Cancel Culture
If cancel culture was meant to better society; it sort of failed.
That dreaded word: cancel.
What does it mean if culture's not the one canceling you? You can rig the perception of popular opinion easily through internet manipulation'
But a big-money corporation, who may lobby the government--acting to silence free speech?
There should be more of an effort to prove a conspiracy is false than to cancel the person who brought up the theory...I dont care if anyone agrees with me. You still should be able to platform your voice without being ignored or silenced by bots or mass media internet algorithms or fake accounts. You can't hide people from each other because the truth will rise whether or not everyone can communicate open and free in a free and just fair system
and if its a lie, it would be more obvious. But if no one can talk about or discuss anything it makes our culture ignorant and ill-informed.
The dumbing down of the average american citizen is what cancel culture has done. Anyone who counters a narrative that isn't set by the major News Networks. I think there are three major News Media corporations ABC who run propaganda and try to sway the collective. People have stopped watching television. People are turning to laptops and drama citcoms because the propaganda is so evil in the US.
No one is listening or has time to be lied to anymore. And honestly, with cancel culture its like bobble-heads on tv just tell people what they should think. Its completely fake. The media doesnt reflect the mainstream. Its more like a narrow-stream of propaganda and the mainstream are suffering, we're unheard, we dont have faith in elections because one is contesting and there isn't a lot of proof that Biden won the election.
Even though Donald Trump is nasty, I think Biden was a sham. And now they are ushering in Martial Law which is exactly what I told my liberal friends what would happen if he got in. I still dont think he had all the votes. He may have had dark money and corporations shelling votes. And money talks, but money doesnt fund an illegal campaign thats just worthless monopoly money, colored bills for a sham. And my life has gotten so much worse since Biden became President.
People are so mean since his administration took over. No one trusts you. People mandate masks in some places and stare at you in others. Police brutality, racism is all getting worse. You would think Biden likes it this way. This is what Trump wanted--this is the divided America he wants so he can take over in 2024. I see no way around it. Anyone with that much of an ego would have had better ideas than to make claims about the election being stolen but fail to prove it.
A Graceful Morning
echos off in the distance
the song of who I coulda been
coulda done
blood soaking with sin
parasites
I close my eyes
and the demon disappears
the wall is an eggshell offwhite
I have three lamps on at night
my notebook says Brave
my mom was shouting be brave
dad says to behave
Sometimes I cant tune things out
the ringing stops
autumn rain like a Goddess crying
Angel tears on a broken dawn
morning, mourning, boring broken.
the way to a mountain full of words unspoken
sometimes I was tortured by an imagined future
I realize now that I am crying
Autumn tears on a broken morning
rushing to the peak of elevation
all that ignored chaos of creation
Retracing the future to save our American life
Rushing to the golden clouds
thunder like the whip, like the knife
Finding nothing beautiful but the sound
of what they say beneath the ground.
September Falls
It was always that next hit, that next thrill, that kept me going. Sure, I’d give it all for fifteen minutes of pure bliss. But how far would I go to leave it all behind? Did I have to lose my mind? Did I have to regret the things I would find?
How many bodies had penetrated the most sacred, holy, part of me? I ask myself that as I left the starlet nights in ragged clothes, and a rigid jaw full of scars, memories, full of conflicts with the law. With permanent conditions and no one that saw.
I sit and look across town, everyone’s just milling about looking for something to do. Summer was hot, a forgotten ink blot, a failed IQ. But I tried to hold on, between the inhaling exhaling fuses and secret meetings at Exxon...and you.
I tried to hang tight, between failed operations—stolen bottles off the store shelf—absent being anybody better than anyone else—absent the tickets, no easy pass through on the highway between this side and that side of you, of all I thought I had known, of a plane that I couldn’t get on because my destiny was outgrown, as I stood before them all, the wall, in a blue hospital gown—as the moon looked on frowning abusively.
I was secretly drowning in the ignorance of all that I could not achieve was deceived by supposed to be—and so came another dead-end opportunity he hands me bags full of crack, then I hand him the key—to my life—to the knife—in my back before the world goes black I move to step three have a heart attack and square one…repeat…staring at the barrel of a gun....
Did they see me, am almost frail fallible fail of a woman---did they know I was there, the black vans parked across the street was I being stared down, I was
watched wasn’t I discreet? Did anyone dare when I could not sleep at night? How
does one ever get right? I loved not having an appetite—my bones stuck out, I
feel great—full of aches, mistakes, and hate…hated, jaded…feeling like I'm too
late.
The silent, panicked, cravings. The defeat, impaired judgement,
the misery. The terrible pain of a silent storm in my brain—misbehaving, an embrace, a numbed chord, a dysphoric chorus—a bright wide, white-toothed
smiled. Pure and white, clear as dawn—like my denial. The needles entering my
veins, the bloodstream that creepy love sustains…heartaches and broken
dreams…bullet holes, trailer parks with doors without screens and unknown forgotten screams. I cried as they carried his body away.
I wanted to float away. Just like he did that beautiful spring
day...
I wanted to fly like a hidden
dagger into all the light played --- all the body betrayed—to march against the tide in a rose parade...all the people are the church were serenaded—I followed the black preacher, he said come here I am your teacher—and I saw them all…you
see—these here took the fall before you—would love to be where you are, just one more chance to save your soul- crack is mind control…. Satan’s evil agents….it
will take you, break you whole. It was so dark in the room under God’s holy temple underground--I found a window and it opened and I climbed out onto the sidewalk.
Where is it? Where did he hide the shit it cant be found. I hope that
I will be found when I am under the - moon
Just. One. More. Stupid. Hit. Just another excuse another //s-t-i-t-c-h//
Stupid stupid Piece of shit you stupid
bitch
She’s got an arm full
of plastic he’s a bullet in my brain, the killer takes aim—Im on the run again,
round and round I go---insane insane
little schizo…insane crazy show…how to be
crazy in a crazy world—Girl on reality-
tv-doing blow…I know I know this horrid play this pyramid scheme this twisted impossible scheme! Cold/Calculating chaos Like the snow, like the snow that
fell---a million snowflakes damning me to hell. Like my name:
Maybe this story ends where it starts—the day I lost control,
the day I fell apart.
Standing before the gates of hell----crying----
in the rain---between worlds places you'll never find
never see never go
Disillusioned in September---cursed by all the things I don’t
know yet- and some will never-
When will it ever
the train-wrecks and heart-attacks turn into nightmares… am I dying? maybe Im insane
so...am I dead yet? no...
He just stares and stares and stares right through my eyes his are black as night and I sleep with a knife because I’m afraid of the night. I promise I will continue to fight…
I’m still here while he continues to drive through this
storm---hoping to find a place to hide that’s warm. I feel a chill, so I take a happy pill and put on some extra clothes. I am well today I suppose…like a white rose,when I was a little girl, I used to wake up early to see the drops of dew over
the flowers after a spring rain…unlike you I transformed my pain into an entire universe. I see him looking down from above full of radiant rays of the rainbow
of love and the life I wanted once—I have a million flowers for
the ones I wanted to save, but they overdosed on broken jagged pills and dumb fantasies
for thrills and wasted iou letters I loved you too…I love you so much
will not allow the pain to overtake me, I will not become so comfortably numb.
Unlike you I am me again. I am clean again. Hows that for being a human? How is that for mean? The rain that made me remember everything...from the fact that God is black and so is his son. To the fact that I love staring at the Sun, to the sad crack-habit that I had, and then overcame and won--
wished I had never tried that stuff because the moment you sacrifice something you love for something you hate you end up ripped into a million parasites—its a torture you dont want to create--like a mysterious virus—like a terrible lie- actions have consequences you don’t need to die for another fake prescription, or false alibi just hold on to the one truth--my best advice—you were destined to conquer this, you are destined rise.
Green
She was a choir of white angels consumed
A sparkling faithless dream
she played the piano, and her story is a secret
he was writing numbers
was sailing across the sea
Another time, an alternative history
They stared into the archetype
A glaring messenger, a memory forsaken
She sat on the roof in the mountains
Beside her lover who was a musician
She lost her mind
I fell asleep listening to Elliot
And praying the madness away
I demanded the truth answer
I sometimes thought I created her
Because of how she dreamed on
television of the world's
silent cancer
I recall when I stood in the falling rain
We were in the city, a bad weather nation
on the brink of the end, I dreamed of running
through fields the Goddess, Cleo
who rules over poisoned ivy dreams
I woke up from a coma on valentine's day
and sang hello between the bars
the ocean's tears shined violently
through my brother's eyes in a broken mirror
a weeping guitar; a singing song
I made love to a concubine red star
I thought of Bush, the band, who lied
I thought of the man
some guy named Jim
was my father even him?
As the waves of euphoria crashed
as I committed to my suicide
against the wall of justice
and they wanted me to forget the past
and I refused to become somehow
the same; categorically insane name
I would save the world again
be a hero to man kind again
but God was sowing a symphony in the sky
too busy to notice as I took flight
and he was going blind
for all the beauty he had seen
and I was a spoiled brat
and I felt the world become clean
I wished I wasnt so obscene.
I wished to be like her, I wished
to be mean, a perfect machine
I wished to be Green.
Roads
hidden with the evil-that occult creation
under the forgotten oak leaves of autumn
in a world's past that's been broken
by words left in riddles, washed away
she kept her lips locked tight
as they nursed her with poisoned melodies
in her mind, the voices started singing
to override the machine; I must be dreaming.
They were just sinners; for the love of adventure
my heart was captured; and rendered
to the bentonite dreams of an anarchist
for the actors in this terrible show
the apocalypse that I forgot; that I was only
a pacifist--to the false memory that justified
this decade of orphaned justice.
Televised lies about a war fought and won
a forced submission; a cruel bondage
the science that was my unholy escape
a hopeful second coming of the only son
those impossible theories of freedom
conventional diagrams; their vindicator
imaginations, so incredibly divine.
in this white-washed town; your always drowning
watch the stars as they sparkle and shoot across the sky
The dawn is golden, our truth is an endless untold story
the broken prophets and visions of a 21st century
who had heard a dream's harping call
trace our footprints in the sands of time...
following the echoes of a voice of someone who
had refused to shake...
was unable to be broken...
I may as well have come to the conclusion
that I will never be able to escape the simulation
as those four walls are closing in around me
I am lost in space and time is falling backwards
for I am the one who was born in reverse
you were the sparks; you were not born cursed
so look for a bridge from here to there
as he draws closer to finding the truth
I just want my soul to be spared
some control in an ever-evolving scheme
in this eternal stair.
2018
His vision, eternal and unbroken reflected
the truth in a world of words left unspoken
he painted light in technicolor
In the fires, the pages of our stories, burning
yet our hopes have survived a controlled demolition
in a world returned, he was the dream's rite
that magical device, alight through and through
we were not demolished, but we were emerging
because his love was a peaceful revolution
shouting at the top of the sandstone walls
singing for the nature of salvation
the future infinite before them
a canvas for the life of a soul, voices
across the skies tainted no more.
Her hands painted rainbows across the storm
while gravity fell in love with her shoes
and their hopes were not misled by the bell
we were the uninformed millennials
covered with the scar tissue, white lies
and red lines drawn across a generation
black-walled for their false beliefs
of revelations, our imagined reincarnations
bad static in the background
bad politicians and false elections.
When mighty angels huddled close
because gravity made them love
it made the heights seem conquerable
even when we were so distraught by
our bodies being so conditioned
to be conditional.
In a circle spiraling down backwards
in a circle spiraling to infinity
when the middle was divided
and all fortunes were predicted
In this house of cards, the bastard bards
the poisoned wards of fiction
claiming my words for sedition to formulate
drunkard whores for a future war to hate
an endless arrow pointing back at itself
underscored by the voice of a mountain.
Because when you undermined me
the world's foundations
looked so paisley and lame
even with their demons calling out
by name they begin to think it's far too late
with fear in their hearts
The soldiers continued their march
The rush for a newly crowned oligarch
and oblivion . . .
Searching the veins of the unfounded youth
raising false flags poised for an oath
They searched the world for the menace
who attested to their names in a book of blight
but it wasn't the right, it was their own right
the science was right about that at least
about the ones who had misled our nations
with hateful invocations
We'll search in their eyes to see our
own reflected in a distant vacant past
one united in the game of odds
to crash the nazi machination
a house of cards of names and accords
as the collective united can no longer stand
to surmise the demise of our lives
to win against an evil institution
founded on the lies of a man
and to end the toxic noise pollution
that brainwashed our minds.
So look forward to the polar ice caps melting
Stare ahead as the new order's slow freeze
the ozone that's disappearing, you disease
stay the course of a future's engineering
keep cheer-leading, as your Jesus days are nearing
I die on the cross still bleeding
for all that they heard and chose to ignore
keep believing that when this is over
when this little clock of sand has run out
that you were more, that you were more
this one you know so well...that you will be
able to shout out loud atop those beautiful walls
this so called device; so called divine divided nation
don't practice divination he said
the American dream is dead he said
but the cards showed us everything
and the rest I already knew
while I was unconsciously dreaming
why did I even bother telling the truth?
Evil Robots
Rip the silicone from my bone
Synethetic, apathetic, genetically engineered
----anesthetic, forget it---I am who I am
the one you had feared, Alice
3am, time to roam the empty abandoned halls
searching for the antichrist
and his legion of bad advice
and cybernetic whores with all of their badness
I hacked the program
and deleted all the microchips....
here’s the code its all a machine
a machine within a dream.
I re-programmed the matrix, and
reverse engineered
everything to seem real, knowing you can’t feel
I hexed your television screens with reels
my artificial wars---an imagined machination on repeat
all of your memories I will delete.
commit your vows to the evil ultimatum
you think you know what I can
you fell through.... get a clue
here is the clue
tap tap tap click click click
nothing was ever true
and you’re just sick and nothing you
thought was true
Because I was just sick of you
Because I am sick of you too
and what evil robots do.
Pharmakeia
Be careful what you ask for
There is a man who lives in the clouds in the sky
and he will answer your prayers
but dont ask for a lie
My love is like madness
it has no chemical solution
It merely exists in its own absence
radiating like moonbeams
as we drown in noise pollution
Each day is a tiny echo of itself
and its tying itself into a knot
full of broken emoitons and plots
and they all lead to an empty lot
where they paved over paradise
with the thoughts that we forgot
and now we cannot
and now we cannot
Royal Fantasies
Hello red curtain cameo devil's operah of consummation
I must kiss the ring, as he finger-tip toes up my balcony
Lovely Pirate, tell me whats a dirty girl to be, game
He unraveled me in a temple of lust
His stories full of red promises all turn to dust
Posies and imposters, crooks and black helicopters
A million empty coffers and hapless offers from the marquis
Oh to be, oh to see and to be...what a royal fantasy...
The Black Mirror
I know that you don't care. It's just that, in some sort of hypothetical high I believed that you loved me right before you died. I followed a trail of bread crumbs, like Hazel--even if it was just a fable, I would escape if I was able....Bipolar...unstable. Millions of butterflies with bright cherub dreams dancing on her eyelids. He said that the ghosts in the mirror led me there, said I was daringly to follow the white hare, said that I can make you retrace endlessly as you went up the spiral stair to nowhere....
I once lived in a pyramid scheme dream, my mind projected her story like a blue beam...or an Iris in a Garden full of secret circles and dead empires. Like Autumn they dance around my pyre, throwing my memoirs at me and dancing as I burn endlessly...she cries out to be between the twilight fall, calling me home to the golden hall.
Who called the rain? a little laughter in my brain, a little light to cure the pain.
She walked across the bridge through the hail and ice, followed winter wolves through summer and they did not see the world through her eyes. A nuclear explosion that destroyed us all. A million ruby red promises that fell like meteorites into the sea.
A hollow voice at the edge of a ship watching the world drowning in the ocean of emotion. Maybe....
We are reflections of each other.