One Million

Had difficulty sleeping last night due to a slight cold. But also dreamt that I was composing nearly one million stories in my head. I saw groupings of words form sentences and sentences form paragraphs and paragraphs form whole novels. It felt overwhelming but engaging nonetheless.

Hello There

Hello there
Future
Generations
Please forgive us
Our
Decadence
And Greed
Went on and on
Unchecked
Do not hate us
There was no one to teach us otherwise (or alternatives)
The few that existed
Weren't promoted at all
By our governments because
Our governments chose
Profits over Humanity
Poison over Longevity
Toxins over Care
War over Love
Please forgive us
For making a mess
Of things
Forgive but
DO NOT
Forget!
Future Generations
You
Know
What You
Must Do
We too knew lots & lots
About how to turn things
Around for Good. But we stalled it all.
Materialism became our Mantra.
FUTURE GENERATIONS PLEASE
DO WHAT YOU MUST DO!!
We'll be behind You.
Guiding & saluting.

Material(ism)

Fuck
Your
Materialism
In its
Arse
Go
On
And just
Fuck it
Already

Certainty

There is no "death." Death is a collective delusion. Nor is there an end to anything. Transformation is more of a certainty than death.

Portion

From my sketchbook.

Loyalty

"There is no friend as loyal as a book." -Ernest Hemingway

Dream