High

Last decade, you helped me come out of the closet.
Last year, you helped me find the light.
Last month, you guided me to the lift.
Yesterday, you taught me why I need to wait
Today, I'm pressing the button,
In a moment, we step forward, together,
For tomorrow, we awake
All aboard the next level.

Commencement

It was a bright summer day in June,

Our class was set to graduate in 2004.

The skies were clear and sunny,

But commencement was held indoors,

For what’s more important than the color of your stadium’s grass

When we’ve got something to say

About the stains you’ve paid so handsomely to erase?

I grow weary of being told to sit down

And to listen to your consultants and your promises.

I grow impatient when we cry out “YES WE CAN!”

Only to have you mock the fire, spreading throughout the land.

Thank you for playing the game.

It is our turn to speak.

You had your shot.

It is our turn to show you

Why the future is worth fighting for.

The simplest and the oldest lessons endure.

In a world where everyone

Shouts for likes,

Mines for shares,

Sometimes, what we need to do is

Tune out the noise,

Tune into our soul.

He’s teaching, we need to be quiet.

Russian Influence

I felt something,

Something big,

Something that echoed farther than I ever could imagine.

Was it divine?

Was it destiny?

Was it simply a system resonance 

That I unknowingly tapped into?

For when the world reverberates

Those who lie on top

Are the first to fall off.

And those who sense

Can only feel the dizziness of the stir that surrounds them.

And when the world calls out to your heart,

You have the choice

To let the melody enchant your soul

Or to let the resonance shatter it.

Will you opt to tune in?

Sheep

It has always been known

That slavery exists

In whatever form the present permits

What is not always known

Is the peon class

Of the unfortunate and the unenlightened

Who vote against their own interests and dreams,
And vote against freeing their fellow Americans from today's oppressors.

Because they would rather vote,
In fear, against something
Rather than vote for a dream worth living.

DGAF

The "bad" news is that
I no longer give any fucks.

The good news is that
I no longer give any fucks
About the things I was too nervous
To take apart and fix.

What is it that distinguishes confidence from hubris?
A dose of humility,
Rooted not in apathy,
But rather a healthy patience,
Because time must be your friend, not your enemy.

Patience is a virtue

My biggest flaw is that I lack the patience to break down the lens and biases of the individuals that I need to empower and recruit towards the fulfillment of good.

Coronation Speech

For my 30th birthday party,

I prepared the following spoken word

On the topic of the election propaganda cycle.