I wish I were a writer Who could keep notes Organize And present argument longer than a line But lo! I am a sponge Who absorbs the moisture of information Then rings himself out into the bucket Of the common mind But where do I wipe The fringes from where come discovery? I’m just so … Continue reading Wagging Tongue →

Neuroscience failsWhen it failsTo understand the failuresOf psychological operationsOn the social psyche One cannot justifyStaying the courseWhen it leads the whole worldOver the edge Is there no such thingIn the places of powerAs the powerOf being honest? Or perhapsNo ethicsIn scientific method? Hidden forever from true discovery…

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It is my opinion Knowing that I can be wrong Here for discussion A mass psychosis event Or otherwise know as stories A belief in the mirror of reality How do I love? Everyone being a victim And perpetrator For all are deceived Old parables are smart I lay no claim to knowing the foundations … Continue reading A poem for my family →

An open bookOr victimIt is the oppressionOne reasons with themselvesTo allow done to another No one can truly understand youThis I knowNot knowing myselfNo cause I could carryCould carry you justly People are significantThat’s my world viewEvery moment one to giveIt’s unjust; our fearUsed to terrorizeIn action IYour passionate victimAddicted to beautyBeseech wisdom(Beyond any mans … Continue reading 2nd Print →

Now I seeCensorshipMind controlThought policing I can never go backOwnedAnd containedI want to go back I verify their belief in liesSpeaking truthI create themA tool for domination “It just me against the world”Born to loseIn a rigged gameBleeding for hope…Alone

Crunch! The snowshoes pushed down the frozen layers of snow A traveler marching through an open yard within the forest Towards the humble home Knock knock knock The door opens, standing in the warm threshold of the hearth lit home, an elder man “Hi, long time no see” Hello, said the traveler, I’ve come to … Continue reading Dumb Little Tradition (no edits, super rough draft, it’s pretty bad yall) →

Let go of the stone in your handA master won’t hold onFor no grasshopper can takeWhat isn’t thereChirp the melodyOf what, of what, you seekThe night is filled with the soundOf dreams

Do we dance together?Sing together? Is that not cool?Or is it soft? Have you ever seen unity?It is a celebration!

Why is no one manufacturing a traditional vaccine for the —————? (I don’t know much, I don’t know that either, do you?)