I know the weather

By her ever-changing moods

She speaks, even now

I struggle to breath

The sweet smell, of summer night

Drown me, in the past

The leaves are falling

Golden, fragile memories

Wind scatters them. Gone.

A gallon of blood

Couldn't budge this crooked crow

I howl into the darkness

Berserk

Wandering the canyon

Gaze aloft

Angels alight

In aerial combat

Do they fight for me?

For you?

For no one

As the meteor plows into my flesh

Am I

Just some...

Dangerous creature?

A tool

In your game

It has finally become

Taboo

To live

At all

Struck with vertigo

I search

Scrabbling in the dirt

An ominous sound

A feeling

A stench

Spit, like paste

In the mouth

One last time

I kneel

For liberty

For justice

For us all

Good luck.

Dreaded?

I think that's a bit harsh

In recent years I think many of us

Have gone blind

To the good that religion has done

And continues to do

All we see is the wrong

And even worse

We see all the wrongs done

Through our own

Entitled

Rose-tinted view

Of how history

Should be

We don't understand history

Through the eyes of the people

Who lived it

Which is...frankly

Wrong

I would ask you

Simply

Do you believe structure is good?

Do you believe tradition, is good?

Respecting your elders.

Discipline

Morality?

If you agree that all these things are good...

And I'm sure that most,

well-adjusted adults

would agree

Then why would anyone

Say religion

As a whole

is bad?

Well

I know why

But in this life we choose what we see

There is always shit

Mixed with the roses

Just choose the roses

After all

It's the shit

That fertilizes the roses

And not just in this metaphor

I find...sadly...

That too many people

Of my generation and younger

Lack discipline

Respect

Basic morality.

For them, it seems...

Everything is contextual...

Everything is up to the individual.

I used to live a very...

Chaotic and fearful life

It's not pleasant

I understand that most folks these days

Get along just fine

Without morals

Discipline

Respect

Tradition...

Without these things

It's easy to be untethered

Lost

Angry and afraid

Without an identity

The "matrix" steps in

And offers us so much

You could live a fake life

In a fake world

Watching "reality television"

Sounds awfully nightmarish and bizarre

Doesn't it?

Or even more...

You could live a fake life yourself...

Playing video games

Watching pornography

Engaging in a culture

Of sex with strangers

Bedding a new

Vacuous vapid vixen

Every weekend

Pretending you have found love

Found peace

You could eat fake food

Prepared by fake people

And pretend that someone you love

Had cooked it

And if it comes down to the worst...

You could just take pills

To make it all go away.

But it won't go away

Will it...

You're still here, aren't you?

We all are

Slowly waiting to die

I don't know who

Or what

Is doing this to us

But I won't let it take me alive.

They don't want you to know.

They don't want you to know...

That your soul is immortal

This place

Is but a training ground

It is temporary

That doesn't make it any less

Important

A world not worth dying for

Is a world not worth living in

If no one is willing to die for this place

They certainly won't be willing to fight

We made this prison

A G-dless, purposeless hell

We begged for it

We begged for "safety"

We begged for an end to "pain"

We begged for an end to death itself

If they keep us

Forever trapped in this maze

Like rats

Searching

Like addicts

For the cures to our humanity

Then we can never look up

And see the walls

Believe in the higher good

Within you

It knows what's right

You just have to...

Be quiet

And listen

I think you could call that

G-d

By the way

I remove the vowel

When I write that word

Because vowel is breath

Breath is sacred

Breath is what gives us life

You only live

Because breath

Moves into you

And out

It doesn't have to return

But it does

I forgot the rest of the story

But essentially

To write the vowel

Would be to make an image of G-d

Which is...wrong...

Because no physical mark

Made by man

On paper

Can encompass all that is G-d

In that way I pay respect

To the impenetrable mystery from which I came

And to which I will one day return

They want you to think

That all is science

All is explainable

Controllable

But you know that's not true

It's an odd thing to trust impossibility

But I do

Maybe because I have to

There are no atheists in foxholes

As they say

I'm going to stop talking now, haha.

Happy new year.

Did you know?

That when you close one eye

You don't see darkness

You cease, to see

Go on, try it yourself

When we close both our eyes

And go to sleep

I think

We cease, to be

Now, don't be afraid

We still are

Just not here

Every night

When I close both my eyes

I leave this place

I go somewhere

Else

I meet with me

We talk

We discuss our plans

Our dreams

Our suffering

And then he wipes me clean

Best he can

And sends me back

Imagine

What good it would do

If tomorrow

A billion people

Unplugged from the Matrix

From your social media

Your glowing screens

YouTube...pornography

And turned to the person next to them

Man, woman or child

And had a conversation instead

Imagine

What good it would do

If tomorrow

A billion people

Stopped poisoning themselves

With fake food

Fake drink and drugs

With sugar, and Xanax

And instead

Nourished their bodies

Imagine

What good it would do

If tomorrow

A billion people

Could walk to the other side

And remain there

I know you want to

Maybe you have tried

You deserve to be free

Let's go there

Together

I trust no one

I hardly trust myself

I trust

The murmurs in the walls

The dull ache in my joints

The look of my face

In the mirror

I trust I am stuck here

Until my work is done

I just wish I knew

What that was...

Laying like Marat

In my tub

I am

Tired

I trust

No one

There is no death, I

Walk through the valley, though fear

Follows not, with me

I am, the spring rain

I am, the deepest of wells

Come back home...to me

Tell me, why you fear

Ending, all that you have known

Do you know at all?

Climb me, hard and fast

You will, never...reach the top

Do not despair, friend

Cold and wet, hard rock

Dripping moss, owl I see

Tell me, what you know

Breathing hard, I go

Time passes, as in a dream

You will, always climb

Clouds you pierce, hard light

Blue that bites me, hard to see

Where is my G-d...here

That the term INCEL

Has become associated with...

"mass murder"

Is shocking

And horribly sad.

This is not a poem.

This is my take.

Many young men in western society, especially in America.

Are facing a crisis.

They are left on their own. With no tools.

No family, no mentors.

No fathers.

And then they are told

That they must be more feminine...

More submissive

More gentle

If they are to survive

When the truth

Is precisely

The opposite

Boys who are never able to

Never allowed to

Grow up

Who are medicalized

Pathologized

Told they are evil

For simply

Existing

Will obviously

Turn into

Monsters.

If you beat a dog

And corner it

It will bare its teeth.

Frightened

Weak

Broken young men

Are the ones who commit violence

And destroy themselves

Strong men

Raised by

Strong Fathers

Make for a strong society

A strong people

If you missed my point

Allow me to

Re-align

Weak men

Frightened men

Cowardly men

Are the ones who cannot

Find good women

We will not save our society

By beating the broken

I survived

This hell

This prison of the lost boys

And I implore you

Do not believe everything you hear or see

Think for yourselves

Step back

Disbelieve

Unbelieve

Rebelieve

Awaken