The Diagram of 2016 – How

Growing up in an extremely sheltered catholic midwestern household I was always taught some very simple “guidelines”. Whether it be good or bad this is the life I know. It was always God, Family, and Country. Whether it be right or wrong – that is yet a whole other discussion but today we realized something as a country and I did as an individual. These are the truths that we live by in 2016:

Sexism > Unity

Diversity > Sexism

Family > Diversity

Money > Family

Power > Money

God > Power

Greed > God

Trump > Greed

And here we are. This justifies all votes and support for the great devil when applied to this diagram. It is undisputable as I have debated and spoken with thousands of people over the last 9 months of my life. It makes how we got here so very simple. This is the truth as voted by our own fellow countrymen. If you study this diagram you will begin to see the problems we are faced with currently. I see this in the eyes of my own parents. The rest is just shit talk. They can say what they want, but these are the new principles by which my own family lives and a much larger population as a whole. I have devoted an entire year of my life, $30,000 in personal debts, and countless unpaid hours working to promote Unity in 2016. But the truth is I believe Unity is currently where I put it in the diagram: dead last. I understand this. I get it. People love to use their mouths instead of their wallets. They want to talk about power and money and how they can acquire it at all costs – this is the baby boomer generation. Consume, consume, consume, and shit on the rest. I challenge you to see where this diagram applies – to me it sums up 2016. For anyone overseas – may God be with us and protect us. We are in for a dark time in our countries history – I can see it in the eyes of the people.

 

 

Doubt of Disposition

Doubt of disposition

The grand scheme has no easy transition

From chaos to smooth sailing

The profound problems now created

Some expected

Others anticipated

Where do we go from here

How do we create unity

Well let me see

It all starts with action

Not words 

Cheap words indeed

That’s how we got here in the first place 

The entire human race

Relying on brakeable bonds

Instead of constant devotion

But now the magic potion lies in us

To create unity

Across the board

To recreate this sub par reality

We live in now

Erase all of the transgressions

Of indignity

And create unity

The Great Debate

Polite discrepancy

Independently

Who’s responsibility is it

Who’s responsibility was it

To be honest and clear

Alive and front and center

Taking the stage

As the great pretender

Honor the people

Before the investor

This is not a board game of sorts

Or out of sorts

I watch in horror

Decisions will be made tonight

During the outlandish debate

Hoping someone will seal a certain fate

Tonight

Alright

Let them at it

We can watch the fight

 

 

 

Predict the Past

Words are moving fast

Faster than I can understand

Competing with the speed of light

Into my head with danger

No understanding needed

People blast out obscenities

With fog horn blasts

Worries about the future

Trying to predict the past

I am not moved quickly with emotion

But in this almost steady flowing river

Into the ocean running

Mud filled water 

Sludge

Filling greater waters

To which I barely understand 

So I await more news

Uncertainty 

Certainly 

It will come

What was new

Will quickly become the past

4 Minutes

In 4 minutes I will attempt

To write words

Strung together with

Some meaning

My eyes are stuck to the screen

Gleaming

Written in an attempt to say

What I have postponed along the way

Returning to ritual

Feels good

Yet not unusual

11:57

11:57 The clock reads

Momentary and sedentary

I return to the road

We travel so often

Yet so unfamiliar

Unusual

The hope of unity

A collection of ideas

Almost perfect

But perfect in its imperfections

It has beauty despite moments

Of Lack of direction

Proceed on our journey

To find people

To share moments and peace

This is my idea to bring

Muddle by Technology

Muddle and confusion

Marry the mellow quiet

With ruptured sounds of a digital empress

Defiant of the status quo

Holding on to the last of what was

What we used to know

The cell phone rings

Elbows locked in admiration

Swing around the border

Of the new order

Tech first feeling second

Defiant I remane

But I wonder what the world would be

With no technology

Would we be more advanced

If we were connected by glance

Instead of digital connection

A tacit code of life

Implied by technical lines

We are breakable and weak

In the eye of technology

Rewrite

In hopes of a mad resurrection

My pen falls flat in dejection

More like a renewed redirection

Of my final intention

Words lassoed 

And written

Bringing back the words I had not given

I write with the hopes of a new discovery

To go forth and be free

From subtleties

My life long recovery

To write eternally

The Power to Heal

Poetic justice

Late night karaoke slams

Altered punctuation

Drinks embezzled for us

From the incoherent

Blasting with interference

Keeping the lines straight

With a brother more found than lost

Amazing engages

Light engages

Hoping a new life revealed

Oh how the power of music

Can heal

Currency of My Own Time

The little forgotten things

Moments passing 

Fleeting and free

Tied down now to the eternity

Of passing

Time flickering quietly 

Not kicking and thrashing

It’s the unknown riddle

I attempt to make the most of the moments

Fleeting moments

I should have known this

That in the tiny cracks of uncertainty 

Can take down the curtain 

Of flow of currency

I attempt at words construed and written

For the hopes of my own improvement

So in exchange of time 

Not perfection of pursuit

But the pursuit of something new

Everyday 

For you