Liberation
Freedom How-To
For freedom's a journey, it's yours to reap, To begin again, just return to the peak.
Expressions about those things that evade words
Liberation
For freedom's a journey, it's yours to reap, To begin again, just return to the peak.
Poems
i’m disconnected from the mainframe societal con game… i’m un vaxxed, un taxed, and sometimes i get my legs waxed… i’m unemployed and uninterested… i’m incompatible with 9 to 5… i’d rather lay on the beach and stay high
Outlaws of Puerto
When I came to this paradise I passed through a portal into an old world…A dimension of simplicity and dirt…
Poems
Well I met a bitter old man that saw it coming. His name was Jaak. Jaak spent his time growing tomatoes and Poblano peppers while blasting old-time rock n roll.
Personal
The fear of Canadian winter settles down now I’m in a tropical coastal lagoon town The strange contrast, urban productivity in lagoon heaven. City life comes with a promise that you might travel anywhere, For sure you'll want to... escape Escape the grey boxes, glass and concrete
Poems
patterns around us are constantly repeating within us patterns are evolving growing multiplying like fruitfull trees parents before us changing with each life teaching us new ways of discovering ourselves we become in some ways a threat to the seeds that opened our portal to arrive and what if we
Poems
The disease of suffocation It came in with a punch, and suffocated a few And slowly it suffocated all... Their reason dried up, their minds oxidized, their jobs evaporated, their rights exhausted... A suffocating disease... It grew a mucus of fear on our breathing organs, and expressed itself in our
Personal
It's a sad day my return to Canada A country of empty hope... Promises that come with hidden costs... How many have been mislead? Multicultural bleach Impersonal politeness Cordial disgust Spineless bodies propped up on a skeleton of idealism They want to tell me who I am? Interpret
Poems
They seem not to notice... or they want to play it cool
Poems
Poems
Staring at the green garden, These are the times I liked the least The in between times The times where it did not matter that I was alive now It was about what would happen next Everyone could feel now I wished I could now, but I could not If