4-5!

Lead us Moses!

May I wield?

Aware of the character armor,

Dropping the shield.

Peer to peer

To be is confrontational

In a world defined by competition

Versus or together?

Challenges afford opportunities

Individual liberation with social dimensions

Drizzy Love (November, 2024)

Vegetating in the dirt,

Where may I rest my neck.

I proceed freely,

Why do you desire to be fightly?

Do we seek peace?

Choose sides, they imply

I prefer the entree, I reply.

Ou est le harmony amidst the chaos?

Dance on the edge of discord

Until we accord

And dance some more.

“There is a ¿God?” (November, 2024)

Say there is a God?

Is he conscious?

What’s he thinkin?

Is he also drinking?

Let’s pay him his respect,

Where should I approach?

Hello Mr. Almighty,

Shall we fighty?

This wind looks perfect for a kite, see?

I seek transcendence, he says!

Awesome dude, where are we going?

Have we made it yet?

Oh cool, what have I become?

Violence is a Lower Form of Expression (November, 2024)

Gym or yoga mat?

My dad loves Amare,

Stat!

Ah the morning stretch,

A good habit.

But why do I only stretch when I make time for it?

It hurts because I suck at it.

Habits aren’t meant to be addictions

They are for function and combustion

Why do you crave bigger guns?

The solar system has many suns

Texting (November, 2024)

Do you only know yourself in relation?

Why can’t I sleep,

It’s 406 am.

An hour delayed too.

It’s a blessing

How lucky am I?

I see you Mrs. sky!

I’m sorry

I forgive you

Thank you

I love you

Ugh, 527

DelBanco (November, 2024)

What is school?

Skills are for the fools,

Questions are the best tools.

Rules are for games,

Games are for lames.

Aren’t they fun?

That’ll be $500, son.

Muahahahahha

What is education?

Do explorers get to lay claim?

Why do they seek,

Inheritance is for the meek.

So much worthy to read,

How do I plant these seeds?

Where do they go?

Damn bitch why you grow so slow??

Be patient,

Don’t get caught up in the salmon rush,

Don’t stay still,

It’s time to build.

Our grandmas were friends (November, 2024)

Do you have something to say?

Or are you just talking?

I just want to say hey,

How are you walking?

The long meditation is useful,

It’s needed. C

It let’s us open up! L

Life dives deep,

What is it— why is it that we seek to keep?

Where shall we seep?

Ideas question and liberate.

Ideologies justify and dictate.

It’s time to play

Let go of the game

Institutionalizing is to blame.

Catalonia 1936 (October, 2024)

Not concerned with being the goat

I’m fine being a ghost

Why you always doing the most?

Our window is slim like Carlos.

Get in the lab, watch some film.

We are what we read,

Decentralized, who takes the lead?

Nothing to worry about,

No one looking for clout.

Let’s enjoy, pass me that stout.

Finn Balor (October, 2024)

From Washington DC….

Representing the corporate overlordssss….

The almighty….

Dollarrrrr

Annnddd the people go wild!

Everybody holler!

Blue collar, white collar,

All the same to Mr. Dollar.

Shall we persist or resist?

Ah, persistence through resistance.

And vice versa,

It’s time to take life further.

We survived it all and we still meditating

If it ain’t non-2 it don’t mean a thinggg

And now you see the vision

This shit crystal clear

Benevolence and Righteousness (October, 2024)

There are no laws in Nature,

Alas, we let the Great Tao slip away.

The Way fades

Pale, almost gray.

“Colour is decai’d.”

Move through relation like a blade,

Meet mirror deep, gaze unafraid.

Into the abyss, watch the rules seep,

Invisible chains finally asleep.

The floor opens up,

If it be your will, pass the cup.

The will to power—who will rise?

Who will shrink back, who hides behind lies?

Set laws, and you are the law.

I guess you thought you were a ruler?

The abyss calls, Job challenges, and you must crawl,

Careful now—embrace it all,

Or be swallowed by your own thrall.

Huey (October, 2024)

It can’t be done.

Who invited you, Mr. NoFun?

Professional dream killers, living fake.

Thank you, you keep me awake.

Tag on your soul,

The money has a hold.

Let go, get low,

Perhaps you need a new flow.

Perhaps you don’t understand,

This isn’t “yes we can.”

When did it become cool to not try?

If you the flyest, then who am I?

Speak the truth!

Let the world unravel!

Or die slowly, passively,

What a gamble.

Pitter Patter (October, 2024)

Growth is change

Can it be otherwise?

Only if you tell yourself lies.

Every moment dies,

Must we always cry?

No constant mind

Everything returns in kind

Keep on movin

I must keep groovin.

No hard feelings

No shady dealings

Don’t move on,

Move forward.

Exodus (October, 2024)

Get your mind right!

Everything is all, right?

Who will be the generation?

Who will be the manifestation?

Elation!

Creation!

Liberation?

Are you satisfied

with the life you’re living?

Look beyond what you see,

don’t succumb to the me!

Rise into the we!

Together is free.

How am I to know? (October, 2024)

Follow the stream,

Let it gleam,

Unravel the dream,

Move through, serene.

Glisten like snow?

Oh no, no!

The sage rejects the cage!

No matter what rages

they put us through.

We rise anew, forever true.

Old man river

We’ll never be blue

When will we find our reason?

In due season.

Real Situation (October, 2024)

Who do you think you are, man?

Switch places!

Who has the upper hand?

Should I try all over again?

We better breathe...

What do you take love to be?

Big city of dreams

Motivated by schemes

He who will help us see,

As we,

Sets the not-me free.

Liquid Modernity (October, 2024)

Fleeing fear, chasing fragile relief,

Grasping at certainty sharp as grief.

Each product held tight, a desperate plea,

Not for desire, but from fear to break free.

Mistakes dodged, flaws scrubbed away,

Yet nothing they clutch is able to stay.

It slips, dissolves, evades command

A ritual etched like wounds in sand.

A world filled with desire,

Could the situation be more dire?

Ephemeral experience, the point is to dance

How did we get stuck in this trance?

Joe and the Engine of Progress (October, 2024).

Accumulation breeds dispossession,

Creation demands destruction.

Logos mirrors ethos

As greed fuels purpose.

Accumulators are dispossessors

Creators are destroyers.

Boom and bust—because the market must.

What’s gained turns to dust

Greed is the new lust,

Unfurling in us, unstoppable, a must.

Unless… in us, we place our trust.

Marcus at Dawn (October, 2024)

I count the days

I will sustain.

How long do I have?

My purpose lies beyond the blanket.

Brave the cold!

No need to huddle and stay warm,

Escape maya.

Find Nirvana within,

thank you Uncle Sid.

Align, prepare, reflect

Good morning.

The Apprentice and the B-list (October, 2024)

What a spectacle!

Gorge until you’re full.

Stuck on level 1,

Thinking you’re in the know.

C’mon bro.

Be serious.

You can’t see the show?

Distraction news,

Who can see through?

What can be made anew?

If only we knew.

Lovers Can’t Hate (October, 2024)

Rock n’ Roll Gangster,

Who is the master?

Who holds the rhythm, who wears the crown?

What you are searching for,

can be found within,

but under a new name.

Feel it.

Embrace it.

Let it slip away.

Something about us,

it might not be the right time.

You will be fine.

Take this as a sign.

Write, write, write,

one line at a time,

until the air clears

and meaning unfolds.

Gil Scott-Heron (October, 2024)

Come and follow me,

Trust lean float rock…

A toaassstttt today good woman,

A toast to the people!

Who can carry the message?

Who can the message carry?

Yeaaaaa

I ain’t worried.

Lean in just try

We get it now

Let’s get it now

All of it so there’s none of it

Glide through the non-two

Cut ‘em up one time

Scribe scribe

Precision!

collision!

the vision,

the Unity of Community.

Mine and Thine (October, 2024)


Whose world is this?
Creator is created,
Object is perceiver.
Who can see through distinction?
When will we appreciate complexity?
Let the mud settle,
Be patient,
Practice the art of thinking slowly.
Love wisdom,
End sagacity.
Both must be true.

The Russians (October, 2024)

Loyal to none,
Free from subservience.
Out of convenience?
What’s true appears difficult.
Yet, truth is always the easiest path.
Trustworthy because I’m connected,
I can’t be alone,
Free but dependent.
Connected through construction.

Mantra (September, 2024)


I carry an ecosystem within me.
What does it need from we?
Balance is the key
I am the tree
Connected through the roots
I feel the whole world in my boots
A quiet hum, a tingling in my feet.
The whole world in the soles of me.
What is it?
The cost of my search
Loss, Loss, Loss…

The Game (September, 2024)


Playing a team sport without teammates.
Silence with the faint echo of pursuit.
Is anyone watching?
Who isn’t?
All eyes open, nobody seeing.
The game will always be the same.
Stop playing.
Feel the grass beneath your feet,
Soft and unmeasured,
Not bound by lines or goals.
Breathe, look up…

Obsessive Possession (September, 2024)


It’s clear who the Devil is Now…
Aware or Conquered?
Has the citadel become the soul?
Has the city become the person?
Dissolve both
I won’t ascend
I won’t pretend
I will be me,
We will be ecology.
Be free.
Die to be reborn.

Narcissus (September, 2024)


Gazing…
Caught in the illusion of my own reflection.
I think I see myself,
yet, there's nothing there.
The river
Moving, changing, flowing, it’s me—
empty, silent.
Yes, I love myself.

The Forbidden License (September, 2024)


The appeal
I’m not aware, yet it’s there
Who’s steering the ship
Why’s my hand at the hip?
Am I afraid?
What sort of person has been made?
A license?
No, Reconnect with sense
Stop running
Face yourself

Everywhere in Chains (September, 2024)


Fish were meant to fly,
Man to be free.
What do I want,
We?
No, me.
Security or uncertainty?
Ah, security in uncertainty.
Fish were meant to swim.