Today I’m feeling: Very sad. Today I’m grateful for: The time I got to share with Kim Chi. Somehow she became my favourite cat. Time is not enough.
What was the highlight of my day? Hardly a highlight but I got to touch and stroke Kim’s lifeless body. I kissed her head and could smell her familiar smell. I covered her body with my old Idylls t-shirt and buried her in my favourite spot in the garden with a plant to mark her grave. Now I’m grieving and grieving hard. She was such a special little cat for me and she always showed me her love and affection. There’s an empty space here now that I know will soon fill again but right now I can’t stop my tears.
*The era of degenerate freedom is over We must retrieve the dignity of our race* There’s something bigger than all of us That will teach us exactly our place Our distrust for each other destroys us And easily manipulated by bad actors Always a third party invites themselves Divided we fell when they attacked us There’s no alien or god to be blamed Only for ourselves to be ashamed
*Text from, and poem inspired by, Death’s End by Liu Cixin
When the road is muddy the air is clear So follows the only road out of here And when the road is dust the air is thick Steps are laboured as the cart is sick Trails are blazed along dotted lines Paths that were paved in ancient times Making tracks towards the next fire Making monuments that will inspire
In the time it took to read this line A million things could’ve been done I’m feeling fine, searching for the perfect rhyme Though perhaps this isn’t the one Did you do the things you always wanted to? Or just work away the days I guess it’s true we never think things through And time is the crime that never pays
Killing time still brings the crows A pile of shit still grows the rose Who will hold and stab the blade To break the contract freely made To cut the cancer, counter pain To withhold freedom for general gain Sign the papers or travel far To find agreement to what we are
Stop looking at it It’s all you’ll ever see Your beliefs reinforced Swinging from a tree Stop picking at it Or the wound will never heal A rising of blood Drowns out your appeal Stop clicking on it The addict and the fix Knock your house down It’s built on broken bricks
Nothing but total victory will suffice Is at the heart of democratic advice Diplomacy is an admission of defeat Propaganda must make victory complete Cutting off the head is seem to win The hearts and minds of those within Here we go again, history repeated Total victory has been totally defeated
We’ll birth our babies from sacs So our mothers feel no pain Patting ourselves on our backs With this technological gain A matrix of unborn babies Hangin up in store We take away one suffering Perhaps replaced by more A matrix of millions Spat from artificial wombs Why not exploit them further In this society that consumes Mothers now free of pain Have more time for shopping Acceptance is hard to explain When there’s no sign of stopping