Rats, Pigs and Greed

Rats in the ceiling.
Lungs keep wheezing.
Give us back that easy feeling.
Nothing going on here.
We’re rotting.
Decaying.
And no one’s saying,
“Hey man,
Here’s a way out.”

So we lie here fuming.
Self-consuming.
Body shaking.
Mind aching.
Staring at the roof,
Looking for some truth
About life
In an age of pigs and greed.

Tech’s got us losing our minds.
Trouble’s all we find.
The world’s too much.
We’ve all lost touch.
Stupidity.
No calm.
Thoughts gone nuclear,
And there’s no way
We can disarm.

So fuck this.
I’m out!

Dream for all seasons

When we close our eyes,
And clear our senses,
When the blanket of night
Covers the land,

We can drift away.

We can float into the clouds,
Dive to the deepest depths
Of the ocean floor,
Become the winds of springtime,
Or the falling leaves
From autumn trees.

We can feel
The warmth of summer days,
Or skate freely
Across the frozen lakes of winter.

Within our dreams
We are free.

The power to imagine,
The ability to wander
Beyond the boundaries
Of the waking world,

Cannot be taken from us
By greed,
Or hatred,
Or the darkness
That a few carry within them.

For those who live only
Through greed and hatred
Are not truly free.

They are prisoners
Of their own minds,

While we,
With our eyes closed,
Can soar with eagles.

The ‘Follow Your Dream’ Fairytale

Daily writing prompt
What’s your biggest dream?

It is slightly different terminiology,
However,
I don’t subscribe
To that way
Of thinking.

I don’t believe,
“You’ve gotta follow your dream.”
Is a particularly healthy life plan.

It sounds wonderful.
However,
It is the sort of garbage,
Disney has been selling
For generations.

But whoever decided
That every young person
Must have a dream,
Then dedicate
Their precious years
To pursuing it,
Was selling
A fairytale.

Don’t set the few years you have
Upon a self-destructive trajectory,
Chasing a life
That may be
Unrealistic,
Unattainable,
And impossible
To measure.

Perhaps the person
Who first told you
To follow your dream
Bought the same
Horse-shit themselves
Years before.

I wonder if they ever
Reached theirs?
Perhaps there is
A better way.

Set a goal.
A small one.
Make it achievable.
Make it real.
Make it measurable.

Know where
You’re going.
Identify the milestones
That tell you
You’re getting there.
Then begin.

I did this recently.

I wanted to improve
My writing.
Nothing more.
So I wrote.
For hours.
And hours.
I experimented.
I failed.
A lot.

But slowly,
I improved.
Short-term goal achieved.

Then came
Another thought.

Now that I can do this,
Perhaps I should make
A book.
A logical place
For all those words
To live.

Something to leave for my family
After I am gone.

But I didn’t know
How to make one.
So,
I learned.

Another goal.
Another process.
Another collection of mistakes.

Until eventually,
Short-term goal achieved.

I self-published two books.
A third is on its way.

Perhaps
They’re not great.
Perhaps they are.

That isn’t really
The point.
I did it.
I made something exist
That didn’t exist before
I started the process.

There was no
Lofty dream.

No,

“I shall become
A famous author!”

No,

“I shall be
The next Stephen King!”

Because that,
Is fantasy.

And worse,
It’s a destination
Over which
I have almost no control.

But writing?
I can do that.

Using my imagination?
I can do that too.

Improving?
I can work towards that.

Finishing a book?
I can measure that.

Publishing it?
I can learn how to do that.

So perhaps
Don’t follow your dream.

Follow
The next achievable thing.
Learn something fun.
Make something.
Finish something.
Then decide
What comes next.

Keep your feet
On the ground.
Keep your mind
Joyfully occupied
With things that bring
Personal satisfaction.

And if,
After enough
Small accomplishments,
You turn around
And discover
You’ve travelled far further
Than you expected,
Wonderful.

But don’t sacrifice
The life
You actually have
For some imagined life
You believe
You’re supposed
To reach.

Live today.
Make something today.
Enjoy something today.
Because tomorrow…

Was never
Part of the guarantee.

Villainy

Daily writing prompt
What villain actually had a good point?

The villain within
Always makes
Convincing arguments.

It exists
As contrast,
Whispering darker words
To challenge
The lighter ones.

Without that inner villain,
How would we recognise
True evil
When it stands before us?

The Devil’s advocate
Lives quietly
Within us all,
Not to command,
But to tempt.

Our moral compass
Is not measured
By the darkness we hear,
But by the direction
We choose to walk.

Manifesto of Withdrawal

The world is hurting,
Everywhere, darkness now exists within the light,
People are lost,
The Earth is being devoured by the greedy,
Like crows stripping flesh from a carcass.

I’m drifting away,
Isolating, spending more time within imagination,
It’s for my own survival,
There’s nothing civil about civilisation anymore.

I am Fruit Loops

In life, creative people are often referred to as fruit loops,
But that is okay.
Fruit loops are well-rounded,
Full of colour, have excellent taste,
And are rich in character.
They can blend into their surroundings,
While adding their own vibrant presence.

At first, they may seem hard,
But time reveals their softness.
You never quite forget them;
Their sweetness lingers after they’re gone.

Because their explosive, colourful lives are often brief,
They are gone too soon.
Yet in the wake of their absence,
They leave the bland brighter,
The ordinary more interesting,
And the world richer than before.

Ice Castles

Humanity has placed creativity in stasis,
Imagination lost to technological prostration,
The slow deprogramming of individualism,
The slow programming of conformity,
A world where colour is no longer financially viable,
Home is a small safe white featureless existence,
Where we live laugh love,
Like a programmed flock of electric sheep,
A hive mind sharing one unspoken mantra,
Obey.