Stories of K

By:Kevin Kogo Screaming children, a few might be yours Fired again from a job I hated Dying parents, who linger until you are busted Broke, and broken, sisters and brothers Cheating spouses and naked pictures Risking it all for an urge never satisfied, no matter who is under the sweaty sheets with you The darkness in life shapes us Cuts away the clutter Leaves you lean in spirt, a soul like an old leather shoe Finally left with nothing but a murmur into the glass, a ‘now what, just get it on universe We all dance on the hot cement Music we never chose Written by a universe just wanting to see how much you can take Arms overhead, screaming into the wind shaking our asses off until the final notes leave us alone Nothing left but a memory of a man on fire It has been a beautiful dance Still is Listening for the final note Loving the feel of burning cement

By:Kevin Kogo Staring at the ceiling fan at three in the morning My mind a nonfunctioning pile of overloaded rubbish Worrying if I am worrying about the right things I need to worry about after a day in the life of someone who just cannot worry anymore Frustrated enough to cry because I cannot help them all Too many hurt people chased by too many demons Looking for a little light in a world slowly fading to darkness Overloaded to the point of a constant throbbing pain, gnawing at the base of my overflowing skull Wasted nights trying to understand what cannot be explained, wondering why hatred and intolerance are now proof of faith in God and a love of country? Not even good wine deadens a mind which has had enough, feeling too much of the worst we can be as humans, too little sleep to give me relief, too much disbelief my world has become a place where I no longer comprehend what we have lost, a world once good, now destroyed by ...

By:Kevin Kogo It’s quiet here in the early dawn and no one’s around. Just the way I like it. I’m sitting on a bench, sipping black coffee on an old dock looking out over the ancient lake. I watch with an incredible sense of serenity as the fog dies out with the rising sun. There’s a peculiar stillness here this morning. The sky grows lighter and lighter. A subtle breeze makes small ripples on the water. The fish jump and splash and the birds chirp and flutter and everything seems joyous and harmonious. The great hum of life. Behind me, the world is not so joyous and harmonious. Behind me is a society teetering on the edge of all-out madness; a society of half-asleep people completely entangled in a web of false narratives and social fictions. A semiconscious society of disenfranchised people at war with each other over manufactured illusions and irrational beliefs — people completely alienated from each other, from themselves, from the TRUTH. Every realm of society is p...

By:Kevin Kogo       Photo source : www.wsj.com Invalidation happens everywhere these days, especially cults of wannabe entrepreneurs who worship at the altar of ‘personal responsibility.’ Ask anyone with a little firsthand experience. It doesn’t stop there. We have politicians who grew up on welfare chanting to gut it for everyone else. We have politicians who giggle about dying children. We have ‘news anchors’ who lie for money. No, they don’t speak for everyone. They speak for tens of millions, though, and that’s too many if you ask me. The anatomy of invalidation We live in a culture steeped in toxic positivity. Everyone has to perform upbeat, socially acceptable attitudes 24/7. We treat negative emotions as contagious. We don’t let anyone express sadness or vulnerability, because we’re afraid we’ll catch it. We force everyone to find a silver lining. We expect them to tack a happy ending onto every story, even if they have to lie. If they can’t, we inv...

By:Kevin Kogo       Photo source:Misocial life I’ve never understood the fascination some people have with billionaires. It’s bizarre. Forming cults around billionaires who don’t give a fuck whether you live or die just as long as they don’t have to pay taxes is kind of a cross between masochism and Stockholm syndrome. It doesn’t matter how much they exploit us, pollute our world, and how much money they stack someplace else to avoid paying what they’re owed to society. We praise them for their greed, selfishness, lack of empathy, and lack of humanity. We keep praising them even when they’re laughing at us. The truth is, most of us have more in common with every person living below the poverty line than with any billionaire. But billionaires only exist because we allow them to exist. And we allow them to exist because we still think that one day we’ll get filthy rich, too. We don’t want to listen to those who tell us that extreme wealth isn’t created by si...