When the Emperor (and his Followers) Become Dangerous

We live in an age
of The Emperor’s New Clothes
only this time
the play is all-too-real
and if you dare to say
“Hey, the Emperor is naked!”
you could get arrested for that!


Not Colour Blind

I can see the difference between blue and green
No amount of coercion will change my ability to recognize this
It’s so basic that I don’t even have to think about it
Blue and green are not the same colour
Nor are they interchangeable
Blue is not green and
Green is not blue
It matters
And closing my eyes to these distinctions is not an option

Sounds of Destruction, Sounds of Resistance

Disarray, disarray,
it is tumbling society faster and faster into disarray
all with loud assertions
that it is escorting people into an ascension
higher and higher
into love
a more authentic way of living
but it is wrong

That is not what love looks like
that is not how love behaves

Usually I prefer misdirected fiery passion
over correct yet lukewarm ponds
but this time the death-dripping roar
is far too sulfuric
far too freakishly encompassing

I need to catch my breath
I need to stop the bleeding from my ears

So for now
I am stepping back
feeding myself with Beauty
strengthening myself with Truth
nourishing myself by feeding others
with affection
with attention
with humour
speaking words that fan the flames of life

And what I am doing
is just as real as that growing
devouring vortex
maybe more so
even if its bellowing
appears to drown out
the living
and sometimes faltering
patterns of my heartbeats