Star Trek love letter… with brass gears, jazz diplomacy, tea-powered starships, and a Federation where “maybe” is policy. 🚀 The Brass Federation of Maybe is live — satire, hopepunk, and cosmic mischief included. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/the-b...

New blog up: writing poems, stories, blogs, building the site, designing merch, sending work out into the world. It’s a hustle, sometimes nerve-wracking, but honestly? Still having a blast. Ink keeps moving. 🚀 thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/ink-i...

If karma isn’t cosmic bookkeeping, what shapes our lives? 🌌 New Zenarchy essay explores cause, consequence, interdependence & ethical living without metaphysical scorecards. Thoughtful, rebellious, human. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/scien...

New short story: The Appointment I Already Attended — a veteran, a missing medical record, and the uneasy space where memory argues with bureaucracy. Quiet, haunting, human. Sometimes healing starts with being believed. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/the-a...

I just published SATORI STATION Episode 10 — The Final Line medium.com/@thebulletpr...

A Zen satire where tea refills itself, mirrors argue back, and enlightenment gets suspiciously marketable. No answers promised — just paradox, quiet laughs, and a little existential breathing room. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/the-n...

The anarchist planted flowers in a pothole. Drivers slowed. Rage softened. Beauty staged a quiet coup.

Revolution paused for tea. Turns out clarity brews better when the kettle sings instead of sirens.

New series launch 🌩️ Crazy Cloud Psychology — Madness, Insight & Social Norms. Was Ikkyu “crazy”… or just done pretending? Zen, rebellion, creativity, and the courage to be real. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/crazy...

I just published Satori Station Episode 9-Steal Back What Was Never Taken thebulletproofpoet.medium.com/satori-stati...

I asked the guru for truth. He handed me coffee, unpaid bills, and a laugh. “Start there,” he said. Weirdly… it worked.

The monk hacked the traffic light. Chaos flowed, horns sang. Suddenly everyone noticed the sky. Enlightenment arrived late—but stylish.

New blog drop: No First Cause, No Final Answer — exploring existence, meaning, and Buddhist insight without cosmic micromanagement. Less dogma, more awareness. Curiosity welcome. 🌌 thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/scien...

Someone replaced all campus ads with mutual aid flyers. Nobody confessed. Everyone quietly started helping each other.

Barista unionized the café mid-shift. Free oat milk, higher wages, and suddenly the espresso tasted like collective victory.

Pretty sure my neighbor’s a time traveler — the slang alone proves it. A funny, slightly surreal story about eras colliding, language aging badly, and why weird neighbors keep life interesting. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/my-ne...

I just published The Coquí Anarchist Papers thebulletproofpoet.medium.com/6a629fddb8e6

The manifesto dissolved in rain. We kept marching anyway. Chaos sometimes writes clearer than ink.

I asked purpose for directions. It shrugged. So I wandered off-grid — strange how lost can feel like liberty.

City fell. Flags faded. Coffee still tasted good. Maybe revolt is simply living loudly in a quiet apocalypse.

No throne, no gods, no script. Just cracked pavement and laughter. Turns out absurdity makes decent fertilizer.

They promised meaning. I found static. So I danced in it anyway — rebellion as rhythm, nothing as my drumbeat.

Burned the rulebook for warmth. Turns out freedom isn’t pretty — but the stars look brighter when no one owns the sky.

New poetry blog: Future Worth Fighting For — hope with grit, rebellion with heart. Come read. Stay hopeful. Keep dreaming loud. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/futur...

Her meditation cushion was a subway seat. Every screeching stop rang like a bell. Nirvana, but with graffiti.

Guru said, “Detach.” Punk said, “From what?” They burned the rulebook, brewed tea, and called it spiritual progress.

✨ Part VI is live: An Enchanted Realism. Not escape — attention. Consciousness as relationship, reality as participation. The Many-Voiced Mind. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/the-m...

They outlawed daydreaming. So we did it louder — guitars, laughter, incense. Turns out enlightenment hates uniforms too.

The monk spray-painted silence on the city wall. Traffic roared anyway. He smiled. Even chaos meditates if you listen sideways.

I just published SATORI STATION — Episode 8 thebulletproofpoet.medium.com/satori-stati...

Science meets Buddhism in Part IV of No First Cause, No Final Answer — exploring consciousness, change, ethics, and meaning in the universe. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/scien...

I just published Sacred Absurdity: Worshipping the Weird thebulletproofpoet.medium.com/sacred-absur...

Someone shouted, “Who’s in charge?” Silence raised its hand. No one obeyed.

The monk burned his rulebook for warmth. Winter left. The fire stayed.

Sustainability isn’t just habits — it’s awareness. A mindful way of living lighter, calmer, and more connected. New blog explores how attention can change consumption 🌱 thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/susta...

I just published The Sacred in the Ordinary: Finding Wonder Where You Already Stand thebulletproofpoet.medium.com/the-sacred-i...

The riot was internal: old fears yelling, new courage laughing. Guess who won? The one who refused to leave the dance floor.

I stopped chasing enlightenment. It followed me home, sat on the couch, stole my snacks, and said, “Relax. You were already enough.”

🌱 Part V is live: The World That Answers Back Reality isn’t passive. Attention, care, and action echo. The Many-Voiced Mind: A Neopagan Map of Consciousness thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/the-m...

Science maps the cosmos. Buddhism maps experience. Between them? A humbling truth: everything connects, nothing stands alone. New blog post live — come wander the mystery. thebulletproofpoet1.godaddysites.com/blog/f/no-fi...

I just published SATORI STATION Episode 7-The Captain’s Smile Has Static in It thebulletproofpoet.medium.com/satori-stati...

Right angles everywhere. Even clouds told to behave. Meanwhile Eris skateboards past, banana peel diplomacy intact.

They trademarked salvation, fine print in invisible ink. Grace escaped laughing, wearing clown shoes.