Wasted Time, a poem

Wasted Time So do we fall sweetly against the brittle gunk and waste the very minutes of a peaceful ending. So it was written, and spoken, and so shall it be written down again. Many sit, wait, and wonder when.

Sonnet 18 Revisited, a poem

A remix/sequel to Shakespeare’s classic.

Why Socialism? Because We’re All Going To Die!

The Earth cannot sustain an inherently unsustainable economic system. Our only option is socialism.

Cruel Reality, a poem for our times

Cruel Reality A classic song screams out through my radio, “We won’t get fooled again!” Unless we don’t pay attention in history class, Or worse, when we don’t bother to ask any questions. Yet soft, Do not let your words enable “deconstruction.” Fight on weirdos, fight on freaks, Fight on. Stanza 2, the part whereContinue reading “Cruel Reality, a poem for our times”

A Step Over Me, a socialist poem about the unhoused

How else will you get into the coffee shop?
You’ll have to step over me.
A lump or a mound of garbage,
To you that is what I appear to be.

The Professional Protester | Episode 43 | Police hold Cop Expo on Six Month Anniversary of Stephon Clark’s Murder, BLM demands accountability

On September 18, 2018 the police in Sacramento hosted a statewide Cop Expo. When Sacramento Sheriff Scott Jones learned that Black Lives Matter would be picketing their event, he encouraged white supremacist counter protesters to come out, putting the lives of Black Lives Matter organizers and supporters at risk. Organizers and supporters of BLM tookContinue reading “The Professional Protester | Episode 43 | Police hold Cop Expo on Six Month Anniversary of Stephon Clark’s Murder, BLM demands accountability”

Rebels Lead The March of History (a poem)

Rebels Lead The March of History! Do not forget, It was the rebels who brought forth our days! And do not forget, the people who learned, But got little praise. Stupid is a condition, Ignorance a choice, So stop the idiotic voice. So cheers to the rebels, Who died for our better days! And peaceContinue reading “Rebels Lead The March of History (a poem)”

Perfection is a waste of time (a poem)

Perfection Is A Waste of Time You can’t go to hell if you are already there, And perfection is the death of art. The pursuit of perfection, Is the birth of mediocrity. Mediocrity can be no one’s muse. But perfection is tedium, Soulless and tedious. These words to the wordsmith, are trivial repetitive garbage. SoulContinue reading “Perfection is a waste of time (a poem)”

Self Care (a poem)

Self Care Self care, Not selfish. It is not self care to not care. Self care, Not escapism. It is not self care to ignore it. Self care, Another radical term, Coopted by soccer-moms and aging Deadheads. Self care, Not an excuse. It is not self care, It is in no way care, To letContinue reading “Self Care (a poem)”

Millennial Paradise

Well here we are again. Another day in millennial paradise thriving under capitalist isolation and mental illness. I now need writing work more than ever. Thanks to my recent car wreck I need new glasses, a new laptop, and yes a new car, all of which costs a lot money. You remember that stuff right,Continue reading “Millennial Paradise”

Breaking: NYC Trump Tower Catches Fire, 5 injured

The 50th floor of Trump Tower broke out in flames today. Reports and videos from the NYFD and CBS News show the blaze erupting and debris falling to the street. The fire has been contained, though 1 person has been reported seriously injured and 4 firefighters suffered minor injuries. Trump took the moment to praiseContinue reading “Breaking: NYC Trump Tower Catches Fire, 5 injured”

Rambling About Depression in the Dark

I sit here writing this in the dark because it’s 5am and my ceiling’s light bulb just burnt out. The darkness is fitting though. It is fitting to write about one’s depression in the dark. Mental illness is a funny thing, the slightest thing can trigger the worst of episodes. What is even worse isContinue reading “Rambling About Depression in the Dark”