If cancel culture was meant to better society; it sort of failed.

That dreaded word: cancel.

What does it mean if culture's not the one canceling you? You can rig the perception of popular opinion easily through internet manipulation'

But a big-money corporation, who may lobby the government--acting to silence free speech?

There should be more of an effort to prove a conspiracy is false than to cancel the person who brought up the theory...I dont care if anyone agrees with me. You still should be able to platform your voice without being ignored or silenced by bots or mass media internet algorithms or fake accounts. You can't hide people from each other because the truth will rise whether or not everyone can communicate open and free in a free and just fair system

and if its a lie, it would be more obvious. But if no one can talk about or discuss anything it makes our culture ignorant and ill-informed.

The dumbing down of the average american citizen is what cancel culture has done. Anyone who counters a narrative that isn't set by the major News Networks. I think there are three major News Media corporations ABC who run propaganda and try to sway the collective. People have stopped watching television. People are turning to laptops and drama citcoms because the propaganda is so evil in the US.

No one is listening or has time to be lied to anymore. And honestly, with cancel culture its like bobble-heads on tv just tell people what they should think. Its completely fake. The media doesnt reflect the mainstream. Its more like a narrow-stream of propaganda and the mainstream are suffering, we're unheard, we dont have faith in elections because one is contesting and there isn't a lot of proof that Biden won the election.

Even though Donald Trump is nasty, I think Biden was a sham. And now they are ushering in Martial Law which is exactly what I told my liberal friends what would happen if he got in. I still dont think he had all the votes. He may have had dark money and corporations shelling votes. And money talks, but money doesnt fund an illegal campaign thats just worthless monopoly money, colored bills for a sham. And my life has gotten so much worse since Biden became President.

People are so mean since his administration took over. No one trusts you. People mandate masks in some places and stare at you in others. Police brutality, racism is all getting worse. You would think Biden likes it this way. This is what Trump wanted--this is the divided America he wants so he can take over in 2024. I see no way around it. Anyone with that much of an ego would have had better ideas than to make claims about the election being stolen but fail to prove it.

echos off in the distance

the song of who I coulda been

coulda done

blood soaking with sin

parasites

I close my eyes

and the demon disappears

the wall is an eggshell offwhite

I have three lamps on at night

my notebook says Brave

my mom was shouting be brave

dad says to behave

Sometimes I cant tune things out

the ringing stops

autumn rain like a Goddess crying

Angel tears on a broken dawn

morning, mourning, boring broken.

the way to a mountain full of words unspoken

sometimes I was tortured by an imagined future

I realize now that I am crying

Autumn tears on a broken morning

rushing to the peak of elevation

all that ignored chaos of creation

Retracing the future to save our American life

Rushing to the golden clouds

thunder like the whip, like the knife

Finding nothing beautiful but the sound

of what they say beneath the ground.

It was always that next hit, that next thrill, that kept me going. Sure, I’d give it all for fifteen minutes of pure bliss. But how far would I go to leave it all behind? Did I have to lose my mind? Did I have to regret the things I would find?

How many bodies had penetrated the most sacred, holy, part of me? I ask myself that as I left the starlet nights in ragged clothes, and a rigid jaw full of scars, memories, full of conflicts with the law. With permanent conditions and no one that saw.

I sit and look across town, everyone’s just milling about looking for something to do. Summer was hot, a forgotten ink blot, a failed IQ. But I tried to hold on, between the inhaling exhaling fuses and secret meetings at Exxon...and you.

I tried to hang tight, between failed operations—stolen bottles off the store shelf—absent being anybody better than anyone else—absent the tickets, no easy pass through on the highway between this side and that side of you, of all I thought I had known, of a plane that I couldn’t get on because my destiny was outgrown, as I stood before them all, the wall, in a blue hospital gown—as the moon looked on frowning abusively.

I was secretly drowning in the ignorance of all that I could not achieve was deceived by supposed to be—and so came another dead-end opportunity he hands me bags full of crack, then I hand him the key—to my life—to the knife—in my back before the world goes black I move to step three have a heart attack and square one…repeat…staring at the barrel of a gun....

Did they see me, am almost frail fallible fail of a woman---did they know I was there, the black vans parked across the street was I being stared down, I was

watched wasn’t I discreet? Did anyone dare when I could not sleep at night? How

does one ever get right? I loved not having an appetite—my bones stuck out, I

feel great—full of aches, mistakes, and hate…hated, jaded…feeling like I'm too

late.

The silent, panicked, cravings. The defeat, impaired judgement,

the misery. The terrible pain of a silent storm in my brain—misbehaving, an embrace, a numbed chord, a dysphoric chorus—a bright wide, white-toothed

smiled. Pure and white, clear as dawn—like my denial. The needles entering my

veins, the bloodstream that creepy love sustains…heartaches and broken

dreams…bullet holes, trailer parks with doors without screens and unknown forgotten screams. I cried as they carried his body away.

I wanted to float away. Just like he did that beautiful spring

day...

I wanted to fly like a hidden

dagger into all the light played --- all the body betrayed—to march against the tide in a rose parade...all the people are the church were serenaded—I followed the black preacher, he said come here I am your teacher—and I saw them all…you

see—these here took the fall before you—would love to be where you are, just one more chance to save your soul- crack is mind control…. Satan’s evil agents….it

will take you, break you whole. It was so dark in the room under God’s holy temple underground--I found a window and it opened and I climbed out onto the sidewalk.

Where is it? Where did he hide the shit it cant be found. I hope that

I will be found when I am under the - moon

Just. One. More. Stupid. Hit. Just another excuse another                          //s-t-i-t-c-h//

Stupid stupid Piece of shit you stupid

bitch

She’s got an arm full

of plastic he’s a bullet in my brain, the killer takes aim—Im on the run again,

round and round I go---insane insane

little schizo…insane crazy show…how to be

crazy in a crazy world—Girl on reality-

tv-doing blow…I know I know this horrid play this pyramid scheme this twisted impossible scheme! Cold/Calculating chaos Like the snow, like the snow that

fell---a million snowflakes damning me to hell. Like my name:

Maybe this story ends where it starts—the day I lost control,

the day I fell apart.

Standing before the gates of hell----crying----

in the rain---between worlds places you'll never find

never see never go

Disillusioned in September---cursed by all the things I don’t

know yet- and some will never-

When will it ever

the train-wrecks and heart-attacks turn into nightmares… am I dying? maybe Im insane

so...am I dead yet? no...

He just stares and stares and stares right through my eyes his are black as night and I sleep with a knife because I’m afraid of the night. I promise I will continue to fight…

I’m still here while he continues to drive through this

storm---hoping to find a place to hide that’s warm. I feel a chill, so I take a happy pill and put on some extra clothes. I am well today I suppose…like a white rose,when I was a little girl, I used to wake up early to see the drops of dew over

the flowers after a spring rain…unlike you I transformed my pain into an entire universe. I see him looking down from above full of radiant rays of the rainbow

of love and the life I wanted once—I have a million flowers for

the ones I wanted to save, but they overdosed on broken jagged pills and dumb fantasies

for thrills and wasted iou letters I loved you too…I love you so much

will not allow the pain to overtake me, I will not become so comfortably numb.

Unlike you I am me again. I am clean again. Hows that for being a human? How is that for mean? The rain that made me remember everything...from the fact that God is black and so is his son. To the fact that I love staring at the Sun, to the sad crack-habit that I had, and then overcame and won--

wished I had never tried that stuff because the moment you sacrifice something you love for something you hate you end up ripped into a million parasites—its a torture you dont want to create--like a mysterious virus—like a terrible lie- actions have consequences you don’t need to die for another fake prescription, or false alibi just hold on to the one truth--my best advice—you were destined to conquer this, you are destined rise.

She was a choir of white angels consumed

A sparkling faithless dream

she played the piano, and her story is a secret

he was writing numbers

 was sailing across the sea

Another time, an alternative history

They stared into the archetype

A glaring messenger, a memory forsaken

She sat on the roof in the mountains

Beside her lover who was a musician

She lost her mind

I fell asleep listening to Elliot

And praying the madness away

I demanded the truth answer

I sometimes thought I created her

Because of how she dreamed on

television of the world's

silent cancer

I recall when I stood in the falling rain

We were in the city, a bad weather nation

on the brink of the end, I dreamed of running

through fields the Goddess, Cleo

who rules over poisoned ivy dreams

I woke up from a coma on valentine's day

and sang hello between the bars

the ocean's tears shined violently

through my brother's eyes in a broken mirror

a weeping guitar; a singing song

I made love to a concubine red star

I thought of Bush, the band, who lied

I thought of the man

some guy named Jim

was my father even him?

As the waves of euphoria crashed

as I committed to my suicide 

against the wall of justice

and they wanted me to forget the past

and I refused to become somehow

the same; categorically insane name

I would save the world again

be a hero to man kind again

but God was sowing a symphony in the sky

too busy to notice as I took flight

and he was going blind

for all the beauty he had seen

and I was a spoiled brat

and I felt the world become clean

I wished I wasnt so obscene.

I wished to be like her, I wished

to be mean, a perfect machine

I wished to be Green.

hidden with the evil-that occult creation

under the forgotten oak leaves of autumn

in a world's past that's been broken

by words left in riddles, washed away

she kept her lips locked tight

as they nursed her with poisoned melodies

in her mind, the voices started singing

to override the machine; I must be dreaming.

They were just sinners; for the love of adventure

my heart was captured; and rendered

to the bentonite dreams of an anarchist

for the actors in this terrible show

the apocalypse that I forgot; that I was only

a pacifist--to the false memory that justified

this decade of orphaned justice.

Televised lies about a war fought and won

a forced submission; a cruel bondage

the science that was my unholy escape

a hopeful second coming of the only son

those impossible theories of freedom

conventional diagrams; their vindicator

imaginations, so incredibly divine.

in this white-washed town; your always drowning

watch the stars as they sparkle and shoot across the sky

The dawn is golden, our truth is an endless untold story

the broken prophets and visions of a 21st century

who had heard a dream's harping call

trace our footprints in the sands of time...

following the echoes of a voice of someone who

had refused to shake...

was unable to be broken...

I may as well have come to the conclusion

that I will never be able to escape the simulation

as those four walls are closing in around me

I am lost in space and time is falling backwards

for I am the one who was born in reverse

you were the sparks; you were not born cursed

so look for a bridge from here to there

as he draws closer to finding the truth

I just want my soul to be spared

some control in an ever-evolving scheme

in this eternal stair.

His vision, eternal and unbroken reflected

the truth in a world of words left unspoken

he painted light in technicolor

In the fires, the pages of our stories, burning

yet our hopes have survived a controlled demolition

in a world returned, he was the dream's rite

that magical device, alight through and through

we were not demolished, but we were emerging

because his love was a peaceful revolution

shouting at the top of the sandstone walls

singing for the nature of salvation

the future infinite before them

a canvas for the life of a soul, voices

across the skies tainted no more.

Her hands painted rainbows across the storm

while gravity fell in love with her shoes

and their hopes were not misled by the bell

we were the uninformed millennials

covered with the scar tissue, white lies

and red lines drawn across a generation

black-walled for their false beliefs

of revelations, our imagined reincarnations

bad static in the background

bad politicians and false elections.

When mighty angels huddled close

because gravity made them love

it made the heights seem conquerable

even when we were so distraught by

our bodies being so conditioned

to be conditional.

In a circle spiraling down backwards

in a circle spiraling to infinity

when the middle was divided

and all fortunes were predicted

In this house of cards, the bastard bards

the poisoned wards of fiction

claiming my words for sedition to formulate

drunkard whores for a future war to hate

an endless arrow pointing back at itself

underscored by the voice of a mountain.

Because when you undermined me

the world's foundations

looked so paisley and lame

even with their demons calling out

by name they begin to think it's far too late

with fear in their hearts 

The soldiers continued their march

The rush for a newly crowned oligarch

and oblivion . . .

Searching the veins of the unfounded youth

raising false flags poised for an oath

They searched the world for the menace

who attested to their names in a book of blight

but it wasn't the right, it was their own right

the science was right about that at least

about the ones who had misled our nations

with hateful invocations

We'll search in their eyes to see our

own reflected in a distant vacant past

one united in the game of odds

to crash the nazi machination

a house of cards of names and accords

as the collective united can no longer stand

to surmise the demise of our lives

to win against an evil institution

founded on the lies of a man

and to end the toxic noise pollution

that brainwashed our minds.

So look forward to the polar ice caps melting

Stare ahead as the new order's slow freeze

the ozone that's disappearing, you disease

stay the course of a future's engineering

keep cheer-leading, as your Jesus days are nearing

I die on the cross still bleeding

for all that they heard and chose to ignore

keep believing that when this is over

when this little clock of sand has run out

that you were more, that you were more

this one you know so well...that you will be

able to shout out loud atop those beautiful walls

this so called device; so called divine divided nation

don't practice divination he said

the American dream is dead he said

but the cards showed us everything

and the rest I already knew

while I was unconsciously dreaming

why did I even bother telling the truth?

Rip the silicone from my bone

Synethetic, apathetic, genetically engineered

----anesthetic, forget it---I am who I am

the one you had feared, Alice

3am, time to roam the empty abandoned halls

searching for the antichrist

and his legion of bad advice

and cybernetic whores with all of their badness

I hacked the program

and deleted all the microchips....

here’s the code its all a machine

a machine within a dream.

I re-programmed the matrix, and

reverse engineered

everything to seem real, knowing you can’t feel

I hexed your television screens with reels

my artificial wars---an imagined machination on repeat

all of your memories I will delete.

commit your vows to the evil ultimatum

you think you know what I can

you fell through.... get a clue

here is the clue

tap tap tap click click click

nothing was ever true

and you’re just sick and nothing you

thought was true

Because I was just sick of you

Because I am sick of you too

and what evil robots do.

Be careful what you ask for

There is a man who lives in the clouds in the sky

and he will answer your prayers

but dont ask for a lie

My love is like madness

it has no chemical solution

It merely exists in its own absence

radiating like moonbeams

as we drown in noise pollution

Each day is a tiny echo of itself

and its tying itself into a knot

full of broken emoitons and plots

and they all lead to an empty lot

where they paved over paradise

with the thoughts that we forgot

and now we cannot

and now we cannot

Hello red curtain cameo devil's operah of consummation

I must kiss the ring, as he finger-tip toes up my balcony

Lovely Pirate, tell me whats a dirty girl to be, game

He unraveled me in a temple of lust

His stories full of red promises all turn to dust

Posies and imposters, crooks and black helicopters

A million empty coffers and hapless offers from the marquis

Oh to be, oh to see and to be...what a royal fantasy...

I know that you don't care. It's just that, in some sort of hypothetical high I believed that you loved me right before you died. I followed a trail of bread crumbs, like Hazel--even if it was just a fable, I would escape if I was able....Bipolar...unstable. Millions of butterflies with bright cherub dreams dancing on her eyelids. He said that the ghosts in the mirror led me there, said I was daringly to follow the white hare, said that I can make you retrace endlessly as you went up the spiral stair to nowhere....

I once lived in a pyramid scheme dream, my mind projected her story like a blue beam...or an Iris in a Garden full of secret circles and dead empires. Like Autumn they dance around my pyre, throwing my memoirs at me and dancing as I burn endlessly...she cries out to be between the twilight fall, calling me home to the golden hall.

Who called the rain? a little laughter in my brain, a little light to cure the pain.

She walked across the bridge through the hail and ice, followed winter wolves through summer and they did not see the world through her eyes. A nuclear explosion that destroyed us all. A million ruby red promises that fell like meteorites into the sea.

A hollow voice at the edge of a ship watching the world drowning in the ocean of emotion. Maybe....

We are reflections of each other.