I wrote this one the second day I moved into my new place in SF. Back in SF after leaving Trilobio 2 years prior and making Nanala. What a journey! (sep 1 2025)
There was a time in my life. That I was accused and shunned. Where I felt the world was against me. A time when I was stabbed in the back. So it goes. The sound of life changed. Changed to something I didn't recognize. I stopped hanging out with my friends. I became a recluse. I lost my job. I lost my company. I lost my friends. I lost my reputation. I lost everything. So it goes. I was living at home, in debt, in my prime. I learned how the courts cater to the rich. I learned how little they cared about me. I learned how people can write lies about you online and how you can't stop it. So it goes. I was back to square one. Years of my life reset. It was shameful. It was bad. It felt like my life ended. It felt like the world had gone upside down. So it goes. That kind of thing changes you. Always does. Makes you learn things about yourself. (And, unfortunately, sometimes, about the people around you). How Good people can do Bad things. So it goes. and yet... The music of life didn't dim; it became stronger I became a poet, I became a dancer, I became me Even if what happened became wronger and wronger Through the wreckage and torment I became free Hidden inside, what I don't want to say (For mental anguish is what's hip today) Is that in the battles I felt the most alive For what is a man, but in how much he can strive! Souls are forged in fire, in not faith but in works So laugh when the boulder goes falling down the hill Perhaps there is a time to build, and a time to destroy But flip off the seasons, and do it with joy Right here is heaven, right here is purgatory, right here is hell Right here is everything, so never ever ring that bell It's ok to feel bad; it's ok to feel well But it ain't ok to not give 'em a story to tell So it goes, so it goes, so it goes so fucking stick it up your foes fuck your whining, fuck your woes and dance the gamut only God knows! I don't want to be an antisocial and violent troubadour For perhaps we should be wary of inevitable trauma and gore But underneath it all is the truth I cannot ignore; The truth that I unwisely denied and repressed before; Frankly, I enjoyed the war!