Grains of salt, grains of sand,
How many for an avalanche —
What does it take to break
The status quo?

Gardening for affirmation,
Weeding out the haters —
Social feeds arranged by color,
Cannot mask
The smell of shit.

Sanity recovery,
Untethered from
Ophthalmic, Otic, Intranasal
Information IV’s —
The less I consume the news,
The less it consumes me.
The more I see the world
For real,
The more real life feels.

Blindly chasing
Dreams with end dates due —
Expired before
The search is through.

A man with a message
In the land of the
Illiterate deaf —
I speak out…
Speak out…
Out…

Soundbite clickbait
Out of context,
Warped to either point of view —
Its one truth?
None of these
Modern-day atrocities
Are new.

Loyalty is never free.
A hand that strikes,
A hand that feeds —
Quid pro quo, reward or fear,
Do the work, or they will leave.

Like respect,
Honesty’s a privilege
Too often taken for granted.

Fleeting impressions —
Acquainted by the letter,
With not a word of meaning
Between.

Navigating oceans red
Through winds of war
And tides of hate
Towards the dream.

Social is the norm,
Posting shit,
Following strangers —
Talking to ourselves
Until somehow
Someone
Somewhere
Starts listening.

At the bat?
Don't run, keep swinging.
Take down any fucker with the nerve
To tell you how to play —
There's more than one way to win.
Misery stacks when you get played,
So break the rules,
Break the cycle,
Break some fucking heads.

Carrots
For the quickest hare,
Stacking coin
To climb the trend line —
It's still slaves
Who build the pyramids.

Power is a carrot
For those unwilling
To finish their greens —
Leftover, shoved to the edges
Of otherwise finished plates,
Deemed unsuitable to eat.

Dark side headspace,
Self-hate spirals —
Going down.

Histories,
Bloodied, shaded
Pride long faded
Still staining our everyday —
Why can't we just
Cut and run,
And find a better way?

Good or evil,
It's all trivial to the suckered
Dead and gone,
Fired upon by ill-willed friendlies —
Would-be begrudged casualties
Of killed repute.

The threat and promise of tomorrow,
Glazed joy and honeyed sorrow —
It is never guaranteed.

Gold
Won't shine
In darkness.

Wayward humanity,
The many,
Inherently destructive.
Victory to hardship,
There's no pausing golden ages —
In time it ruins
Every happily ever after,
Forging new prosperity
For the few.