Truth in 2017

ciaI wasn’t planning on using this site to post anything other than poetry and short stories. There are enough guides and opinions posted across the internet to drive us all crazy. It isn’t like I have any kind of following or regular visitors, though, so why not post what I feel like I should say?

The problem with Americans today has nothing to do with the political spectrum. Our problem is our inability to discern actual reality from what we’re told reality is.

“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.”

– Philip K. Dick

Do some quick homework before continuing on so we’re all on the same page. I’m not asking that you read every link below, but please glance at them all.

Social Construction

Consensus Reality

Reification and Perspective Taking

Intrinsic Value

So, we’re being told to subscribe to and fight for beliefs and phenomena that aren’t actually part of reality. Other people (who are very powerful and very clever) are motivated to convince us to subscribe to their values because they profit from it. The people that distort our vision are those we trust and care about. They’re our teachers, bosses, Television personalities, politicians, parents, me, etc.

The only things around us that we should place value in, that are really real, are other living things. The Truth: We, people, are pretty close to being the only truly real thing in our lives. Everything else: money, marriage, gender, race, taxes, political parties, nations, religion, it’s all fake. All of it is pretend. We are raised to be *extremely* passionate about things that only exist because we agree to believe they do. We assign a unique value to everything we encounter.

Because we are told through ads, shows, music, etc. what we should value, we care more about a number on a bank’s website than we care about the lives of most people around we. Does that make us bad people? I don’t know. The concept of good and bad, that’s made up, too. It does mean that we’re doing harm, though.

I am, I know. So are my friends and family, and everyone else I know and love and have ever met. Hurting others is pretty impossible to avoid. The single most important goal throughout our lives should be to constantly reduce the amount of harm we inflict.


Well, how does it feel when people harm you or someone you care about? You probably don’t like it, right? Connect the dots. Do you want to make people feel bad? Do you want people’s lives to be negatively impacted? Do you want families to be torn apart and people to die? Those are real things that happen when your top priorities lie in social constructs.

Now that we understand the concepts discussed within those articles at least a bit, we only have two choices. If we actively choose to continue causing harm, we’re choosing to make the world worse, and we are therefor worse people than we were beforehand. If we choose harm reduction, the world will be a better place.

tl;dr It doesn’t matter what views you have, we have an obligation to reduce the amount of harm we cause.

If you disagree, tell me why you think we should be hurting people.






a drummer’s drum floats
mid the Arctic ocean,
frosty, but beatable.

Revolving chunks of ice
thump against the head
with resonant chime

a bell choir

brass trim that increasingly
weighs it down.
swelling wood.

a wide audience discusses
the poor durability
the audience changes,
yet discusses

the resonance continues

tidbit #1

From ‘That Which Gets in the Way’

what would be empty spaces between
rotting trash

icebergs in the gray slush
I am being pulled deeper into

ice bergs I smack and gash
the crown of my head on

between those horrific chunks
in what should be empty space
where i could draw breath
is instead a greasy, drying tar
so thick it fills my mouth

the pull of my lungs
gasping for air in death
can’t pull that tar deeper down my throat.

i chew it
because what else is there to do

as the goo
in which i float
expands my cheeks
pins my tongue

of course I vomit
of course I bleed
of course I don’t escape

Hello, World!

From ‘Couch to Couch, Never Leaving the House’

providence surrounds my soul
folding it as a mildly flavored
tan dough from western to
eastern corners that have not
previously graced my thought

serenely dry and crusted, the
divine hands roll my essence
with flour, soda powder, grass,
cattle, fast food restaurants,
and eastern red bud.

out of the thick starch tumbles
my past. things that a boy will
cherish as the cell’s sojourn into
old age pushes onward.
companions both casual and
significant rain out of me before
my eyes.

I flow open now, though I
absolutely disagree.


in the way that a hand shaped
brass bowl (as hand shaped as
one can be) sings when firmly
caressed in perfect rhythm, the
ear reaches into the air and
selects the words to draw in that
it has always thirsted for.

no words from sages nor

white lies it was told nightly in
its youth.

pen and finger slide along further
down the creamy pulp together
as a pair than any white armor
clad cosmonaut or horse
mounted, violet nosed noble.

the ever observing eyeball
follows left to right and top to
bottom as lies form and the cheek
on one side of her face tenses.


From ‘That Which Gets in the Way’

once you get to a certain point down the tunnel
there’s a physical manifestation of your emotion

for me
the spirits knotted a rope around the back
of my eyes
and are pulling them down my spine

the rope constantly gives and takes down
the back of my neck

for me
the pain is missing expected landmarks
how i’ll never get to say goodbye
as they do in fiction.

“there will be no madrid”

i think most of us don’t get to say goodbye, though