Puerto Rico isn’t just surviving history—it’s rewriting it. 🌴⚡ Spanish, Taíno, and electric futures collide in a vision of resilience, rhythm, and radical reinvention. Read more: thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/the-f...

Home Planet News #22 is live — and I’m honored to be featured in it! 🌍✨ Grateful to share space with so many brilliant voices. Check it out here: homeplanetnews.com

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☕ New on The Bulletproof Poet — Caffeine Enlightenment: The Coffeehouse as Modern Monastery. Steam as incense. Wi-Fi as prayer. Where rebellion meets mindfulness, and every latte is a small awakening. Read the full gospel of caffeine → thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/caffe...

Not all heroes march or shout. Some mop floors at dawn, drive through storms, and whisper revolutions in dishwater. ✊🏽 Read Invisible Labor, Visible Struggle — a hymn for the unseen hands that hold the world. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/invis...

Eris winks again, pouring gold in traffic lights— chaos gets the green.

The apple rolls free— gravity is optional on holy Thursdays.

My ego staged a coup, then immediately resigned for ethical reasons.

The Buddha joined a union. Management tried to negotiate emptiness.

Meditation app crashes. I reach Nirvana manually.

I burned my ID and found enlightenment in the smoke. The ashes formed a barcode that whispered, “You’re free, but only if you forget what that means.”

My shadow declared independence. I applauded. Now it’s running a commune and teaching mindfulness to pigeons.

I tried to protest. The protest protested me. We both laughed and left a trail of confetti on reality’s rug.

Hermes rides the subway. Pan hides in abandoned lots. The old gods never left—they’re just disguised in our cities. Discover how to see, honor, and even invite forgotten deities into your modern life. 🌆✨ thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/reviv...

Government is optional. Gravity is suspicious. I meditate on a sandwich and realize the bread is rebelling too.

The state dissolved into a puddle. I bowed. The puddle bowed back. Now we’re both anarchists sipping tea in a sky that doesn’t exist.

Noise is power. Music is protest. 🎶🔥 Dive into ‘Sonic Liberation’—where drums, hip-hop, and choir voices become acts of resistance. Feel the rhythm of rebellion: thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/sonic... #Activism #MusicAsProtest #SonicLiberation

Golden hairpiece, golden house, golden age? Dive into a gilded world where shine hides the soul—my latest surreal satirical rumination is live: thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/golde... ✨🏰🌀

ghosts of Marx and Rand argue in my comments section both lose followers

share the revolution but credit me as author — creative commons

Feeling immense pride today—my work has been accepted by Home Planet, Lost Lake Folk Opera, Pensive, Muse, and The DADvocacy Consulting Group Blog. From where I started to here, it’s been a journey of persistence, growth, and finding my voice. 🌟✍️

Thrilled and humbled! A few days ago, Lost Lake Folk Opera accepted my work, and today Home Planet did too. Grateful to have my words appear in both magazines—it’s a true honor to be part of their pages.

committee of one motions to end all motion passes unanimously

my landlord reposts “abolish private property” in cursive font

Smash your clocks. Breathe the eternal now. My latest essay, Zen and the Art of Smashing Clocks, is live — a meditation, a revolt, a manifesto for the unscheduled. #BulletproofPoet #TimeRebellion thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/zen-a...

we own nothing now except each other’s content and unpaid dreams

utopia app requires latest update — terms of surrender

Between One and void, a tremor of holy jest— the stars blush awake.

Light forgets itself, descending as laughter’s veil— Eris births the dawn.

equality sign painted on corporate glass step aside, comrade

coffee shop commune wifi password still guarded solidarity

Every onion layer reveals another illusion— still, I weep for joy.

The Monad sneezed once, and matter happened by chance— gesundheit, cosmos.

Rebellion doesn’t have to shout. Discover the power of whispered poetry in 'The Whisper Manifesto' — subtle, dangerous, and quietly revolutionary. 🔥✒️ thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/the-w...

The Form of Chaos casts shadows on the cave wall— I name one “Tuesday.”

One became many— then many forgot the joke. Eris still remembers.