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

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

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

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.

The Mad Pathfinder

Most of my poems are dark & depressing, but i wanted to start off on a happier note so i decided to upload the first poem i wrote that wasn’t about suicide, haha. Thankfully, i can now laugh at that. I do that not to make light of the matter, but simply to show, it is possible to make it through a day, a lifetime, of depression & anxiety, and addiction no matter how hopeless & useless it may seem in the Moment.
The Muse strikes, when & where, the muse will strike

Do not resist, oh dear no, do not clamp tight

The levees may fill, do not fret, the levees Must break

Release the Spring, now flow forth, release the flood gate

Fear not, these new freshets of imagination, fear not, their mighty wake

For now, sprouting torrents, raging towards an uncertain fate

For now, Mad Pathfinder, take me to that tranquil trance like State