Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Death Star (A song I made up while watching a movie)

The Death Star is coming!

Your world is going to die.

Your world is dead. Your world is dead.

Dead! Dead! DEAD!

What is this?

Here comes...




(Those Rebel scum!)


Death Star: Beams engage.

Death Star: guidance on lock!

Those Rebel scum! 


Attack! ATTACK!

What is this?

Here comes...




(Those Rebel scum!)

Saving the Universe from evil Sith.

Luke is determined.

Leia is a leader.

Chewie is an Honorary Jedi.


Death Star: Malfunctioning.

Death Star: Corrupted core.

Death Star: Exploding!

Friday, November 13, 2020


The chatter on the internet waves,
Bickering over angry emotions.
Memes that are more funny than they should be,
A sense of loss among ourselves.
And all it takes is self-control to see and observe,
That the whole system is flawed.

I don't care,
Who hears this.
I don't care who knows this.
But I hope it's everyone.
If I'm the survivor and not the savior,
I can finally lay down my sword.

As long as they put theirs down first.

Let's face it:
Politics is for comfortable ones right now.
We, the true people,
The ones who have been misunderstood,
Or oppressed,
Or not being taken as first-class citizens,
We need to change it by actually running.

Not running from anything.
I'm talking about winning office.
AND then not corrupting.

Like the higher authorities who do very little,
Except make an appearance on TV,
They continue to play the game.
Instead of destroying it.
From the foundation up.

Because greed is villainous.
I know who I'd trust with power,
And it's not them.

There are a few good ones out there,
These are the local politicians, mostly.
But they have little power to give.
The TRUE antagonists,
Have big power to take,
As they won't surrender willingly.
They'd rather we all be in home prisons,
And few.

I wonder why the poorest don't rob the richest every single night?
Until equilibrium.

That only seems fair.

My gripe is the job of holding office is too prestigious.
The ones that run for high office have stars in their eyes,
And trust me,
I know a lot by the entertainment industry who actually loves what they do,
And who forgot what brought them into it in the first place.

So I ask you to ask yourself:
What are you doing that is actually making a difference?
Is it really stepping into the shoes of those that make a difference,
For a spotlight moment or two?

I know what I do is barely anything.
At least it feels that way.
I can study and ace political science, history.
I can realize the power in myself.
How the few take care of the many.
How I'm taken care of,
How you're taken care of.
How I'm number 2 and you're number 2,
Or I'm number 3 and you're number 4.
Or I'm zero and you're number 1.
How neither of us is given personal care.
How nobody is special and everyone is similar.
How afraid we've been told,
To be of taking care of ourselves,
And not to be personal with everyone.
To stop talking politics, religion, and sex.

Without further adieu,
I'm independent of any representative system.
I'm independent of any belief except my own.
I think about sex a lot.

Saturday, August 1, 2020


I want more time.

I want to keep making art.

I want to get better at it.

I want to not have to think about eating because I'm hungry.

I want relationships to be easier.

I want to have more energy as I age.

I want to let little things slide more.

I want to be more honest.

I want to be unapologetic about how I am.

I don't want to have anxiety in groups.

I want to have the option of not seeing advertising.

I want to stay a cityboy but still hold onto old-world values.

I want to spend more time creating.

I want to be a professional wrestler for a day.

I want less politics in the news.

I want less tribes and more unity.

I want writing to be read.

I want more people to work less hours.

I want more people to be able to spend time with the ones they love.

I want to go to space sooner than later.

I want to explore the universe.

I want to make friends with every species there is.

I want the dead to hear me.

I want to bring back the extinct.

I want a Utopia.

I want others to be okay with that.

Thursday, July 16, 2020


Stand in line,
For the newest upgraded phone.
Or the hottest chicken waffle restaurant.
We are told to follow these orders.

The line is where we must stay.
We have become numbers,
That wait in line patiently to be called.

"Number 400!",
We proceed with a smile on our face.
We're no longer with those waiting.

We've moved past them.

Few have had the courage,
Towards original thoughts or movies.
Maybe you, dear reader.

Maybe you.
At least, I hope it's you.

A word that brick and mortar ignore. 
Retail brings things to your door.
To get good chicken waffles,
You must wait 30 minutes standing in line.

What am I?
An actor!
A stand-in!

Of course,
I must work for my bread.
Unlike those lucky ones,
Disillusioned paying for premium.
It's all made for pennies.
But what do they care?

The real winners are the profiteers.

Spiritual Nourishment lines? 
First In. First Out.
Doesn't matter who's hungrier.
Bribe them so we don't have to wait!
"But are we that powerful?"

At least standing in line makes us ready for a new Depression.
Waiting in lines.
For subpar clothing.
Mediocre food.
Pre-recorded events.
Mass-produced groceries.

A Stand-In needs a Stand-Up.
Time is valuable. 
Standing in line as status:
Go where everyone else goes.

But make it seem glamourous.

It makes better sense,
If we were to...
Stand in line for charity.
And not be unique by it.

Stand in line,
Side by side,
For equality.

Saturday, June 13, 2020


The ones like you who believe you are not the same,
You face consistent disappointment.

You're a snowflake but you're also water,
It's nature.
Guess what?
We're electrical.
But it's all bio-mechanical.

When you've seen one you've seen them all.

During these times of horror,
You're worried about money.
And you're in your 40s.
Who cares?
You dress like you're punk rock.

It's middle-class suburbanite.
Looking for the limelight.
Closest you've gone to rebel,
Is sleeping in on weekends.

You're home alone,
Sick and tired - scared.
Do you think anyone really cares?

No one cares about you,
You care about being together.
So we use that against you.

We know you're home right now,
In these uncertain times, we say.
It's more important than ever,
To keep movement strong.
But the only way we can do that is we keep,
Destroying your foundation together.

Together we continue,
And we can continue,
Not being there for you.

Even when the biggest fail,
Companies or organizations that give up on you.

I won't.
Because I'm not afraid of getting hurt again.

Your society,
Abandoned you.
They don't want you.

So what are you gonna do?

Cry like a baby?
Go online and make a posting?
It does nothing!

I don't wanna see,
I don't wanna leave.
I don't wanna fear anything.

I don't wanna do what you did to me,
What I'll do to you is gonna hurt you,
Like it hurt me.