This World


I think this world sits
mesmerized by us, eyes
glazed over as we
try, as we scrounge
and scrabble…little
knowing, always
guessing…I think and
believe it is something…
that it is enough but
it never is,
it never is enough to think
when living is the
the world knows this

We try to emulate, to
shadow and follow, but
it is useless unless we know
…and we can’t know
until we know
so watching is what the
smarter of us do
what the less unaware
discover from
failure, from painful
endings, from having
and losing… when
living is the
the world knows this

We sit in fear, a puddle
of memories that
wets us and seeps
into cracks…between acting
and being, all the time
we are making motions
movements toward
and away from
ourselves, the ones we
want to love, want,
just want…when
living is the
the world knows this

We believe
because we cannot
know the answer
living is the

…the world knows this


Listen goddammit! I’m tired of hearing/seeing/having it. People making decisions for themselves is the best and ONLY FUCKING way that works. The fed making decisions for me? Fuck you. The state making decisions for me? Fuck you. My neighbor making decisions for me. Fuck you.
Who do you think knows best for you? Some policy wonk in DC? Your senator? Your congressman? Your president?

Fuck you.

You do. You do. You do.


Will you fuck up? Hurt yourself? Fail?


Over and over but, goddammit, you’ll learn. You’ll eventually succeed and that success will mean something. It won’t be handed to you fait accompli with nothing required from you. No sweat, no pain, no passion.


And that’s what it’s about.


So, fuck off, get going, ignore them, be you…

…in all your goddamned glory.

Believe. Go. Do.



…and I’ve lost
what I found again
something that happens
far too often
I’ve lost
the thread of you, the
idea the scent
the notion and
motion that is
—that was—you.
For a day an hour
each minute that
there is space
there is time
between seeing
I lose
the thread of you.
…and it is horrible
it is sadness
the size of me, same
shape color smell feel
it is the
size of me,
replacing all
of who I was
…could be
but only ever
when I am
with you.

Read This!


Written or spoken they are audible stand-ins for the meaning of an idea or a thing. Audible (even when written they are “sounded” out in the mind), by means of the compression and decompression of air in the form of sound waves as they travel from the speaker to the listener. Simple vibrations that we, as humans, have assigned values to…that (in concert with others) we call sounds and then aggregate those sounds into collections we then call words.

Regardless who is creating them—pope, king, queen, president, you or me—they are just vibrations striking our eardrums that are then converted to small electrochemical pulses sent through nerve endings to our brains where we process them and correlate them to what we know to be the representative meanings.

That’s it.

When someone tells you something you first process who the person is, their credibility to you, you then must parse the words themselves—their credibility—until finally you correlate the meanings of each word to something that matches what you know (even if it’s a word or words you’ve never encountered before). You arrange the words in a way that makes sense and then you look at the overall meaning in context with each other.

By themselves—without context—words have no power except that which we give them. We see and hear thousands of them every day…on social media, websites, the news, on the tube, from our friends, lovers and families…so many in fact that we start to glaze over from overload. There are just too damn many words that we must process every day.

So, remember all of those process steps when you come upon things like this inane assembly of meaningless dribble (see graphic) and think to yourself “do I really want to waste my valuable brain processing energy reading that shit?”…of course not…

…and you’ll feel so much better.

Because—in so many words—I just said so.

Believe. Go. Do.


You and Billions Others


Here’s an interesting thing about this little platitude…it’s wrong…it turns out that you can, billions do it every day. The point is that those billions accept and love themselves and do not need external validation to be happy. They only need their own sense of self-worth…that they are deserving; to be loved and to love others.

Mr. Olsteen, like all the others in the religion and “spiritual” industry, has to create this kind of message so that you continue to look toward a 3rd party for your validation. Of course he’s hoping you look toward him and send your dollars his way, as do all the other pastors and priests, ministers and “managers of the soul”. Their whole business model depends on you distrusting yourself…to be happy, to feel wanted, to love and be loved…and they hold those feelings for ransom and collect payment along the way.

The fact of the matter is really quite simple and requires no books, no studies, no incredulous belief…simply: you already are beautiful and capable and deserve to be happy. Not because you believe in some higher power or read some book but because you were born that way, just as every other of the 7 billion on this planet were.
Because you are you. Period.

When you look to others for validation, no matter how well intentioned those others are, you become their psychic slave and must forever look to them to gage your own feelings. How they feel, look, act, etc. is what you attempt to mirror and thus realize some sort of happiness (because they are obviously happy…right?) but it is illusion and superficial.

Your happiness is yours and yours alone and needs no motivational poster or pithy saying for it to be true…
…and you’ve had it with you all along.

Believe. Go. Do.

Matter of Fact

Do you matter?

I was watching a trailer for a movie and one of the actors said (venomously) to another that the character was deathly, existentially, afraid that they “wouldn’t matter”…and that got me thinking.

Matter to who?

The idea that we are inherently insufficient (emotionally fragile, easily broken) is an oft heard message in media, in our homes, in our work…our whole lives…and makes us dependent upon the judgment and validation of other people. We constantly seek to “matter” to other people because…why? Apparently because we cannot matter to ourselves and have that be the “end all be all” of living. We, in most cases, simply don’t know how.

Should I care if you give a shit about what I am writing right now? Does it matter that you read it at all?

There is no obvious answer except the knee-jerk response of “Hell yeah!” because it’s information that I think is important and would like to share with my peeps…thinking that they would profit (intellectually) from its knowing. And profitable peeps are happy peeps. But the question still hangs in the air as to why I should care if you care.

We’re social animals, of course, but we’re also independent creatures who are able to exist without other people (most of us anyway) so the idea that we “matter” to others is really based on that sociability factor and less on our own self-validation. Which is to say that if we value ourselves sufficiently, we don’t need reassurance from others and therefore don’t need to matter to them.

But no one got laid by not mattering…

…so, yeah…you matter…

…but not in the way that you think you do. I believe that you matter when you love yourself—fully accepting everything about yourself and fully aware of how you live your life—so that you can really love other people, I mean truly love them. You matter to them when you give them unquestioning, unconditional and supportive love…and you can only do that when you believe you actually matter to yourself, first and foremost.
You matter when you believe you do.


Believe. Go. Do.


Nothing Grows Fastest

Let the light in
pull the curtains away
from your face
away from your life
don’t you know,
don’t you know
nothing good
grows in the darkness
because “nothing”
grows fastest, it will
eat you away to
a shadow, to just
the suggestion
of who you were
replacing your love
your heart
your dreams
accept the depths
the hurt
the pain
the life
you’ve been given
accept the
the happy
the joy
the love
be who you are
be who you are
there isn’t
another on the planet
and we need you
we need you
to be
I need you
to be
a message, a motion
an idea
that can be emulated
…the more
you there is
the more
can be.