Penned Resistance

Penned Resistance is poetic ink urging us to thInk about what is happening to us, to the U.S., to the world, and all that whirls around and inside us. To thInk as our true selves is to resist the forces that seek to occupy or control our thoughts . . . as an individual, a citizen, a man, a woman, a human, a Yeti.

Penned ink to thInk is a link to our primordial freedom ... our freedom to be who we truly are. Let it ring.

The Galloping Herd

It’s an exercise of the heart
to breathe deep and get out and up
working beats that meet the need of lungs
to exhale the assorted absorbed stress

and inhale the uphill building air aware
that we were seeded to climb above the tablets of today
prescriptions writ of pills and screens
filling seats without get up thumbs become the hitching post
bottoms out from saddled haunts the galloping herd of narrow grips

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There is Dark…ness is a Suff… Fixsure

Dark fills in light

dark the night day the light
there is dark… energy is we
you can be
the seed growing into your own darkness
shades the day and night

Dark and light day and nightly we come to see
darkness is a fix…sure it’s who is mining you
it’s your ruse the strip searching mind the
mine blind tailings of a fellowing ailment in the process of decline
darkness is a pigment instilled a brew to confuse
a fuse you turn on in a dimming
your muse rising that rose climbing the divine

shady bends to what ends on a sunny day
pulled over and over then under
shadow casts back tracks to un well worn ties
railroading views swerving spinning serving
shallow ends turning on friends giving way
darkness’s reins reeling in a reign

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Stop the Laptalk

Kids Kids Kids
it’s time for P.E.
an acronym to an activity physical education is a whistle blown
on a track for a stationary fact
there’s no need for P.E. let alone
the Apples on their desktops
stop the laptalk

We stay inside
I had a kiddie car not a trike batteries we
the scooter I grew up on had a throttle that’s our model

As for P.E. the games that we play
have a home feel advantage
I dress in my room and my name is encrypted
my squad is a team I choose and it chooses me
my phone knows the facts
it spells and writes “Hey essay” write in my name
P.E.Ace is my handle and I’m in my chair…

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Blast…phemy of the Billion…aires


Text us in a Twitter filed in a brief

take flight while their debris
grounds us in a Texas crime grime

Space X us in their plumes smoke screens
befall us as the new kings and queens are crowned
with tax breaks
and lab leaks Gates to Ukraine us in
while they buy our farmlands
and feed us the crap of Corporate Capitalism

This blasphemy has no god it trusts its gods are
greed no creed no prophets just profits
bottom line figures icons to con us
magnates to a scientism that has a five cent sense memory
with no remembering the good consciousness that created we

The only star on this “Starship” is the falling stars and stripes
that now drape the billionaire class in indemnity
that strips us into a barely making it hold
corralled in chorus of…heirs singing U.S.A…Aid us
a private pirates party reign
dusting us in ash clouding out the son of equal one to a 1%
concentration of wealth and the wrath of that aftermath

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Democide by Technocracy

“Give me liberty or give me death”

and sow and sow and so we see
the loss of enlightened democracy
from sea to shining see a dimming we
succumbs in a democide by technocracy

is not awakening it’s C. S. Lewis’s N.I.C E.
if it “smarts” it’s the exhaust of the oligarchs
in the name of Covid or Ukraine it reigns
in guillotines the cutting art of choking choice
for handlers in our name
from your fingertips to fingerprints to your irises
you find your hands tied to modern day
invasions and imperial lists into globalist

Handlers now hand you a script this conscript
enacted and enabled
not through your own hands hands of the working man
ranch hands handyman’s but the

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