01292018

in all the world and all it’s gold

we find only the time to hold

our loved ones dear when we have time

the rest is spent within the grind.

if only we let the roles reverse

and instead weren’t focused on the purse

we could live our lives with best intent

and find ourselves the more content.

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01292018

12222017

we have been sold that the highest calling of all is wealth & power, masked in a shroud of religious principle, marketed as purpose. we have convinced ourselves that we must look, feel, act, and live a certain way. we have done this in order to fit in with others that are equally lost. we have allowed those few who have enough wealth & power to control messaging and legislation and content. we have created and lived in a system that gives us the perception of choice, while driving us like cattle towards the inevitable unhappiness of not owning enough, doing enough, being enough. we have perpetuated these notions as we see no other way. we believe a little more money, a few more things, and the perception we portray to others is the price of admission to contentment.

wealth & power are a mirage in the desert, constructed by the few that possess them. the price to admission into their club is one of blood, spirit, soul. to escape their clutches is to succeed. to change their power base is the only way to bring about systemic change.

we will watch them destroy our environment, limit our freedoms, control our money, dictate our workload, and divide our beliefs. we will grumble as they do this. we will stamp our feet and shout at their control. but we will not see change by acting the same. we’ve been led to believe that we win and lose through us versus them. we’ve been fed the idea that life will be better if our party, our people, those who hold our beliefs are in power. but the puppet masters’ strings control all sides of the system. the strings they pull tug at our hearts and minds, while the rape and pillage of our world and our people continues unmolested.

we win with love. we win by putting people over profit. we win by caring for each other – all people. we will win when we appreciate there is no victory – there is only purpose in peace. there is only purpose in love. there is only purpose in gratitude. there is only purpose in acceptance.

purpose & peace.

12222017

12132017

Amanda turned the corner and trotted towards the door. As she grasped the knob, she felt the urge to turn and run.

He’s not here for you. He’s here for it.

The cold metal on her palm felt especially cold – her palms always sweated when she was nervous. She summoned the courage and swiftly opened the door, inadvertently pushing too hard as the knob slipped out of her dampened palm. With a loud crack, the door slapped against the back wall and seemed to shiver as it slowly made its way back towards her.

Not the entrance I wanted to make.

Five sets of eyes all slowly tracked her progress as she made her way to the table.

All she saw were his.

12132017

12112017

Young waves run up the shore, yearning for the arbored tops beyond the sandy sea.

Their melodic, methodic motherly swells ever beckoning them back to the depths.

Salty tears are shed for the life they’ll never know among the pines and palms.

Psalms those breakers will speak to the tree tops; whispers will build to roars before calming for a moment, only to sing their songs anew.

12112017

12062017

doors.

chapter 1

deep down, we all want to be present for the end of the world. just not before our time. and not before we’re ready. 

it came with a whisper instead of a roar. we did not see fire in the sky or screams of protest. we crawled towards the end; a beggar dragging himself towards a mirage in the desert.

those that created this barren planet were largely the only to survive, hidden deep within their caves and bunkers, hoarding the few resources left. those of us left outside are ever searching for their steel doors in the ground.

we don’t consider it murder. it was murder when they gouged ever deeper into the earth, searching for remnants of materials once common, then precious, now extinct. it was murder when they chose to cut off the water they owned, instead of using it for thirst – both human and plant. it was murder when they retreated and left the outsiders for dead. it was murder when they started using the word ‘preservation’. ironic, really, those that chose to rape the natural world and scoff at those that tried to reverse the trend, now the very same to use that word. preservation.

we think there are thousands of them. those that saw the end coming, and could afford the technology, space, time to build – and defenses.

12062017