2025.07.26

Oh yes, I agree with you there, most assuredly,

Such a blubbery and classy meal a billionaire is,

Moaning whales of the flowing capital markets.

How many families can eat their massive bloat,

And how many homes illuminated from their oils,

How many bodies snuggled tuft in tanner coats,

How many tools forged from their dried bones?

And so delicious too, nothing as good,

They’ve eaten finely across the world,

And their meat is flavourful rich from it.

And lo, look beyond us there,

I see a splash on the horizon!

To our boats wrapped in skin,

Skeletons of the last to come!

Delicious, hmm, wonderful!

Such a blessing will they be,

To our starving community,

A hoarded trove of goods,

Once they’re hunted dead,

And floating upside down!

Quick, tether baleen chord to a cutbone harpoon,

And flush a tailbone water paddle to catch them!

Certainly such a full meal will sustain our future,

But, we all have to lug a bulbous body to ground,

To split carcass and celebrate sharing it around.

But, what a wasteful state we must be in,

To let such a blubbery feast float on by us.

2025.07.24

How many honest children,

How many weeping caregivers,

How many beaten providers,

How many queer and straight,

How many families and friends,

How many earthen cultivators,

How many uniquely gifted,

How many bodily disabled,

How many will do, how many?

How many living water pipes,

How many paved mover roads,

How many calm thinking parks,

How many schools of culture,

How many housing blocks,

How many busy marketplaces,

How many thriving businesses,

How many shared amenities,

How much will it cost, how much?

How much of our innocence,

How much of our wise morality,

How much of our honest love,

How much of our beautiful virtue,

How much of our inner humanity,

How much of our obvious truths,

How much of our intelligent ethics,

How much to overcome, how much?

And when there’s nothing left,

What then will we be, what?

How great will be the cost,

And will we still have a soul?

2025.07.22_SOFT HEARTS

I did not start writing to only wrestle against society's apathy,

With its trappings of desire, greed, power, cruelty and control,

For apathy is always at war, and thinks not about how it feels.

Instead, I set out to free myself and the soft hearts caught up in it,

Lost within the dark spaces of cynicism, manipulation and despair,

For apathy always wars hardest against them who feel connection.

Yet, it is the soft hearts that well pain deep within,

Cracking open in our moments of greatest despair,

Allowing an outpouring on a world yet to be reborn.

And it's when the soft hearts feel freed to love honestly, 

Will we find a way out of darkness to a promised world,

Overcoming the horrors we allowed ourselves become.

So rejoice with each other, this darkness too shall pass, 

For only love is everlasting, and overcomes all powers, 

And even a small ripple of it, can resound a world over.

So reveal your honest love, wide open and free,

And watch in wonder the world be transformed,

As it's the bridging language of everyday people.

For truly I say this, it is not wealth, power, control, nor even intelligence,

But simple honest love that is the most revolutionary force ever known.

And all others revolve interconnected within it, moving along trajectory,

Yet, the moment this truth is doubted, is also when apathy seizes reign.

But let the soft hearts open,

Let honest love be a guide,

To restore our connections,

And live well with this world.