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

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.

The Lannister

Hello dear you love me yes, I hear your heart, it’s thirst

Come close to me but let me see, some things I must say first

This is that which I would think I prob’ly need to mention

You’ll see my pen is out of ink but I still draw attention

A lion isn’t lonely long, it can’t help but call the crowd

I hope you don’t mind noises, ma’am, because these halls will grow quite loud

All these women, all these men, they flock when banners seen

And if you’re kind then you might find that my reaction’s mean

For when you’re me you just can’t seem to find a quiet place

Sometimes I wish that I could disappear without a trace

I’d love to take you to a time when surname mattered naught

Yet sadly I surmise to say that such a time, ’tis not

So if you’re sure and you are pure, I welcome you to this

For there are toys that we enjoy and ma’am…you are my sis’

Dog Breath

What do you do when you’re faced with a curse?

A fate that is worse than your death?

A thing that can just be described as the worst

A thing that is Baxter’s dog breath?

I usually let him jump onto my lap

It’s not a big deal, normally

But when I wake up after taking a nap

He tends to come walk over me

He’ll stand on my chest and look into my eye

As if to say “time to get up”

And then he will yawn and make me want to die

As I gag and say “close your mouth, pup”

It’s really not funny, because when he yawns

It’s like he’s exhaling his guts

His breath smells like what he ate from dusk to dawn

And what’s more, he’ll stand on my nuts

So I must say, as I lie here today

Typing and scribbling words

Buy a dog bed, so when you hit the hay

You’ll wake up, and only hear birds

A Turn of Events

Once upon a time a lovely maiden did her chores

She cooked and cleaned and washed and dried and wiped down all the floors

And though her Lord looked down at her, ironically this man

Would force himself upon her because when you’re Lord you think you can

He used her for his twisted games, he thought it was alright

Sadly she just let it be, so she could feed her son at night

And so it went for years and years, till finally one day

Her son grew up and saw the truth, saying that “this man must pay”

Despite his mother’s cries and pleas, the son could not forgive

He told her she deserved much more, this was not a way to live

His mom, you see, quick to agree, would never punish him

Her heart was her worst enemy, enabling Lord to live in sin

So the son approached the man, he stood much taller than Lord did

As the Lord said “hello boy, you’ve grown so much since just a kid”

“I know,” son said, “it must be strange, to to be on the receiving end”

“Of the games you play at night, I bet your wife won’t comprehend”

“Won’t comprehend the things you do, to satisfy your appetite”

“I can’t imagine how a person does this and then sleeps at night”

“At least it doesn’t matter now, because I give what is deserved”

“What’s that,” you ask? “To be frank, I really hate to touch a nerve”

“But since we’re here I will be clear, this might begin to sting a bit”

“I’ve wanted this for oh so long, because you’re such a piece of shit”

“It’s my turn now, so turn around, this will not end quick I must say”

“This won’t be fun, and when I’m done, this broomstick will make sure you pay”

Where Do You Belong

You ask me why I’m like this

I’ll tell you best I can

Some things have happened in my life

That made me who I am

I used to see things one way

But that way got turned to two

And then I started seeing things

From all these points of view

Everything around me changed

◦ ‘Twas different than before

The world revealed itself to me

As it drug me ‘cross the floor

It showed me everything it made

It showed me that I’m lost

It showed me that there’s many more

Who feel the same exhaust

Then, it softly spoke to me

It told me to be strong

And if you let your weakness win

You’re right where you belong

Necessary

NECESSARY

I think I’ll write a poem that speaks epic truth, tonight
It doesn’t matter if you tend to lean left or lean right
Politics aren’t helping us, the gap is greater in-between
We need to stop fixating on whose King or who is Queen

We need to shift the focus to what matters, that’s for real
We need to stop the spinning and start breaking culture’s wheel
Martin wasn’t joking when he wrote that brilliant line
The story’s great, sure, but a grander message lies behind

Nothing’s stronger than a thread that’s woven one and all
But if you try to weave it on your own you’ll sadly fall
History has proven this, it’s not news to anyone
The ink in this here pen I wield weighs more than your big gun

Every life we live is shaped by minds that can run free
And if we came together just imagine what could be
Forgiveness, empathy, this is what we need
And we ever grasp these things our whole planet will be freed

Fire doesn’t put out fire, its ego you should bury
Someone had to say it, right? These words are necessary.

Navigating

Days of old I envy, much realer all these feelings were

Now it seems it’s so fast-paced that every day and night’s a blur

Heartfelt talks under the stars are now boxed into tiny screens

And half the time when she’s not here I can’t tell what the message means

 

Context comes when eyes see eyes, the words we hear and understand

Its more sincere when we’re both here, when we can touch and hold a hand

I know the world’s exciting and the crowd is always calling us

But these things take the substance out and make love seem superfluous

 

Right now real is hard to find and so much harder to hold on

Those blissful eyes are nice, I know, but once you blink they might be gone

Why is it that we seem to care more for our fears than what we love

Emotions push, we build a wall, just to make sure they don’t shove

 

Its like we’re not supposed to feel or open up for weakness sake

Well I don’t want to live that way, I want my soul to stay awake

I want to feel the ups and downs, and everything that’s in between

To know why I’ve been doing this, to know what all of it might mean

Wanderlust

Wanderlust, traveler, perhaps even gypsy

So many labels they’ve applied, but in reality

Living life is all she wants, it’s really that simple

Her spirit shines through both her smile, and her cute cheek dimple

Life is meant for living, yes, a thing she truly gets

Singing, dancing, spinning round, she loves without regrets

Always brightening what is dark, this girl, so free of care

Defined by “one day at a time”, she’s happy everywhere

Some may say she’s weak, not strong

But she knows that they all are wrong

She is not lost, like others say

This girl’s just finding her own way

For all the things we say and do

There is but one thing that is true

Life, she says, is nothing more

Than canvas, white, awaiting more

It’s you who gets to fill the blank

And for this chance, we all should thank

This beautiful and wondrous place

For giving us the life it’s graced

Cause & Effect

Hatred, malice, walls, no door

Cities, countries, all at war

Fighting just to stay alive

Families struggling to survive

A world of waste we’ve made, it seems

Turned to gray our once blue streams

Pillaged, they have done to Earth

All just to increase their net worth

Sickening, it is to me

That they thought these things were free

That all this came without a cost

And yet, on them, these words are lost

As no one seems to think things through

For if your cause would effect you

The actions that you choose today

Would be quite different, I would say

Your children’s lives, you all neglect

Yet sadly, that’s what I expect

From a kind who’s quick to take

And never thinks of what’s at stake

UNITY

Come sit for a moment, just lend me your ear. I want to be honest, no matter how I appear. The things that I say may not at first be so clear, but as you continue to read they should soon seem sincere. I’ll put this quite simply; my words are austere. The things on the news create division and fear. This shouldn’t surprise you, two thousand eighteen is the year, and everyone knows it; the whole hemisphere. The media, for ratings, will always just smear the things that which should actually be crystal clear.

I’ll give you a moment to let this newsflash digest. I had to be sure that bias was addressed. See, the fights and the feuds that make so many distressed are mostly just bullshit that the “system” professed. They take a small story and tell you folks are oppressed so they can divide us through lies and protest. And don’t get it twisted, injustice is surely expressed, but the majority of people are good, I attest. I have to be honest, these lies have surely impressed, they’ve manipulated the world while leaning on an armrest. Though I have an objection Your Honor cause yes, I know I’m obsessed. But I can’t sit any longer as this world is repressed. I’m sick of complacency; we haven’t progressed. There’s so much in my mind to suggest and request. What things do I mean? Well, its only time that can test. But if you’ll just listen its time that’s good to invest.

The first thing to do is to swallow our pride. I know that its hard, but please let peace be your guide. If you truly are righteous, then take one small step outside; get away from the narrow and rigid divide. Sacrifice all your judgments that you’ve been forced to confide, and instead start thinking of what bonds us together inside.

I could not create a more significant plea. My mind thinks of so much but this one problem won’t leave. We cannot go on fighting, we cannot disagree. This has to be fixed, whether on foot or on knee. America: its on us. Its on us to agree. Winning a fight is not as important as it is to be free. So look past your motives, and look past the “me”. Be strong together, create UNITY.

The Fear of Death

Some time ago, I sat upon a balcony, just staring on

My mind, my thoughts, my very soul, sat wondering where it all goes

I pondered whether, when we die, the scrolls are true, or just a lie

And as I sat there, lost in thought, a child came, a book he’d brought

Sitting down right next to me, he looked me in the eye, said “see?”

“Can’t you tell that he’s up there, and wants to free you from despair?”

Softly smirking, to he I said “my child, so many things I’ve read”

“Allah, Buddha, Krishna too; the testaments, both old and new”

Sadly sighing, this boy looked down and shedding tears, began to frown

“But mister,” this boy said to me, “our souls live for eternity”

“And if you doubt this, so I’m told, you’re cast aside ‘till time grows old”

I paused a moment, listening, and thought back to my christening

“Listen, son, for Matthew says, seek the kingdom; righteousness”

“The truth is all I want to know; to gaze upon a clear window”

“Do not let past transgressions rule, do not let dogma play the fool”

And then, with one last final breath, I said to him: “Do not fear death.”

Piece of Mind

Come close, softly whisper all the secrets in your mind

What’s buried in its darkest depths, shrouded and confined?

Until the veil is lifted and what’s hidden is exposed

No one knows just who you are; the truth is undisclosed

 

So many fail to understand, refuse to comprehend

Ignoring harsh reality for a world where they pretend

And yet I find that there are times, most often late at night

I envy them; condemn my thoughts as not a strength, but plight

 

So dearly how I wish that I could adequately say

My core convictions and beliefs without getting in my own way

Split my skull and slice a shard of brain, my thoughts I’d find

Yet fear that most could handle just a small piece of my mind

 

I long to liberate my peers, to free them of this place

Where hatred, malice, deceit, and lies all rule the human race

I’m gripped and tasked by unknown forces; I mustn’t lose belief

Relentless faith shall fuel the drive, till death or my relief

 

 

 

The Why Behind

Why do people do all of the things that people do?

I fear that there’s a very simple way to get the truth

Just think about it. This isn’t a joke; I mean it

A person’s actions show you that very person’s characteristics

So let’s put that into context, shall we?

As a human I desire love, happiness is all I need

And how about that friend you have who really gets along?

That person honestly just wants their friendships to be strong

Let’s broaden the lens, now tell me what you see

This world is run by people who want power and money

It’s simple when you think about it, cause if that wasn’t what they want

They wouldn’t run for office to feel superior and vaunt

You see, people who want power are the ones who want control

They’ll do anything to get it, even if they have to sell their soul

This is the reason that most are held down and oppressed

The people who desire power think they’re better than the rest

Well guess what, Planet Earth? I’ve got some news for you

Ironically the inverse is what’s valid and what’s true

The very basic fact is that the ones who want to rule

Are self-obsessed and want to be above the me and you

So please, folks, understand the human mind

Use your intuition, and find the “why” behind

For once you realize who they are, the ones we look up to

Are nothing more than selfish frauds, the change will start anew

Ripples

Ripples, I see down below

The waves are moving, soft and slow

Like zephyrs, gently drifting through

The water’s stillness calms and soothes

I cast a rock into its deeps

Watch it sink as this willow weeps

I see the first bright evening star

Across the lake, the trees afar

The coast adorns a bright green coat

It’s shadow cloaks a lonely boat

My friend, on four, barks on a whim

As children there, begin to swim

A sigh escapes, the calmest breath

There’s so much life to live ‘fore death

And as I stand, to pack my things

I thank this world, for all it brings

The Bath of the Birds

I sit here in silence, observing the fray

They jump and they fly and they chirp and they play

No notion of others, surroundings are clear

They have no concern for the things that are near

A troupe, all together, just having some fun

Enjoying themselves now that rainfall has come

A friendship? A family? Their dynamic unknown

I’m certain of only one thing that they’ve shown

Simplicity flies in this unit of four

No worries, no stress, no rich and no poor

Their life is just that, a puddle to play

A place to post up and put worries away

And as I observe, these birds look around

They hop and they leap and leave marks on the ground

I can tell that they’re happy, such joy do they feel

As they chirp and they play, I can see it’s so real

They love one another, there’s no question of that

I can tell just by watching, it’s a sobering fact

I can’t help but wonder, as I see these birds play

Why humans can’t see things this simple today

This life wasn’t forged for such fury and fear

We were meant to be loved, all my friends, it’s so clear

Today, make a promise, I beg for your words

Reflect this world’s beauty, like this bath of the birds

The Ward & the Bone: 2

Grr Barker

“Grr Barker! You have forgotten your vest-piece!”

As the gigantic crowd gathering around the fairgrounds sits in anticipation of the Games, the magic-wielding mentor of Grr Barker, heir to the Bone, chases after the daring Prince holding a Leash of Armor in his hand.

“Fear not, Squirrelin!” Grr Barker shouts back as he charges ahead, valiantly guiding his faithful steed Lambrei toward the jousting arena. “I shall have no need for such protection! Grr Sleepsalot may be a Bite of the Round Bowl, but he poses no challenge to the likes of me!”

The crowd, seeing the handsome Grr Barker ride out so daringly with no concern for his own protection, roars in support of their future King.

“ALL HAIL GRR BARKER!!!” The chant echoes across the land, reaching even the chipmunks who occupy the outskirts of Spamalot, the Kaynine’s Kingdom and Castle.

“’Tis a beautiful day for the games, no?” Grr Bitesalot says to his fellow Knights as he peers up into the bright, blue sky; anxiously awaiting the joust ahead.

“Aye, it surely is, “ barks Lady Playpenuivere, Grr Barker’s faithful betrothed. “I only hope he doesn’t hurt himself again,” the beautiful bitch adds. “The last time he jousted without a vest-piece, the Royal Vet had to attend to him for days. He worries me with such careless antics.”

“Bow-wow, fear not m’Lady,” Grr GoodGalihad says. “Barker always maintains his composure in the ‘Pens. He will come out without a scratch, I assure you.”

“I hope you are right, GoodGalihad,” the bitch says. “He so loves his theatrics. It pleases the common-folk, but I worry every time he sets paw in that arena. I pray to the Dogs that they bestow their blessings upon him. I know not what I would do if I were to made a widow.”

Interrupting the barkalogue, the Games’ trumpets are blasted, echoing across the entire Realm.

“KAYNINES!” The announcer barks, straddling a brown bear as he struggles to maintain his grip on its reigns, “LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!”

As the announcer manages to steer the brown bear away from the fields into the Cage for Commentators, Grr Barker and Grr Sleepsalot take their positions opposite each other on the long, green field.

“JOUST!!” The announcer woofs, aggressively waving his paw.

Both riding their favorite foxes, the two contestants charge at each other with bone-lances in hand. After several suspenseful seconds of fox-trotting, the two clash together as Grr Barker’s bone-lance strikes the heart of Grr Sleepsalot’s fluffy vest-piece, de-foxing him.

“HUZZAH!!!!” The crowd barks, drooling in excitement as they witness their Prince circle the Fields in victory.

“AWOOOOOO!!!!!!!” Grr Barker howls, holding his lance toward the sky in triumph.

“I told you!!” Grr GoodGalihad bow-wows to Lady Playpenuivere. “Ha! Let’s join the celebration, shall we?!” He adds, launching himself over the short, hallway-sized divider meant to keep the Kaynines from entering places they shouldn’t enter.

Beaming at her betrothed, the bitch bats her eyes several times before letting her indifferent gaze fade into a wide grin.

“Fine,” she reluctantly says through her smile. “Time to celebrate…again.” She adds with a playful eyeroll.

As the crowd celebrates their victor, a raspy voice stirs far to the East.

“Fffffffftttt.” The voice fits, observing the celebration from afar in digust. “These Kaynines’ days are numbered, mark my words. Mark them, as they unwittingly mark their territory which shall soon be MINE!!!”

To be continued…..

The Ward and the Bone: 1

The Beginning

Lo, verily, and behold.

It was the seventh hour of the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the seventh century of the seventh Age; the Bone Age. For so long had the Realm been ruled by the monsters of yesteryear. Those snide, cunningly demonic oppressors who could see through the night as if it were day…the Phelyons. Many millennia had passed since the Phelyons conquered the domain, and many millennia had passed since the realm experienced true peace.

That is, until the Kaynines came.

The Kaynines, a race which hailed from a previously unknown land, had introduced themselves to the Realm unexpectedly, having never been seen or heard of before. This new brand of noble, courageous warriors witnessed the death and despair the Realm was strangled by, fighting valiantly to overcome the Phelyons’ rule. For many decades the War of the Realm transpired, finally ending with the Kaynines emerging victorious. Peace, fortune, and love swept over the Realm upon their victory, echoing until this very day.

Until…this exact, very day.

Coping Mechanisms

How often do I lift my eyes, shake my head, sigh and realize that its all a pit of lows and occasional highs, an endless board that’s gamed by the wise. The ones who see it, so full of their lies, often sit back and laugh at the pitiful cries. The cries of the pure who don’t don the disguise, fooled by a dusk masked as delusional sunrise. The mask which covers a world we so strongly despise. We believe that the ship won’t inevitably capsize, and pretend not to grasp what our behavior implies; that despite our attempts to understand and surmise, we’re just animals that honestly, Earth should ostracize. No better than the beasts we pretentiously analyze, convincing ourselves that we’re so civilized despite the unparalleled evil we all authorize through the so-called society we’ve created which serves to patronize.

Yes, I suppose it is better to follow the rule, for if we woke up we’d all feel like a fool. Its easy to walk on the straight path to school, to do what they say like the oxen and mule, to keep the wheel turning as the Engine of Civilization uses us as its fuel. We go with the flow to avoid ridicule, distracted from truth by an empty, false jewel.

I question the things I’m told to believe. I refuse to be ignorant, fake, or naïve. I’m guided by reality, not by things we conceive; not money, not fame, not things that deceive. The Tunic of Truth is the clothing I weave; respect forms its fabric and love hems its sleeve. I have no concern for false things we perceive, instead I look forward at the goals I’ll achieve.

Silently sitting, stillness in scope, I gaze at this road with a semblance of hope. So many around see the slippery slope, and join the campaign, hold these reigns made of rope. This rope isn’t normal, it holds divine horoscope; it represents action to those who sit back and cope.

My Biography

Alone in darkness, thoughts embark, and though this page displays my mark, nameless I shall now remain as embers’ heat begin to wane.

Uncertainty is close behind, forever shrouding this dark mind. I fear I may have intertwined the light that shines so bright behind the madness in this room upstairs with other shapes; those unfit squares. These pieces, see, they don’t belong, yet when I try to right the wrong I’m greeted by the same old song who’s tune just drags me right along, its lyrics say to “just stay strong”.

This is my life, these things you read, I’ve told the world that I concede. I give my every waking breath to live without the fear of death and make each day the best I can, to help and heal my fellow man, to be the one who gives their life to try and pull the piercing knife that penetrates hearts of men, that dagger of our constant sin.

The judgement that so rules this land, I cast away, its purpose banned. All it serves, its only stand, is harm or hurt, please understand.

Every second, every day I chase a dream that’s far away but every single moment spent I’ve sacrificed for my ascent. Its all been planned, accounted for, and let me guess; by thirty-four I’ll look back as those toasts are poured for changing locks to open doors. These poems I write, they aren’t for me, they aren’t to show the world I’m free; they’re nothing more than thoughts and things I’d write in my own diary. There is one thing that’s different, see, between the world and folks like me; that every single thing we think is shared for all the world for free. Our thoughts and all our passions flow, just like the light through this window, and when the doubt begins to grow we cut them down, like throwing salt on frosted snow.

So many say they write in vain, but please allow me to explain that none who know the strife and strain will know until they feel grit or grain. I’m cheating on my healing; I want to stop the hurt that’s seeps through every vein and yet I can’t stop sleeping with my pain. Pain of memories lost, that now I know I’ll never gain, acts that now I must abstain, and things from which I force refrain.

Now’s the time to stock the ship as unknown warriors crack their whip. The time is now for fellowship, so load the gun and soothe the grip, and forge unlikely partnerships for once its out you can’t acquit. This room has now grown pale, moonlit, and all the thoughts that I transmit are meant to peel the fake from real, to call out what is counterfeit.

And as I end this plead and plea, I’ll pilfer from philosophy the bits and pieces I agree and cast away the false debris. The lesson that we all should see is that we’re of the same old tree whose branches bare uniqueness, yes, but become the same as we undress. While we’re different, nonetheless, there are qualities we all possess: the need to love, the need to feel, the need to shape our own ideal, these are things that we all need, a hunger which we need to feed. We’re all connected, its true you see, regardless of geography, no mind for color, biology, we all are here and share this tree. If one thing I can leave for me, the purpose for my reality, it’s to show the world community.

This, nothing more, is what I want in my biography.