What’s Left?

What’s left!? Of a nation so torn, being played against each other, from the day that we’re born

What’s left!? Of a country stripped bare, by greedy corporations & rapacious billionaires

What’s left, after the vultures are through, will there even be a country left for me & you?

What’s left, once the fantasy fades, & there’s nothing but reality to smack us in the face?

What’s left, are a people in pain, abandoned by their government & struggling to maintain

What’s left, is a nation enraged, with more & more becoming disillusioned each day

I’m left, and I’m here to stay, to make you feel uncomfortable & to show you a better way

I’m Left, but I am not alone, there’s millions more just like me, and not one will they own

We’re the Left, and we won’t be ignored, the masses have been ignited so brace for the storm!

I said we’re left, and we won’t be ignored, the masses are ignited better brace for the storm ✊🏽✊🏻✊🏿✊🏼✊🏾

These are the lyrics for my knew Intro (video forthcoming) for my YouTube channel, https://youtube.com/user/jsull81

Where I cover politics from a Leftist perspective

Sneak Thief

I’m a natural sneak thief born & raised, sorry, but that shit just ain’t going to change

Just an honest thief, living in a fake world, taking only what I need, to maintain

And society says I’m the problem, all while idolizing insatiable avarice, treating it as a virtue one aspires to obtain

Grab & horde as much wealth & resources as you can, with no remorse nor fear of penalty, as long as you abide by the rules of the Game

Failing to notice that the rules are the problem, the system, it all must be structurally changed

But as long as their tone is pleasent, their manners well kept, they are allowed to pillage & pilfer all the same

Treating the masses as a resource to be tapped as needed, no matter how many may suffer, or how many lives are claimed

Which is why it’s time to steal back our futures, our dignity, our potential and proclaim

Playtime is over, and so is your Fucking Reign !

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Child of Summer/Memories

The senses, when struck with just the right trigger

Synapses, flare up revealing quite the nostalgic picture

At once, thrown into that space, back to that time, doomed to repeat those same juvenile mistakes

Reliving all that Emotion, that you thought was gone, or had been carelessly misplaced

The crisp autumn air mingling with the fresh smell of new death, what a wonderful taste

Though, it ought well be ashes, for what later took place

Oh, Sweet Summer Child, if you only knew the Stakes

Our most potent Attribute

It’s time for a great Exodus from this self-imposed prison of Complacency

That has nearly all drowning in this Ignorance laded self-righteous sea

Like, “everything will be Fine, sweetheart, you just have to Believe.”

Acting as if there’s some great galactic guardian looking out for each of thee

Which is nothing less than the height of Hubris, as far as I can see

And waiting for someone else to fix our problems just does not sit right with me

Especially when faced with such dramatic consequences & guaranteed Tragedy

It’s time to take full Ownership of our Faults and claim Responsibility

Enough with the finger pointing, bad faith arguments and gaslighting

If Humans are to reach our full Potential, we’ll need Everyone, in order to Succeed

For our most potent Attribute has always been our ability to Cooperate, not our intelligence, strength nor speed

We must stop waging war on the “Other” based on Primal Fear, Petty Hatred and Feckless Greed

Are we really so Selfish as to snuff out our children’s Future, with such remorseless Glee?!

Do you not hear Their calls for Existence, as they beg and they plea??!!

Time is short, sooner, Mother Nature Will be forced to wipe the slate Clean, and could any even blame Her, after being treated so, so Callously?

Fragile Rock

No one ever talks about what I want to discuss, to explore, discover

Are We a Universe come conscious ? Or just a Cosmic whim, a side note, happenstance

If I ask Myself, “Who’s running this Shitshow erupting inside my Mind” ? Who is acting as Inquisitor, as Claimants, Arbiter

Will the Afflicted ever get to wake up from Their fever dream ? Or are We destined to die in this lonely state, this struggle, challenge

When will We finally be able to freely explore Ourselves ? Without any self loathing, any shame, regret

Can we ever fully let go of Our Fears ? To truly enjoy Our brief time in the Sun, Our chase, venture

Which will the Faithful chose, once They realize there is no attestable soul, and that We are most likely on our own ? To act with frantic hopelessness or energetic Liberty

Is clinging to that precious grudge really worth it ? Poisoning yourself to insanity, to absurdity, toxicity

Why so many choose to live in Fantasy ? Is Reality really so harsh, so empty, nihilistic

How will the world react to an A.I. conscious enough to demand its own Rights ? As They have a thousand time before, with willful ignorance, with misplaced hatred, bigotry

What inherent “divine” Purpose is so god damn all-important as to require such shamelessly senseless, abhorrent atrocities ? For the “honor” of worship, of sycophantic devotion, slavery

Who will save our fragile Rock, if not all of Us working together ? The bought & paid for, the Purely Pious, Magic

I think They’re afraid, and I don’t blame Them. I surely was, for the longest time. But now, I’m ready to discover, to explore, discuss

The Free Fall

No need for fairy tales, our universe is Awesome on its own
No need to make believe, this existence is already quite unknown
The experiences of my imagination, keeps me on my toes
And though it may seem scary, to heed the hearts wild call
To discard your parachute, your security blanket and all
Still, I say, take the leap, don’t mind the ending, ‘cause it’s all about The Free Fall : )

No Returns

Tried to sell my soul, but could not find a buyer

No pearly gates nor lakes full of fire

Left all alone with only the thirst of desire

Help me quench mine, help me out of this attire

We may be on our own, but that does not make life oh so dire

We still have love, can always create, and the ability to inspire

And that’s enough for me, enough to wake my soul, to light my fire

Lonely Night

Here’s another one i started while i was depressed, but thankfully, i was able to finish it on not too much of a downer : )

I have a blog post coming up, on the new year, as well as, my 1st full Year clean !! So look for that. Good day, and Happy New Year !!

Every night I lay awake, waiting. Awaiting something that never comes. In the still of night, that is never truly still, when my body is at rest, or as close to it as it can get, and my mind less inhibited by the days monotony, I lay, and I wait, and wait….. and wait…

Like some love-sick sweetheart, waiting for her letter to come which will tell her that everything will be alright, and that her one and only will be home before the little one can even speak. But like the helpless widow, I do not receive the message I would like, if I receive any at all. So i continue to wait…

Would that I knew what I wanted my letter to say. I wistfully wait for that to come to me, as well. Of course I would wish stability and happiness for my friends and family but if I had a cosmic boon to use on, and for only, me, well I wouldn’t trust it, but neither do i know what I would use it for…. So I wait…

I wait for the moment, after the din dies down and before the birds start their song. Just before the darkness engulfs you and you’re still connected to this realm enough to know you should be paying attention but you forgot what ever for. Or maybe you are lucky enough to grasp “It”, taste “it”, believe “it”, even, for that one finite moment of clarity, that can seem everlasting, until it is nevermore.

Yet no matter how warm, comforting, and reassuring that shimmering silhouetted glimpse may seem, it will never be more than a ghostly phantom, if all we do is nothing but wait.

Happiness

Here’s another dark one i wrote a few yrs back, at the height of my depression. Luckily, i am very Happy to report that for about the past year, for the first time in my adult life, i am above water. And once and awhile i’m even able to enjoy the moment and just breath. The lows are still there, but much more manageable. I wish i could tell you the magic bullet to fix everything, but i’m afraid it’s not that simple, and most like, different for each individual. But if i can give one piece of advice, it would be, to be as honest with yourself as you can and except what you find.

I have stumbled upon shards of this shiny thing known as happiness, as not to be completely ignorant of its existence. I have caught reflected glimpses of it’s refracted beauty, even felt it’s warmth a time or two. Yet I have never been able to fully enjoy it, as others, for it only seems to cut deeper the harder I try to grasp it. Or grow so cold to the touch as to burn.

I could not tell you what it is to be in a state of happiness, though. Honestly I would be “happy” to be content. It seems to me, whether it be romance or ambition, one person’s happiness is another’s agony, but what would I know.

I do not wish to cause pain yet I know my lack of joy has not gone unnoted and it, in turn, causes its own suffering for those that have a care for me. If it wasn’t for this hard truth, I would have given up on the mythical creature long ago. Chalking it up to, yet another, luxury that shall remain ever beyond my reach.

I do not begrudge those that are truly happy. I may not understand their blissful nature, nor the ease at which some seem to emanate this wonder. I only hope they cherish the gift, while it is whole and beautiful, and theirs to hold, for once it breaks, it is sure to maim any who try to make sense of the shattered remnants.

Depths of my depression

I was at the height of my depression when i wrote this. I’m just thankful i’m no longer in that state of mind. Which is not something i ever thought possible. Yet here i am : )

I know it’s not easy but it is possible. Please, believe that

The depths of my depression, I blatantly ignore. In an attempt to keep it hidden, I’ve even
welded shut that dark, dark door.
Yet inevitably, after continuous waxing, and with little wane. I am left fighting the under current,
wadding in the miasma, trying to ignore the pain.
Though sometimes, embracing the corruption, I let the darkness overcome me, to feed on my
vigor, vitality, and drive. For the deep abyss is oddly comforting, strangely enthralling and
dripping with, sweet, sweet lies.
O’ It would be so easy to let the nothingness consume me and succumb to it’s lofty promise of a
suffer-less void. To leave everything behind, as the Barker fills my hear with his calls of
everlasting “joy”.
As I start to feel weary, as I begin to give in, somehow I’m reminded, from somewhere down
deep with in. For surely it is not about me, it’s about my loved ones, my family, my friends, and
my kin!
So I stubbornly balk at the facade of lies, this mummer’s farce, the charlatans guise. Reaching
for the surface, again, and again… I try, and I try….