muse

The dominant global muncher of markets is addicted to war

Addicted to the stock market

“Sell more weapons!”

Becuase remember…

War is peace! 

*Americans Cheer*

We preach democracy and freedom

We practice ethnocide and murder

It’s disgusting - blatant 

& how lucky to have the NYT wrap & re-wrap to suit *The* narrative

Keep us strapped… literally. 

Keep the money flowing

Kill more people - for ‘justice’; ‘peace’

Can we collectively wake up?

And for fucks sake - 

It is rare: intimacy.

The kind that tears me open - gasping

Current coursing through my body 

Adjacent fear building dams

What if?

I daydream; wanting 

Could it be enough, what was?

I crave the feeling 

The deep, unspoken; sexy as hell 

Magic 

How does one get used to the feeling

A soft “no thanks”

A hard ghost 

How does one maintain 

The confidence

The humility 

The motivation 

The feeling rips

Healing begins

It then re-opens; unexpected

Leaving a scar

To remind you of the unavoidable;

at long last; relief

finding yourself [smiling, eager, balanced, attuned]

with a tiny itch

I heard some news that brought vibration through my body

An unsettled twinge of pain

"He's irrelevant", I say on repeat.

My body reacting, my mind repelling.

The advice from anyone and everyone swirling in patterns of 'should'

Per usual, I want to do it my way.

I’ve been less “in it”; emotional

My urge to write dwindling 

The pain less urgent, consuming 

A sense of gratitude 

Impossible 

Can we really disassociate?

I tried to withhold as to “protect my heart”

But I am me

I tried to be angry because someone said I “should” be 

Is anger not just immaturity?