Jun 10, 2022
I went a little nuts and tried to change the world… so I wrote a bunch of poems about the experience.
ESOTERIC: poems about reality
Are you looking for a haiku to help you process imposter syndrome? What about a poem intended to wake people up from the spiritual lethargy that has consumed us through capitalism and is preventing us from becoming active and engaged with the world and our shared global civilization? What about a series of poems about a religion I spent a few years inventing?
That, and more, is in this book!
Onward and upwards
I made a pretty big commitment to write a bunch of books a little while ago so it’s pretty hilarious that my first book isn’t even a part of that series. I’m a bit of a mess, folks.
Is my second book part of that series? Fuck no. It’ll be another book of poetry. It’s inspired by how ineffective my first book was.
ESOTERIC 2: Fight The World
All the poems in the book are me bitching about things that annoy me and why. Here’s some previews:
The Fight Against Bureaucracy
Bureaucracy is violence.
The slap in the face of hours of stolen time.
Pilfered and pillaged.
Draining
Demoralizing
The imperfections of acceptable inefficiency
made manifest
through asymmetrical power dynamics.
The unintended sadism of
not giving enough of a fuck.
The unwillingness to innovate
because the cost of inefficiency
is only measured in life.
Mandated.
Compulsory.
Serving esoteric systems and
mundane measurements.
Controlled by no one.
Out of Control™ because
it’s Not My Job™.
Service sans substance.
The Fight Against Secularism
They don’t think you feel the way you feel.
It isn’t shared and can’t be real
because it isn’t happening to them.
Things used to work quite differently.
They also worked out horribly
religious wars cost many lives of men.
The bits of faith that can’t be proved
can be ignored but not removed
from the many varied systems that we share.
The ingenious complexity
resulting in civility
mandates that faith be levied everywhere.
The magical economy
which manifests society
has priests and gods and spiritual lore.
While collaborative sciences
–formed of strange alliances–
risk echoing the errors from before.
Your beliefs are not enough
to Will the world to force it such.
When forcing out a faith you find a lie.
Frustrating though this state may be
it can’t be changed–quite rightfully.
So love may be the only good reply.
The default’s where the battle’s won.
It can’t be proved but everyone
believes in something similarly broad.
Conclusions reached dogmatically
form into faith–invariably
including lack of evidence for God.
The certainty of unifiers
that every frightened heart desires
leads us straight to yet another stupid war.
When it’s viewed democratically
the faith of all humanity
points clearly to belief in something more.
The Fight Against Donald Trump
Look at all the things you’ve won
and look at how they’ve paid.
Surrounded by accoutrements
from this grand masquerade.
Write your name upon the world
etched in solid gold.
See the mask upon your soul:
Fading. Ragged. Old.
We barely need to fight you
because you can only lose.
And you can only lose the trust
of those that you abuse.
The challenge you provided us
was never yours to win.
We needed you to show us that
we needed to begin
to think about each other
and be the things you’re not
and understand the lack of worth
in all the shit you’ve bought.
So as your empire crumbles
and you watch it turn to ash.
Recognize that all you’ve done
amounts to balderdash.
Your buildings built of debt.
Your politics of lies.
Your family of distrust.
Your brand is a disguise.
You could still defeat us
if you dared to turn the heel
by showing us there’s more to you.
and something there is real.
Tell the ones who follow you
–whose greatness you have lost–
why they have kept on suffering:
that they have paid the cost
for all your foolish scheming
and all your failing plots
when you failed to be the man you claimed
and missed the biggest shots.
You Trumped yourself
-you silly man-
and think that we’re the fools.
You thought you could manipulate
and bypass all the rules.
And maybe that’s the way it is
for this period of time,
though it’s inevitable that History
will call your lies a crime.
Some of these may change. Also Medium fucks the formatting of poetry. If you like this please consider buying my first book. I didn’t put a whole lot of work into the book but I put a whole lot of work into the thinking that went into the mind that created it.
Share this shit. Thanks for reading. Stay frosty.
