There is a strand of light That I have been following my whole life. I know it as a sensation: A pull forward from my heart, My gut, Perhaps from somewhere deeper. * When in touch with the strand, I feel a sense of flow, An intuitive “yes” to what is being offered me by… Continue reading The strand
Happy valentine's day To the parts of myself I hide. These are the parts of myself That easily get angry, reactive, or afraid, The parts of myself that cower and cry without reason. * I am worried that when people see these parts of me, They won't want to know me, And so I do… Continue reading Valentine’s day poem
I am not a capitalist, but there is a truth that life has become better since agriculture and that competition produces greatness. I am not a marxist, but there is a truth that profit is made through exploitation. I am not an anti-vaxxer, but there is a truth that pharmaceutical companies abuse their power and… Continue reading In every ideology, something true
Sometimes In life All you need Is someone to pop the pimples On your back, Or pick out the food from your hair, Like a monkey. Except maybe the human Doesn't also eat the food.
As the gap grows between the self you are and the self you thought you would be, Your envisioned self dies the death of a million cuts, Like a drawing incrementally erased from a white board. You are strong where he is weak, Grieving where he is alight with fancy, Alive where he is dead,… Continue reading Death of the projected self