POW

Have you ever felt like, 

A prisoner of war

In your own life? 

How is this so?

I thought POWS were prisoners

In worn-torn countries. 

How can this be so,

In ones own home? 

It's felt like a decade's long battle 

Of trying to reclaim myself, and my life again. 

In the midst of men who feel the need to feed off of women-- 

Because they feel empty inside?

I do not believe in sacrifice.

If you do, then one only has the right to sacrifice oneself. 

It is your life, and you have no right to anyone else's. 

So let them go, let us go. 

So you can finally do the inner work that needs to be done. 

Friday the 13th

I just sit here wondering 

How this became such an unlucky day?

Well it's been a hell of a week-- that's for sure. 

"Hell" being the operative word.

My supposed "partner" has made this week hell. 

Blaming me that "I made him act this way."

How abusive is that?

It's amazing that I am just sitting here,

In this abusive relationship

Not doing anything about it

Because I literally don't know what to do.

I could pack up all my things,

Buy an RV, and move into it.

But I am hesitant. 

I don't want to feel stuck anymore,

And I have to pull myself out of it.

It's like I'd be a refugee running from a warzone-- 

Because that's what this relationship is.  

And every human being deserves nothing but peace.

Because it is our human right. 

Human Doings

I think it is about time,

We stop calling ourselves human "beings"

Because we are anything & everything-- 

Except BE-ing. 

Humanity: A Lost Cause

Humanity,

We are what you would call

An invasive species-- 

We are only here

To destroy the planet.

Yes, we have "work-forces" to try

And REMEDIATE our damages.

But, is it really possible?

We might just be... too little too late. 

The damage is done.

Not only are we destructive to this beautiful planet,

We are destructive to each other. 

We have been dominated,

By the "almighty dollar."

This dollar is what, in fact, separates us. 

It takes the natural goodness out of us. 

It makes us selfish, it makes us greedy. 

It makes us not TRULY care for each other,

It only makes us care for that next dollar. 

And so I tell you this, 

If at any point, any of you come to me 

When I am at my upmost success, 

I will not consider you--

Just as you have done, when I was at my lowest. 

Because, after-all, that is just the very embodiment

Of the human condition. 

Productivity, Conformity, & Professionalism

This whole idea of professionalism has thrown me. 

What really makes a professional? 

I can put thousands of hours into a craft,

And still not properly get compensated for my work.

But then I can go and do some random, mindless job

And get paid the most I've ever made-- 

Which still isn't even a livable wage. Mind you. 

What is it? 

The more mindless the work, the better we are rewarded?

What is with this world?

So we conform, 

Conform to the monetary system,

Because that is what our societies have converted to.

It's about the dollar-- of an old white man who most likely "owned" slaves. 

My moral self just can't do it anymore. 

So how do we survive otherwise?

Good question. 

How. Do. We. Survive. Otherwise?