Born Anew

This poem comes from my first poetry book of the same name, “Born Anew”. It’s a particular favourite of mine, so much so that I named the book after it.

Sorry, I Must Have Forgotten

The teachers forgot how to teach.
The police forgot how to police.
The pastors forgot how to preach.
The doctors forgot how to heal.

Why I’m Re-Translating Metropolis

With themes of man vs machine, elites vs workers, controlled opposition, faith vs science and more, Metropolis provides key insights on how societies fall apart

My Marionette

This poem stemmed from an exercise I devised as part of some soul and shadow work I am doing with an excellent mentor of mine, David Cordes. In one of the modules, I identified a number of personas that operated through me and gave them names, descriptions, and characterisations on how they behave both in “shadow” and in “light”.

It Was No Accident

I’ve had this poem written for a while. If I recall correctly, I think I had recently discovered the excellent “Mistakes Were NOT Made” by Margaret Anna Alice , and this piece certainly contains some of that same energy but in a broader societal context. I also recall having a lot of conversations at the time with my mentor on how people come to perpetrate the same kind of abuse in later life that was inflicted on them in childhood and adolescence if that trauma is not dealt with.

Medicine Men

“Medicine Men” is a reflection on the state of institutionalised medicine, both from my firsthand experience and from the experience that many doctors, health practitioners and scientists across various disciplines have spoken about in recent years. This is contrasted with a more “true” view on what healing can be, and where I look to see us moving in a more sovereign future.

Final Gambit

It is clear that something is afoot in our skies, even if we cannot always agree on why, how, and to what extent. The implications of implementing weather modification without proper consent of the people subject to its impacts is absolutely worth discussing.