i’ve begun to count each step i take not with one of those fancy exercise watches but on paper with black tick marks totalled for the day it’s a way of reminding myself that i’m still alive though inside a glass-walled prison of social expectation a prison that continues to feed the poor on political gruel and war’s soylent green while a minority enjoys what was promised to all ah the all tapping white canes of comprehension against the political hollow curbs of a make-believe cities of gold all the while walking on the edge of a cliff with so few steps to the abyss
his voice harsh and filled with fiery venom blazoned that i was guileless and that this world was full of hateful people cognitive clones heeding pointless creeds that undermine all humanity by acts of coordinated cruelty self-appointed saints wrapped in their self-righteous shroud of holy words words authored by men to justify personal and socialized sins claims i could not deny deity or not i still elect to believe that love and hope are the embers needed to light the bonfires to guide our journey if such beliefs be naive then guileless i be
the journey began with empty pockets but along the way through studies skills were gained and through pain knowledge skills provided for life’s necessities pain provided for life’s lessons lessons of how to travel the twisted path of existence a path travelled with friends and lovers for short distances most of whom found other places to go and other dreams to pursue from time to time youthful passions like fog obscured the vision making it possible to be twice robbed along this road of coins earned as an indentured servant but the compass of hope for tomorrow gave direction from moments of chaos and the journey continued and the empty knapsack was soon full again not only with coins but more importantly with love love that makes seeing the destination less painful for it appears the journey ends in a dark void with empty pockets
the brown bag prophet held up a sign outside the city courthouse that read your trust is the foundation of your ignorance as always an explanation would be offered as i passed by he said do you realize that we live in a police state the police can confiscate anything they suspect maybe related to criminal behavior on your part plus the pd gets to keep it or sell it for the department’s benefit they don’t have to prove anything just have suspicions i’d call that a conflict of interest or more appropriately policing for profit
so long sought pursued with passion but when found it seemed quite simple ubiquitous in nature expectations were some golden glowing light almost blinding but it’s quite straight forward where one listens to the heart and denies no one the right to live this thing called wisdom
i took a walk by the sea with camera in hand hoping to find a photo that expressed tranquillity one of those money shots that people place upon their walls to help them withstand a routine existence one that could even brighten your day but found only reasons for tears a beach where sand and stones were suffocated beneath tar blankets of thick black oil and a small sea-lion shivering and gasping for air a refugee of an environmental war where profits determine the outcome like all wars a pup fleeing the violence of greed whose journey left him impaled fish hooks cast aside by careless fishermen who forget that they do not own the sea but share it oh i wish i could have found tranquillity rather than a tale that has no happy ending
Sea-lion pup has three fishing-hooks in him…can you find them….can you help him? Note the oil on his fins.
slain years ago yes slain years ago so the stench in the air must be from the beast’s decaying bones no part of it remains to think so would be well insane reported stories of unchanged human cruelty and abuse cannot be right for our brave political knights have assured us the beast was slain years ago yes most certainly years ago so that stench in the air must be from the bodies of those unfortunate few who died of unknown and random cruelty not that of the beast for the beast was slain years ago indeed years ago