Everything

Some things I know…

Everything starts with you.

That may sound self-centered and egotistical but it is only because we’ve been trained by society to suppress our sense of self, to accept the lies told to us daily. We have been trained from birth to view the whole of society as the prime reason for being…when in fact it is complete bullshit. We are your own reason for being and being the best us…

…is THE point.

Society will tell us—loudly and repeatedly—that we aren’t good enough, we’re not skinny enough, we don’t have the right car, the right beer, the right job or bank account, the right clothes and on and on. Society lives and breathes on the fact that it and it alone dictates what our life is and what it should be and it does so by preying on our fears.

Our fear of not fitting in, whether it’s dodgeball in 3rd grade or the freshman class at college,
Our fear of failure, whether it’s a paper route at 12 or a promotion at 36,
Our fear that we will never love…
…or be loved.

Once society succeeds in making us hate and loathe ourselves, we are able to be controlled…we become docile and manageable. We are then only silent cogs in a massive consumerist machine where our fear becomes the basis of our decisions.

But know this; we were born with all the personal tools and self-confidence needed for us to a be happy, productive human beings…giving back in equal portions to what we take from life—regardless what society dictates because by taking control of our own destiny’s, we can create the society and future we deserve. We can do this because we were born with these 3 things:

  • We were born to accept that we are fallible and imperfect…which makes us able to accept others’ failings,
  • We were born to understand that we have the sole power to change ourselves…and that we cannot force others to change, and, ultimately,
  • We were born to love ourselves which is the only real way that we are able to love others.

Simply; whatever is required of us to live happily—and thus create the society we deserve…we MUST manifest within ourselves first. We, exactly like all 7 billion or so on this rock, are human and imperfect and—just being our best selves—are all we will ever need…

… to succeed, to fit in and to love and be loved.

Believe. Go. Do

~TrevorZen

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the king

Love is a ruined emperor
presiding over
a broken kingdom of regret and
promises lost
forever searching empty rooms,
burnt fields, looted corpses…
looking for faded fortunes
what
once
was
imagining parades,
brightly lit
ballrooms
throbbing bass beat of
joy and abandon
now wondering at the hubris
a wicked, corpulent
fullness of assurance
when doubt
didn’t exist
until
it did…now
waiting for a new age
an invading
campaign of light
and love
and the rising
of a new throne.

this disease

We
are newly formed,
dust
and debris from stars,
from
sunshine, we invade and take over
occupy earth
with large forebrains, we
tool and toil, we
monopolize life, displace
and denude…like a fungus, a disease
we spread
and we don’t know anything
but we know life
a habitual rampage toward
living
while the universe ages slightly
we age rapidly
owning what was once
un-ownable
land
sea
air
we occupy earth
until we’ve run the course
hoping…hoping we can
devise define demand
ourselves into
space
where another
earth
awaits
this disease.

Row Boats

fire burns the hand that
throws the Molotov as
well as the flaming car,
words
hurt the sayer as well as
the said to…and still
we don’t see
they are the same;
one side of a row boat
needs the other
to remain floating
yet one rower
is on the
wrong side,
only because
there are two sides and
with oar in hand, with
straining back, through
daylight and into
night
the rower knows to row
unaware of the infrastructure
and connection
deep and
sustained
of the boat under the rowers, under
duress it creaks, the wood
flexes, swells from wear
and water…but…
row boats need care, need
“looking at”
because erosion, injury, the sun, time;
can
and will
silently destroy the cladding, the spars
and bulkheads
that displaces the water that
floats a boat
so;
when rowers
only row
the boat will fail
and both sides
will drown.

tides

We can see it clearly…with
bright ideas and a slowly
moving understanding of
where we are, we
raise, we half raise a hand
but it is useless, no one
calls on us, no one
seems to care
and we look around us
seeing the moment, feeling
the moment roll
against our legs like an ebbing
tide…
dropping boats into sandy mud
bottomed harbors
the wind quiets and falls
to nothing…we watch for a sign
a frequency
a meaning in it all
there is none
there seems to never be
enough of
what
we really, really need:
each other.

We need to need and
need to know…but
even seeing clearly;
the tide goes
out.

Again.

The Assholization of the World

It used to be that you knew where and who the assholes were and you could easily, if not always, avoid them handily. They were the asshole at the drycleaners, the jerk at the DMV, that weirdo down at the bottom of the steps to the subway…all easily identified and avoided as needed. But in recent times, pre-dating Trump actually, the assholes have had a resurgence and are just about everywhere you look. In the past an asshole was someone who, through their own machinations or simply from fate, had an axe to grind with the world and because you were a member of that general demographic, they directed their righteous anger at you. That anger was usually predicated on some apparent slight they had suffered at the hands of “them”. “Them” being the nameless, faceless demigods of society who control the universe from the darkness, from the shadows.

Not you but that makes no difference.

Today there is an asshole just about everywhere you look, stoked by social media, they shout and scream about whatever the “shit dujour” is. They are increasingly loud, pedantic and overbearing…aghast that you don’t immediately join their cause because, after all, they’re right and the entire planet of almost 8 billion are absolutely wrong. And they will go into excruciating detail explaining exactly why.

They are Infowars conspiracy nuts.

They are ultra-left-wing progressives.

They are #metoo protagonists

They are InCel dumbfucks

They are, well shit, pick a category and you will find an asshole.

The point is that there are more assholes today than there were yesterday and there will be more of the little buggers yelling at you tomorrow. All indignantly “correct” in the sphere of influence in their own tiny worlds but absolutely determined to indoctrinate you as an honorary member.

So what do you do?

When presented with an asshole, simply imagine them as some sort of wild animal who is screaming a guttural or keening cry as they wander around civilization…looking for a home, their own wild animal family or even just a warm dark place to sleep. They scream in an animal non-language like a cat meowing or dog barking; meaningful to other cats and dogs but useless to humans.

Pretty soon they stop screaming at you because you won’t respond in their animal language and they go away, or simply get too tired to be an asshole.

Seriously, assholes have expiration dates.

DID YOU HEAR ME, YOU FUCKING JERK!!

Believe. Go. Do.

~TrevorZen

Inventing Darkness

We invent darkness, trying
like small children
to stop our own light
our energy
from making shadows
from pushing
moments
into places we cannot
travel…
we invent darkness
to hide, to pretend
to become less;
as we are afraid to be
more, afraid
of being noticed when
being noticed
means
difference…
we invent darkness, always
looking toward
futures without us,
without those moments
we already gave
away
thinking, always thinking
our light is too
bright;
it is not
we invent darkness but
we are
a billion suns
.