We are almost at September now
The autumn leaves
Brisk night time walks
And the warnings of winter approaching
This one is different
Because many are projecting mayhem
In all directions
And the desire to head someplace warm is beginning to fester
The ocean is a rejuvenation machine
The minerals sunlight and waves
Pushing into realizing how small you are
And perhaps encouraging you to let it all go
So it may all rebuild
Don’t trade the present for the future’s worries
You’re still a cluster feeder
With a look of concern on your face
Then a cry
Then a hiccup
Then bliss
Hard to even get up to write this but
I set myself up with this morning ritual and I wanna see how long I can ride it out
Rebuking the spirit of fear
What’s it all matter anyway?
What’s the update
I don’t know
I feel like I’m in the ocean letting go of the world
Or my invention within it
The illusion of control
Watching society swallow itself from a distance
Are you sure you want to do that?
You whisper from the sideline
Oh yes sir
We insist
At that point what do you do
But watch and let go
And think of the ocean
And a future off grid summer camp I could take you too to provide something like a normal childhood
The idea of masking you up or indoctrination doesn’t appeal
So we have to start thinking of alternatives
But not be stressed about it
You’re not even thirty days old
But you’re twice the size as you were a month ago
Long
The blue eyes hanging onto their hue
Chubby cheeks
Spitting up evidence of the cluster feed every so often
I picture you a little girl and I want you to have fields to dream in
And a future world worth bringing gifts too
I saw a New York post article that said Fauci and Biden are saying injections every five months are what they are projecting
Are people still cool with this?
Will you be attacked if you suggest that that seems totally insane?
Do we still live in a world where questioning that or those particular men
Gets you hated within an inch of your life?
I haven’t looked lately
Are the “righteous” out there saying everyone get their experimental government injection every five months and like it
And then do they applauded on social media for being responsible?
And “good” people for not questioning the government in any way shape or form?
Is this still the world we live in?
Wake me up when it’s over
I’d rather look at your burping face and think summer camp options in the apocalypse
The madness of the world can get you down if you let it
We need to find you a sport to obsess in
Are you a little fighter?
A yogi?
A distance runner?
A gymnast?
You seem athletic and serious
You already don’t like joking around as much as your daddy does
I’m a goof by comparison
And your mama only gets my jokes
Half the time
But that’s a quarter more than the rest of the world so we should do just fine
But yeah I’m gonna push to run across soccer fields
It’s fun seeing what your body can do in the realm of athletics
And the mind goes into disheveled lunacy without it
I been on some good runs lately
Running and lifting
And keeping some semblance of a dream together
Although I don’t even know what that is at this point or where it would go
I feel like there are certain things I can’t even consider until the world makes it’s dramatic shift this winter
You’ve never seen the snow
At this lifetime
One day we’ll go skiing
Taking runs down mountains fostering dreams
By the cool whip of motion
I can see you in a red snowsuit
With pizza skis trying not to fall
Drinking hot coco In the lodge
Outside in brooklyn I hear honks and sirens
And kids playing in the playground across the street
You’d never know life was under the attacks it’s under
If it weren’t for the masks and the media
And the traumatized look in certain people’s eyes
Yesterday I went to a protest and not many people had shown up
In France the fight for freedom is inspiring and being led by millions
Here in NYC nothing like that is occurring
Perhaps that will change in September when significant portions of society are no longer free to participate in shows restaurants movies gyms etc.
Perhaps then people will revolt or maybe not until they can’t go into grocery stores without government injections
Or perhaps not even then
At this point I feel like I said what i said and stand by it
My world burned down from my voice speaking out
Not sure what else I can do or say but observe where humanity wants to take this from here
I feel like my face will just mirror yours as I watch it go down
I’ll look bemused
And then concerned
And then like I have gas I need to eliminate
Then I’ll spit up
Then I’ll cry
And then I’ll smile
And repeat
The world is angling for slavery
And it is righteous to defend the oppressors
Stockholm syndrome on fleek as it were
Birds crickets and scorpions
But there is good news
Good news on the horizon
And your chubby cheeks hold the hue of salvation
I can’t wait to take you bowling
To watch you roll a thousand gutter balls until your first strike
That’s what it is to dream in this old world
Keep flinging that ball towards the pins of your vision
And even if you have a 7/10 split don’t let it stop you
We got couples counseling in 20 minutes
And then I’m gonna get my screen fixed and post up some of these blogs
Maybe it’s not too late for me to get a participation trophy at the summer camp of life
I get to feel good that I wrote when I didn’t feel like it. Finish my cold brew
And go look at your shining face of a thousand emotions changing like the hoof prints of the riders of the apocalypse
Maybe I’ll take you horseback riding
Someday
But that will put us on an even playing field
I’ve never ridden a horse apart from in the prairie of my mind
Giddy up child
Thank you for the dreams.