The Ship: a poem

We find ourselves on a shipDrifting through an endless oceanNo one can swimNo one can steerYet we follow a steady course We find ourselves on a sinking shipTaking on the ocean’s waterThe port men scurry about with their bucketsBailing out the waterSearching for the leak The starboard men, of their own free will,Take their bucketsContinue reading “The Ship: a poem”

Furious Typing: a poem

Sitting at his old typewriterRaised a lover, turned a fighterFueled by rage, tapping keysSudden thoughts, desperate pleas “Dying people on a dying Earth,choked by those with high net worth,hold a simple, moral rightFacing death, stand up and fight Planet killers, hold your breathWatch your back, merchants of deathGreedy ones, know your fateThe people will retaliateContinue reading “Furious Typing: a poem”

Things Might Be Better, But They’re Still Bad [and that’s difficult to accept]

Sometimes people work really hard to improve themselves. It is difficult, and there are setbacks. Let’s take alcohol as an example. A person might drink to a point of drunkenness three times per week, on average. They might recognize this as unhealthy, and they might consider their hangovers to be preventing them from doing whatContinue reading “Things Might Be Better, But They’re Still Bad [and that’s difficult to accept]”