These thoughts I have now mean little to anyone else on the planet except me. I’ll keep them silent in my head.
Oh, sure, they actually exist, yet they do not really exist. They present an illusion of themselves that really is never fully realized because they do not view the world in which they live in as a reality of truth they actually believe.
“Yes, that’s the way it should be, yet that’s not the way it is.” When presenting the actual truth we all know to the present circumstances is so quickly dismissed, the deviant story is accepted and reempowered so they cast for themselves a character of themselves in that fictional story everyone subscribes to together: Reality.
I suppose that’s why I even exist. To play this role I do.
So, you have this big, huge fancy non-profit, you claim you are going to be the savior of the world. You are going to save the environment and all the people on the planet. Yet, right there, in your very own city, your little piece of the ocean, is the port from which Shell Oil Company has launched its Arctic Drill rig out from, there’s these kayakers. Just simple citizens out there with little boats trying to stop it. AND, where are you? I mean, it doesn’t have to be you personally, but YOU, your influence there in Seattle to stop fossil fuels once and for all. Or is Shell just to big for MS? Maybe if you had called up Richard Branson, who I am sure would have your back on this, and Royal Dutch Shell is a global company like that, so I could see how you may want to have allies in this, yet, YOU do have allies, many of them now.
YOU could have done it. Stopped it with those Kayaktivists, yet, you still choose not to do it. Why not now? Or maybe you like Shell’s drilling up in the arctic, maybe we can have another BP disaster or something. I dunno, seems to me, if I were you, I would have made a phone call, emptied the offices of all who were willing to go and volunteer to support them, got my yachts and schooners and blocked that fuqer. #IfIWereBIllGates that’s the kinda balls we need today. Just sayin.
i appreciate her poetry. this is a timely one.
because i can, race in my mind to where it all began.
“Pre-emptive War” is not a plan under the one Constitutionally designed, where the right to life is to be revered above all, its just a design of the military men and those who make all their money off of them.
then i got used to it.
not being afraid.
i do like the difference.
one can do in life
and then there’s
so much we don’t
need to do because
someone is already
doing it. so, now i
think i can disappear
again and others
happy st. patty’s day
if u celebrate such frivolity or profundity, whichever it may be for you.
for me, its my mom’s birthday.
i would say “mum” because that always seems to sound better when spoken,
yet when written, it just doesn’t look right. “Mom” it is. happy birthday mom.
this will be the only evidence i wish her any happiness on her birthday because,
truth be told, idc if my mother is happy on her birthday.
if she’s not, its her fault, just like if i was not happy on my birthday it would be my fault.
my mom wouldn’t want me to really think anything different.
and she’s right.
so, happy birthday mom, if you ever find this greeting on a blog that i
so randomly administer there’s no one here to actually read this
birthday greeting, so if you do happen to stumble upon it, and realize that yes,
i even use social media to do what i wouldn’t really want to actually
do in real life, celebrate your birthday with you, i do create a part of me that realizes and tries
to honor the potential in you even when you fail so miserably at being a human being
that i would never actually wish you a happy birthday unless you were randomly
at the restaurant when we break out in song and i knew you not at all.
anywhere near me
its hell, i tell you,
2 be around me
so i’m told all the time.
reason 101 for cancelling