Driven

I sit down and I think it through

I’m driven to do what I do

To share, to say, to try to mold

A future I, alone, can hold

As nothing’s guaranteed in life

Except for it’s incessant strife

And if they ask who will I be

I tell them, read my poetry

‘Cause each and every line I write

Will tell you who I am at night

When masks removed and the day ends

You’ll know if we are really friends

Or if it’s just convenience sake

We all do it, the up we make

Donning eyes that are not ours

Trying to stand out like stars

But we can’t all be shooting now

Constellations won’t allow

Horoscopes made overnight

Or victory without a fight

All that is was somehow earned

And if it wasn’t, don’t be concerned

For you control which path you take

This journeys naught, but what you make

Pens & Swords

Words, they say, aren’t sharp as swords

They cannot pierce, or strike the chords

Tonight, I pray, these words I’ve brought

Will do such things that swords cannot

Fights are fought for faith, and pride

When we should stop instead, confide

Admit that when all’s said and done

What’s known of life, amounts to none

We all are lost, each one of us

Not one of us knows who to trust

Do not believe the ones who do

The ones who say their words are true

Falsities have guided us

Into halls of hate, and lust

Idols aren’t only unjust

Our issues lie within, in us

Save your soul, save it tonight

Save the things for which we fight

Love, and life, this is our all

The things for which we rise, and fall

Patience

I know there’s one, one sad soul out there

Waiting wishing, somebody, somewhere

Who cares for all the things of which I care

The answer to my one, my only prayer

Deepest love is hidden in a vulnerable and lonely place

It hides behind the things we all ignore and do not want to face

Common knowledge says it’s so, we humans are a fickle race

It makes me want to hide my heart, lock it up, just in case

I hate that it has come to this

That ignorance is somehow bliss

Ask anyone, before you kiss

Are you just one more on the list

When did we lose all our trust?

When did dawn turn into dusk?

When did love abandon us?

We need to pause and think – we must

That which we concern ourselves

Is found on vanity’s bookshelves

If only we’d prioritize

The world would change before our eyes

I know there’s one, one sad soul out there

Waiting wishing, somebody, somewhere

Carrying the same burdens that I bear

I’ll find you one day, and love the life we share

Who Am I?

Do not break rhythm, just to rhyme

To replicate the pantomime

Do not spend life trying to climb

A ladder that’s a waste of time

Seize the day, right at its dawn

Do not exist as someone’s pawn

For ’tis not what you’re meant to be

So live your life, and live it free

Lay the pavement, craft your path

Worry not for aftermath

For it will never worry you

This may be harsh, but it is true

Worlds are large, worlds are great

And we should all appreciate

That nothings given, nothings owed

We only reap what things are sewed

Be who you would always dream

Create your motif, and your theme

Everything is up to you

You are defined by what you do

The Song of Greed

Once upon a time before the universe existed

There lived someone who thought and said “well maybe I should twist it”

Lo behold, the worlds were born because He was assisted

By those He made to fill the realm, the humans He enlisted

He started simple, started quick, for there was so much work to do

It was decided to give humans all the tools to think things through

He gave them family, gave them love, for that was all he thought they’d need

But little did he know that humans sing one song: The Song of Greed

It did not matter what He gave, these creatures always cried for more

He tried to hide inside his keep but those He made knocked down the door

Rushing in they cried out “Sin! You know what we are looking for”

Let us explain, it isn’t rain, it’s the entire storm’s downpour

Hearing this He hung his head, closed his eyes to contemplate

How right before his very eyes they made His love disintegrate

And so it goes, everyone knows, we want more than what’s on our plate

How do I wish one day we’ll find a way to just appreciate

Baxident

I told him to sit down and wait, so I could get my shoestrings tied

I told him it would be one moment until I let him outside

As I look back what does he do? Decides to be a bad, bad dog

I know I raised no lumberjack, but still he drops a big ‘ole log

What part of “wait I’ll be right there” did your dog brain not understand?

Do you really think I want to pick this piece of poop up with my hand?

It isn’t funny, it’s really not, the warmth felt through the paper towel

It should be you that cleans this poo but you sit just there, bark and howl

Don’t look at me like you don’t know exactly what mistake you made

I swear if you were in dog school you wouldn’t pass damn dog first grade

So listen up you bratty pup, if you still want the snacks I sent

You better clean your act right up, and make this your last accident

The Lonely Dove

Look at the sky, that lonely dove

It carries thoughts I’m thinking of

A tied up message on its wings

Aware not of the pain it brings

Delivers truths that cannot hide

No matter how it feels inside

And though dismays the song it sings

It does not know what scroll it brings

There are things we all must face

They do not care for time, or place

No cause, concern, for things we say

For truth will always find its way

Sadly, what we want in life

Be it husband, be it wife

Alludes our grandest wants within

And if we chase them, we must sin

Love, it can intoxicate

Introduce your true soulmate

So sad it is to fit the norm

And be conditioned to conform

Why don’t we embrace the wait?

What once was good could now be great

Why do we let this life become?

Why do we make our feelings numb?

I gaze again, that little dove

It carries thoughts of life, and love

Fly away, my feathered friend

I’m here with you, until the end

Grayest of Blue Skies

Such lonely clouds, these thoughts of love

If capable, I’m even of

At night I lay down, just to think

My sad, sore eyes, they rarely blink

I wonder if it could be me

Or if I’m just melancholy

I wonder if there’s one out there

Whose minds like mine, and too aware

Too conditioned to the hate

And all the things we tolerate

Yet things that tame monsters of men

I know I want, but don’t know when

Parted it is, this cobbled road

I can’t decide which way to go

The burdens that all lie within

They are my all, my everything

My masts are pain; my tears, the wind

And even though I know I’ve sinned

They set and move me forward, so

This helm I hold, I’ll ne’er let go

I want to be at ease, again

Forget the places that I’ve been

I want my thoughts to go away

And rejoin me another day

I miss the life I knew before

That hides behind my younger door

I miss the times when all I knew

Was happiness, and things I’d do

I want to start it all again

I want to meet my lifelong friend

I want to do the things that I

Would dream when looking at night’s sky

Watching stars all dance around

With the one I fine’ly found

I long for such a deep embrace

I care not for the time, or place

The clouds above, they start to gray

And hide the things I want to say

Their darkness fogs what things might be

And dims the light that’d set me free

It’s Up to Us

I can’t explain the pain I feel

I can’t explain the hurt He deals

I can’t explain why sad has come

I can’t explain what He has done

So sorely do I wish to know

Are we just threads that He can sew?

Are we just pieces on a board?

Are we unnoticed to our Lord?

I lay as tears fall from my face

I long so badly for a place

Where we could live, without concern

For who knows who, how much you earn

I long for that one truthful day

When hatred’s told to go away

Where peace and love are all we need

Where kindness reigns, instead of greed

‘Tis woe to fall upon deaf ears

But when we look at all our years

We’ve never taken all the good

And celebrated, as we should

This is our chance, please say it’s so

Please tell me that you’ve let it go

That you, at last, can see the sign

And that these views? They all align

Love all others, even when

They find a reason to condemn

Please, stop the fighting, stop the fright

And change the world for good, tonight

The World is Run by Psychopaths…and They’re Too Stupid to Realize It

Alrighty. I’m going to begin this here blog entry with a disclaimer – this is probably going to sound crazy to a lot of you. Thankfully, I’ve prepared for that. So let me first begin by saying the following:

People, as we all know, tend to be predictable.

It isn’t exactly rocket science to spend a bit of time with a person and, after awhile, gain the ability to anticipate their reaction(s) to a particular situation and/or event. It’s pretty much common sense for anyone capable of recognizing patterns and processes at, say, a fifth grade level, right?

Right.

So taking this not-so-revolutionary realization into account, I’d like to apply it to a specific group of people. A group, as I’m sure you’re all aware by now, that does, in fact, exist. What group is this, you ask?

The Illuminati.

Oh yeah. You heard me. I said it. Say it with me, will you?

The Illuminati.

Ahhh. Much better. See, now that we’ve gotten the hard part out of the way (mutually acknowledging their existence), we can now discuss them in a meaningful way. And before you ask me to get into the nitty gritty, the answer is “I don’t know”. I have absolutely no idea who, on an individual basis, runs and controls these things. What I do know, however, is that my radar of common sense hasn’t failed me thus far in life, and if I am to consider the inordinate amount of research and legitimate, academically-motivated research into the topic I’ve done – well, it leads to only one conclusion. A conclusion, of course, that points to the unavoidable reality that the world is managed, administered, and sometimes picked apart by a hyper-intelligent, coordinated group of individuals who commonly embody sociopathic characteristics.

That is to say, they couldn’t care less about you.

Am I crazy for thinking this? Sure, perhaps I am. But between you and me, let me say something.

I’m not.

As a matter of fact, I consistently maintain an Uber rating in the upper 4.9’s, and any waiter or waitress, ever, will attest to the fact that I always tip at least 20%. Know why? Because I actually enjoy the benefits of being a decent human being (another disclaimer, I wasn’t this way until my mother passed four years ago). Basically, I’m forced to be as benevolent as I possibly can in order to fulfill a promise I made to an adored parent of mine as I held her hand for the last time as she laid on her literal death bed. So it’s become somewhat of a necessity for me to try and mitigate such evil-doing in whatever capacity I can.

Yes. I have committed my life to that one, very simple cause.

But back to the point. Do your own research of course, but for those who don’t have time to trek on down the rabbit hole, I’m sorry; you’re just gonna have to take my word for it. In fact, remember that speech JFK gave not long before he was snuffed out? You know the one I’m talking about. It pretty much laid it all out in the open for you (speaking of which, don’t ever let a sincere leader like him be silenced without a resounding response-in-kind).

Here’s the cliff-note version for anyone who might need it.

“We are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day.

It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. 

Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed.

United States President John F. Kennedy

Long story short, he was literally trying to tell you guys about the Illuminati. That might be classified as paraphrasing, but the point remains. I mean let’s be real here, you can’t just brush off whatever it was that influenced the aforementioned words from being read on national television. Because those words are not, in any way whatsoever, complicated. This man was very clearly calling out some seriously nefarious shit.

So what’s the point?

Well, the point is this: turns out, those people aren’t all that smart after all. In fact, it’s a bit laughable when you really sit down and consider it. Just take a quick look at them and ask yourself: what is the one thing that none of them seem to be able to stand? It isn’t hitting them in their pocketbooks. No, that’s not it at all.

It’s their ego.

Yup. Once again, it really is that simple. I guarantee you that if you randomly plucked a hundred of these mega-wealthy, super powerful “elites” from their strongholds in the Hamptons or elsewhere and asked them what the most important thing in life is to them, ninety-nine of them would say its to have an ever-lasting impact on the world so their name might carry on as a beacon of all that is good in the universe.

In other words…remember me.

And that’s just it. To understand why these people do the things they do, you have to be able to think like them. That’s what being a grandmaster at chess is all about, no? You have to know your enemy. And I hate to say this, but that’s exactly what these people who are above you on the socio-economic ladder are: they’re your enemies. Why? Well, that’s the Animal Kingdom for you. No one wants to see someone else rise above them, so they try their damnedest to maintain their foothold on the top of your head as you struggle to climb your way to the top.

It’s common sense stuff, and it’s about time you start waking up to it.

So please…start thinking about this stuff. That’s all I ask. I’m fully aware that we all look at the world, see how shitty it is, and just shrug our shoulders because of how daunting it is to imagine changing it. But you know what? Someone has to, or we’re going to be shrugging our shoulders for all eternity.

We can control our destiny, if only we believe in ourselves. For the last time, it really is that simple. It’s going to have to start by controlling the idiots who are in charge at the moment. And the way to do that is So. Freaking. Obvious. I promise you, they really aren’t nearly as smart as they try and make themselves out to be. Just steer them by their egos. That’s it. Because none of them want to be remembered as “History’s Shittiest World Leader”. The power is within you. For the sake of us all…

Start using it.

The Looking Tree

Some things are just not meant to be

Even though the Looking Tree

Might help us, save us, spare our time

And calm us down as we unwind

It is so peaceful, yes it’s so

For if you wonder how it glows

It gets its magic from the faith

Of all who banished wicked wraith

This love, it is not carved in stone

But when you lay down, all alone

You wish for that which is not there

If only life was not unfair

And so that’s how the story goes

We cannot change it, I suppose

It hurts so much to love within

But it hurts more to hide in sin

Yes, the leaves are drifting, free

They tend to do so in the breeze

Take just one step, simple, see?

The beauty of this Looking Tree

Checkmate

I do not claim to be the best

I compete not with all the rest

The things I write are not for fun

It’s to unload this loaded gun

As tensions rise, so do our acts

And if you look at all the facts

You’ll see that nothing ever changed

That things were simply rearranged

The problems that we face today

Are all as old as seers say

It isn’t you, it isn’t me

It’s that we’ll always disagree

Tis’ the issue that we face

And if we ever found a space

Which let us mend our broken bond

A place where we can correspond

Perhaps I’d get it, and you would too

That pointing fingers, saying “you”

Does not contribute anything

But wasted words held on a string

A string that’s frayed, and so decayed

It hardly holds this day and age

So cease the fighting, calling names

Do not be pawns in twisted games

Writing Wrongs

The outcome’s not what you intended

You were sincere, yet they’re offended

As if your points had all been bended

At the speech you gave tonight

Careful now, who you’ve befriended

That party, of which you attended

Played their games, as they pretended

They were behind you in this fight

By now, for sure you’ve comprehended

To play this game, ‘tis recommended

Hide your morals, they’re suspended

For fairness can’t compete with might

That judge’s chair, it’s unattended

No gavel there, our ethics ended

This world we’ve made, place we’ve tended

Can’t tell wrong, from what we write

A Life Unfiltered

Stop all of this judgment

Please, cease all of the hate

It’s okay to like attention

And it’s fine that’s who you date

Misery loves it’s company

Spiteful comments are it’s mate

The genuine embrace truth

And don’t live a life that’s fake

It changes one’s perspective

Embracing positivity

Shedding stresses that are caused

By worrying constantly

If someone doesn’t like you

For who you truly are

Just laugh at such a closed mind

Say only “au revoir”

Perhaps it was their raising

Or an absent mom or dad

Though likely mere resentment

Happiness they’ll never have

So live without a filter

Time is short upon this Earth

Don’t let such thieves of joy

Cast doubt on your self-worth

Politics Dehumanize Us, and Everything Needs to Change

I don’t know how much more helpless we can feel after this weekend. As observers of society, that is.

I know you all feel it. Everyone does. This sensation that we live in a world where we’re forced to clock in and clock out of our prescribed, normal lives as we watch “high society” try to run things as if they know what they’re doing. And just look at them. We’ve got a bunch of rich, silver-spoon-fed politicians trying to tell us how we should be reacting to the fact that dozens of us…we, the NORMAL human beings in society…were slaughtered over the weekend.

I’m sorry, but if I hear one more out of touch, tone-deaf politician try to tell me I should vote for them because they’ll solve this shit, I’m going to scream. And that’s the delicate, “I can post this publicly” version of what I’d do.

I’m fed up, and I bet you are too.

We’re beyond the point of politics, people. This is real life we’re dealing with here. We’re at a point where you literally can’t even walk into a Walmart without having a fleeting concern in the back of your head that’s scoping out the escape paths if some maniac decides to shoot the place up.

It’s ridiculous.

So how do we solve it? Well, we don’t. This is just one of life’s shitty hands it tends to deal. In fact, I imagine we’re going to be dealing with this garbage for quite some time, until we can stop throwing rocks at each other, swallow our damn pride, and GET THE FUCK ALONG.

And that goes for everyone. It doesn’t matter what color you are, what god you do or do not believe in, how much money you make, how popular you are, or any other demographic you’d like to throw in. ALL OF US need to cut the shit and stop letting this godforsaken 1 percent keep playing us for the idiots we are.

Because yes, that’s exactly what is happening here in America.

You, me, and every other person you know that’s not sitting on a golden-laced cushion has allowed a manipulative, deceitful group of elitist assholes to shape and mold our minds into such jello that they have us all fighting each other. So STOP IT. Stop fighting your neighbors and start realizing that the entire structure of our society is rigged to benefit the riggers. I’m done trying to veil such revolutionary thoughts and ideas behind a fictional narrative. Yes, I admit it. Continuity is a story about humanity changing our entire social structure and was written in an attempt to subconsciously make people consider possible alternatives to the current status quo. But we’re past that now. Fiction isn’t good enough. This is it.

THINGS. HAVE. TO. CHANGE.

And I mean everything. I’m not joking. We have the internet now. We can all communicate. So why in the hell are we sitting back, allowing these SOCIOPATHS that we call “world leaders” to steer us in whatever direction they want?

Think about this, people. I’m not telling you to throw in the towel at work tomorrow and cash out your 401(k). I’m asking you to consider potential alternatives. GET THE DIALOGUE GOING, for the love of God. As a society, we have 2019 hardware but we’re operating on 1995 software. We HAVE THE TOOLS to change things, drastically.

Listen. I fully understand that we’re all accustomed to the lovely checks and balances that make up our equally lovely government. But times have changed. We don’t really need you anymore, Mr. Representative. Because when we created your role in life, the only way we could exchange ideas was via a freaking horse. And ya know what? Horses are slow af. Comparing them to what we have now, that is. So sure, I guess it made sense to cherry pick one of you guys from the bunch to go chat with other such persons of fortune in order to create the rules we’re all supposed to play by. Because trying to cram a million people in a town hall meeting would suck. Duh. But now? Now we don’t need to rely on one (usually corrupt) human to share our voices. We can do it ourselves!! Bet your horse jockeys are jealous of that, eh? So yeah. Point is, if the masses actually came together and created a fair, balanced way of life, we could rid ourselves of the cesspool we’re currently trying to tolerate.

Here’s an example.

What’s that you say? We need to decide if you can abort after x months? Well why don’t we put a vote up on this brand new internet voting program where folks can actually contribute their voice directly without the need for some power-hungry “diplomat” inaccurately relaying our world views?

Yup. It really could be that simple. All we have to do is agree on it. No guns, no tea parties, no beheadings. Just…mutually beneficial cooperation which gives most legislative power to small communities or city-states. This Federal thing? Why don’t we just let them take care of the reeeeal big concerns, like war and protecting the homeland and stuff. That would be a government for the people, don’t you think?

Again, please listen. The ball of change has to start rolling eventually. Simple as that. So how about we declare it right now? Here, tonight. This 5th of August, 2019.

Share this. Talk about this stuff. CARE enough to stop arguing, come together as a population and iron out the kinks that have been tormenting us since the time when the first asshole riding a camel decided that inventing some kind of control mechanism called money would be an easy way to rule the world. Yes. Consider it declared:

The Revolutiaball has begun to roll.

I, along with millions of other sane, reasonable humans, beg you…keep it rolling.

Taken for Granted

Taken for Granted

Hang on, you can’t be serious

You’re on something, delirious

That lady who was here? He just

Left without a word

I saw that things got out of hand

No one saw that coming, and

It’s obvious this wasn’t planned

But arguments were heard

Instead of making peace, amend

For reasons I can’t comprehend

Even though he’s her boyfriend

On her, he put the blame

He didn’t stop to wonder if

Twas his unbending thoughts t’were stiff

He’d sooner jumped right off love’s cliff

Than tarnish his own name

And so that’s how the story goes

It’s one which everybody knows

‘Cause everybody fakes a pose

To play this same old game

Can’t Make Sense of It

It is not her. It is not me. It is not that we disagree. It is that we just both live free and that’s how we will always be.

It is not me. It is not you. ‘Cause this is what we’ll always do. We’ll always chase a heart thats true and love the ones that we’re into.

I don’t know why. You don’t know why. We’ll do this ‘till the day we die. We’ll do this ‘till the day we die unless somehow we stop our mind.

Stop it from the world, you see. Because we’re all, at times, lonely. Because at times we sit and need to feel like “me” can become “we”.

But then we change. Why do we change? Why do we need to rearrange? Why do we feel the need to make what should feel normal now feel strange?

I do not know. I hate it, though. I hate that we all reap what everybody knows is sowed.

It’s all the same. It’s just a game. It’s just a game that we all play. And though we play we all will say we hate the day that it was made.

That the ones who wrote the rules were nothing more than tired fools but still, when that old whistle blows, we fall in line; that’s how it goes.

This game, you will not ever get.

Admit…you can’t make sense of it.

Educated

What makes someone an expert? What gives them their authority?

I think about this all the time, is it worth asking or is it me?

This ink professed a better education than professors ever did

Words I write and read have taught me more than schools did as a kid

Sit in this seat. Write these words. Learn things you will never use.

Conform or this world will reject you, then you’ll fail and you will lose.

Lose your chances, slam the doors, forfeit opportunities

As if the only path to happiness is on your hands and knees

This isn’t what He meant to make when anvils forged the world created

Its not the life that should be lived, if accurate, the scrolls translated

All that matters in this realm is how we spend the time He gives

All that matters is the way a person acts, and how he lives

So why do we get caught up in the judgment, how we’re procreated?

Our circumstances are random, and so is how we’re educated

You Can’t Please Everyone

Live, and laugh, and love they say!

Don’t ever wear a frown

But let’s be real, sometimes we feel

Our smiles upside down

It does not matter what you do

Nor what you’ve done before

There will be, always, one of them

Who drags you to the floor

One person who just won’t believe

That goodness, you have brought

Ironically it’s mostly ‘cause

Their own life matters not

It does not matter to themselves

So then they wish on you

To share their melancholy days

And all their sad boo-hoo

So if you’re good, and ever should

Feel low because of some

Do not regret, and don’t forget

You can’t please everyone

Say I Won’t

We’re people you see, we do what we want

Impossible isn’t a word

If one day they all say that it just can’t be done

We’ll just laugh and say “go join the herd”

No time do we have for the ones who push back

No time do we have, no we don’t

No time do we have for the ones who say no

No time for the ones who just won’t

Achievements are made by the ones who progress

The willing, the daring, take risk

And progress is made by the ones who care less

For the watch than the time on their wrist

None of us knows what’s before us right now

And none of us knows what lies next

But some of us know what we want to come true

We create, we record it in text