Why are writers so obsessed with dystopia?!

I cannot for the life of me understand why apocalyptic media is so entrenched in our movies and tv shows. The whole idea of “the world has fallen and now humanity relies on seven people in a bunker who have to fight each other for cans of beans and a biscuit” is not only stupid beyond reason, but it is against human nature!!

Humans are at their best in groups, we are social animals! We’ve managed to tame apex predators such as wolves and through genetic modification made them the dogs they are today! Next time you complain about GMOs let it be known your pet pug is a GMO! You wouldn’t want anyone to talk crap about lil Pugsley, why are you?!

The idea of humans being savage without some big government to keep them in line is libertarian nonsense! Leave it to the folks who are ashamed of being called republicans (when that’s what they are) to imagine a world of Bunker Bills bum fighting each other when they could work together.

If I had the ear of everyone in the entertainment business, I would say this: Stop imagining the apocalypse and the dystopia, start imagining the revolution and the rebuilding!!

Till next time!

On Aliens…

As you all may know, aliens apparently exist! They’re a picky bunch of tourists, though-they only visit America for some reason!

The military is up in arms about it. They don’t like it when you come in peace. They’d rather the visitors come out their ships snarling and growling curses and insults like white people in a Spike Lee Joint! The ultimate fear of colonizer nations; that something bigger than them comes along and treats them like they treat everyone else.

They spread warnings and fearmonger as if the visitors are gonna vote Trump or something. If only they showed as much concern over white supremacists in the military and police ranks. THAT is the invasion I want quashed!!

I have no idea if aliens mean us harm or not. But I do know they probably lock their spacecraft up when they fly by DC. If ever there was a worse hive of scum and villainy…

Till next time!

My friend Ty

When we first met, he was shy. So shy that he’d run away at the sight of me. I kept it up, saying hi, how are you, and eventually fear gave way to curiosity…

Weeks went by, and he got more accustomed to my presence. He stopped running away from me, and would watch me for a bit. Then, he started coming over. It was exciting seeing him become friendly I must admit. I took to naming him Ty. He never told me what he called himself…

Then one day, Ty came to visit me in my home. He looked around warily, walking circles in my kitchen. He tried some of the food, had a little water, then out the door. Dad was surprised he came in at all! I told him Ty wants to live with us. He said he wants him to get checked out before he can get a room.

A day later, Ty has been cleared, save for a one day quarantine-he had a lil something! I can’t wait to show him off to the rest of the family…

Welcome to the family, Ty!

My Little Blue Flower-A Tale of Love and Loss

My little blue flower, growing in the dirt,

I like help it grow, keep it from getting hurt.

Brave little blue flower, bracing for the dusk

I’ll be back tomorrow with a water husk.

Poor little blue flower, among a field of weeds

Got to keep it healthy, its my hope and creed.

Helpless little blue flower, struggling in the night

Not sure it will make it, to the next day’s light.

Poor shriveled blue flower, dying ‘mongst the thorns

Why can’t I help it? Am I just to mourn?

Miss my little blue flower, more than you will know

Asked Death to bring it back, all Death said was no.

Forgive me little flower, I did more harm than good

Will I see you grow again, among the thorny wood?

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Where have I been? A brief explanation…

It has been months since my last official poetry post, I know. I’m still alive, don’t worry. Just been working on some big projects for the blog. Two projects, to be exact…

The first is a serious story with diesel punk inspirations. It takes place during a war between fictional nations. Four men from one nation are sent to secure a refinery, a task that will take them from a mine-strewn No Man’s Land to bombed out towns and bandit territory, testing the mettle of the four soldiers in ways they never wanted to be tested…

The second is a reboot of Tom and Vince. The idiotic duo make their return in a new universe with new friends and rivals, even! It’ll be a party-if they can find a way out of the garden of some sky-dwelling prick calling himself God…

These stories are taking a bit of work (especially the first one) and I will try to fill in the silence with poetry and whatever else I can. Till next time, everybody!

To Live

To live

Is to struggle

Every breath

Is a theft.

Every day a beginning

To make it through one, a miracle.

To live is violence

No matter how you shake it.

There are winners—

And losers—

In it all.

For one victory,

Ten defeats.

To live is beautiful,

Despite the carnage.

Life weaves a tapestry

The enfolds our entire lives.

Immortal’s Lament

You saw me weeping

Down by the roadway,

Clutching my heartstrings

Wanting to feel again

You went and showed me

The light in my darkness

While I was knowing

I’d have to bury you.

Sorry for taking

So long to come back

Your children are lovely

And look at how tall you’ve grown.

I’ll tell my new friends

Good things about you

They’ll never meet you

I had to bury you.

What is worth leaving behind?

People are always talking about leaving a legacy—

A testament to their history, their accomplishments.

The worst try to subvert truth and make themselves look like saints

And, depending on their wealth and status, they succeed.

Some want their legacy to be known not by tales, but deeds—

A great act, or a terrible crime.

Making a mark on the world that lingers on, becoming legend.

What should we leave behind—

Tales, or deeds?

Should it be both?

And what if we have nothing to leave?

Sketchy Things

I haven’t been writing as much as I used too. You’re aware of that, I’m aware of that, and I apologize.

The main reason for my lack of writing is because I have taken a renewed interest in sketching. Here’s two of my works as follows…

This is a clown mercenary/goddess of chaos in human form. Her name is Loona (pending a better name).
This one is my newest (and my first attempt at shading). There is a light source from the right that is supposed to be illuminating her. This is Michiru the Guillotine btw…

What do you all think of my art? Would you like me to share more? Let me know. Till next time!