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This Fire Better Let Me In

There’s a fire burning
and I am burned by it.

I turn and run
zig
zag
twist, duck turn.

I run.

As I run
my fear subsides
I check my wounds
I try to hide
my wounds are less
than I thought
they’d be
but that fire was raging
and it burned me.

Now I’m escaped
I move on through
The fires gone
from my purview
and I begin to forget
slowly at first
but forgetting gains speed
once your through
the worst.

And oh, I’m through it
am I ever
I find other things
to keep me clever
and I keep moving
but in my soul
I know that fire’s
still burning
with red hot coals.

But I’m not close
or so I say
and I’ve forgotten it
for another day.

And days go by
and months and
years
And my forgetting is
forged is sweat
and tears
and then like a full assault
one day I turn
and see my fault
and all of a sudden
I’m pitched back in
right back to where
the fire and I begin

And it’s still raging
and there’s no way to win
this fire
this fire

This fire better let me in!

I got a Census reminder today
and it puzzled me
like whirlpool of trash
and stench
sucking, sucking, sucking.

We care about you.
We care about you.
This is for you.

It called out
in big, childish letters
simple to read
for the simple people.

This is for you
it said
We’re doing this for you
because you count.

That’s what it said,
because you count.

Who buys this bullshit
Who really buys it
It’s like I’m stuck
we’re stuck
in this twighlight zone
of fuckery and pride
a cocktail of fear
arrogance
and rule loving
homicidal maniacs
disguised as housemothers
and grandparents
and teachers.

We call them
reasonable

Who buys this shit?
I’ll tell you who buys it…
I buy it.

I buy it all
been waiting for someone else
been waiting for anyone
to say
no.

But not me.
I buy it all.
and I know it
and I bitch about it
quietly
Like eating McDonalds
by myself
in an empty parking lot.

That’s who buys this shit
and for fucks sake
I’m running out of time
I mean really,
50 years and it’s no joke
I can’t talk myself
out of the yoke
I can’t tell myself
maybe next year
or maybe tomorrow
so soon, my dear.

No.

I buy it all
and I wait for another
I buy it all
and I don’t run for cover
I buy it all
because I’m to afraid
to stand up
and say what I think
and feel what’s
come up.

I’m the one
who this is all for
it’s not for you
This isn’t your war
So don’t worry, don’t worry
1 second more.

Until I stop buying
there will always be more.

#TheGreatPause

The world has stopped.
It’s many things
But maybe the most important
of all…
It’s a gift for ourselves
and the next generations.

Check out this essay by Julio Vincent Gambuto:

https://forge.medium.com/prepare-for-the-ultimate-gaslighting-6a8ce3f0a0e0

And this video by Webster Wiley

We’ve never had an opportunity, the whole world, together, to pause and reflect on our lives. Let’s do it and not go back to normal.

#letsnotgetnormal

What have you found for yourself? Share it. Tell people about it…please.

It’s not important how you relate to this Great Pause. Many will disagree about different actions and different causes and such. What’s important is that you, YOU, get in touch with what a world looks like where you’re not “forced” to work because there’s only one system, a world where you could walk and rest, go slow and not worry, be human, learn and grow without the pressure of having to survive economically.

Find the heart of your Great Pause. What is it for you. What do you want to keep and never lose again?

Don’t Ignore The Hoard

The hardest question
is good to ask
should we ask
if it’s good enough
to ask.

Ok, Ok…
you asked for it,
you got it,
we gotta take
this pig down
off the spit.

It’s truly time
to figure it.

If someone says
there is a cure
and that someone
and that someone
is not demure
but instead
is brazen
to a fault
and full of surety
and without doubt
and this someone says

WE’VE FOUND A CURE

and rings the bells
and blows the horns
and hoards come running
from near and far
praising whatever superstar
and eagerly holds up their kids
to make them safe
and the virus, rid
and once the commotion
has settled down
and the hoards can then
look around
and set their sites
with determined eye
and begin their hunt
from ground to sky
for anyone who’s not on board,

It’s best not to ignore the hoard.

Michael Jordan

What life…
What Life! – I say!

I can say…
I got to watch Jordan play
I got to watch the greatest
of the day
and the year
and of all time
I got to watch Jordan play.

Today, when the greatests say
Jordan was the best
they ever saw play
and when you see the greatests
play and you are blown away
and then
there’s Jordan
and they all say
He’s far and away
the best they’ve ever seen.

I got to see Jordan play
I got to be alive
when that greatness was on display
I lived in this time
I
got to live
in this time.

And now today there’s fear
and pain
and most seem to be unhappy
with the rain
and caught up beyond return
in a hopeless refrain
forgetting
that they lived too
in the time that
Jordan Played.

When you’re down
when you’re out
If you want to dispell
The doubt
If you want to see again
and laugh and dance
and love the rain
just remember
and watch, because you can,
Michael Jordan
play the game.

I Like To Eat Whales

A gyroscope rotates around a center
all the hoops spinning
separately
and attached around a center
each hoop
looks seperate
but they’re all related
they all originate from
the same center.

Just like American Culture Today
Each complaint
a hoop
revolving
Seemingly separately
but originating
from the same
center.

It’s all the same.

And now it’s spinning again
forgetting it’s last spot
but never forgetting
it’s origin.

Competing hoops.
Ha.
not true.
There can be no
competing hoops
if they come
from the same
origin.

I won’t wear a mask
I will wear a mask
you must wear a mask
you can’t make me wear a mask
I will get an abortion
you can’t get an abortion
I will vote for Trump
I will not
I will save the planet
You can’t save the planet
I will save the whales
I like to eat whales

All the same.
All keeping you from the center
Humanity.

All the same.
All keeping you from the center
Humanity.

Certainty Certainly Certain

What do you know about Hitler? About Stalin? About the Russian Revolution and Mao? What do you possibly know about the people who lived those times. I mean really, man.

What you’re telling me is that, you were there! You were fucking there! Oh, wait…no?! No. You weren’t actually there…oh, so you got your certainty…where?

Where did you get that certainty and how dare you make me tilt at windmills. Your certainty is as certain as this here writing. Certainly certain. That’s you.

What is it, specifically, that you think you know and where did you get your certainty? How do you come by it, being so sure, acting so sure, so sure that you want other people to do what you do. That’s some serious fucking expectations and some serious ambition.

But you know how to do it?
Like those before you
like those who blew it
like you who blew it
remember when you blew it
did certainly help
don’t blow it
for fucks sake
don’t blow it
by knowing it
you brain is tired
should be re-tired
should be de-tired
is not on fire
your brain is not on fire

You just feel good being certain.
and you like to tell other people about it.
I get it
I do it
I get it
but for fucks sake
there’s way too much real information
some call it wisdom
to blow it.

But I think,
in fact
I’m certain…you’re going to blow it.

Do Not Obey The Rules

The rules
who makes the rules
jewels in the crown
of the behemoth
fools follow
rules follow
fools follow
and it’s only
only

To Recognize
that everyone
is a fool
and to kiss
and make up
to forgive
and forget
and make up
and kiss
like a fool
everyone recognizes.

You see, young person,
the rules are used
in such a vicious manner
they are used to hurt and
punish
like an abusive parent

The rules are being enforced
by an abusive parent
drunk
high
corrupt
privileged
out of touch
removed
inhumane
violent

Rules can be precious
not vicious
not rough
not enough
but tough
and fair
and in the spirit
of justice
of making a thing
whole
not creating a hole
from which people
cannot return
and from their
doomed journey
impossible journey
they not only cannot return
they will be ridiculed
and made to carry heavy weight
than they already could cary
they failed already
they dropped the weight
and those that weild the rules
find it Just to add more weight
and put a person under

and

and

and

the worst of it young human
the worst worst worst of it
is that it is packaged
it’s wrapped up and bundled
for you to consume
and to make no an opinion
but a blind belief
you’ve been marketed to
young human
young human
young human

you’ve been marketed to
by psychopaths and monsters
true psychopaths and true monsters
the kind that actually remove souls
and kill passion
as they kill flesh.

You, young, brilliant human
have been sold,
you’ve been sold
and now you have a job
the job is to return the fucking product
bring it back
tell them you don’t want it
tell them you’re done with it
tell them in droves
walk out
not towards
do not believe your parents
even if you love them
they do not know
they were sold long ago
and they don’t know
but their investments have paid off
and they will not tell you the truth
because if they did
they would lose you
in the way they don’t want to lose anything.

You.
Young.
Brilliant.
Human.

Take it back.
Return to sender
Sanders
Return to sender
Trump

You’ve been granted the brief
but white hot ember
of free time
to examine your humaness
to look into yourself
through others
and find
layer
after
layer
and peel it
and peel it
and peel it
and wake up.

But if you believe
what you see,
oh fuck
you better get peelin’
Trust youselves
Trust each other

The rules are not meant
for you to flourish
as rules are meant to do
not meant to nourish
as a good rule will

Your rules
the ones you didn’t make up
are meant to put you in a prison
keep you in a prison
no care if the prison is of brick
and mortar
or flest and blood
and neurons trapped
in their own loops
burning out
the same routes

Do Not Believe The Rules
Do Not Obey The Rules.

Make Nothing Happen: Stop Clamoring

it’s not different
because you’re not different
and it’s the end of line
that’s why you’re so pissed
because if someone can’t
change it for you
then how the fuck
is it supposed to change.

it’s not different
because you’re not different.

i’m only writing with passion
if you know me
so if you know me
pretend you don’t
and read on.

this is not for you
it’s for me
but it’s about you
and it’s about me
it’s for me.

Bernie Sanders.
Donald Trump.
save me from them
save me from you
the clamoring is what’s worst
clamoring
it’s like a hicup that could
turn into a heart attack
the clamoring
and clawing away

You know what
I don’t fucking believe it
actually
it’s not that I don’t believe it
it’s that believing it doesn’t matter
I refuse it.

I refuse it
I refuse that the clamoring matters
I refust that the clamoring is worthy
of human’s attention
I am the anti-clamor
sit
listen to tracy champman
sing her stories
type
sit
listen

Make sure not to clammor
clamoring is not healthy
what is that you clamor for
what won’t you let go

Bernie Sanders
Donald Trump
Save me from them
save me from you
save me from the spirit
of clamoring.

But you know what
I switched again,
I’m a flip flopper
and I flipped
it’s matters a ton.

Every minute, every second that you clamor
every minute, every second that you aren’t listening
to Tracy Chapman
sitting
Is a minute the world isn’t seeing what happens
when nothing happens
and we need more of that
we need more of nothing happening
we need you to make more of nothing happening
to make more nothing happen for you
I know you can do it
you can do it
make nothing happen
and

breathe your air
listen to song
and the birds
they speak to you
and cats
they want to be near you
and children
they will show you the joy of life
without knowing
which is the joy
for them.
But Joy Is Joy
so start trying
and do better
at making nothing happen.

Make nothing happen.

Bernie Sanders
Donald Trump
save me from them
save me from you
save me from the idea
of the clamor.

Stop Clamoring
Make Nothing Happen.

The Difference Between a Bullet to the Head and Cancer

I don’t think I should like it
But I do.
Donald Trump is a winner
the only question
is
What is he Winning?

These Democrats are completely hopless
it’s embarassing that they don’t
know better

And you know how much America loves a winner
and you know how much America loves a winner

The response was like an uninspired
PTA speaker
with less enthuisiasm than
would be had for a community bake sale

They take themselves so seriously
the moral high ground
I know the moral high ground too

But at least I’m right

I wonder where the strings go
who’s holding them
Trump will win again
he may never give up
he may dictate and we may let him
but at least with him
there’s a fighting chance
at least with him
there’s a fighting chance

And maybe that’s the thing with him
maybe that’s the best thing
he’s not trying to be someone he’s not
he’s not trying to pretend
he’s a dinosaur in a world of dinosaurs
who don’t think
they should think

At least you know what you’re getting

The other side
the vast nothing
The Democratic Study Hall
jesus
they’re much worse than Trump
and many people know this
many people know
that when you face up with liars
and pretenders
you going to get viciousness

And do you know the difference between
viciousness
and
arrogance

It’s the same as the difference between
a bullet to the head
and
cancer

Both suck
But one gives you a chance

Where have all the heroes gone.

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