The Walk Back Home

  1. Start getting ready to grow as much food as possible, preferably far enough from the establishment that they won't bug you if/when that becomes illegal 2. Stop being extremely isolated unless you're seriously at risk or living with compromised people. The psychological & emotional ramifications of extreme self-isolation for elongated periods are dangerous on their & can create behavioral / trauma response patterns that will be passed down for generations, especially for people who are raising children and refusing to socialize them 3. Be aware of what your money is supporting and try to move away from the monetary system as much as possible before it's completely digitized. Develop skills like carpentry, gardening, or crafting that produce goods or services that can be bartered and exchanged. Start bringing more economic power to the people. 4. Learn how to discern fact from fiction and avoid herd mentality. Don't believe things just because it's the st...

 Every day I remain practicing the spoken word But I've heard I've interpreted the sound of choking dirt The vibrations of my incantations open Earth I split a fissure across nations as I calmly wrote this verse Note the worst always comes before the brightest dawn The curse hangs most heavy when it seems the light is gone Sad to see that there's no distinction between right and wrong In a world where the poor are pushed around like fighting pawns With the Queen watching on from the back of every coin Capitalists marching on, merciless and never knowing That the cost of a culture like this is ever growing Until we sever the serpent's head, it slithers slowly Through material realms, imperial helms equipped On the heads of soldiers riding greenbacks, holding whips Weaponizing your debt, come to collect before the ship Sails off to the sunset, leaving us dead & derelict. Where is this wonderful world heading so quick?

 Coping mechanisms? More like masochism If I take care tonight, then tomorrow's lacking wisdom But each day I pray that I can crack the schism The subject-object duality is a prison From which humanity has not yet risen Always asking ourselves what is and what isn't Wondering if God ever has a moment to listen To turn his ears and hear the best of our wishes In the sea you'll find plenty of fishes But in this galaxy there's only one mission An eternal attempt to balance opposite friction Yin and yang, a gang of forces locked in a war Struggling to determine which one came before The cosmic custodian unlocked the door And let this reality spill out on the floor. Could we ever ask for more?