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Wednesday, July 31, 2024

To be Wealthy

To think that I would need to leave wealth
To stand out as wealthy.
To leave greatness
To be great.
To leave those who have achieved true happiness
To appear happy to others.
Am I fooling anyone,
Or do they merely believe me to be a fool?

Tuesday, July 30, 2024

    If I ever became rich, I wouldn't know what to do with all of the money that I had. I'm used to just taking what I can get, looking for things a thrift stores, buying what's on sale, things like that. I'm not poor, I just don't have a lot of disposable income. Lately, though, I've been dreaming about what life would be like if I won the lottery, and I realized that if I could spend it I'm not sure what I'd spend it on. Buying things in a store where you can buy anything is just so much more overwhelming than trying to find treasure at a thrift store. It's not a big issue for me, but I feel like this is the reason so many people go bankrupt when they win the lottery; they don't know what they want to spend money on first. All they know is how to budget so that their needs get met. I don't have any great solutions for this, since it's not like anyone could claim that things like accessories or fancy clothes are necessities. I just think that dreams should be accessible to everyone, and that society and culture should be able to communicate with each other. Maybe instead of trying to monetize the ideas behind the metaverse, we should make them as available to people as possible so that everyone can find their identity. The money companies charge for cosmetics is kind of gross anyways. 

Monday, July 29, 2024

Reach for the Stars

 I don't need your permission 
To reach for the stars,
To fly high above
The world
As it is.
I don't need your permission
To be gifted 
And gorgeous.
I just need to leap
As high as I can.

I don't need your permission
To build the world
Of my dreams,
A world of awe
Where everything
Is but a wish away.
I don't need to ask anyone
What it takes
To have it all,
I just need to learn how to ask

I don't need your permission
To join other worlds,
Places near and far 
Filled with people like me.
I don't need to ask you
Why I didn't know they existed,
But I still wish that you'd told me
So I could have done this much sooner.

I didn't ask your permission
To reach for the stars,
A place high above
The world
As I knew it. 
I thought that you told me
This was place for the gifted,
Gorgeous,
Those too good to live
In the world down below.

Why does this world feel
So boring and plain?
Why do I feel less
Like I'm an outsider, 
And more like I fit in
In the worst way possible?
Why didn't you warn me 
About all of the questions
Not even you know the answer to?

I don't need your permission
To build the world of my dreams
A world so boring and plain
We must reach for the stars. 
I don't need your permission
To join with others who agree
This world beyond worlds
Is nothing but lies.
I don't need you to tell me
That while starlight is gorgeous,
We still need to come down to Earth
Sometimes.

I don't need to tell you
To reach for the stars,
A place beyond our reach
At this moment in time.
You don't need my permission to
Undo the world as you know it,
A place so boring and simple
We ought to be able 
To live in peace.
I hope one day you'll know
That starlight means nothing
Unless contrasted
Against a night sky. 

Sunday, July 28, 2024

    I love those moments when everything feels right and you know that everyone sees the same thing that you're seeing. At least, you think they must be, because how would anyone miss the sense of peace that you now feel? 

Saturday, July 27, 2024

    I've always been fascinated by irrationality. In logic puzzles we always use perfect logicians because they're behavior is predictable. It's the illogical that's hard to grasp. As I get older, I find myself pulled into a world of people who approach things more rationally and are more capable of making hard decisions than the world that I left behind. Or maybe I'm the one who grew up somehow. 

Friday, July 26, 2024

New Home

 I don’t know if I belong here,
Or if I'll ever 
Understand the people who do,
I just know there's a world of opportunities
That I knew nothing about.
Here in a new home
In a strange place. 

Thursday, July 25, 2024

   I won't lie, the Blog has somewhat fallen by the wayside. I've just hit a point where I feel like I'm running out of ideas, or maybe just passion. There's a lot happening behind the scenes, and in the real world. I just don't know how I can get back to feeling like this matters again. 

Wednesday, July 24, 2024

New Poem

 It's Wednesday
A new poem is unlocked
Only a few hours before publication

Tuesday, July 23, 2024

    Well, Joe Biden isn't running for president anymore, and it looks as though Kamala Harris will be the presidential nominee instead. I say this as someone who's still not one hundred percent sure if she'll vote; I hope that Kamala wins. I don't want another four years with Trump, and while I'd be much happier knowing for sure that she'll do something about Israel, at this point I'll take not knowing that I'd be voting for someone who clearly doesn't care about the death of potentially millions of people. I'll still be watching her though. All of us will. And I hope Kamala keeps that in mind when she's sworn into office. 

Monday, July 22, 2024

The Enemy

 Stability.
Light.
Hope.
I see it in the city
I'm looking down on
As I soar through the world.
The world between worlds.
This place that's beyond
Human imagination.

The humans beneath me
Do not see me,
Do not comprehend me.
I am not above them,
I am beyond them,
Beyond anything they dream
Or understand. 

I reach out for their light.
Their hope.
The thing they ignore
Though they should cherish it deeply,
As all of my kind knows.
I do not hear it,
But my inner sight shows me
A human standing on a pedestal,
In front of every other human
On this planet.

"Attention everyone,
The enemy is upon us,
They are hunting us down
And killing us to a man.
Please run inside
And wait
For the ones 
That they fear
To dispatch with them."

Over and over again
I am killed,
With what I can only describe
As raw anger
Given physical form.
It no longer bothers me 
Anymore,
Though I used to feel pain.
They're strength and love
Surrounds them,
They believe that it protects them,
But those things mean nothing
To a being such as I.

I don't even know 
Why I'm seeking their light.
Some part of me knows
That it meant something once.
I want to know
What it means to be human,
To be unable to remember
The vortex of everything
As it crumbles and is reborn.

Pity the humans
Who fight my hand of fate.
They'll defeat me each time
But it's not me they should fear.
It's themselves.
It's the inevitable moment 
They reach out
Beyond the invisible barrier.
After all, 
I was one of them once.

Sunday, July 21, 2024

     I'm looking at the candidates for the Washington Primary, and so far I'm immensely disappointed. The one socialist I found is Pro-Israel. How in hell he thinks he has a chance, I don't know. I'm pretty sure I'm not voting for anyone this time. I'm not proud of doing this, but I'm not pretending that either the Democrats or the Republicans have any interest in preserving our democracy in general or in keeping Autistic people safe in particular. 

Update: upon reading about the people running for governor, I'm happy to state that I've found someone that I want to vote for. Wish me luck!

Saturday, July 20, 2024

My Problem With the Democratic Party

     Full disclosure: I'm not voting in the next election. I find it hard to believe that my vote will fix anything when both presidents have shown themselves to be pro-genocide. That said, I still think people should vote next election. I'm not voting because I have no better way of saying that no one in our government represents me or my interests. The people who aren't in that position should absolutely vote, because if they don't our world won't know how many people the system still represents. 

     That being said, a lot of people are in the same position that I'm in; historically oppressed groups who have been voting Democrat because it was the only way they had a chance of being heard. All we've been given in the past four years amounts to lip service at best, and since nothing's been done to curb the loss of human rights it's fair to say that we've suffered a net loss. What has the Democratic party done to combat this? Nothing. When you drive down Bellevue Streets, you see plenty of signs for Republicans, but not a single Democrat. Despite the fact that the Democrats reputation is in the toilet. It was under Biden's watch that a genocide happened and millions of Palestinians were displaced and killed. What did the Democrats do? They pushed through more funding to Israel. Whether they're desperate for campaign money or just extremely racist and evil, I don't know and I honestly don't care. 

     The fact of the matter is that Trump made the Democrats complacent. They won by such a large margin in 2020 that they're now convinced that they can't lose no matter how much they screw up. In doing so, they're leaving people with no choice but to see a world where Republicans will one day push down the barricade between our world and the Infinite because not only will the Democrats do nothing to stop them, they'll give them grenades if given enough campaign money. I have no idea what makes a Democracy healthy, but I simply refuse to believe that it's a world of people who are disillusioned, disempowered, and bitter with the whole charade. At this point we have two options; push for a system that will make our current system look as authoritarian as absolute monarchies do to us, or accept our fate and step forward into a world where we have no power at all. 

Friday, July 19, 2024

Cyber Trucks

 Nice to know that my town
Has multiple people
Wearing this badge of dishonor. 
Quite how a truck
That never finished loading
And has no utility
Sold to more than one person
I will never understand.

Thursday, July 18, 2024

    I'm working on figuring out a way of helping people build their own Dreamworlds. I don't expect it to be accepted as a science, and I don't really want it to be one. I want a future where people can build their own fantasies as a way of helping them connect to reality, not as a way of replacing reality. Mostly, we just need a world where people can safely live in places other than what society thinks as reality. We're at a point where even reality is dangerous and unstable, and I'd like to think there are ways of fixing that, and I am to be the incredibly bad idea that gets people thinking about what could be possible going forward. 

Wednesday, July 17, 2024

Fred Meyer Haiku

 Walking through the store
On my way to the check out
My cart will not move

I went through the exit
And now the wheels are locked up
I am stuck in place

Why must you make it
So hard for me to purchase
What I need today

Do you not want my
Money or my love of your stock?
You will have neither. 

So long Fred Meyer
You were good while you were here,
May we meet in hell. 

Tuesday, July 16, 2024

     I'm just going to put this out there into the world; if you collect enough data about someone to know there's a pretty good chance they're not gender conforming, don't design your web algorithm to send them makeup ads aimed at women who are trying to look conventionally attractive. Even if they're interested, you're not going to win them over if you imply you only care about people who use makeup to conform. Seriously, it's 2024. How do you not know that not every woman wants to be beautiful and not everyone who's assigned female at birth wants to be a woman? 

Monday, July 15, 2024

An Artificial Ecosystem

 I walk down a road
Between clumps of trees
Planted by humans using plans made by machine.
It's beautiful,
One might almost think it's natural,
But nature did not plan out
The ecosystem we built.

Not quite a forest,
Not quite a swamp,
Plants grow here
That couldn't be imagined
A century ago.
The naysayers claim
This is abhorrent and wrong,
But they can't deny the sun that shines
So brightly now.

Walking through 
This artificial ecosystem,
Made with technology
That we used to shun.
I can't help but think 
That life's gotten better.

Sure, the cities are still here,
And the ecology of our planet will never be the same,
But the air is so clear,
And all around is the sound
Of insects and beast.

Yes, this is beautiful,
In a way old words can't describe.
Chaotic, and yet orderly.
Best of all, 
We now know that if things fall out of whack,
We can build them again,
Even better than they were. 

Sunday, July 14, 2024

     I feel like I ought to say something about the attempted assassination on Trump, but I can't think of anything to say. At least, not anything to say that's really appropriate for the blog, or even anything that the general public really wants to hear. I know that I'm not the only person hoping that Trump dies before the next election, and I'm also not the only person who's aware that Trump dying wouldn't solve a lot of things. What I will say is that I was in no way invested in the outcome of this election, but now I'm curious to see who does what to whom. Everyone has a stake, we all have someone that we're rooting for, and our country is at a crossroads. It's anyone's game at this point, and I'm rooting for the left. Because when all is said and done, I don't just want to survive, I want to live.

Saturday, July 13, 2024

     I'm trying to teach myself that I'm valid and that I matter. That's difficult since I'm Autistic and like most Autistic people, professionally or self-diagnosed, I tend to try and mask when I'm with people. I suck at masking, but it was still bad enough to come out of college with no sense of identity at all. I'm working on rebuilding it. It's why I'm so grateful for a blog that won't become famous. I know the world is waiting to meet me, but I don't want to go until I know that I'm ready. 

Friday, July 12, 2024

Myself

 I must believe
That I know myself
Better than anyone else.
I must believe
That when it comes to 
Myself, 
My actions are always correct.
I must believe,
For only I
Can protect myself
From the judgement I see
In other people's eyes. 

Thursday, July 11, 2024

     There's a heatwave going on where I live. It's cooling off a bit, but it's still fairly warm. At least I'll be able to sleep. I hope. 

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Climate Change

 I thought my world would last forever.
But as I sit in my room late at night,
The window open,
Hoping for a breeze,
I must concede that soon it'll be too hot
To stay where I live now. 


Tuesday, July 9, 2024

     I think that we're at a turning point. Everyone now has their own opinion of where we should go and what we should do. A person could, feasibly, look at who wants what and from that build a world that will be accepted, if not embraced, by everyone currently in the United States, barring a massive shift like a war or another pandemic. I don't think anyone in government is going to do this, but if you're like me, you believe that our Universe is in a quantum state where every possible outcome will be accepted regardless of belief, so a world where everyone believes in something is the beginning of a world where people will once again feel happy and safe. We're at that point now. We are looking at the beginning of the future, whatever that future is going to be. Look out, decide if it's what you want, and then push for what you don't think you can live without that isn't a part of our new world yet. I know it sounds crazy, but I think we might finally be on the upturn. 

Monday, July 8, 2024

Days of the Blessed

 When I was a child
I did not understand
Why only a few days
Were blessed.
I only knew that on those days
We had fun
Waiting to see
What the gods had given us.

Now I'm older
And wiser,
And I know our world 
Only stays real
When we believe that 
It exists.
But I don't know why
We're only allowed to believe
On the days of the blessed. 

I hear that for many
It's hard to believe
In what they can't see, 
For they can't see it
In their minds eye.
But on this day of the blessed,
Whoever chooses to celebrate,
I think we should remember
That the world is larger
Than what we are able to see. 


Sunday, July 7, 2024

     It's weird having four digits worth of posts, in a good way. I realize that I'm using the blog as a replacement for Twitter, but I think we all need a replacement for Twitter. I just wish there was a better way to find people who share my opinions of the world. Ah well, I can't undo the past. I'm here now, and that's all that matters. 

Saturday, July 6, 2024

    It's my one thousandth post, and on my birthday no less. I planned it this way, not going to lie. Today is a day of celebration, and I'm glad I've kept at it for as long as I have. 

Friday, July 5, 2024

Someone Else's Mistake

 I can't help but worry
That one day I'll die
Due to someone else's mistake.
I don't want to live knowing 
That the future is beyond my control,
And I don't like knowing 
That the person responsible
Probably won't even care. 

Thursday, July 4, 2024

    Happy Independence Day! Maybe one day I'll say this in an America that's truly free and fair for everyone. 

Wednesday, July 3, 2024

Thank You

 Thank you for showing
 That the law no longer applies
To those at the top,
For now I have no reason
To follow any of your rules.

Tuesday, July 2, 2024

    In light of the Supreme court telling Donald Trump that he's free to do whatever he wants, I think we need to admit that as far as our government is concerned, reality doesn't exist anymore. We're free to see the world as whatever we want it to be. I see the world as a place where Trump lost in 2016 and this election is between Hilary Clinton's successor and a bitter man who won't admit that he can't win. Even if you aren't actively denying reality, that's pretty much the case.

Monday, July 1, 2024

The Lucky

 This room is full of wealth
And beauty.
Manmade, of course,
But that doesn't stop millions 
From coming to see it.
They say that just by touching
The cups and the cutlery,
You'll be blessed with a thousand lifetimes of luck

No one knows where this story came from,
But we still believe it anyway.
Dancing under chandeliers
And the watchful eyes of our ancestors,
We hope that they'll allow us to 
Join the ranks
Of the lucky.