Here We All Are, 2026

 I’m not quite certain how I got to this destination 

Today, of all days

Old poison flowing so far adrift

The guy stuck in the kitchen

Searching me out, hopeless 

Grief of the loss of

A good cultivated target

The delight of crafting

 covert harm

Watching the suffering

 

But turns out

Even with those dead and gone gone

You can block them 

And effortlessly 

And then Guidance can check in

Convey the essence of them

Pissed off

Twisting in the wind

Wondering how their plan 

Went so

Wrong 

In the meantime, no longer is 

Anyone holding me down

Under

Deep incapacitated in a 

Psychopath’s induced

Coma 

Instead, I'm 

Way over here

Completely undetectable to him

Though the guy

Sends out hunting parties 

Lights off a few flares

Turns out i sold the place

After copiously cleansing it weekly for years

Not quite certain where

The evil, the stench 

Was originating from

Now I see all the ritual, the smudge

Was to purify from his 

Choice cut Malevolence

Leaking , draining out upon

Everything

Now I’m far from there

I bet the main squeeze( of 17

Thankyou very much )

Might still leave her pathetic fucking 

Balloon, glass vase of flowers 

Turning to ice 

On the road by the mountain range 

Coward

If I had just known

I would've dropped him off

At her little house

She could’ve had him

Too bad

She begged to come by anonymously 

Visit his death bed

She thought she could stink by me

What an odd one

Too bad all you got

Were some sunglasses, a copy of the

Wind chime i asked him for

A special name turns out he called all of them

A ring to cover your

Deceit, your desperation

Now you don't even know

He let the train into the light go by

Betting he Stay behind 

Suspended in the kitchen 

To the left of the stove, I’ll have you know 

So he could suck me dry

Forever

Sheesh, if he ever saw me now

Beautifully situated in a 

Little community village

Beautiful solid cottage 

Recovered enough from his harm 

to work my magic again, my practice

Two German Shepherds, you heard me right

So many cats

Peace and honesty and a 

Thick spiritual life

Every day filled

With grace

If he only knew

He'd be outraged

He would HATE my success, my reputation

Me having nice things

Me, living with solidity and happiness

God, He would ache

To destroy me again 

A few years ago somebody asked 

Mia Farrow

What she thought of

That pedophile she had been 

in relationship with

And she replied

It really didn’t interest her anymore

When all this went down

When the big reveal started rolling out

Secrets and money And so much more

I thought of her words

And my goal was recovering

So beautifully and so thoroughly

That that shit show with him

Simply would not interest

Anymore

Mostly that’s true

But here is a blog

That he used to share

With all those circling about

It was it was part of his game

To tell about his family

He was pretty good  at it

They all kept his secrets

Thinking they were special

After he kicked off, and I started writing

About malevolence and harm

One of them sent me a direct message

They had played around 

But he was clear how important

His family was

Silly them

That was just part of the game

Years ago, WordPress said

This was all closing down

Goodbye

I had been very sick for a bunch of years

Turns out evading an Auto immune disease

Brought to my knees

By a predator

So I would take walks with my dog

And think about things

And photograph the beauty

And then share it

This was way before social media

And it would show thousands and thousands of people

All over the world

Looking at what I wrote

I wasn’t quite sure why

It was just quiet thoughts

Words and pictures

It was all supposed to disappear

That’s what they said

I assumed it had all evaporated

But , Go figure 

here we are years later

And somehow it’s still here

And I am approaching a date

That could be considered an anniversary of sorts

Birth and death and predators and 

The delicious propensity for so many of us 

To transform into a 

Phoenix

The thinning of the curtain

Probably all of those thousands and thousands of people

In Africa and Pakistan

Are long gone

But that happens in life doesn’t it?

Sometimes we just express ourselves

Because there’s some kind of song inside of us

That might be of interest to absolutely nobody but us

Words and pictures

And sometimes that’s enough to be grateful

To weave together your own happiness

And mine

And the refrain to him will

Always be

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to you