Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem

Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”

Soul and Pain, a poem

Soul and Pain. Here we are again, A dying planet and a line of willful morons Humping their hands while complaining about the better sex. No game, and they won’t shut up about it. Our so called leaders are afraid to lead Because they might not be leaders anymore if they do. Complacency is saferContinue reading “Soul and Pain, a poem”

Soul and Pain, a poem

Soul and Pain. Here we are again, A dying planet and a line of willful morons Humping their hands while complaining about the better sex. No game, and they won’t shut up about it. Our so called leaders are afraid to lead Because they might not be leaders anymore if they do. Complacency is saferContinue reading “Soul and Pain, a poem”

DSA at the CPUC to Nationalize PG and E

http://www.capradio.org/articles/2019/01/31/photos-california-utility-regulators-hear-public-protest-over-pge/ Recently, myself and other comrades from the Democratic Socialists of America spoke at the Utilities Commission’s public meeting to demand justice for the lives ended by PG&E’s negligence. We also made it clear that a PG&E would be a slap in the face by all those who have died or lost their homes toContinue reading “DSA at the CPUC to Nationalize PG and E”

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)”

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)”

My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win

Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”

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”

March 1, 2017

Fool said, “I am fool.” Another said, “I am not!” They were the true fool.

O Captain My Captain 2 : NOT MY CAPTAIN!

O Mutiny! Our Mutiny! Our fearful trip begun. The ship of state may sink, we must save all we have won. The port is far, but the people still stalling, While following lies and Satan’s deal, our hell grim but people calling; But o heart! Heart! Heart! O! The bleeding piss yellow head, Where onContinue reading “O Captain My Captain 2 : NOT MY CAPTAIN!”

January 23, 2017 – IV

“But peace, and love, and…” Be quiet. Love can be tough. Don’t cry for Nazis.

January 23, 2017 – III

Play punch the Nazi. It is ever so much fun, watch the fucker squirm. >:-)