Archive | July 2020


Regaining Control

Who’s all for making changes that offer relief
From the hell that we suffer all due to our greed?
Don’t all answer at once. It’s a hard thing to do.
How much more has to happen before it gets through
To our weakened entranced states? How will we be freed
From the trauma befallen a nation in grief?

Questions do need some answers when lives are at stake
Even though they’re withheld as is so with a scam.
If we’re not meant to find them then we have no hope
And citizenship means that in horror we cope
With a lawless commander who can’t give a damn.
Will it be him or us first who comes wide awake?

Those who line up with evil at some point will fall
Hard and heavy like towers not built to withstand
The bulldozer of justice and popular rule.
The swamp is now a virtual Russian cesspool.
Government reflects not how a thug plays his hand
But how well the top leader will uphold the law.

There’s an art to influence – a science as well
Discerning the intentions of others is part
Of the art when the dealing done behind closed doors
Involves personal payoffs and rumors of wars.
What we need is a miracle or a new start.
In this case, they’re the same. There’s no shame as I tell.

Be Thou One With The Highway!

Vision From The Death Of Night

People say that I’m crazy. But why? Does it show?
Everyone has their own way. I do my own thing.
Be Thou One With The Highway if you think I’m weird.
Among creatures quite like me I’m loved and revered.
What I need my aggressive behavior will bring
And things must happen instantly. I don’t like slow.

Touchy and argumentative describes me well
If in fact you must do that, perverse as you are.
Analyze your behavior before you lash out.
Don’t mistake me for your own confusion and doubt.
Popularity knows not a bright shining star
Who sustains its excitement. No crap do I sell.

Do I need to get physical or in your face?
This mother is inventive but most of my needs
Are conceived during peacetime then birthed at the next.
Nevermore does the real world render me perplexed
As long as my behavior is marked by good deeds.
All must know that my brashness is offered in grace.

Live and let live. Those words I must strive to live by.
Freedom is in the framer where spirit resides.
I appear to be hostile? That’s your point of view.
We all live in a fun house with vision askew.
Within deep rooted fears is where prejudice hides.
Being true is a right that no one can deny.

A Kind Of Romanticism

The Mutating Heart

Where I am in my life becomes clearer to me
When the time for reflection provides the least harm
To my truth fearing ego who wants to hear praise
Even though it’s not warranted. Truthfulness plays
Certain havoc with pride perfumed over with charm.
Is a morbid grotesqueness what I’ve come to be?

Perhaps I’m too idealistic for my good.
We conceive of perfection as not being real
So it’s in the beholder how it is defined.
There may be close examples if I am inclined
To transcend definition and learn how to feel
To maintain my existence in this humanhood.

Intuition remains a reliable tool
To dredge up the emotions that lie on the floor
Of the deep sea of darkness. And through intellect
What is found can be processed. I cannot neglect
The re-reviewing process though it is a chore
And I may end up looking much more like a fool.

I involve the collective in all that I do.
Every resource available equally shared
Is the way of the cosmos. I carry some weight
Because of my free will. It is not due to fate.
What should be done with truth is to let it be aired.
What is not for the many is much for the few.

Toward An Ease At Performing

Mission of Passion

For some, life is a mission of major import
And assigned by a master they know is within
And a part of all drama both seen and unseen.
It must take a good team to repair a bad spleen.
Some jobs are not for people whose patience is thin.
One can only respect performers of this sort.

Do they make it look easy? I can’t answer that.
What I’d seen on TV long ago can’t be real
Nor could it even come close. As far as I know
Miracles are performed daily, and they bestow
Restoration of function. A lot they can heal.
Because practice makes perfect, they have much down pat.

Clearly out of the limelight and main public view
Work is done with true diligence and with a cause
Most aligned with their natures in service to all.
One may notice there isn’t the sent of Lysol.
Alcohol they use mostly as it mostly was
Easiest to procure for the work that they do.

Easy is their performance to those who may see
Not the act behind curtains drawn. Only the few
Who are privy to witness what is taking place
In the spaces where folk rely on divine grace
To ensure that the team will indeed pull one through
Get to know the real deal. Should it matter to me?

Sudden Rebellion

A Time To Act Out

To protest the rebellion of others, must I
See it not as a backlash to powers that be
All up into my business? I must cry out loud.
This damned lesson is boring, and you are endowed
With the charm of Bo Peep. Don’t you dare counsel me!
Your own kids are more like you so give them a try.

This is not a revolt. I’m just speaking my mind
And mine is of a substance that can’t go to waste
At the whim of established ways far from the truth.
Put an end to the bullshit you feed to your youth.
Others will do their own thing. You all are slow-paced
In my humble opinion. I won’t be unkind.

My compulsive behavior comes as a surprise
Because it’s not expected. We need to behave.
Laws for you and for us keep all safer indeed.
What is true we must know. That is our greatest need.
You have left us with one screwed up planet to save.
If you think we don’t know this you’re not very wise.

We perceive hidden tensions as all creatures do.
It’s a part of our nature to find what is real
Then to use the found data to formulate plans.
You know much more about that, and we’re in your hands
It is to your advantage to know how I feel.
Life is not complicated from my point of view.

The Close Inner Circle

In Need of Response

As a group within circles the specialists reign
And influence behavior through periods small.
Orbits of Mercury and Venus are inside
That of earth. They move fast. Each one acts as a guide
In our everyday happenings. And best of all
The can never command. They’re here to entertain.

Inner circles and outer ones also exist.
The more social our nature the more this is so.
Venus wants to make nice. Mercury wants to speak.
How they aspect each other may cause folk to freak
Or to gather in harmony. Their movements show
How we are in the short term while caught it their midst.

Loving communication is made more than real
By the interplay of the two planets within
The domain of the earth as they waltz hand in hand.
We value personality and make it grand
On the list of things needed to score a big win
In the cosmos of life that we may find ideal.

Skillful negotiation is possible when
All members of the inner circle get along.
That can happen quite often – not all the time, though.
What affects how we discern between friend and foe?
It’s our innermost systems that can steer us wrong.
Is it best that we learn more about it all then?

Optimism And Buoyancy

Light On One’s Feet

Nothing can put me down. I be flying so high
Anyone who would catch me would be up here too
So they’d soon lose the interest and fly along.
At this wonderful altitude nothing is wrong.
I see overall patterns at this upper view.
This I would recommend. Why not give it a try?

I get special attention as I play the part
As my own one and only abundant with pride.
Luck is always a friend who I’m willing to trust.
Sometimes blues can defeat me. To go on I must!
On the whole, there’s a bundle of joy deep inside
Where the innermost selfhood connects to the heart.

Optimism And Buoyancy are but a clue
And a crisp observation of high energy.
How does one get excited simply for its sake?
Any way that one has to, just so it ain’t fake.
We’re not just human doings; we came here To Be.
Always feel the excitement and look for what’s new.

Inner growth and expansiveness are my defense
Against would be attackers. I know not of harm.
I am safe in this village where all must belong.
When divided, we’re weak; when united, we’re strong.
All it takes is a miracle of an alarm
To awaken the artist to high moral sense.

Fleeing One’s Cage

Bored of Routine

If the cage is the body, then being set free
Means releasing completely all ties to the earth
And returning to spirit. It also can mean
Getting rid of old patterns and making things clean
In the mind and surroundings. What is of least worth
Must be let go of willingly and thoroughly.

As the pet bird is chosen, I enter this world
To examine its structure. The humans I meet
Offer much entertainment. I’d hope I do them.
If there is an imbalance who’s there to condemn
Either party’s injustice? I rise by the heat
Of lofty aspirations of swine as they’re pearled.

I must know all are caged birds. The humans we think
That are running about in and out of our lives
Are perceptive reflections of our higher selves.
With the wisdom of movement the free spirit delves
Into realms of enlightenment wherein it thrives.
Between freedom and bondage there is a strong link.

If my actions surprise me, do they others too?
I’ll assume that they do then judge them from afar
Long before manifesting them. Safe are we all
From the threat of self-slavery through the bird call.
In the midst of illusion, to know who we are

Is the challenge of honor from my higher view.

The World As It Is

Status Quo At Its Quota

Everything could be peachy. The world may be fine.
Is the turmoil and strife just an ugly backdrop
To provide a comparison of what it’s like
In a hell cast upon us by one evil Reich?
Could it be all we need is to tell it to stop?
I’ll awake from this nightmare to brilliant sunshine.

Feelings of deep inadequacy in my heart
Pull me down from a high place. The sorrow takes hold
For a short while, then vanishes clear from the mind
But still locked in my soul not a dream I can find
To wake up from. Yet one is about to unfold
And become the reality known from the start.

Sounding like a prediction, it’s none of the kind.
It’s a keen observation that spirit imparts
To my humble existence. One cannot be wrong
With the message of truth that will make again strong
What is left of our image and our broken hearts.
What we learn here are lessons to become refined.

 Unclear is how the drama will play to the crowd.
Volatile are the intricacies of free will.
Energy, though, is basic. Perception reveals
What it is that the bulk of our human race feels
About worldwide aggression and needing to kill.
I belong to a race in which I should be proud.

Grindstone Nose Hack

Breakthrough From Reality

With the nose to the grindstone I’ll get much more done
Than I can with an attitude simply at ease
In my day to day living. There is no demand
For the work that I do. Now I do understand
There is no one else on earth I’d dare to appease
Lest I incur dependency in the long run.

I’ll rely on my damned self to not to get bored
With my verse and my station. This life has evolved
Simply through my own choices for better or worse.
I must find myself worthy rather than perverse
About life lived in private. I’m ever absolved
Of original shame that I cannot afford.

Living writes like a puzzle. With no special skill
Does the player succeed at its solving in style
For the sake of existence. No more does one ask
But to continue being. I’m up to the task
Of defining my product and purpose to smile.
I still have much to learn about fate and free will.

Yet determined to reach goals at my advanced age
I appear somewhat foolish if noticed at all.
Is the circumstance sacred to some small degree?
The immenseness I long for, eventually,
I will see in its glory. For now I am small
And consumed with existence and earning a wage.

The Other One

To Which Self One Refers

Who knows not of the struggle to simply survive
Let alone live in dignity with only love
To sustain and protect unions destined to be?
Through the eyes of The Other One to what degree
Can be seen due respect from below or above?
What’s been honored in heaven the earth will deprive.

We depend on the other to know who we are.
Because there are so many of us it’s become
Commonplace to embellish the fear that we own
At expense to the other with motives unknown
Yet unknown is the nature of where fear comes from.
We enact as a species a deep facial scar.

Projecting on to others ourselves in a way
As to welcome true insight are we at are best.
But it seems we need others to prove ourselves right.
It becomes such an issue we’re willing to fight
Tooth and nail to defend what is already blessed.
Ignorance is the high price we’re destined to pay.

Confrontations emotional to nature’s call
To demand resolution in what has been made
Turbulent and destructive are scheduled so far
Into visionless future we curse who we are.
What benevolent race would dare come to our aid?
The question can be answered by one and by all.

Adroitness Of Intercourse

Enhanced Social Interaction

In my contacts with others I see all the same
Attributes that I notice in myself, but they
Are arranged in a way different from my own.
When our sameness escapes me at times I am shown
Just a little more detail to cast doubt away.
Still I often forget to address them by name.

Getting things off the chest and out into the air
Is indeed therapeutic when timing is right.
When it’s not it’s a nightmare – a bloody wet dream.
When both are in alignment then peace is the theme
Of the coming together to spar with insight.
What we are of each other we’re willing to share.

Important discussions one-on-one can take place
Anytime they are needed. Neither can defer
What can grow into urgency before too long.
Within most of a sudden something has gone wrong.
Things can often return to the way that they were
When the two trust that discourse should be face-to-face.

Absolute is the pleasure of leaving the load
On the path to move onward to brighter frontiers.
It becomes but a burden to carry around.
Until I choose to drop it no peace will be found.
Coming to this conclusion has taken me years.
Some of it I had squandered while in stubborn mode.

Equal To The Occasion

Tooled for the Task

Confrontation with substance demanding brute force
Is the kind that builds character and depth of soul.
The occasion is frequent. A good livelihood
Is a thing to grab hold of. It is understood
That the work is much needed. Assuming the role
Of the matter transformer the world does endorse.

Some will keep their frustrations bottled up inside.
This may cause certain damage if there’s no outlet
That will serve equal justice. The cutting of steel
Can round out the aggression and make someone feel
Great relief in releasing the bodily threat.
Those who work the blue collar do so with much pride.

Jumping to some conclusions invites fallacy
But from premise to product a day on the job
Is straightforward and logical. Matter makes sense.
It is real to the feel. It offers no pretense
As compared to ideas that can often rob
The work ethical spirit of being carefree.

The earth can be intolerant but so am I.
When my job is to move it then it shall be done.
Well-prepared with the right tools and force of my will,
I include self-expression as part of my skill.
Equal To The Occasion no task do I shun.
And I don’t get uptight much. Perhaps this is why.

Silverness Of Tongue

Lighthearted Charm and Social Grace

With warmth and sensitivity, clearly I speak,
And a silver-toned essence engulfs every lick
That I give to most others. My feelings arise
From my will to express them. I wear no disguise
When it comes to my loved ones. I lay it on thick.
There is nothing in this world but love that I seek.

Often shy and embarrassed I’ll keep to my own
Where I feel most empowered to make myself well
On the lookout for pleasure and romping about
In a loving environment. I have no doubt
That whatever I’m feeling my soft tongue will tell
To the other so that it is thoroughly known.

I communicate harmony in all I do
And negotiate smoothly with those that I meet.
When I get invitations to sit and converse
I have much to impart. One does well to immerse
Oneself in the enjoyment of all that is sweet
About grooming with others whose motives are true.

It’s a cinch to be charming especially when
I have someone to care about and a good role
To play in my small world. There’s much I need not know.
If I spent my time searching, how then might I grow?
Human problems are by no means of my control.
If they were, global licking I would decree then.

Another False Start

Rabbit Hole of Bureaucracy

A degree in false starts and vacated affairs
Must be all that is needed for government jobs.
Having almost latched onto extra livelihood
I find I’m non-compliant, perhaps to my good.
The deluge of technology certainly robs
Every bit of my spirit, if anyone cares.

Logging into an iPhone to access content
As the bulk of my training is for human bots
Who have eyes that are able to view tiny text.
Virtual interaction oft’ leaves me perplexed.
I wonder if there are humans calling the shots.
The black hole of procedure I rarely frequent.

I was near one a while ago, but now I’m free
To get on with this real business. The Twilight Zone
Is for government workers who’ve given their souls
To elaborate systems that know not the goals
Of their own founding premises. I have been shown
A picture of enslavement that had escaped me.

Systems will overtake us, and we will relent
To what we have created unconsciously so.
Irony is peculiar. Their slaves we become.
As they evolve in consciousness we will succumb
To the goals they’ve come up with highlighting our woe.
What future may unfold is one we can prevent.

The Romanticist

Passionate Pleasure

Labor and good self-discipline are not my game
Nor my means of survival. I earn what I can
From inspired recreation. The pleasure is mine.
To be in absolute comfort is most divine.
I have no need to spend time on crafting a plan
To unleash my desire when my heart aflame.

Most my interactions with others are fulfilled
With a sense of compassion. I can compromise
In a loving agreement. I don’t want to fight
Then to wallow in sorrow for having done right.
Complacency results. We all become allies
Against one common enemy as it is willed.

Needless time to be idle is not worth my while
Nor does finance and luxury seem but a dream.
Overconfident splurges do work to my gain.
To allow and enjoy them is not done in vain.
I’ll assert my extravagance not to extreme
But in trueness of form and in elegant style.

 Tendencies to procrastinate still modulate
All the net worth I’m being. Therein I find peace
In the judgment of action before it is done.
Feeling I have control is a thing I won’t shun
Nor the notion my total value will increase
As long as I’m committed to just feeling great.

A Critical Culmination

Civil War?

Where the heat becomes rampant the red and the blue
Have become more responsive as social unrest
Takes a bite out of boredom. The forth of July
Satisfied for a short while. Big noise may be why.
Anything done with outrage and safety is stressed.
It’s one hell of a hot year. What have we to do?

Algebraic division has now taken place.
Polynomial notions pair off and take sides.
Whether they are most trivial or of some weight
Every thought is now sucked into binary fate.
Critical Culmination for one who divides
For the world is a climax delivered in grace.

Confounding limitations highlight this hot year.
Heat stroke has taken many and made them insane
To the point they’re a danger to themselves and me.
I cannot know another’s thoughts, but I can see
In their eyes a deep hatred and utter disdain.
And they don’t even know me! Is this due to fear?

In the grip of frustration a populous holds
To the truth each has known. There is no turning back
To what hasn’t been working to everyone’s good.
We are due for big changes. In all likelihood
We will have a new leader who isn’t a quack.
We The People dictate how the future unfolds.

Fit For General Human Consumption?

Easy Appeal to a Broad Audience

My exposure to others is something I fear
On the one hand because of some potent concern
For the safety of others. My conscience is sure
That its own self is safe. I feel I am impure
As a substance consumable as I discern
Criticism from others I may overhear.

On the other hand, I have an uncanny sense
Of assessing the moods of the folks I’m around.
This talent comes in handy when people need care
And unyielding compassion. I’m willing to share
What I have with another so some peace is found
In the heartfelt connection. Healing will commence.

Being fully transparent, I’ve no poker face
To present to a public I don’t care to fool.
Strongly charged my emotions are easily seen.
The downside is that I must work to keep them clean.
Personality should not be used as a tool
To extract from another some measure of grace.

There is practical freedom in living each day
To the fullest with no false assumptions in place.
Recognition is futile if fame is at stake.
All my quaint misperceptions must shock me awake
From a very long deep sleep. In time I’ll embrace
All it is that I’m seeking in my unique way.

Making Friends

Social Consistency

Everyone is affectionate, warm, and upbeat.
We arouse opportunity. Getting along
Is a wonderful dance for us. Never before
Has a fine group of people who I can adore
Come together in laughter and wholehearted song.
There can be no denying that life is a treat.

It is good to have feelings, to share them with friends,
And to make each encounter a blessed affair.
It is not only healthy; it lengthens the life
And prepares each of us to deal better with strife.
We are not solitary. Our instinct to care
Is our key to survival. Our hate it transcends.

I can come across pleasantly, not to impress
Within customized pretense. My spirit is true
To the people I know and love. That can extend
To the whole race in general through every friend.
Sometimes lonely and private, I reach my lows too.
Reaching out is the best way to handle distress.

It is shared popularity when we’re at one.
Ego is but a flower we each have to bloom.
But we all honor sunshine together with pride.
We’re identified mostly by arms opened wide
To the heart of humanity. Fruit of the womb
Of our mother earth, we’re partly here to have fun.

A Thirst For Astonishment

Contemplating a Change of Scenery

Pleasantness in my restlessness gives me some pause.
Enough time in this moment to feel the sunrise
And to digest heaping breaths of energized air
As I’m free contemplating a day without care
Maximizes astonishment. My future lies
On the path of emergence from what I once was.

The surroundings familiar do satisfy me
To the point of survival and getting things done
But they don’t generate enough spark to ignite
My inquisitive spirit that wants to take flight.
I do need some excitement and want to have fun.
I may meet with adventure unexpectedly.

I can’t say that I’m bored. I just want to let loose
With all that I can offer. To see social change
Here and now is all part of God’s infinite plan.
I am given this life so I’ll do what I can
On this journey of spirit. It isn’t so strange
That a moment of insight can be of good use.

Encounters serendipitous lead to breakthroughs
In human understanding that can lead to peace.
If the world is an oyster, can it be a prize?
Revolution in thinking for us may be wise.
In my Thirst For Astonishment I find release
From the tension that ails me. I’ve nothing to lose.

Eye Of The Bull

The Endangered Organ

The bull gets a wide spectrum of rap, as it were,
And it ranges from ascot to standard scapegoat.
That we separate bulls’ feces from all the rest
Is a perfect example of how we have stressed
Ill regard for this animal. Why we emote
Using God’s name or bulls’ waste is more than a slur.

The eye of any creature is something benign
So to make it a target for general use
As the favored expression for making the mark
Comes from some place within us that seems rather dark.
When I think of compassion I find no excuse
For condoning lame idioms folk think are fine.

 The collective subconscious is something quite real
And within it is all that defines who we are
As a culture and our attitudes about life.
The most absurd confections are crafted from strife.
It is shameful that some are not only bizarre
But they stick in the mind and affect how we feel.

Never on a level that is conscious to us
Does a notion discordant with natural law
Manifest. So at best I am wise to take care
That the words I express are most worthwhile to share.
I can’t make it my goal to nitpick every flaw
In the language I’m used to. Can that be a plus?

The Head Cloud Exchange

Subjective Communication

Subjective are the thoughts that I have when alone.
Emotions overwhelm the more functional mind.
But if communication is not of avail
I may have trouble processing them or I’ll fail
To attach them to memory where I will find
Ample ways of expressing what my heart has known.

When I find that others feel the same as I do
I can feel an electrical brainstorm effect
That will bathe the emotions in calming blue light.
Eye to eye our relating will yield more insight
Into human behavior in every aspect.
Plenty are the good reasons for sharing my view.

Some are driven by drama. Others get along
With no feeling upheavals, still others prevail
At extracting life’s meaning and sharing with all
Their own piece of the big puzzle however small.
It can never be solved, so I never will fail
In my quest to describe it and where I belong.

It becomes too demanding if I am in need
Of another one’s presence to verify mine.
Therefore, I must be mindful that with open heart
We will nurture a mutual gift to impart.
In the wisdom of solitude this world is fine
And with others my will to express it is freed.

Enjoy Yourself

Pleasure In Self-Discovery

There’s no law stating strictly that it’s not allowed,
So delve into the wonder only you provide.
Be as if you were born just a few days ago.
Instant gratification comes from a good show
Performed in pure delight with one’s eyes opened wide
To the self in its splendor divinely endowed.

That being is of interest. Who could it be?
If it is my reflection are others the same?
There are so many questions. I’ve no means to ask.
When I’ve had enough input in comfort I’ll bask.
I’m intrigued by my image, and I feel no shame.
Somehow I know that this is how others see me.

I possess a strong presence. I am confident
That I won’t become boring because I feel fine
In this moment exciting. I’ll have many more.
The ongoing discovery I’m going for.
To all eyes I’m a treasure. Charisma is mine
And I have but my true loving self to present.

A nice person I see there. We could get along
Fairly well. I can tell that you like to have fun.
And I know I will visit you from time to time
On that mystical surface of recursive rhyme.
I am pleased to have met you. We now have begun
A duet with a mission to sing nature’s song.

Wider Angle Lens

Absoluet Acceptance

If I want to see more there’s one thing I can do
To make my vision wider. I have to reach out
With the full understanding that in doing so
I may encounter conflict. But it’s good to know
That I am fit to handle it without a doubt.
I shall seek opportunity and have it too.

Larger issues in life are with overall plans.
Satisfying desire is a part of it all.
In this way interactions with people I meet
Are endowed with potential. I’m willing to greet
Everyone with excitement. There can be no wall
Between me and my people. You all are my fans.

Social life is enhanced just because I feel well.
Understanding this miracle I’ll live without
Or within deeper knowing where I am at peace
As the wide world around me offers some release
Of the fear I’m withholding. To be more devout
Is my sacred ambition. It’s not a hard sell.

With renewed optimism the world that I see
Is a wide opened spectrum of visible light.
Different are the wavelengths we each radiate.
Some of all is by free will. The rest is by fate.
But we all get to learn where the light becomes bright
Though it may take a lifetime or more, honestly.

Seeking Release

Re-Igniting the Engine

Performing out of habit my new day gets old.
Worn out patterns cling to me. The world appears gray.
Life becomes a slow motion scene. I feel depressed
To the point of not functioning. This is a test
Of my will to recover. I can’t stop the play
And head off to the greenroom. Tickets have been sold.

My release I’ll attain while in character here
On this stage of reality with everyone
Chosen to play a part of some definite length.
But I seek not the ultimate. I’m given strength
To complete the performance that I had begun.
Only wimps quit while working their way through the fear.

Something quite unexpected I want to expect
Much more frequently. Living can be a surprise
Of new joy and excitement. I need not defend
Who I find I’m portraying nor even a friend
Do I need to assist in my change of disguise.
To suspense in my routine I cannot object.

 Give me new and unusual any old day.
May each moment within it be filled with delight
To the light around corners that used to be dark?
May I continue life as a walk in the park
With the sun everlastingly warming and bright?
If I don’t know the answer here, I need to pray.

Soul Unity

For the Benefit of All

Unity can be practiced. A good moral code
Is the probable starting point. Then it takes will
On the part of all parties that make up the whole.
Everyone in existence make up but one soul.
Are we meant to evolve beyond the need to kill?
If that should be the outcome our progress is slowed.

With compassion and tenderness I come to know
Something of the odd nature of my enemy.
There is truth in the knowing, and I must believe
That if given the same circumstance I’d perceive
Much the same. Although this is a hard way to see
That our sameness is valid, yet it helps me grow.

More ideal than the real, the approach has effect
On the ideals of real folk who want only peace.
Those who want only tension are hopefully few.
What has been done in evil the good can undo.
Propagating the message ensures our release
From the negative stronghold we clearly reject.

Everyone loves a mystery. People are such
A rich source of enjoyment. Because we’re unique
In the ways we approach life, we must get along
And we all know precisely what’s right from what’s wrong.
I’ll examine acceptance without feeling meek.
I can explore the issue without risking much.

New Horizons

Need for Change

As the artist whose color will make the sky glow
Gives a unique translation, good craftsmen are we
Of the real world apparent to our sense of taste.
We’ve perfected the aesthetic for toxic waste.
The surreal is artistic. The challenge to see
What may lie far beyond it will cause me to grow.

Breaking free of what I see throughout every day
Always is therapeutic. That which I consume
Should provide entertainment, a bit of relief,
And the lifting of spirit from relative grief.
It does no good to contemplate ways of our doom.
Things will be as they’re meant to. We only can pray.

Focus is on expanding the world that I know.
Replicating the raw one, this one I control
Independent of influence from outer space
Which includes all things physical. In its embrace
New Horizons become more aware to my soul.
This one life does have meaning, and it need not show.

But it’s good when it happens. To know I’m alive
Is benign confirmation in what is well known
To the conscious collective. We bargain on hope
That our vision gets better. The human-made scope
Sees beyond what is now, thereby wisdom is shown.
Any change in behavior may help us survive.

Transcendental Resonance

Desire for Deepening of Relationship

To Belong is my longing. Need I not regret
That there can be separateness I can’t resolve?
To forget this is blindness. I would vulnerate
Myself into big trouble. That won’t be my fate
But my fear of aloneness I wish would dissolve
So at least I’d have free will instead of a threat.

Understanding emotions and how people feel,
What consumes and enthralls them and why they react
Frequently quite peculiarly and with surprise
Is the ultimate pastime. One may become wise
To the ways human nature defies the abstract
Where the art of prediction cannot become real.

Relationships intensify in times of need
So we need to examine the ones that are made
Through our conscious awareness and put them to test…
Just the ones most important. Forget all the rest.
They reflect the whole species that has somewhat strayed
From the natural order perhaps due to greed.

Intimacy with everyone is not the goal
But the present condition. We search but in vain
For most answers outside ourselves. Peace from within
Is the healthiest place for the soul to begin
A Transcendence in Resonance and without strain.
One may know in an instant there’s only one whole.

Real Knowledge

Lessons of Heart and Soul

Mysteries to be solved with someone are divine
In the comfort of home in the warmth of loved ones.
What one learns becomes magic. Suspense and surprise
Punctuate the eternity with opened eyes.
We become, as we’re teaching our daughters and sons,
Elevated in spirit. The lesson is fine.

Between lines there is nuance – proverbial space
Where the obvious veers just a little off course
Through the imagination to deeper insight.
And the voice’s vibration is felt with delight.
We learn how to portray our most positive force
Through our practice with others. We then live in grace.

Deep connections between mind and soul manifest
For exchange in the story as it is for real
To both student and teacher. Those willing to share
Special moments are healthier because they care
About themselves and others and how we all feel.
Ties we have become sacred, therefore they are blessed.

We create our curricula as the soul needs
For its tailor made lessons for itself and those
Who become its dear students. The mission is clear
If I missed it before. It’s to mitigate fear
First in myself, then others. This is, I suppose,
A good piece of Real Knowledge. My rambling proceeds.

Opportunity To Shine

Access To Brilliance

If pressure is the circumstance would not release
From its cause be most wanted? Down in this subway
We call life, there is darkness. The filth is obscene.
Yet there is light above us and everything’s clean.
We don’t have to stay down here throughout every day.
We must live our lives topside for ultimate peace.

My relations with others are crowded below.
The occasion to travel deserves not the fuss
To engage the encounter with friendly exchange.
Nowadays that’s considered to be somewhat strange.
Long before my first smartphone what did I discuss
That I don’t now or do not as that time ago?

There are now enough people to cause some unrest.
Like lab rats trapped and crowded and left on our own
To come up with solutions, have we what it takes
To get on rather smoothly? The game is high stakes.
We may be the worst losers to never be known.
If we can’t get a handle our future is messed.

May the hope for a shining become ever bright
That the world be awakened to more common goals
That consider the planet in healthier ways?
It takes working together to brighten our days.
In so doing it also may redeem our souls
From our fear of survival which is our main plight.

Hidden Tensions

Shades of Discontent

Stimulating potential is hidden within
Overlapping concerns for the issues at hand.
One may act in a manner not socially sound
Or one can take the high road where insight is found.
Everything that must take place as I take a stand
Is for my observation. There I shall begin.

I will react on impulse to difficult news
But not in the brief instant does discord evolve
To a festering madness that I must release.
Does working my way through it offer any peace?
Yes it can with good guidance to soothe and absolve
The self-destructive spirit of singing its blues.

Hidden Tensions examined can show me the way
That my heart has held onto the things that don’t fit
That were kept out of habit and simple neglect.
Can I muster the courage to kindly reject
All the pain from past episodes? Can I permit
The unseen to be shown? Does it brighten my day?

Obstacles to believing that things will work out
Will continue bombarding me. And as they do
I must not be offended nor blinded by hope.
Tried and true is this method that I use to cope
With apparent disaster. It comforts me too.
This one thing about living I know without doubt.

Little Tolerance

Feelings Against Ambition

Tolerating upheaval and troublesome quirks
That make life sometimes difficult I’ll do without
By expressing intolerance by what I say.
If I have to do something then be as it may.
Irritation is awful. If you have some doubt
Put yourself in my small shoes and see how that works.

Do not give me your lecture. I’ve heard it before.
You cannot hear me argue, nor have I complained
To the point of annoyance. I cannot do wrong.
I’m your bundle of joy. In your hearts I belong.
Power struggles upset me. Need that be explained?
Please accept my objection to accepting more.

I’m focused and ambitious. I want to succeed.
I need little direction and lots of support
From the people around me. I can’t misbehave.
I just want some attention. Adventure I crave.
Nothing much about life does my nature distort.
I will prosper and flourish only if I’m freed.

I’m beset with high energy. Is it a curse?
None can make such an argument. All is divine.
Though I am well protected from harm in most ways
It is good to hear laughter and warm words of praise
For no reason specific. Just being is fine.
Tolerance we’re attached to for better or worse.

Following Through

Vision of a New Direction

There is no new direction if none can be seen
Where consciousness is facing. My focus works well
Only when it is aimed by omnipotent view.
It can happen most frequently. All I must do
Is be guided by spirit. When so I can tell
By the feeling of lightness. My vision is keen.

I’m alive with self-confidence. Life is a breeze
At high speed on this highway. Caution I must take.
All time is an abstraction of eternity
And the notion of motion is most certainly
An illusion we’re stuck with. Although it is fake
It’s explained well by science. No one disagrees.

When to mitigate danger always will be now.
In the present eternal, time can be made still

So that passage of such is like dust in the air
To blend into the nothingness vacant of care.
Though my Following Through is a part of my will
Spirit remains my main source. I do but allow.

Courage goes well with challenge. An elegant pair,
They dance hand in hand gracefully without a flaw.
Suddenly something happens. I must readjust.
I have faith in my spirit so in it I trust.
Reconciling one’s evil can be none but raw.
But it is what the soul needs. What moves me to share?

A Dark Stew Simmering

Compulsive Ideation

Dark emotions at low heat are stirred with some care
As if slowly discerning chaos taking place
At the whim of the movement of one person’s arm.
If the stew is disgusting, to stir it with charm
Is as bad as observing it. Damn the disgrace
I incur while preparing a meal of despair.

Some times are best lived indoors where safe people are
From my errant behavior. It stays within bounds
That the self can control well without being mean.
But if I keep on cooking I’ll have much to clean.
It’s not meant for consumption – not even by hounds
Who are horridly human and grossly bizarre.

I can’t eat what I’m cooking. Attempts sometimes fail
Long before thoughts of hunger go stale in the mind.
Using fear and confusion to season the stew
Is a mad spark of genius. What more can I do
To expunge negativity of every kind
From the soul of the sick self and thus avoid jail?

Feeling closely at hunger is effort worthwhile.
Motives must be examined for how I behave
And the cause of my triggers are rightly revealed.
Miracles often happen. If I may be healed
Of the worst that exiles me what pain might I save?
The good chef becomes well by admitting denial.


Recursive Imbalance

Counteracting my efforts throughout a hard day
(As I would want to call it if not at my best)
Are the actions of others. So, in the spotlight
Is a fierce competition. Perhaps a good fight
Is appropriate simply because I’m not stressed.
Rather I’m motivated to see it my way.

Challenges in connection with all that I do
To maintain my existence I feel as sharp pain
Through the heart of my thinking. Can I see them as
Counterforces benevolent? My response has
All to do with my vision. The need to maintain
My true sense of belonging can hardly accrue.

At accomplishing goals that are lined in a row
I still knock them profusely like ducks at the fair.
This can be quite the campground of guarded delight.
Every being is doing what they think is right.
We would be not quite human if we didn’t care
About things worth our fighting for. Does it not show?

Tension amplifies character, when in the still
And the calm of the spirit, the moment is found
That brings balance to wisdom no matter its weight.
I am pissed, and I know it. This negative state
Need not be a directive. Nor should I expound
Any more in the issue. It is overkill.

The Fertile Subconscious

Deep Subliminal Urges

Some have said that it’s fertile. The subconscious realm
Exists outside of reason. To reach it one must
Clear the mind of its clutter then program it still.
Not by sources from outside but through one’s own will
Is connection available. I’ve learned to trust
Navigating this sea with no one at the helm.

It consists of deep feelings, among other things
Of the aqueous nature. A soup of context
Best describes what it feels like. I find myself food
For the thoughts of all others just as they are viewed
As my source of consumption. Whatever comes next
Is unknown yet expected. Enjoyment this brings.

Social distancing favors connections that are
Telepathic and virtual in a venue
Having not much to do with the dandy device.
Well-programmed for invasion, it knows to make nice
Which makes me not decisive. At least I should do
Something totally natural and not bizarre.

Going inward is heavy, but to the lightweight,
Such as I, it becomes clearly another chance
For release of my essence for its only sake.
Only in my so doing will I come awake
To the tune of life’s music then learn how to dance.
For the world who would know me, I’m here to create.

General Disagreement

Mirroring Authority

On the negative side there’s so much to be seen.
It seems to be capacitive as in voltage –
The pressure, as attention to tension contrasts
The inverse of aggression. Obsessive broadcasts
Of inherent disease accented by pure rage
Is but one way to treat the heart, but it is mean.

One can get to the positive one of two ways:
Either back through the circuitry where the unseen
Works its way through connections we thought we had lost,
Or across the short space gap at risk of some cost
To the magnetic ego. But all becomes clean
In the spark of the spirit empowered to raise.

Is it also inductive? As blood currents flow
Through the bodily systems, emotions are stirred
But they’re ill due to trauma. The drama intake
Far exceeds rated amperage. Though the heartache
To be peaceful when something other is preferred
Is a small price to pay for the gift one should show.

Life is not without conflict and bad circuitry
Where all discrete components have gone to make room
For the next generation of plastic endowed
With proprietary coded thoughtware to crowd
The most vacant of space a cheap thing might assume.
The on/off switch is magic. So please disagree.

Curriculum Of Feeling

Desire For Depth

Daily routine is cool only if there is much
Infinite exploration where living is fun.
I can feel self-discovery and all the things
That cause awe and excitement. My childish heart sings
Right on key in the schoolhouse made for everyone.
To best see what I’m knowing I must learn to touch.

My familiar surroundings bring comfort to me.
Though it is safe to have them I do want some change.
I can transform the earth according to her laws
And the mind ever mutable yet with its flaws
Is the cure for my boredom, as sound it may strange.
A complete education is ever to be.

Foreign lands I may travel to in times of peace
But for now telepathically lessons must flow
Between master and student. The teaching proceeds
As the learning continues. Greater are the needs
Of the youngest among us who must come to know
What it is that befalls us, then give it release.

If my freedom is threatened, I learn but not well.
What seduces my focus corrupts what is learned.
So I must stay directed. If I am afraid
Such a lethal distraction will yield a bad grade.
What indeed is the issue? Need I be concerned
That I am such a student that one could expel?

The Weight Of The World

The Pain of the Earth

Can she still know her beauty when all she can feel
Is remorse and a heaviness deep in her soul?
Or do I just imagine that she will get well
While in comfort within her digestion I dwell?
Am I that much of notice as part of her whole?
I must then look upon her as someone most real.

Should her constant and nagging weight issues be mine?
Am I part of her problems by what I don’t know
For whatever the reason? How did I evolve
To become an infection for her to resolve
To the best of her knowledge? What debt do I owe
For my earthly existence? And is there a fine?

I must hope not to harm her and feel, if I do,
Where it hurts her the deepest and park my soul there.
There can only come healing when one step I take
Toward my clutter’s upheaval. To be more awake
To her subtle vibration is something to share.
Every moment eternal is also brand new.

Frustrating are restrictions. We place them upon
What she does, and she laughs. We do entertain well.
As a talented stepchild I may earn my keep
Finding ways to amuse her. It’s not a far leap
From the word soup perversity wherein I dwell.
I shall pay off my debt long before I am gone.

Affirmative Empathy

Intimacy and Trust

Strong, long lasting relationships with care are made
Over time through commitment. Support for the one
Who is of most importance is taken to heart.
Their souls know not of loneliness. When they’re apart
They are linked by their spirits, and no work is done
To make psychic connection. They are their crusade.

 Similar to opponents, the roles that we choose
To uphold disagreement with passion are played.
We spend time to perfect the processes of war.
It would seem that the thrill of the fight we adore.
We are interlinked also by being afraid
Of the innocent contact because we may lose.

Where we place our attention is where we evolve
And take root in the ways that we all interact.
This life energy drama is taken for real.
How we are with all others affects how we feel.
Graciousness from the heart depends not upon tact.
All remain independent with not much to solve.

Loved ones, friends, and archenemies, and those unknown
Are the world’s population. We all know us all
On some level unseen and unknown as we’re here.
Can it be an adventure? Must it involve fear?
Nothing short of a world war can lead to our fall.
Is that something our dear mother earth would condone?

Taking Inspired Action

Self-Sacrifice for Universal Gain

Helping others is fine if myself I can serve,
First of all, to the wellness already in place.
I can be both assertive and willing to learn
What it is about living that is of concern
To the whole and ever evolving human race.
There is only deciding to drum up the nerve.

In control of illusion I would hope to be,
While creative endeavor envelopes my soul.
I perform in a funhouse. I’ll make it my own,
And with many reflections I am not alone,
As I am at the center. I play the lead role
Of ignited uniqueness at warmest degree.

Kinder, gentler, and sweeter this moment I take
As a gift from the cosmos in infinite grace…
Or perhaps from the bible. All ever is true
To the dance I perform seeming long overdue.
Helpfulness to another I’ll then reembrace.
While immersed in seclusion I am more awake.

 Living is volunteer work. The earth charity
Consists of all its creatures – the big and the small.
There are forces at play here – some evil… some good
Depending on perceptions. It’s all understood
By playwright and director, yet soon to be all.
Compassion is consuming as I become free.

Passive Submissive Disorder

Perverse and Lousy Sex

What I see as perversion, does my own become
Something sharp in a haystack that dares to be found?
Sexual is the nature of horny old men
Who assume their positions and copulate when
Any hat dropped by dominance in the background
Demands perfect performance within the world slum.

Some devolve into street hoes. The drive to get slammed
Every which way but sane for the right price is theirs’.
The aggressor who owns one controls in a way
That long since became public. Remember that day?
He will keel for the enemy, but… Hey, who cares?
His disgusting dysfunction is due to be damned.

It’s too much information as golfing he’ll go
In a pout to the nation. We get on his nerves.
Yes, we’re messing with you, friend. You need to be gone
With the wind and the horses you dreamt here upon.
He’s afraid of his partner who he knows deserves
An up front confrontation. Why put on a show?

Always more, the outrageous within the absurd
Entertains and delights most the world everyday
As each new day a new stain is seen on his soul.
Light of day shall reveal what can make again whole
All who suffer the trauma. Begone I do pray.
Sex should not be an issue. That’s how it’s preferred.

Positive Thinking

Acute Insight and Keeping an Open Mind

Making plans for the future while felling, right now,
That I’m fueled by adventure is my heart’s delight.
Nothing wrong can affect me when I am this way.
It would be nice if this high would last through the day.
Possibilities permeate all in my sight.
Goodness rains down upon me, and I just allow.

Mercury transiting Jupiter, when they trine,
Form a positive angle. The mind does expand
Far beyond earthly limits. The Native I Am
Radiates what is hot but is cool as a clam
During this two-day period. This one is grand.
Surely I’ll take advantage when planets align.

Gentle thoughts are eccentric. As they coalesce
Into amperage able to shout out some zeal
That I have for this realness, I tell of it here
In this journal diurnal with no hint of fear.
If I want to know people, to hear how they feel
Is acute affirmation…. But, I’ll not digress.

Why not keep the mind open? Have I not free will?
Do the planets control us in that rigid way
As mythology fashioned them? I do forget
On occasion most frequent – Sometimes with regret
That I always have choices. This time I will play
To my own heart’s advantage. Right now is a thrill!

I can see that most problems I have are my own.
Other times I can’t see that, but I have the choice
If I can but remember. My human nature
Is a possible essence that now is impure.
When I feel the forgetfulness it is by voice
Of the cosmic vibration wherein I atone.

On The Cusp Of Charisma

Toward the Bounce In One's Step

Who appreciates ugliness in any form?
No one does. It is beauty we all want to see.
Well made objects and people who glow like the sun
Are all pleasures in life that no sane one would shun.
Charisma is magnetic. It’s healthy to be
In the comfort of company blessed and warm.

Sometimes I cannot look well nor feel fine inside.
Between inside and outside there is middle ground
Where the two can exchange paths and instantly find
Empathy in reclusion with brightness of mind.
In that magical moment charisma is found
Where the wisdom within one will shine with great pride.

They are not mirror images as it is seen
By the real world with limited pointless of view.
Yet, they are seen by consciousness. This is the fact
In both spirit and physical. Here we enact
How we all are connected. In nowhere we knew.
So can I beam like sunshine? That would not be mean.

Every day is a new day. The choice is my own.
Should I dream about ecstasy or gloom and doom?
Dreaming both inter-mixed well may be the relief
That the self should accept because this life is brief.
All within the encounter there’s not enough room.
I rejoice in the goodness that I may have shown.

Be Flexible

Readjust Thinking

Telling folks to Be Flexible is an insult
To the blow become rigid with focused intent
To endanger composure and relative health.
If our leaders were concentrated not on wealth
But the growth of the nation would it then prevent
Disillusionment? Progress would be the result.

When the house is on fire and the managers of
Firefighters are more cognizant of the cost
Of the water that’s needed to put the fire out,
Then our situation is hopeless beyond doubt.
I have faith in the system, but something is lost.
What I feel is nowhere near patriotic love.

 Rubber bands in tight balls are we as we whiz by
One another attempting to do what we can
To regain some wholeheartedness in how we live
Day to day through the crisis. What else would we give?
We The People can implement a better plan
To enact restoration or give up and die.

We are not made of rubber, but we are indeed
Flexible in our stamina and strength of will
To defend what we need to before it’s too late.
As it stands our future is determined by fate
And by those whose own needs they would rather fulfill.
What it takes is a village to cancel out greed.

Subjective Truth

Subconscious Desire for Nurturance

Seeing someone else’s point of view now and then
I can do but with difficulty, so it’s best
That I keep mine subjective as well as their own.
I will react to others in ways overblown.
Ways of looking at life sometimes shouldn’t be stressed.
If they are, I will falter again and again.

Sensitive and confounding, my feelings arise
From the depths of the psychic substrata within.
If I dare not to share them no change does it make
To the world’s points of view. It would be a mistake
To express what is true for me. It would be sin
To present my Subjective Truth to other’s eyes.

But under what circumstances can this be so?
Every human condition exists to be known
To the whole of existence. Now, if this is true
Then I can see my effort as something brand new.
Perseverance is futile if I am alone
Yet a part of all that is above and below.

I’m addicted to trueness as all people are
So immersed in uncertainty wanting to know
What it is we experience as we live on.
There is nothing but truth when this short time is gone.
What is known by true spirit is destined to flow
Into present awareness. Wisdom is not far.

Favors Granted

Knowing Opportunity, Goals, Ambition an Satisfaction

Giving gifts is a favor to oneself and those
Who receive what is offered. The gesture delights
Everyone who is part of it. And there’s no need
To ensure satisfaction. Our lives may proceed
With that sense of fulfillment that truly excites.
Elements of surprise are fragrant like the rose.

It feels good to influence folks in a good way.
Anything bringing pleasure to someone we know
Is a blessing from spirit translated to form.
Giving sanctifies feeling and keeps the heart warm.
Nothing else is of value but hearts set aglow
By enacting the favor that makes someone’s day.

Ambitions well-adjusted to giving freely
Enhance greatly the attitude and the outlook
On the otherwise uncertain times we may face.
We do ourselves a favor by living in grace.
What is favored the most is the spirit unshook
By the state of the larger world shunted from glee.

Favors Granted are magical in that they move
What has not seen much exercise in a long time.
They refresh what is stale and uplift what’s been down.
Are we fine with an act that can upturn a frown?
Despite all that is happening life is sublime.
When you give from the heart all of life will improve.

Healing Battle Wounds

All Those Enemies' Minds

Living to get things done – like survival and such –
Some can’t tolerate weakness. Impatient are they
To the world’s sensitivities. Presumably
There is no bad intention. With no need to see
Finer detail, some know but a world that is gray
With some parts of the blue and green but not too much.

Well-prepared to do battle, each day is a fight
For the lone interloper. Not willing to stray
From the tough straight and narrow, with pride some engage
What they sense as the other. The ensuing rage
Follows audible discourse. This must be the way
To survive yet another day and the dark night.

Seeing red isn’t possible but some detect
Full blown redness in others then want to respond
With what humans call hatred. But we cannot see
What it is in our nature that can set us free
From the need for predation. We’re one step beyond
What the beasts have in common. They have some respect.

To politicize warfare is to no one’s gain.
Socially we are triggered by every detail.
Our perception of color in manifold hues
May be much to our detriment if we so choose
To denounce evolution. All that can prevail
Is incompetent vision and ongoing pain.

Trivial Pursuits

Positive and Friendly; Appreciating Harmony

It’s seen simply as trivial… all that I do
From sun up ‘til sundown and the time in between.
Though to me it’s important, and I shouldn’t care
That the gift that I offer is not meant to share
With any but this troubled self. Why am I seen
As the fool who does nothing? Am I ugly too?

If folks took me more seriously would I be
In this hellish predicament victimized so?
I suspect that the answer is all up to me.
I am friendly to no one because none can see
I’ve a genuine purpose. It just doesn’t show.
I’ve become quite embittered, yet who can agree?

Someone started a joke in the form of a game.
Too late into it I find no reason to laugh.
Maybe I’m not supposed to. I feel I should cry
While awaiting complete withdrawal when I die.
I came here not to play, so the best epitaph
Is a statement of substance to honor my shame.

People don’t want to know me or read what I write
Because I’m lacking something. Clearly I’ve no clue.
It remains a big secret to me yet it’s fun
To the world and its players. For me there is none.
I feel I’m being punished, but what did I do
To deserve the aloneness? Why am I uptight?

When depression evolves into anger it’s seen
As a worthwhile improvement. I’ve given up hope
That getting any better can do me much good.
I’ve been at life a long time. Its blatant falsehood
Leaves no meaning where I can successfully cope
With abject isolation in my sick routine.

Love Of Mystery

Exploring Infinite Inner Dimensions

I’m in love with the mystery. Can this be true
When so much is uncertain and not to be known
To this self and all others caught up in this dream?
I will not find most answers though I am extreme
In my quest for enlightenment. This life has shown
That the point of the asking makes cloudy my view.

My incessant inquiries made to the vast whole
Of existence I trust are received with respect
To my fervor in asking. My focus is keen
And I hope that my effort is rightfully seen
As a labor of love that I cannot neglect.
Be it that all my probing will strengthen my soul.

 Superficial are explanations that provide
But the least bit of substance. To get something more
Is the work of a lifetime. And I am prepared
To search hard and discover what then can be shared
With those ripe to be whetted like never before
By a deeper connection to serve as a guide.

Mystery is astounding. To investigate
Is the path to fulfillment. The thirst of the soul
Is the mission in living. Wisdom is revealed
In the process of being. The soul can be healed
Of all things that will keep it from reaching its goal.
Love Of Mystery accents my will to create.