The peak just vague in clouds, yet
fails to tame hikers' wild hearts.
On the fragment of petrifaction, I
saw my own beauty reflected.
Amidst the dusty wind, I
heard my inner voice echoed.

Footprints on shortcuts transform treads to tracks
“Hi!”
Golden gale tore the still moss
Yet shallowed the brown might
“Thank you!”
Stamps lull taken steps into gone
“Cheers!”
Sheer lines
“You’re close!”
Grey clouds settled on the peak
For no up-looking eyes to glance
“Hi!”
As if the small has always been the great.

On mountains edge sun shines grace,
without looking back a wild rabbit ran away.
Greetings connecting the towering mights
adorned the mountain with resounding sights
that transcended the “Hi!”s

Not upon

“Your smile is so beautiful,” they say —
but little do they know,
half of my face is paralyzed.

one side, playing the great pretender
the other,
basking in my sadness,
trying to heal the ache —
one side smiles, the other weeps,
tears running down
my freshly made clothes —
now sagging in my tears.

Do I really deserve skin
if I’m not comfortable in it?
Do I deserve a mouth,
if I can’t sing a sad melody
out into the world,
with the window open,
painting a scene,
spilling my mind on pavement
for anyone that stops
and cares to listen.

everyone still laughing, still smiling;
they walk past my cracks,
blind to the dark picture
I’m trying to open their eyes to.

half frozen,
half dead,
reaching —
for empathy.

the air picks up,
pushes me back from the window;
it shuts, sudden, cold.
I am lost, cut out —
again.

with my body barely able to move,
I reach for poetry,
hoping I can still write
when my voice feels thin,
my fingers trembling, half-paralyzed —
hoping it can set me free.

I speak,
and storms gather.
Their chaos is music—
mine is thunder.

I only wished to belong,
but  I end up
too loud
becoming the reason
for anguish

Trump publicly calls a whole party “demonic” repeatedly.. At the same time, he can't tell you what denomination he is or what church he claims to belong to.
He singles out individuals like Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. as “animals,” it isn’t subtle
it’s hateful and  a raw call to violence
an explicit dehumanization.
That kind of rhetoric normalizes violence and hatred, because if someone is an animal or demonic, the mental brakes against harming them weaken to those who already worked into a frenzy because they are perpetually mentally weak.
.People start to see these  attacks as justified or even heroic.

Meanwhile, the same media and political actors will scream when the opposite happens, pretending moral outrage is symmetrical, when in reality the scale and intent are completely different. The attack on Nancy Pelosi’s husband was real, violent, and celebrated by some, and that’s not equivalent to a comedian or commentator making a critical joke
it’s literal harm and encouragement of harm.

This is the core problem: labeling, mocking, dehumanizing, and encouraging violence while pretending moral equivalence exists. The language matters because it frames perception, justifies action, and warps accountability.

The McCarthyism-style labeling—is exactly how authoritarian systems and propaganda work. The Republicans, especially Fox News, are experts in fear mongering.
That's what the core of  every episode of Fox News is about.
Words like “dissent” or “anarchist” are thrown around to erase the legitimacy of lawful, peaceful action. Meanwhile, the real threats armed, aggressive, coercive actions
get normalized or framed as “protest” by the same people wielding the labels.  
Specifically referring to events before the election in the state of Arizona
where , heavily armed.
Trump supporters went to federal and state buildings brandishing automatic weapons openly,
with bullets
literally strapped to their chest,
threatening. And coercing voters and local politicians.

Brandishing weapons at government buildings with intent to intimidate or coerce? That’s a criminal act. like January 6th fomentation.
That crosses the line from protest into
sponsored demanded  terrorism,
intimidation,
and armed insurrection.
There is no moral or legal equivalence between someone exercising their rights of
free speech
and peaceable assembly.
and someone waving automatic weapons at a courthouse to influence votes.

That’s why precision in language matters so **** much.

Don't let ChatGPT and Google and these other right wing GOP mouthpieces convince you that using language like calling peaceful protesters
dissenters or
even going so far as labeling them radicals and or anarchists is okay or normal.
Speak up
and speak out.
If you don't,
you're condoning it.  Boycott Disney , Paramount, Fox, Sinclair media, Truth social, X, etc.  (  There are cheap alternatives.)

They use fascism as sneaky  weaponized language.
It’s designed to manipulate perception,
to make people who are doing something
completely legitimate and peaceful
appear dangerous or radical.
It primes susceptible  viewers and readers to
distrust,
fear
or even hate
promotes violence against
your neighbors
and non whites
before any facts are even  presented or challenged.
Free speech challenges lies and propaganda ,
that's why they cancelled Kimmel.

It’s not just a connotation issue
it’s psychological warfare.
One word like that can turn a citizen exercising rights into a “threat” in the public imagination.
That’s why it matters so much:
the words we use are loaded tools, and misusing them can escalate conflict without a single action being taken.

People are being crushed right now financially , literally.
The tariffs are starving people and leaving them homeless.
The levels of suicide have never been higher.
The levels of petty theft just to survive.
People are scared and desperate.
The levels of violence will only increase.

There is a realistic. Separation and division between facts and reality and what is actually being reported in the media.
Don't misunderstand or conflate what I'm doing with fear mongering.
It is clearly and obviously different,
and if you can't see those facts,
there's this place called
The Library
that has real books that you can check out
and read for free.

Voice cracks,
When I feel overwhelmed.
Like a mental attack,
With no hope to defend myself.

Voice cracks,
When I feel nervous,
Because I have a presentation,
And I can’t seem to speak,
And my words slur.

If I were lying on my deathbed,
I ponder,
Would I remember,
When I wondered,
If I would remember,
When I was younger,
And my voice cracked?

Voice cracks,
When I feel anxious,
Wondering if I’m worth it.
Since it feels like I misuse the gifts I’m given.

Voice cracks,
When I feel passionate,
Doesn’t happen often,
But when it does, I struggle to let go.
Even when it hurts my soul,
And I wonder why I didn’t let go.

If I were lying on my deathbed,
Would this matter?
Would I regret,
Not making sure that it mattered?
Would I pray for a chance to turn back the clock,
Back to the days, when all of my worrying came,
From whether or not my voice cracks?

Voice cracks,
When I feel overwhelmed,
And I wonder,
Why do I do this to myself?
My biggest critic,
My greatest asset,
My only friend who’s guaranteed to me till the end.

Voice cracks,
When things just seem a bit too much,
And I want to hide away,
To return another day.

If I were lying on my deathbed,
Would I be satisfied,
That I lived my life,
Instead of watching it pass by?
Though people came and went,
Faces and names smudged by time.
Did I do what I wanted to do?
Or did I disappoint you?
It wouldn’t matter then.
I think I’d find,
Myself longing to go back,
To the times,
Where all I had to worry about,
Were my voice cracks.

I thought my words
would be banned,
too sharp, too shadowed,
too much truth.

I came ready for silence,
but instead—
echoes.
Eyes reading,
hearts catching fire.

Opps…
seems even a
Luziferian whisper
finds its listeners.

Tell me, then—
is it my words you seek,
or the mirror they hold?