2025.08.06

For how much I've taken, how much was first gifted to me,

For how much I've given, how much more has been returned,

And for how much came back, how grateful am I to feel alive?

So much mercy have I received, this life must truly love me.

2025.08.04_DEMOCRACY

As I feel I must, I always need warn you, I am no academic, historian or particularly intelligent individual,

So read into what I’m saying as linguistic drivel for this day, not some ingrained thinking to wrestle with.

Some talk of systems as though they're eternal, and can be organized in such a way to never change,

This I do not believe, we move from system to system as they degrade, reforming for the light of day.

Democracy to me, is not about obsessing tedious historical systems of political representation,

As no matter what system we put in place, corruption and stagnation will eventually take hold.

Instead, it’s available tools and ability of everyday people to find commonality with each other,

And in so doing, push upon hardened systems of divisive power to represent their shared goals.

It is not a lawful system of indifferent representation by glitzy celebrities and agents of greed,

This is its form emerging from feudalism and capital’s counting constraint - but it can be more.

It can expand into workplace organization, be more proportionally arranged, and participatory.

To me, it is the conscious glue of everyday people, the conversations uniting beyond divisions,

Allowing them acknowledge how ruling classes have distorted their common lived experience,

Opening opportunity to coordinate shared will into mass action around relational intersection,

To thrust upon the system changes which reflect a broad awareness of greater humane good.

But within a people’s democracy, without these shared conversations occurring at ground level,

The system will only exist as a historical precedent, edging into authoritarianism and dictatorship.

Democracy to me, is not a system, though its thinking upon the system changes the governance form,

And it is not eternal, and can never be systemized, because it is a moment between different systems,

It occurs in crisis, when everyday people talk to each other, understanding similarities and differences,

And from chatter, resound a pattern to construct a world where they may live equally in common love.

It is the anarchy of a failing system into a new governance form.

A blending of social thoughts about a body's experience into an ever coalescing conversational tone,

And the representative bodies channeling thoughts into images of a people's organizing movement.

But a thought without a contained body, only swirls in darkness,

And a body devoid of a churning mind, is a spark idle unmoved.

But anarchy and democracy have always stood close side by side,

And they are as love feels, filling our emptiness with solidarity for all,

And also as love fades, a shared sentiment that need be renewed.

For we forget love, to remember its feeling,

And by doing so, continue to move forward,

Raying as afterglow, holding light for a time,

Fading in darkness, so brilliance breaks forth.

2025.08.02

Oh yes, a shrewing political weasel, corrupting in bribes,

Lost within lies, and obviously awkwardly unlikable too,

Is a sight so untrue, a tone without any musical flavour.

Wandering with half a brain pouring out three ways,

Most flowing to wash flush the dark money interests,

A quick hand appeasing rage of a perverted dicktator,

And a smidgeon, if that, to the poor peoples suffering.

I do wonder why we allow this disease to eat up our soul,

These men with no goals but to sit on oversized thrones,

To stand gazing in mirrors and pretend they see all sides,

Placed fast by a fearful hand of desperate greedy demise.

But a revolution is nearing, the castle walls need beating,

To open a rich keep’s vaults for the impoverished people.

I see no estate lords here, no kings ordained, no holy popes, no all-seeing gods, and no hands of greed!

No landlord moguls, no monarchal oligarchs, no creepy techexecs, no AI gods, and no shadow bankers.

Just the peoples will, so you’d better find your place on earth,

And remember that servants walk the temples of democracy.

And a servant is always disposable, but how they serve and unto who,

Well, that can be the peoples reward given as lifelong commendable,

Offering legacy written into humanities course as shared moral code.

This assuming they are not remembered in revulsion as pure evil,

Or forgotten as another empty mouth with hands full of gilded coin,

Unable to comprehend the peoples decent truth, morals and ethics.

But, do you really have no one else to stand this test, oh speedy greed?

Is there no one you can put before us uncorrupted by your selfishness,

Without photos wandering by sickos and freaks of a gilded aristocracy,

Making shadowy backroom deals to silence free voices of democracy?

And must your exhausting and urgent need be placed above all people,

While they suffocate beneath your tremendous bloating of stolen riches?

How many more nations must you pillage,

How many more peoples must you devour,

How many more environments will you rape?

Oh greed, oh greed, your cruel and needy games cannot last,

For your selfish speed is the failure upon which your dice cast.

Yet, the people know the truth now of your hoovering disgust,

And it is so obvious how you’ve deteriorated their simple lives,

But they have weathered its storm to stand on moral ground,

And they will make you find your way into better social ethics.

Oh greed, you can barely hold your glorious capitals anymore,

With your towered market pinnacles in sky of crude classy lines,

And their rows of speed monied ticks quantifying the value of life.

For even now, in your shadow city, a saintly servant haunts your stolen hordes,

Wooing people with simple mandates of basic humanity and common respect.

Oh greed, how easy you are to overturn once you’re spotted,

For you are obviously patterned in directionless paced action,

Which eventually receives a robust reaction to correct course,

When people begin communicating faster than manipulation,

Finding honest love for each other to help spread word around,

Letting truths stomp by boots and slow by workplace shutdown.

Oh greed, oh greed, have you looked into death’s eyes lately?

For it stares at you, as the people unite in their common light.