The digital divide is a divisive devil Erecting electronic edifices Severing sacred spaces Intended for intimate inhabitation Subjugating and suffocating Candid considerate connections Exsanguinating emotional efforts Ridiculously replacing rapport With mindless meaningless memes and Endless eager empty emojis Segregated strangers staring submissively Into inexorable insipidness instead of Havens of humble human hearts
I loved myself plenty I spent so much energy on him there was none left for me But the echos of my knowing The spark that was always the heart of who I am Could not be extinguished No matter how hard he tried And he raged against My defiance to submission and subjugation And when I could endure no more I was done I breathed my flame back to life And I am once again its keeper Ensuring it is fed and protected in any storm I will not be dimmed or diminished again
I am lucky to have cultivated a lush garden of beautiful, meaningful friendships throughout my life. I am luckier, still, to be planted in the deep soil of my friends’ gardens where they shower me in love, and light, and their amazing company. To exist in a well tended garden cultivates a gratitude so profound it can only erupt from me in joyful colors painted with hugs, laughter, and happy tears like sacred rain upon parched earth.
Aspire to write a banned book Describe the human condition So thoroughly So honestly Others find if vulgar Tell a story so devastatingly true The pearl-clutchers swoon from their shock Real life Real experience Is not sanitary It is not "golly gee!" and "oh, my!" Real stories Real living Is dirt covered Blood stained Disturbing Realness is a dystopia covered in expletives and epithets Characters spitting fiery words like "FUCK!" "SHIT!" And "You God-damned, MOTHER FUCKER!" While thumbing their noses and erecting middle fingers In real stories the hero's journey is never facile It's not sanitized or resolved in three acts In real stories antagonists are Insidious Oppressive Outrageously powerful The game is rigged Injustice systemic The ruling class held aloft and apart Tucked safely into their delusion of their goodness and security Benefiting remorselessly from the oppression they enable In contrast the rest of society scraps and scrapes Dreaming of freedom unattainable Reveling in whatever joys afforded them Praying that they can meet the next hardship Survive the next day Provide a better future for their progeny I implore you to write a story that reflects hope in survival Pen a tale that may not have a happy ending Hold a mirror up to the world in which we live Let those who would look away See their villainy reflected back at them And let those who are not seen Be held glorious in the spotlight Because their existence matters I hope you write a disruptive book An honest book A book full of the truths of living in an unbalanced world I hope you see it move from the bestseller feature table To the dusty banned books shelf Then you will know you understood the assignment
My significant other Is more other than significant now I wish I felt better about this fact I do not miss the now of him I’m still in love with the then of him When love knocks you can never know The beauty or horror in its entourage You believe love can conquer all And learn that love is often not enough My significant other left A significant mark on me That is hardly insignificant
Listening to a physicist waxing poetic In a live stream about theoretical physics, quantum mechanics, Philosophy, US politics, Mandela Effects, and more As he stands in front of the Large Hadron Collider While I drink a perfect cup of coffee and start my Tuesday My soul and my brain are extraordinarily happy
The great social experiment The revolutionary idea That we, the People, could form A more perfect Union Failed to uphold justice Protect domestic tranquility Provide for the common defense Abandoned the general welfare Incinerated the Blessings of Liberty For ourselves and our Posterity Two hundred and forty-eight years Was a good run, I suppose The hope to be governed by the people For the people For every eligible voice To enjoy the opportunity to be heard Was willfully eclipsed by the shadow of Kakistocratic - Technocratic - Plutocratic - White supremacist - Christian nationalist - Fascism Have we answered the question Whether societies of men Are really capable or not, Of establishing good government From reflection and choice Or have we proved They are destined to depend, For their political constitutions, On accident and force Or, dare I add, willful ignorance And deliberate, egotistical self-absorbance The fifty stars and thirteen stripes hang upside down In the hearts of the concerned citizenry While chaos, fear and greed reign unchecked Over the land that was never to have a sovereign With days cacophonous and nights despairingly bleak There is light from the resistance Those who risk to speak To share To shine light Onto the truth of the grift of the century Those who take serious their vow to uphold the Constitution Those who believe we hold these truths to be self-evident That all PEOPLE are created equal That they are endowed with certain unalienable Rights That among these are Life, Liberty, And the pursuit of Happiness Those people who do what they are able To take a stand however they can Because they hold fast to the American Dream And the dream of a better America Oh say does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave Where we yearn to be free And we're tired of being brave