puerto boy reflections
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
Post-post-modern-ity-infinity
When I came to this paradise I passed through a portal into an old world…A dimension of simplicity and dirt…
These days…
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.
Lagoon Three
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 that they
crash landings
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
Thrill is gone
The ‘19 King
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
A Return
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 my experiences
Leftovers Journal
They seem not to notice... or they want to play it cool
