My mind is imperious

watching, analyzing, critiquing.

an overzealous guardian.

This monarch of my life,

certain that everything, beyond its control,

is it least error, and more likely betrayal.

I love it when sleep, silences it’s machinations;

for always in its absence,

a flowering of bliss.



When we begin we are innocent and whole. In the best cases we begin in a atmosphere of love.  Before long however we are placed in a situation where the truth of our feelings must remain subservient to our obedience, first to parents, then to schools, later to employers. This is the soul killing truth of inequality and the true sin of those who grow rich treating others unfairly.

It is as if capitalism has become a religion; A religion that places no value on the spirit and soul and thus absolves itself of the necessity to provide for them.

In order to have any time, to be ourselves, or even learn to be ourselves, we must give away most of it to earn a living.



My mind is imperious

Watching, analyzing, critiquing


This monarch of my life

certain that everything,

beyond its comprehension

or control,

Is it least error

and likely betrayal.

I love it when he sleeps

beyond all his machinations

and imagined solutions

despite the absence of his guidance

a bit of bliss.


He does not so much speak the word as throw it like a rock.

As if one characteristic reduced all who share it to a single dimenson..

Loves, struggles, losses, change and growth denied

They are somehow invisible to his eyes.

One dimensional, every aspect of their beings reduced until there is only

Shining darkness