If I were a book I'd have a peculiar look So heavy, the shelf would rattle With a tightly stitched saddle It would be a collection Of the odd recollection Of slapstick humor And existential horror It would be a mindbending ride And an eventual slide To simultaneous awakening and madness And escape from sadness
It is always a pleasure To care for the house To keep things tidy To keep out the mouse It wasn't always easy Doing my part But all that changed When I filled my heart With purpose, with adrenaline, with love Tidying a house, I am never above With patience, with kindness, and giving A tidy house is simple with a meaningful living
The most important lessons Always take too long Like your favorite part Of that catchy song You're never patient enough For those words you heard today To go from your ears To your mind's inner fray Be patient and truly listen You may eventually find An abundance of wisdom In the present mind
When I am afraid I do not fear I pick up my blade And slam another beer When I am afraid I start another fight I don't let fear fade I fight it with all my might My rage fuels my terror So on and on I go Fighting with all my fervor Until next winter's snow
I experience a piece of heaven Every single day When I speak my affirmations, seven When gratitude I pay When I see something to fruition When I respect my body When I make a connection When I say something naughty When I eat, when I fight When I treat, when I see the light Heaven does not exist, it is right here When I coexist, I shed all my fear
I am selfish In every single way I am programmed to kill fish And manipulate man to sway My instinct is to survive At any cost that may be Like keeping my fellow man alive To give them all of me When others survive So shall I We selfishly thrive Until and after we die
Today I did a search From being stuck To a forward lurch From saying, "Fuck!" To saying, "Done!" From getting stuck To having fun To solve my problems I always know I'll purge code goblins With Stack Overflow
We all need to design A better human experience Let us not resign To this arbitrary fence... ...that divides us from eachother That obscures our sight From truth, from love, from our brother From our sister, our mother, our might It is finally time For human design
Erasing memories Is the same as a lie Ignoring territories Of your mind's eye Drink a potion Forget your fate Stirring commotion Igniting hate Digest all that is false Start another fight Or still your pulse And never say goodnight
Some people spend all their energy On workflows and good synergy Some people focus all their will To hone themselves and chill Some people sap all their energy On criticizing others while ignoring their own lethargy Some pat themselves on the back For all the reasons they direct their hate Yet they never seem to keep track Of the things they do that control their fate
gilakas’la / čɛčɛ haθɛč
I respectfully and gratefully acknowledge that I live, work and play within the traditional territory of the K’ómoks Nation.