Day 142 – The World Loves A Beautiful Arsonist

I was born buried deep in the snow
I was born gripped tightly in chains
I learned to build raging fires
but the sting of the iron remains

The world loves a beautiful arsonist
The world loves a singer of flames
It celebrates those who can set it ablaze but
It notices nothing of chains


Day 137 – Silence

there is a cosmos in our silence;

to sit quiet with you is better
than speaking for hours
with anyone else

the world, pressing for content,
turning thought to data to excess,
a machine of produced community,
forgets to earn,
forgets how to guess

and we, in silence, auction off our places in the race,
buy back our costly solitude
to break in half and share

we are worth more than
what comes out of our mouths

Day 100 – Lifeblood

We were born in a world
that promised us love,
that preached us backyard summers,
that taught us the value of honest work

We were born in a world
that fed us cinema,
that baited us with dreams it spun,
that led us to the brink and let us go

Come to find,
love’s a scheme we can’t afford
Come to find,
our honest work is not enough
Come to find,
we don’t deserve the things
we selfishly assumed
that we had every right
to desire

And so we are a generation spoiled by
ideology that we did not approve;
now we are a congregation ruled by
technology that we did not invent

Yet we’re the ones who have to fix the system,
the honest work for which they trained us up-
and we don’t have
any lifeblood
to spare.

Day 97 – Phoenix Times

these are phoenix times, young friends,
the burning of the wilds-
when we make the rules with our fingers
tracing through the ashes
of what they tried to hold

we are rising

enflamed with the questions,
forsaking the answers
we were taught
we were fed
we were brutalized by

and there is no failure for us,
there is no dousing the fires we are lighting
for we do not walk the safe paths as directed,
we do not follow those blinding lights

we are a new resolution
men and women ungoverned;

we were born into this world
and we’re burning it down

Day 26 – World

The world is tailored for extroverts;
but I’m not sorry you’re not one.

Though you speak with just your eyes
I hear you.

You don’t wear your face
like a billboard.
You don’t strut,
you don’t cry out
’til you’re alone.

You’re frustrated by weddings and
but I see
your gears turning
for something.

You are under no obligation
to entertain.
You don’t pay for your worth
in nuance.
You don’t need to earn a place
in someone’s mind.
And you don’t
play by the rules
of a rigged game.

You were not shouting,
but when I asked,
you spoke.

I can’t imagine
your beautiful world.