Archive | July 2020

Emotional Support

Freedom to Express Self Among Friends

Does it come from a help line or android phone app,
Or perhaps from a bottle, a joint, or a pill?
Where support is most needed is known to the soul.
Nothing outside the body can render it whole.
Expression of emotion is by one’s free will
In the hope that compassion will fill in the gap.

Measures out of the ordinary one must take
To ensure that connections with others are such
That support is forthcoming and always at hand
At the moment most needed. Yet, one can’t demand
What is not being offered but wanted so much,
For the consequence will put the friendship at stake.

My thinking is progressive. If I feel a pain
That I can’t fully process, I must go within
Rather than cast myself as a creature of need
Otherwise friendship with me most people would heed.
I’d prefer not to be caught committing that sin.
People have their own issues. Why drive them insane?

Sociable and gregarious… I’ll play that role
As long as there’s a measure of truth in my act.
I can learn to perform well to honor the peace
Of the human collective. I may find release
Of my social misgivings. Then I may attract
What is offered in kindness to my aching soul.

On The Line

Hypre-Attentive to Detail

No relief in the martyr game is to be found.
Pretending things are alright with me, all the while
Subtly signaling horror, I am On The Line
Between dream and reality. Everything’s fine

Even though I’m aware of my blatant denial
Of the peace that betrays me while high off the ground.

Thinking of health and fitness and proper hygiene
Is a most useless exercise in times of strife.
With my nose to the grindstone and steeped in routine
None can notice discomfort. In fact, I’m not seen.
Everyone in their own way responds to this life
With insight and emotion to keep the heart clean.

Taking care of the details in my daily life
With concern for no other may feed my distress.
As the human condition wreaks havoc on souls,
On The Line I tread carefully needless of goals.
My contingent response is a lonely process.
An inscrutable puzzle is dealing with strife.

Improving and perfecting the ease, that I know
Is a part of my essence, may set my heart free
From malignant perceptions. This world and its ways
Are not for me to judge nor to offer my praise.
I can find some relief in just letting it be
As it is and may always be. Then I may grow.

Delays And Delusions

Huge Challenge To Overcome

It is hard work to hike across ground that is parched
As it is to skip unnoticed over the law
Of the land overheated by social unrest.
Is this why we consider our nation the best?
Some world leaders are best at exploiting our flaw
As they curse the land where freedom fighters had marched.

Leaders transacting business for personal gain
Undermine the legality built to withstand
Infiltration by powers who want to grab hold
Of our treasured democracy and make it fold
To the wrath of dictatorship over this land.
Are we destined to suffer and endure the pain?

Our Delays And Delusions are hell to behold.
Even in celebration it’s hard to forget
What is felt. The solution is not far away.
Can we have enough faith in our election day?
The last time, We The People were filled with regret
For the ones who are paid to do as they are told.

From point A to point B is a treacherous course
Notwithstanding support from where it can be found.
Do I make it my business to know what is right?
I am left with poor vision amid this dark night
Of the soul of the nation. Do I stand my ground
Or do nothing? The latter would welcome remorse.

Deeper Understanding

Transformative Words and Healing

What comes next is the healing of unresolved pain.
Deepening is the discord that lies at my feet
In the form of a crystal ball I will not lift.
I await what some speak of as the major shift
That will lead to the dark force’s righteous defeat
As the whole world rejoices the death of their reign.

What is outside is inside. This time that I take
To digest what has happened to this land and I
Will be used for reflection. Rejection of harm
To myself and all others is my psychic charm.
Are there some more effective that I’d care to try?
This nightmare most atrocious will scare me awake.

A Deeper Understanding of all that takes place
Cannot come without courage and faith of the heart
That is otherwise broken beyond all belief.
I am caught in a stranglehold, therefore relief
Is of utmost importance. Indeed, a fresh start
And a change in the weather comes only by grace.

The emotional messages fall like the rain
From collective subconscious clouds near overhead.
They uplift, yet I fear them. The hopelessness felt
Undermines my composure in what is now dealt
To the ignorant masses and hearts that have bled.
Yet the depth of my knowing has not come in vain.

Bombs Bursting In Air

Surreal Celebration

Am I not patriotic if I can’t believe
That the red glare holds anything close to his heart
But the fall of the nation? Bombs Bursting In Air
Is an image of hope for those deep in despair
Because their independence makes them not a part
Of the whole they belong to. I’m not so naïve.

The incendiary nature of air warfare
Evolved into poetic expression because
Of what took place in Baltimore some time ago.
They defied the attack of the British, we know.
We commit that to memory and give applause
To the brave ones who fought hard that threat from the air.

It’s an ongoing story. We still are at war
With ourselves while the British we’ve made an ally
‘Til the red glare destroys that, as he tends to do
At the whim of his leader who he bows down to.
What’s become of this land now is such a far cry
From what had been intended. What hell is in store?

What bursts now is pandemic. A fever descends
Upon us with a viciousness unparalleled
In our vast human history. And the red glare
Is a constant reminder to all who must care
That we take back our freedom that now is withheld.
We shall not see the day when democracy ends.

The Collector

Easy Appeal to a Broad Audience

Constantly I collect things. Are they of much use
In my everyday living? Or are they a waste
Of my precious soul’s energy? Should I take care
That some of what I’ve gathered may cause me despair?
If I get rid of some of them are they erased
Completely from my memory as in ‘Vamoose?’

What I have does fulfill me. Some I must let go.
Since I no longer need them, why keep them around?
Do I feel I will want them at some future time?
I should be in the moment where life is sublime.
Things I feel that are lost now are not to be found
In the past nor the future. This I should well know.

To achieve complete oneness the balance I seek
Must involve getting rid of the things I don’t need
If I see them as clutter. The urge to collect
Is one thing that I have and that I can perfect
With some careful attention. It could turn to greed
Which can lead to disaster and make the soul weak.

When attached with emotion to things that I own
I may feel they’re a part of me. This is the flaw
In the otherwise logical process of thought.
If and when it’s discovered in grace I am taught
That the things of most value are those that bring awe
To my humble existence, as living has shown.

Something New

Too Bored To Look Back

There’s no reason for boredom. If life drags me down
Then a crap load of mind clutter must be the cause.
Taking on Something New, then, may remedy that.
Moving forward is something I don’t have down pat
So, whenever I do, I give myself applause.
If I stay where I am I can wear but a frown.

There’s so much to explore in this world made most real
To the physical senses and magnetic mind.
They all work in conjunction and focus my soul
Into fact-finding consciousness. It’s not my goal
To not be interwoven among humankind.
Something New resurrects me. It has great appeal.

 Before me there’s a corridor made of pure light.
I cannot see what’s in it, yet I must go there.
All the trust in my doing so comes from within.
All points leading to one place is where I begin
An exciting adventure I would not compare
To the sameness I know now. The future is bright.

Not content with the mundane, I need full release
From apparent entrapment the self has allowed
To take over its spirit. It’s loving life force
Does return to its natural wholeness, of course.
With a thirst for discovery I am endowed.
Something New is a blessing of ultimate peace.

Slightly Out Of Focus

Drifting Into Reverie

An impressionist painting appears before me.
It’s Slightly Out Of Focus. I cannot discern
Between shadow and color. The image is vague.
The reality evident does not but plague
My most natural vision. Is this a downturn
In my quest to see clearly? I doubt this can be.

Every confounding episode lasts but a while.
So I know that this one will eventually
Pass away into memory. I may forget
All about this experience. I won’t regret
Having been in a fog. At some point I will see
What I haven’t seen this day. I may even smile.

Random thoughts as they scatter the untidy mind
Coalesce in confusion. The fuzziness there
Cannot be quite the good thing that I might address
Totally in a confident way, I confess.
If the mind harms the heart in a fit of despair
I will pray that the world is attentive and kind.

I can paint a nice picture from all that I know
At this time as at any. This time I must take
To restore my completeness as I do always.
To keep track of events as they happen these days
Is a task unbecoming. I am wide awake
As the world plays the mind, yet I’m destined to grow.

Self-Assertive Energies

Unforeseen Forces

Energies Self-Assertive are always at play.
They’re a part of ourselves as they are everything
Both alive and not so much so. All want to be
All that freedom in doing so is plain to see.
Full expression of selfhood in freedom we bring
To the forefront of nature. We’re not led astray.

Exercise of self-discipline is not the goal
That is sought by the life force within each of us.
Rather growth in fulfillment of resident drive
Is the primary reason that we are alive.
With regard to the process, what’s there to discuss?
Engagement in becoming is best for the soul.

Playfulness in encounter and strength of the will
Are the key to enlightenment. Each brand new day
Brings ongoing adventure while here on this earth.
Any moment we choose can be one of rebirth.
And like every newborn we are willing to stay
For the wealth of excitement. We’re here for the thrill.

A Perpetual Dance

Heart Versus Mind

Some folk feel with the mind. Others think with the heart.
One of each as a couple engage in a dance
Where there may be some conflict. But they perform well
On the whole as creators as long as they dwell
In respect of their movement. It isn’t by chance
That the dance will ensure that they never shall part.

There can be often discord. The steps that one takes
Can disrupt what the other had planned as they move
Through the ballroom. Together they work their way through
To a better performance as each of the two
Make the best of a good thing with nothing to prove
But that total commitment a better dance makes.

To achieve perfect balance may not be the goal
Since perfection exists only as an ideal.
The reality offers what most couples need
To enhance their fulfillment. Must one take the lead
By default? Or is sharing of much more appeal?
Either way the relationship becomes more whole.

Intuition and ego may stroll hand in hand
To the tempo intolerant to falling short
Of the deal made in love to continue the dance.
Nothing short of disaster will spoil the romance.
Mutual is the essence of loving support
And the fruits of the labor is something most grand.

Out Of The Air

We Are Stardust

Inspiration and insight from Out Of The Air
To the energized crowd is a sight to behold
Whether part of what’s happening or standing by.
What takes place in the air lifts the low spirit high.
Any worthwhile performance is one that is bold
In its mode of expression. What do they all share?

Stimulating encounters occur if by chance
When within proper setting the air is fulfilled
By the people’s excitement. They’re wanting to move
To the beat of true freedom with nothing to prove
But their thirst for enjoyment and need to be thrilled
In the heat of the moment with good song and dance.

It may be a fast tempo or one that is slow.
Both translate into hyper speed needless of will.
All of those in attendance are ripe for the ride
That will transform whatever they’re feeling inside
To that which is ecstatic. It’s simply a thrill
To be airborne and weightless with not much to know.

Smaller worlds in the real one are made to bring ease
To the act of communing and being alive.
From the air rightly crafted we breathe in relief
And release negativity. Our lives are brief.
Having fun is essential. There’s no need to strive
Without taking some time to do just as we please.

The Complete Picture

In Touch With All That Is

Who can be optimistic? The Picture Complete
Is a vision evasive. I can’t see it all.
Enough room on the canvas I want more than need
For a full understanding. Is consciousness freed
From the quest for more learning beyond the banal?
If I can’t know the answer, am I in defeat?

I may claim to be clear minded, yet I have doubt
That what remains unknown is a stick in the craw.
Do I want to know everything that can be known
To the human or deity? I’m more than prone
To attempt the impossible. Is this a flaw
In my aberrant nature I can’t live without?

If I got what I wanted, would life be a bore?
Or would I find contentment in being a sage
Who dispenses such wisdom from infinite source?
I can only be human and searching, of course,
For life’s ultimate meaning. By will I engage
All the confounding drama. I’ll not ask for more.

All my plans and ideas sustain my true worth
To all that I am made of and from where I came.
This includes all of substance and spirit unknown
To the flesh that encases me. What I am shown
Is that life is a mystery. Therefore, my aim
Is to contemplate faithfully while on this earth.