There is not a problem with cancel culture, in fact, it is exposing the fundamental errors of our entertainment based society. The artists and renowned leaders who are being “cancelled” were operating in error from the second they signed a contract. By aligning and obliging oneself to an institution, all freedom of expression and individuality has been forfeited. The moment you can no longer say anything you want is when you’ve cancelled yourself. Private entities consisting of unempathetic board members, power mad executives, and the performance artist CEO are guided by financial incentives, and if such motivations are infringed upon you will be null and voided. It is not the whining voices in the crowd but the social media platforms and corporations that hear one demographic and silence and exile another.
Category: Poems
Absentia
I’m disappearing and getting out
Going to do all the things I’ve spoken about.
I do not want to be reached nor wish to be found.
Did they listen and understand me while I was around?
Deep down you knew this day would arrive,
Where I spread my wings and seek my tribe.
A place where I can climb as tall as the trees,
And finally free to be the me that I see.
Sandbox
Her stunning appearance gravitates everyone around.
Curves like living proof of no straight lines—
the Earth is round.
Untarnished hair flowing to the base of the spine.
Our eyes locking like lips; if we be alone I’d waste no time.
Pulling you close, I’ll show you the most.
Passion increasing—tongue down throat.
Taste your soul, feel your heart, curl your toes.
Close the blinds and keep it down so no one knows.
In this sandbox I can’t keep my hands off.
Sights & senses so pleasing to me
touched by another I feel jealousy.
Lips so ripe it only feels right,
to drink you in and make love all night.
Spirits of Air
First there were Crows
to mend my woes.
Then there were Doves,
sent from above to fill me with love.
Then the Hawk with whom my spirit did soar.
With tongue in Leo hear me roar.
Dreams so vivid hath spot an Owl.
to seek Truth my heart did avow.
The Mourning Star
A fallen star
But from afar
Who are you? Who are we—
But cast from infinity?
Why fight
When from the light?
What is what in the dark,
All emanated from spark.
You and I can reconcile,
But consider the start.
All is one, one is all
Adam and Eve
Set the Fall.
Sophia of the World
Knowledge is a true blessing,
For knowledge is given.
From the omniscious energy
Full of All that there is and is to become.
Knowledge cannot be personally attained.
Having common sense is not merely enough;
One must be lacking, yearning, seeking for completeness.
A young man may dwell on memories of better days,
Or contemplate on all there is and receive
an idea, transformed to action—Will.
A mouse may seek out his own food,
or he may realize he is being fed.
The Center is All
Between this reality and the ones in minds eye, of which do I reside?
In the center of it all, is the All.
Chaos, harmony, ugliness and beauty.
Sirens, guns blaring, and wise words from Djehuti.
The police helicopter circles and the Dove sings overhead—
Serenity amidst disruption.
A boulder in a rushing river.
Life is motion, then it is stillness.
Roots
I am a tree.
Like hands, my branches reach toward heaven.
My trunk is my body.
The roots extend as much below as above.
Although you cannot see them,
It is the deepest part of my being hidden.
I am brought to life from confined abysmal darkness.
— And nourished through boundless divine light.
Man Left Unattended
When man is left to his own devices,
He is temperamental. He is cultured, deep.
He is okay with his appearance, in all forms,
He lacks nothing, for he has nothing.
Descent
Taking his time down the steep dark descent,
He only found her by way of scent.
“Where are you?” Said he, reaching but not finding.
“There is another world up there only found by climbing!”
“Shhh!” She sang, gaze affixed to shadow image on the wall.
A hopeless heartache—if only they knew a fraction of it All.
