Not all humans are born of society, and given their script to speak and live by by Society. The many…yes, Born into the mundane, seeking only the mundane, the comfortable, unchallenged, predictable…following the safe script.[…]
I listen to people beyond what they say, My senses find little distance between the vivid dream journey, and counterpart in the wakefulness… I read avidly of those who have led lives beastly and real[…]
I was raised in the wilderness, nurtured and protected by the wildest of wolves and lionesses, who took me in as one of their own, though saw and felt and knew me as a fox[…]
We are all moving so far away from our instincts that we are becoming our avatar, our social media output, our regurgitation of scripted responses, to scripted responses… There is no love in facebook. There[…]
Im a bit removed from the conversation of the dull majority I find when I hear most humans speak. Dull to me as I am dull to them. Its mutual, not one better than the[…]
I sometimes find poetry which causes something to move within me that really matters, with every verse, every word…and its often, when rare and precious found…so far beyond what most other people I am[…]
ALl of this is powerful, and yet, what stands out to me is not the primal roar for a better world…its the brief mention of ‘STAY HUMBLE’…Which I am unsure of Narcy is hinting at,[…]
The wind blows wild a gale, as I listen to the strings maniacally strummed by a kid creating his own tornado of sound… What matters to me? I have long grown out of using myself[…]
Assange got crunched, and will likely be water-boarded in the US with total, unwavering, unshakeable complicity from our governments. We can march against this…as in, attend organised walking tours of vainglorious value, which will achieve[…]
The bats fly overhead, winning their easy battle with the possums and rats in the fig tree, the bats take what is theirs, for everything in the night is theirs…They pick their battlefield wisely and[…]
