Waking up here alone at 612 am
You your mama are sleeping at your grandmas in the city
And I plan on taking advantage of the morning by painting after I write you
I’m motivated these days
Housed in the opportunities floating around us
Like dust in sun beam window
You grab for them all
But never quite touch or hold any of them
So much of ambition for me
Has always seemed slightly out of reach
And yet I’ve had real success at points
Though not enough to just be idle
And I’ve certainly challenged the status quo
To come through and challenge me back.
Sitting here alone makes me realize what a blessing
Both you and your mama are
How much love I have waking up every morning
None of it is really lost on me
And all of that adds to the hustle
The space is nice for a moment
Like a shift in perspective
And it’s nice cause it’s coming not from any breakdown with us
But more just lining up with what is natural
To extended family dynamics
I got the car seat
And made sure it was buckled in in the back
Thinking now about how months before
That was another puzzle amongst the many puzzles
New parents must cobble together
(Here in cobble hill)
Now it’s old hat
I know how to rock a car seat
I know how to burp my baby girl
And I get excited when a big one comes
Rubbing your low back
Lightly rocking you up and down
Your tiny hands grabbing around my neck
Patting your upper back
Then rubbing your lower back again
A big one comes (maybe with a bunch of milk though less and less these days)
And we get excited
I laughed and said to your mama
I bet we get excited because we know that if she burps
She’ll be relieved
And she will give us more peace
Your mama laughed and said I bet you’re right
It’s funny the things you think about and the shifts that occur
When you’re a young parent.
It’s a shame society
Or the porn industry
Or social media’s endless rotation
Of titillating information
Angles people away from
The experience of having kids
And family
It’s becoming an increasingly absurd thing to attempt
Day by day
The darkness that exudes from masked up faces
Impending riots we are being threatened with again
Some calling for bloodshed in NYC
If a trial goes a certain way
The media stoking up racial division again
Like the Joker in a Batman cartoon
A psychopathic entity
Which is motivated to formulate chaos
For the sake of it
Because who knows why?
The only thing that makes sense is a giant portion of society is tapped into an evil spirit
The devil feeding instructions to the masses
By means we can’t see or understand
Without making allegiance known
To said dark forces
We praise a Jesus every morning here
We rebuke demonic entities on the daily
That’s how we roll
And we are being airlifted out of this chaos
It’s just a matter of time
You can call someone crazy for attaching an evil agenda
To results which look exactly like an evil agenda
But one is merely deducing these things
By the measure of the elimination of cognitive dissonance
And keeping the sovereignty of their mind
As priority over the flimsy agenda based narrative the media reports
Paul Stanley wrote on Twitter how he was flabbergasted people in Kansas City or wherever were wearing yellow stars
Comparing these days to Nazi Germany
Paul was offended
How dare they was the tone
His own young daughter just vaxxed
Was posted up on the post before flashing a card and a bandaid
Gene Simmons rhetoric is even more in line with big pharma
Calling anyone not getting the shot
An enemy of the people
Ironic that they don’t see how this energy
Could evolve to a place every bit as dark as those yellow stars
I view it as a warning
Not that we are in yellow star territory now
But that we heading in that direction
We are separating people
And classifying them
We are calling large segments of society enemies
Of the people and saying that they shouldn’t have rights
The cognitive dissonance of them acting offended as people theatrically point out the direction we are heading in is crazy
And how this whole thing operates
Like being disallowed to use the word segregation
When describing segregation
What a time to be alive
So strange that those heroes from my youth
Are so aligned with this agenda
That makes no sense and has no proof
I wonder if it’s down to people with tons of success want to protect the status quo
Because the status quo is giving them a comfortable life
If the evil veins those foundations are built on
Are really revealed
Then the whole thing will come tumbling down
Your mama made a poster for our new podcast
The Propaganda Police
It’s my face and Mark’s face
Super imposed on two cartoon cops
Holding up papers with our names on them
I texted it to Mark
And he wrote back “excellent”
Our voices coming together
Might have some power
Will have some power
The fact that neither of us are defeated into silence
But walking like soldiers through the wreckage
Of lives collapsed by speaking truth to power
Embracing the shift
Most of society is still trying to pretend doesn’t exist
A dark winter is coming
Or at least the threat of one is on the horizon
The truth of all this is also on the horizon
All we have to do is hold on
Disappear into a mountain
Send out smoke signals to a flummoxed society
Love each other
And remember to count our blessings
Every day
Good morning
God bless you
Thank you baby
It’s 655 AM
And I’m lucky to be alive.