Catholics

Baptists

Mormons

Jews

Muslims

Seventh Day Adventists

Hindus

and on, and on, and on…

Religions of religion all proclaiming they follow a god, gods, God, God’s

All hating

All.

Each and every one harboring bad intentions while saying they love…

Is this true?

Could it be true?

All those and these religions hate?

(silence)

the answer of course is no.

Religions do not hate, they can’t and never do

it is

humans…

Humans hate what they can’t love.

Wearing the skin tight, wrapped around the bones of milk and honey

Supple, smooth, sensual…

or

in anger?

Armor?

In the cold reality… Reality, such an overused word to describe in words the naked facts of life.

It is comforting to wear the garb, the thread woven as a story older than the reality, the womb itself, this never old word called, Life.

Hold your hands high dear reader, for in them grasps a fact, an action; emotions no one can control, not even your own mind…

And twirl!

Dance!

Laugh!

Join in Gods humor

Feel the kiss of the Wind

In this, the outside of your moment of relief will spill to the inside.

what would it speak of?

Maybe it would tell of the season, of how early on there was hope as the snow melted and sun warmed the branch filled with buds

or of how some many birds gossiped and sang every day and night while joined by the singing of bugs

i wonder though, as the green soft skin toughened in drought and heat, leading to age of Fall, would a leaf have much to say or would it feel complete and whole or left with regret?

and when falling would a leaf say, “Look at how i can fly!” Telling the other leafs to join them?

of course leafs cannot talk, they cannot sing, laugh, cry, or even get angry

even though they do…

in

my

mind.

this the part of defining title

*

There is much to be say, once the books last cover closes

*

above, so far above the last flickering star the farthest out

*

a cough, then a laugh

it is then a storu’i

gains wings lifted by song

such a sigh.

Who stood them tall, as soldiers standing at attention?

Who knocked them with a whim; as with prediction they tumble in perfection?

A planet, dancing

Moments unfolding as if they too, stood tall only to fall

Stars shooting like sparks

Titans battle

Already a moon shattered

…

Hello.

How are you doing.

Leave the domino’s lay where they stand and fall

Dance. Dance with happiness.

Watch the stars.

Seek peace as with titans there is never a rusted sword

pull the pieces of the moon from my frozen heart, where i watch

from the shadows

and remember the softness of a simple smile.

Topics of such strong domination of senses. Politics. Economics. Health. Sex. Power. Weakness. Geo news. An endless list of topics which the person reading, listening, debating, feeling about; this they allow, and now…

Ask old people about how they view social media and the deluge of instant information. Most will laugh and shake their head. Ask young people and you might get fucked, shot, laughed at, agreed with, or some really strange yet strong domination of their views on whatever it’s their flavor-of-the-second…

Ask me about the current self-woke, herd mentality of a species feeling ‘connected’. In some ways, it is good… and, it is bad…

Knowledge is useful and needed. Understanding knowledge gained, especially through experience is very useful and needed. Trying to understand knowledge without experience or meaningful perspective is bad in the least and dangerous at the most.

But enough of my obvious disdain of a spoiled, self-entitled, gullible, and naive species…

***

Feel It

The window on the truck is open, smoke laden air from fires burning near and afar teasing the senses.

Hand out, and flying the road

There, a family of quail, a family of chukar, a herd of dear

Dust and smoke

Ash

Warm air

A day of work done with perspiration drying

Bit of pay in the pocket

Dinner is waiting, and dogs. Oh yes, the dogs are a joy as too the joy of taking off the boots, washing the hands, eating some tiny tomatoes, hearing about her day

And now it is over, this day is recorded, logged, and put away.

Sleep now awaits, but first a shower with hot steamy water, brushing the teeth, taking a shit

and feeling the joy of Dreams.

Written by a BLM member.

I am black, a slave to white oppression

The white race enslaved my traditions, language, my body, but never my mind

The white society of America has hidden behind its privilege

Law tendered towards white protection has caused my brothers and sisters to grasp the bars of prison.

We are owed a place, a country, a voice to be what we are…

We are black, we are not racist, only the pigs, the police, the white race

are racist…

Burn it down if needed

Shout and demand the white race surrender to us

We are, black, and you will… hear us.

(ironic protest if written by a black person and deemed racist if written by a white person. Who can tell the true color of my skin? Definitely no human on this planet could ever come close, especially if they met me in a dream)

i

am

yesh, yeay, yah, or in otherwords…yugs.

don’t know where it comes from the end

canna ya see it, i mean really seei

inside?

A man talked to me regarding how President Trump is following Hitlers playbook. Interesting as all men and women of power are now thought as following Hitlers playbook if one views the actions as such.

Obama. Reagan. Erdagon. Jinping… an endless list of those who the people admire or despise.

What playbook did Hitler follow?

And just what is a ‘playbook’?

Actions are what are followed. Powerful actions of whatever it is one wants to use.

Jesus used peace and personal example. Hitler used a country for his personal agenda of power ascension.

What playbook do you use? Do you yell, “Fuck the police!” and then call others racist or following Hitlers playbook?

Do you help charities with lots of charm and treasure while fucking children?

Shoplift? Facelift? Politically neutral? Introvert? Extrovert? Intelligent? Mentally impaired? Patriotic?

It all really does not matter as the only, and by only; the only thing that matters is you are human. Nothing more, nothing less. You follow the playbook of life. Your life, and your life impacted by the lives and reality of everything else on this planet.

If you do ‘good’, so what? You will die. If you do ‘bad’, so what? You will die.

You are dead and you don’t even know it yet.

I say, fuck this planet and every other one in this dimension. And by fuck, it is not sexual but violence of chaos and in such chaos, the order of continuity. So, following a very old playbook, a little piece of rock hitting your moon is in order. Enjoy the show humans. Just a taste of what is.

The West is on fire, but this is no surprise as the World is always on fire.

Anger.

Foolishness.

Ignorance.

Ice cold existence keeps the fires at bay.

Frozen thoughts.

Frigid actions.

A cube of solid reality no fire on earth could ever melt away.