Purpose distorted

We can cry over the loss of loved ones. But it doesn’t bring anybody back.

After so much blood has been shed we still have our own problems at the end of the day.

The world is making me numb. I want to cry at the thought of what civilization has become. But crying doesn’t solve our problems we face. 

Humanity is a progressing infection diseasing our planet watching it slowly dying as we ride the wave until the final crash against the rocks.

We have become more interested in the next most popular nothing to distract us all from productive thinking. 

If anything were of importance, I would consider taking action to improve current living situations before moving into a duplex of disorder such as our faltering economic disaster. At this point, nothing is going to be just fine.

We can’t even live. You’re human as I am just the same. But the way it’s viewed your humanity isn’t as qualifying as my inhumane expectations require from your humanness. Therefore you are now in this category to fit into a dialogue. Those you allow to control your thoughts and actions will eventually make you into what they profiled you to become. 

Keep chasing the dream. Stand still and realize reality. When this is over. We are still living in the 20th century a century later. Never having moved forward but continuing a spiral in the same place we were trying to leave over 60 years ago. 

Will we ever move forward? Only if we begin thinking again. If we begin to take action. If we get involved in our communities. If we do something to refresh and renew ourselves of oppression and enslavement. 

I don’t see much of a chance.


So I Wrote

I asked them about
What I wrote
They replied using
My own quote
I inquired “What do
I talk about?”
Their statement was
“Just write it down.”
So I wrote.

I transcribed what
I knew about
Described it all and
Wrote it down
Kept tempo then
In a whirlwind of
Rhythmic melody as
I explained the
Steady pattern we can
Naturally see
Happening when it is
Believed to be
Back beneath every single soul
I really dunno

So I wrote

Wrote of how things
Will some way play out
Between knowledge by
Reasonable doubt
After so many others
Are walking around
Noses skyward but
Heads to the ground
Control your destiny
Though just for now
Somehow it seems
It comes down to
Together none
Or all as one
I didn’t know
So I wrote

So I wrote

Steady clenching
Cramped hands
Thinking singing
Spent bands
Beaches wearing
Ray bans
Bikinis with
Bronze tans
The best ten foods
Worse friends
Places that I would
Love Goin
People we all could
Need knowin
Say it isn’t so
So I wrote

So I wrote

Warning Story

Warning Story

I come with a warning
Because I’ve come with a story
Traversing through the past
I’ve never really been asked

How can I understand
What possibly do I fathom
Why display such audacity
My intent isn’t you mad at me
My experience is tattered
My spirit has been battered
I had to craft my disaster
Before it dried into plaster
And stuck to the walls
Weighing down my soul.

Why can’t you see the scars
Your darkness dims my stars
But they will burn brighter
Desire lit by an eternal fire
I’ve been the supplier,
Pyre ignitor, designer,
describer, driver, diver,
Provider, transcriber,
So why the denial
If it isn’t mistrust, than just
Relinquish me of disgust
After all I’ve done
I know how far I’ve come.


I just wanted to feel important. Pretend I fit in. I wanted the illusion of quality time together and having someone there. I wanted a family. Everybody grows up in a situation where our strongest desires are always just a dream. Success, wealth, fame, friends, family, communion, fellowship, church, work, money, it’s all obviously more important in life than being family. Being there for another, inseparable. That’s what we always wanted growing up, somebody there to listen to us. Now everybody talks anyways without being heard or relevant. There’s got to be someone in control. Dictation. You “have to” this and that. Nothing is optional. And none of us matter, ever. Anywhere, anyways. Facing reality; our parents haven’t been there for the idea of a family since before the 1980s. The children are as important as we are home for them. The bills became more important. Struggling became more desired than life itself. There never was time for kids. Kids were the lesser, they’re the background like the pets. Supposed to come first, important when remembered. That’s really where our places stand. For the saying “know your place”. We’re all last. Since economics. Parents don’t have time for kids, work till death and their kids are parents now and don’t have time for kids or parents. Sounds really like family. So the kids always go try finding acceptance and run around doing everything they aren’t stopped doing. Grow up faster trying to find one person who listens and understands. Looking for the invisible replacement chip for their shoulder. Because of the forever missing piece. A real family. By another, with another, for another. That never happens. We progress never having time now unless squeezed in enough for a planned scheduling of the most important and necessary part of life. When we get older and need caretaking we haven’t been there through their lives so they don’t have time for their parents that didn’t have time for them and the circle never ends because they still don’t get time for their family either. We’re all irrelevant, we’re all invisible.  We’re just rocks, another pile of junk, more clutter in someone’s life. There isn’t time. Emotions are only important to the drug prescribed. The drugs are the only ones that don’t judge you or hide sorrowful hearts. When in reality, everybody alive post 1912 doesn’t deserve anything in their existence. And none of it was ever actually here from the beginning. Unimportant, unaccepted, undesired, undeserving. Family became a story of the past. There’s not time for life anymore, death is rushing around every corner. We shouldn’t be here, and
shouldn’t be in any hurry to stay after the last 20 years. Let’s see how many mistakes continue after our generations finally are an acceptable age to be relevant, considering were in our 30s and transparent. Youth will always be voiceless and dreams are always going to be that. Thanks society. Nobody belongs.

The Anonymous Angel Project

The Anonymous Angel Project; a crowd-fund communication network, bringing back the spirit of togetherness.So often in society we complain about whats wrong instead of working to fix it.
So with this in mind The Anonymous Angel was created. Do you know someone who has a yard they don’t cut? Do you wonder why or just complain?
Have you ever considered they can’t afford a lawnmower or to pay someone to come cut it? Do you have a friend who seems to be struggling to make ends meet
and you want to find a way to give a little something extra? How about that family that doesn’t have a car because every dollar goes towards bills?
That’s where this idea is being put together. Donate to The Anonymous Angel gofundme account and bring it to the attention of the forum. Then with your help
we can get the problems worked on without complaint, hassle and judgement.

Everyday struggles are going on around us. Families are hungry, veterans are homeless, lights are shutoff as bills can’t be paid, suicides increase when people are unable to get help.
The Anonymous Angel is a way we can step forward and empower people. Yes, some take advantage but for others it’s a step forward, a way out of the life they’re drowning in.
Obviously when you’re months behind in bills or living on the streets one offer of assistance won’t change the world but it creates hope. Hope that tomorrow will be just a shade more hopeful.

Who is contributing towards getting problems solved if nobody takes action further than an opinion. If the communication were involved to actually obtain neighborhood awareness; wouldn’t it be in the best interest of the community if everybody participating in the network contributed as much as they complained? The money is being put into the crowd fund to contribute towards everybody as a collective actually doing something about the unsightly. Everybody participating with The Anonymous Angel Project is an active resource of involvement. The Forum is located at:


I am not in sole control of anything without communication and can not promise certainty more than leaving the money to collect as I continue to assist others in labor through my course. I am working with others rather working for one subsidy. And willing to discuss openly and leave a itemized record upon all approved transactions. Otherwise the number will grow by the contribution and help needed. By everybody collecting the money and discussing expenses openly before decisions are finalized. We have a more fair regulation on staying within budget. To be able to complete work at hand, without corporate and desperate highball estimates.

Bear with me as I am working through all of this amongst a small group of loyal friends and family who believe in me and promoting my idea. Regularly assisting others even if I just see a moving truck and offer to work. Changing someones tire on the roadside out of generosity. There can be someone or something on the way. If we communicate.

I am trying to piece this together as we continue to build inspiration. I might not be able to answer every question immediately. Although I assure I will be an active participant as well in the foundation and construction of this project design.

Anonymous Angel Project Inspiration


The Anonymous Angel Project

It’s been brought to my attention
Adults seem to have completely lost
Focus on importance of commotion
If our job is not to gossip; yet we’re
causing problems with Kamikazee
exaggerated drama
You act like you care so much about
The Neighborhood, Etc. where we live.
Instead try assisting one another
Take care of your brothers
Gonna complain, get involved
pitch in and give.
Each time we whine and stir about our petty drivel.
Where was the helping hand?
Since when was a caring heart banned?
How about this; a cure through compassion.
As we continue to attend public hearings,
community proceedings with less accusations
can curb assumptious presumptions and become more realistic.
It is time for All the adults to grow up.
Start communicating, listen to one another.
Listen to yourself first. Controlling how others live.
Contribute towards this crowdfund and as well
comment on the thread and it will go to my email.
See something that needs help?
Know of anybody with unsightly property?
Somebody in poverty could sustain through this theory.
Be a part of the solution. Do something right.

I don’t want complete control over finances.
My family could live comfortably; vacation annually and rationalize
on 600$ a week through one person in the homestead. It isn’t difficult.
Therefore; with my pardon begged for intrusion, as a voice in a free idea in communication. I would prefer being requested where to go achieve in assisting discomforted. A lone soldier.
Contributing my offer in travel as well as curbing impoverishment.
With everybody helping another.
But I need help with lacked knowledge in critical necessary fields for operating a successful idea as such presented.
Please grant access into a more secure future.
I’m pulling my last string of hope towards faith in humanity.
Why allow a society to view me as a peasant or treat me like a pawn when i’ve always known I can be the entire board and shut down the game?
If ACTIVE PARTICIPATION in community involvement presented such a revolutionary theory; World Unity may be more possible.
Thank you for your time.

Tyler Tucker

Theoretic rhetoric

Theoretic rhetoric as well,

how can you hate preference of self

which displays barrier less love,

casting damnation amongst brethren.

 A name which you blaspheme yourselves disastrously

delve deeper into a master piece

The modern day “biblical type folk”

seem to be portraying an eyeful

stating, “you’re going to die slow and painful in a simmering stew…

if you don’t listen and talk like we do”,

slightly askew of truth.

Only LOVE is boundless, and you’ve steadily sounded,

“sin misses the mark” , erecting the fences’ parts

then get the point.

Before you validate direction ending a start!

Before we could read a story we had to use our eyes

Dimming the light we only read the top of the line with our sights

on feeding our lives without needing our hearts to keep beating.

Jesus spoke of our eyes being deceiving.

The LORD is no Homophobe, you’re just a

really slow philophobic agoraphobe.

Get your blurred picture out of the image.

The trail was the road and you flail unaware of focus.

If I said your “GOD” doesn’t accept full homosexuals

I’d be scorned knowing they’re performance

is surely fair purely they’re the only ones

open enough to be opened up, so;

why are our hearts closed, though?

A dark road i tread depths as i chart those bullies

A sharp blow by said throw of the dart pokes fully

A need to knead the knot so this religion isn’t…

Inconsistent, though GOD isn’t a texture.

I reckon you don’t question GOD

Unless we dredge a quest with our best guesses..

Its word is all it holds;

as we’re pierced with the High Sword, we’ve lost control.

Our loss of Love’s shredding apart our souls!

Man has become Humanity’s obstacle!