Traveler or Dreamer?


Part of my ‘growing up’ process has been accepting that there is “no happily ever after”… however I am also learning that there is no “unhappily ever after” either… hence as a temporary visitor I am free to fill all the time and space ‘in-between’ haha… with words?


Am I a traveler

Or a dreamer?




Restless mind?



Where is home?

Precious home of my dreams?


Am I dreaming?

Or am I travelling?


Images flow

Of mountains, rivers and trees,

Trains and planes,

Birds and cranes,

Scattering the boundless sky

Free finally free?

Or locked

in this cage of Dreams?


Perfect home family wealth success fame respect body pleasures satiated…

Is there an end to this stream?


With thirst,

Comes the journey


Fallen journeys

Leaf like memories

Dance with the wind

As winter comes


Seasons change

So do places, people and nature

So I sing,


Am I a traveler

Or a dreamer?

Fooling around with Cartooning

Perhaps during these ‘troubled’ times it’s alright to make fun of whatever that comes to mind with my amateur cartooning skills. I ain’t no pro cartoonist but that doesn’t stop me from having some fun and making fun of people and events. Enjoy! It is much necessary to go out and use that inner compassion to help make the world a better place for all of us but that doesn’t stop us from enjoying life with all its flaws and stupidity and beauty.


“Ousting Nixon Parody”, Watercolour and Ink, Inspired by cartoon legend Chester Gould in his Detective Dick Tracy cartoon published in 1948 on Chicago Tribune


“American Dream Scream” Watercolour and Ink


“The Orange One”, Watercolour and Ink

Confessions (of a former ‘Master of the Universe’)

A strange bird sings

Perched on a skyscraper tall tree

Is it Bird-man?

I recently watched this film

But why is this character here?

Simply singing and watching

As I fall


Quite a view

From the top of a skyscraper

Modern dollar temples

Trickling towards the faithful

Followers of my Word

As I look down

I see the streets

Where I used to stroll

Old Trinity Church still stands

(Though very short compared to my $ temples)

What? Zuccotti park is again filled with Occupy protesters

Where is the Charging Bull?

I hope it charges towards those ungrateful protesters

Whose parents gave them everything

Yet they still complain

Pampered fools

Liberals, ‘hippies’ and lazy f***ers

Can’t they get a job just like everyone else?

I can see my worshippers down there

The best of the best

My managers

Straight out of Ivy League ‘schools’

My workers and interns

From all around the world

Also there are some confused tourists

Looking up

As I fall


Funny thing

Is that they don’t know I’m falling

They think I am performing some divine ritual

That life will get better and better

And as long as my ‘God-blessed’ system continues

All is well and daily life will continue as usual

Shop, eat, sex, sleep, work…

And they consider themselves ‘happy’ (sort of)

I should feel pity for these ant-like people

Rushing here for my crumbs

If they are lucky enough, they can get their hands on a piece

Oh they become so proud and happy

Selfies, instagrams and tweets

Dinners, parties and booze

Shopping sprees, suits and cars…


Little do these people know

How this crazy craving and extravaganza

Has been slowly planted into their minds

Little do they know how I spent billions and billions in the media industry

To slowly condition them to want to be like me

Not like me per se

For I like to remain ‘invisible’

But like my puppets who perform the act

Of being beautiful, rich and famous

Therefore people want to join me

To work for me

To consume for me

Sometimes when consumption is low

I hit them with slogans

‘Keep buying, keep shopping, all on sale!

All on sale, on sale, on sale!’

People go berserk, just like animals

Stampeding each other

And keep on buying and buying

(Quite entertaining for me)

And people want to have more and more

More phones, flatscreen TVs and laptops

More houses and cars

(Which actually means more loans and more profits for me)

More sensual pleasures

(At least it distracts them from noticing the system)

They want more and more

They want everyone else to share that living craze

(For it comforts people to know that others are on the same boat)

So the system continues…


It’s really not easy to maintain this system

I have to go to war for oil and very soon for water

I have to convince people that climate change is not real

That the environment is not in a critical state of change

That my system does not destroy the environment

I have to control dissent and send them to my special place

A place where their bodies belong to me and I can do anything

To bring these people to ‘normality’ and last resort wipe them out

I have to ‘educate’ people

To not think but to follow orders from above

I have to dig through history and learn from the best

Like from the British colonial machine

I have to turn people against each other

Based on any lines like religion, race, class, etc

Using lies, fear and manipulation

So that people seldom notice me

But hate and kill each other

Divide and conquer

Pretty brilliant plan

Isn’t it?

I have to carefully pick out and feed selected leaders

Fatten them up

So they work for me

Not against me

I have maintain this magical world

Of fusing myths with the so called reality:

That all men are equal (not women)

That women belong to the house

And exist to satisfy men

That there is Universal right to education

That the rich are rich because they work hard

That it is God’s wish that the rich are rich and remain rich

That the poor are lazy, violent and envious people

That we live in a free, tolerant society

And people should not complain nor dialogue to each other

That everyone should stay in their houses and live ‘happy’ lives


Dam it! It’s getting harder and harder to maintain this system

People are talking and dialoguing to each other

Trying to find alternatives

I’m hearing things like new-economy

Bottom-up approaches


Organic farming

Common resource management


Those ungrateful bastards

After all I have given to them…

Now I’m falling

But I can always rise again

For I live and suck on human-blood

I will be there waiting for the right moment to rise again

But now I’m about to hit flat on the floor

And splash into pieces

Back to Earth I return…



ps. I would like to show appreciation for my friend and guru who introduced me to the ideas of Paulo Freire, leading Brazilian thinker, philosopher, educator and writer of the book ‘Pedagogy of the Oppressed’ and Frantz Fanon, a psychotherapist and anti-colonial thinker who exposed the connection between mental disease and oppressive colonialism. A deep and sincere thank you my cuckoo friend.

Ode to Climate Change

Heat heat go

Hot summers no

Climate change

You’re not real

But here you are

Knocking at my door


Glaciers melt

Rivers flood


River flora dies

River fauna cries


Where are you river dolphins?

I can’t see you no more

But I can hear your cries in my heart

Your sweet happy voices

Turned into screeches of anguish


Oh wild salmon fish

Extinct you go

You might be labeled superfood

But you ain’t superFish

Humans expect you to jump Dams

To lay your eggs and sustain the life cycle…


No fresh salmon for you

Grizzly bears

Former kings of the pine forests

No reverence to you anymore

You are no longer considered sacred

No longer considered powerful

How can you fight with claws and fangs against bullets?

Those deadly bullets

That claimed the lives of your father, mother, brothers and sisters

Take my life too

It’s better than being a circus freak in a zoo


By the river

The beaver has stopped building its dams

Fewer ponds for salmon and trout to grow

Fewer songbirds

Fewer frogs and toads

Fewer wetlands

Fewer meadows

Fewer forests filled with aspens and willows

Fewer layers of rejuvenating bottom land

The life cycle slowly dies


When will humans realize that if Mother dies

We become like lost orphans

Under whose roof shall we live?

Some rich people plan

To move to the Moon, Mars or colonize a new planet…

But 99% of the world are poor as **** (compared to them)

How much will we suffer?

Thus Awaken and let’s tell our Mother

How much we Love her

Let’s Care for her

And fight for her with our Lives


But not yet I guess

Here I am sitting in front of a computer

Others by their TVs

Others playing with their phones


While by the sea shore

Whales, sea lions and dolphins wash up dead

Sea birds spa on oil spills

And snack on the Great garbage patch

Once they fill up their bellies

They lie flat on the golden sand


Sand dunes are swept

Pockets filled with money

So waves sweep deep

When the beastly waves strike

Where shall we all flee?


To the mountains where glaciers melt?

To the plains where drought strikes?

To the valleys where floods sweep?

To the cities that can’t sustain themselves without electricity?

Or to the villages that have no access to clean water nor power?


Oh the world is filled with suffering

Sorry to say but there is no escape to it

I searched all my life for one

Found Nothing

At All

Only stumbled upon the zero shaped Ohm


That states

Mind and world are One my friend

Mind is a creation of the World

World is a creation of the Mind

Let’s internalize this

And one day hopefully we’ll both realize Shunyata

Or die ‘tricked’ or trying

Not much to lose anyway

In the current state of world’s affairs…


And please excuse my directness

But Sustainability without Love is Bullshit!

Pure, hard, constipated, Bullshit!

Wake up from your rosy dreams

And see the world as it Is


Seeking completion as One.


And don’t forget

To Love your Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters

And Climate Change

This is my ode to you

May you bring Change to this world…

The Horse Owner

Once upon a time there was a horse owner who lost all his horses. Very sad and lonely, he went for a walk into the forest and stumbled upon a strong dark horse lost in it. This horse was stronger and taller than all his previous horses. The horse looked lost and confused in the forest so the horse owner tried to go help it. The horse owner approached the dark horse and tamed it with his kindness. Soon the horse started to follow and work for him. The owner could ride this horse everywhere at very fast speed. This dark horse would work very hard to follow any of the owner’s orders and the owner would praise and reward the horse for its hard work. Time went on, and the owner and the horse developed a relationship. Yet the dark horse had one very bad quality. It was very jealous and always wanted the owner to have full attention on it. Everytime the owner would ride another horse or even be friendly towards another horse, the dark horse would get very jealous and angry. And when the owner would try to ride the dark horse again, this horse would show its anger to the owner—the horse would jump around, go very fast, suddenly stop and make the owner fall and get hurt. The owner—sad, hurt and terrified didn’t know how to deal with the horse… Should I continue riding this horse? Should I run away from this horse? Should I find a new horse? This dark horse was very strong, powerful and scary so the owner didn’t know how to deal with it. Very worried, the owner got very sad and sick. Until one day, the owner realized that although he had lost all his horses, he still had lots of friends and relatives who really loved him and are ready to help him. Then the owner went to seek for help from his close friends and relatives and together they found a solution for ways to deal with the dark horse. You can still be friends with the dark horse but you can’t let it control your life. You can live without a horse but can’t live without your loved friends and relatives.

I dedicate this story to all those who suffer from their personal dark horses. Be strong, don’t be afraid and remember your close friends, teachers and/or relatives are there for you. Take the initiative, talk to them and they will help out. Stay strong and have faith.