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Word of the Day: Founder

I am the founder of new beginnings. The founder of settlements and bloodlines. The founder of armies and crews and simple groups of friends. The founder of a new world. One in which I am okay. Finally. It is a new day. Never back, always forward, unto the dawn. The light shines on my face as I walk into the sea, ready for a new adventure.

Dream Guy

I am a dream guy

Just look at me

Listen to me

Read me

I am a dream guy

Hold me

Feel me

Handle me with care

I am a dream guy

See me in the stars

Watch me down the stairs

Breathe me like the air

I am a dream guy

Sail me like the high seas

Live me like an adventure

Venture through me, searching for El Dorado

I am a dream guy

And sometimes I forget

Reflecting Pool

Afternoon! I have nothing I need to do today. An easy Sunday. I’ll be using today to reflect on everything that’s been happening. Most could probably agree that’s needed. I’ve been keeping up with the invasion of Ukraine and my heart goes out to the people of Ukraine and the defense of their homeland. Godspeed.

Reflections

forever in your footsteps

as they happen

as they happened

it walks beside you

same gait

same cadence

it follows

perhaps it leads

forever in your footsteps

as they happen

Trucks Use Right Two Lanes

Driving today. I’m not sure I have the energy to keep being angry. I am at a loss for words, a somewhat rare occurrence for me. Probably something to do with the motion sickness. That and I’m hungover. What a wonderful life I live. That statement is both sarcasm and not. Please enjoy the poem today.

Little Dancing Monkey

Every day I sit here

A monkey at the show

Dancing for their amusement,

For their

Satisfaction

What am i?

A man?

A goon to do their bidding?

I am angry

I am unsatisfied

For it is not with my own agency i make these choices

But a need to survive

When i need to thrive

These animals

More bestial than the most terrifying wild thing

Concealed beneath the veneer of fake smiles and solid colored suits

They own me

They own us

Don’t you think it’s time to break free?

I Am Angry

I am more angry than I have ever been. Seething. Burning. I am undervalued. Undersold. Powerless and voiceless in a world that would forget my life and experiences and relationships as if they were a blip on nobody’s radar, were I to disappear today. It’s not that no one cares. Many, many people care. I am not alone. Far from it. I am loved by so many people. I know this. I value this. It is the many who treat this world as a playground, the many who treat this world as a plaything, to be used and thrown away. Opportunities are scant, pay is a pittance, the climate in decline, the true Great War on the horizon… How are we to not be disillusioned? How are we to not be angry? Lacking purpose and guidance my generation trudges on through the slowly hardening concrete poured by generations before, hardening and slowing our progress, turning the Earth into a desolate wasteland we alone will survive to navigate. With no guidance, we must find our own way. We must save ourselves and our world. No one else will. And I am angry.

Eaten Away

there is beauty in this slow decay

extant expression

deterioration

hazel eyes, so much light

a facade, hidden from sight

a mind gone bad

past its due date

just a tad

War Were Declared

Morning. I really don’t have anything to say today. With the news of the largest breakout of war in Europe for 80 years, I find myself at a loss for words. Here’s a poem that doesn’t make any sense. Maybe it’ll bring joy to your little sphere of influence too. Amusez-vouz bien, mes amis.

Alice Cooper, Music Guy

alice cooper’s an anthropologist

he knows all about milwaukee

and the surrounding areas

alice cooper’s the steve carell of musicians

look at his face

just… the way it goes

alice cooper’s eternally sixty

a deal with the devil it would seem

except he accidentally wrote a “+30”

alice cooper’s got the makeup

nothing he could ever do would shakeup

just how fucking cool that guy is

I don’t actually know very much about Alice Cooper 

outside of Wayne’s World 

so if he’s different

that is not on me