Archive | August 2020

Immersed In Empathy

Emotional Dream World

Empathy for humanity’s seeming turmoil
Is a given among those who live and breathe air
And perhaps among spirits who’ve seen it all pass
Into cycles recurrent for our troubled mass.
It’s enough to feel something. Divine is to care
That we may find redemption. At this, some recoil.

Puzzling situations that boggle the mind
All condense into immense singularity.
And the human condition is one that I live
As its mirror reflection. What I wouldn’t give
For a relevant clue that would help me to see
Through the game life is playing! I would be more kind.

A jolt of the mysterious in every while
Is a kinder description for what is now seen
Through the eye that beholds this conundrum with awe
Of the utter viral nature of human flaw.
Can we do something like global mental hygiene?
And is there no reaction to shock but to smile?

The emotional balance I seek I may find
In the moment reluctance to fear can be caught
And the right choice is obvious. Then all makes sense…
Or, at least, what’s around me in this rather dense
Fluid of an existence while steeped in deep thought.
Maybe I could relax more my mental behind.

Personal Interchange

Digital Humanity

The expert public speaker of binary mind
Will communicate clearly. With laser-like flow,
Among mental devices which we call our brains,
Sensory is the logic the heart then explains
To oneself as a whole what all it needs to know.
Intricate is the network within we’re designed.

Speech confirms the transactions among processors
Within gray matter modules of modified light.
Information we modulate from eye to eye.
With no authentication few rules do apply.
But they are sweet and simple. Just say what feels right
Then the words spoken won’t mind if you call them yours.

To express one’s ideas and place them upon
Data busses for processing is to believe
Miracles are abundantly to one’s avail.
Since all circuits connect, there’s no way I can fail.
Personal Interchange is the web that we weave.
One who’s not in the circuit is thought to be gone!

Behaviors become rational or run awry
Due to system malfunctions and triggers of speech
That accompany breakdown and voltage severe.
All that can be decoded is runaway fear.
May this year be a lesson the future will teach
To prevent reoccurrence of what some deny.

Therapeutic Withdrawal

Inward Escape

If convincing someone that it’s not all that bad
Is the way of achieving fulfillment for some
Then the hope for that someone is in the relief
That withdrawal, though necessary, can be brief
If the time spent reveals what has made oneself glum.
In the end, it’s a choice that I make to be sad.

Magnified self-awareness in calm solitude
Guided by my own spirit connects me to all
Humankind and to nature. What more do I ask?
Perceived goodness or evil about the face mask
Is the fuel of the mass’ mindset that is small.
In repose of a viewpoint, have I become rude?

Nature is quite a puzzle. Mine is, as it were,
A one-of-a-kind jigsaw. The image is that
Of a lonely outsider – all pieces face up.
When the picture completes there’s more soul in my cup
And I know I am peaceful in my habitat.
I am no other game piece that I would prefer.

Yet, I am of this species. Its nature is mine.
All are interconnected through integral waves
Of social interaction and daily discourse.
They are also the source of much pain and remorse.
The awareness of when my involvement enslaves
Is when I take no action and seek the divine.

Not All That Obvious

Calm Beyond The Storm

Restlessness and impatience is damp in the air.
Condensation transparent on one side is seen.
Yet the temperatures, far enough in degree,
Are the reason that people are able to see
And to mark with a message. The surface between
Atmospheres opposite and abreast is our prayer.

I’m fed up with authority. I’ve seen enough.
Its deceit and corruption decay from within
While without proper sense of the people it serves.
Justice now has no meaning. Its structure deserves
Absolute demolition. Perhaps we’ll begin
A new era with folks who are more up to snuff.

 But that’s only my message. I know there are those
Who believe these are good times… or end times. To them
I would offer concurrence. Mankind is insane.
If I posed opposition not much would I gain.
I’ll propel how I feel in the form of my phlegm
Down the drain with ammonia. I long for repose.

What is felt is a nightmare. Not able to see
Through the darkness, I can but to know there is light.
Once I saw it and knew that it wasn’t a dream
Nor a government robbed by an evil regime.
It is Not All That Obvious what’s wrong from right.
All I want is a safe place where I can be me.

Understanding Our Feelings

Easy Articulation of Feeling

Are we creatures of logic? Or is it our moods
That influence our actions? Or is it quite both?
Gathering information and sorting it out
Is how we handle many things without a doubt.
Yet our feelings confound us but lead to much growth
And as we understand them more wellness exudes.

We must speak of emotions most hard to express
With someone or another who is of like heart.
If we lock them inside where they’re not to be found
They become more than toxic. Indeed they’ll impound
The more positive feelings. We may then depart
From all hope of recovery as we obsess.

Thoughts and feelings are part of the mix that we are.
When they sync well together then life is a breeze.
But they don’t always do so. Conclusions we draw
Are encumbered by fear and a most fatal flaw
In the logic of leisurely living and ease.
When they’re in good alignment we feel up to par.

We are social creatures, as the experts do say
And we need one another’s support to hang on
To this life we all cherish for better or worse.
And because we need others can we be averse
To maintaining connection? We who are withdrawn
Are the ones to reach out to in every kind way.


Your Most Martian Worth

What indeed is your dick length… and girth, I might add?
Do you earn at least six figures and own a yacht?
If you do then you’re qualified to take your place
Among all of my suitors. Do not fall from grace.
You profess to be manly and too hot to trot.
Can you feel quite the same with your ego unclad?

What I want is good chemistry. Do you make nice?
Your pleasant conversation may be to your good.
It’s somewhat energizing. You put on a show
Just for my entertainment. I’d like you to know
I seek vulnerability in your manhood.
You may now tell your story, but make it concise.

Are you stable emotionally? Or do you
Make your heated aggressions a part of your style?
I’ll assume that you are, since you didn’t speak up.
Can you handle my nagging and whine like a pup?
If you can we may play out our roles for a while.
If you don’t cut the muster, I’ll bid you adieu.

I believe in equality. If you do too
Then you’ll know I’m superior in every way.
I’m the same as the goddess of nature and love.
I can be most assertive with no need to shove.
Listen carefully to all that I have to say
And good luck. I have applications to review.

A Feeling Reset

Freshness of Positive Emotion

When we take time to nurture, our hearts are fulfilled
In a way that resets daily tension to nil.
Women do this most naturally, but it’s true
That when men become fathers they will do it too.
Giving love is a heart based emotional skill
Stronger ties with one’s spirit this pleasure will build.

We connect daily habits and rigid routine
With the blessings life offers. Our best hopes and dreams
Do reflect in the present. The spirit is free
To enjoy what today brings. The most we can be
In the moment of knowing can turn into streams
Of much love and affection never before seen.

A strong sense of belonging to what has been made
Viable and familiar comforts the soul
Of oneself and all others. Our spirits are high
On the process of caring with each heartfelt try.
There’s no fuss about reaching an ultimate goal
When, in truth, among loved ones, our hearts are conveyed.

Attitudes and reflections on what we hold dear
Are the optimum sustenance. Nothing comes close
To a healthy perspective in matters of heart.
Whether we are together or somewhat apart,
What ensures happiness is a generous dose
Of the love we’re withholding perhaps out of fear.

Plupiter – Juto Confusion


There’s this misunderstanding about certain things
In the cosmos and how they are apt to behave.
If Uranus is nasty what can make it clean?
In conjunction with Mars it would have to stay mean
Depending on which house it would choose to enslave.
No one looks forward to what this mad aspect brings.

Other configurations are more important
Than are some because some are much weaker than those
With significant power to do some real harm.
It is my honored duty to sound the alarm
And refute information from deep dark shadows
And there’s no one around who can tell me I can’t.

There’s a Plupiter – Juto Confusion afoot.
It is wreaking some havoc in most people’s minds.
These are two way out planets. They both have much pride.
It’s not often the paths of these two coincide.
When they do there is bigness of truth of all kinds.
It’s a major event with a lethal output.

Be prepared in the long run to be not without
Strength of purpose that cosmic confusion can’t beat.
Take a break from the nonsense and learn the real thing.
Such a world of enlightenment this act will bring.
Stellar chatter is often a form of deceit.
Make sure what you digest is most pure without doubt.

Keep It To Yourself

Inhibition of Emotional Release

Emotions, when unpleasant, can sever the soul
From connection to all that can give it relief.
When they’re kept to oneself loneliness creeps inside.
There is ample confusion that faith is denied
That things will start to improve. There is no belief
That something not accounted for can make one whole.

I could just cut them off if they cause so much grief
That I can’t function normally. Yet if I do
They will surface again in ways much more severe.
If I share them with someone then I might appear
To be hopelessly troubled. And it may be true.
I would hope that my suffering now will be brief.

It is tough to feel burdened, lonely, and depressed
When such feelings as joy and bliss memory holds.
No control do I have over things I once had,
And whatever life shows to me makes me more sad.
I do not have a stake in just how life unfolds.
For right now I have nothing but pain to digest.

The byproduct of waste is what I must release.
It becomes grossly toxic and causes distress
In the lower gut chakra. If I hold it in
I will suffer a breakdown. That would be a sin.
Psychic irregularity I must address
As it happens or else I will never know peace.

God’s Image

Beatific Essence

The nature of God’s Image nature cannot know.
There’s no viable context this world can provide
To show meaning and substance to be understood.
I see only the image of our humanhood
At abject disadvantage. The mind is denied
The omniscient knowing because it’s too slow.

I see life as conundra and death as release
From the lack of the image. To play along then
In the depth of confusion with those who are here
Is the ultimate circumstance to deal with fear
Of the unknown in living. I’m stuck once again
On its purpose, the knowing of which may bring peace.

So consumed with an image derived out of need
For complete understanding, do I stand alone?
Or are there many others who want to know more
Than what is being shown and why life is a chore?
Others may have their questions, but I have my own
And may not find the answers. Yet still I’ll proceed.

I would think that God’s Image reflected in me
Is one of sheer astonishment by what’s been made
To perceive its own selfhood and seek with delight
Every clue made available in the finite.
I’ll consider this one a most noble crusade
For the infinite wisdom that may set me free.

Spiritual Energy Burst

Body And Spirit

Larger patterns influence the smaller in ways
That enhance the mundane and accent it with flair
For at least a brief moment. The time is enough
To perceive in the dullness more colorful stuff.
It’s an energy burst for the spirit to share
With the ones who are closest to honor and praise.

Something new in the making is due to emerge.
My internal divisions are smoothed over now.
Inner harmony helps the outer self to be
In a state of wellbeing that others can see.
Accurate are reflections that demonstrate how
Energy manifests in a positive surge.

A strong feeling of purpose I have overall.
I connect to humanity much as always.
No necessity is there to doubt this is true.
In an instant my outlook on life becomes new.
A good boost to the spirit elicits my praise
As long as I am willing to answer its call.

Totally beneficial are times such as these
When I see more than clearly the sense my life makes
In the worldwide community. I can do more
Than I felt I was able to ever before.
Life is hard, but it also has its lucky breaks.
They exist for the wiser among us to seize.


Ominous Forces

It’s easy not to notice as feelings converge
And an ominous focus commands the free will.
One ignores the reality of common sense
And evades consequences at one’s own expense.
Devious is the deed that the will must fulfill.
There is no contemplating dismissing the urge.

Separating the truth from fiction can’t be done.
They are so interweaved that they present as one
Narrative of deception. The well laid out plan
Is the one most effective. Conniving began
As an innocent thing with ill will meant toward none.
Sinister are the acts perpetrated for fun.

All the world remains vulnerable in the eyes
That see all as a nuisance. All are made aware
That potential for evil to try out its hand
Is as vivid as ever. Who can reprimand
Predators in the darkness programmed to ensnare
Unsuspecting inhabitants lesser than wise?

The temptation upon us to cower in fear
Or pretend all is well is the weaker by far
Than the urge to take notice and not be asleep
Nor to be wrongly herded as ignorant sheep.
How things turn out depends on how conscious we are.
There can still be rejoicing in these times austere.

The Party In Life

Positive Emotional Expression

For The Party In Life invitations go out
To all souls made available and qualified
To partake of the pleasure and also the pain.
Those unfit for this duty this time will abstain
From the earth life experience. We here with pride
Are the life of the party. We know beyond doubt.

We provide entertainment. This natural trait
Makes us suited superlatively for the task
Of enhancing the party. How we may proceed
Is our free will to manage in thought, word, and deed.
There is cake and ice cream. All one need do is ask.
We’re consumed in the big challenge to cocreate.

Living gets awfully practical. Sometimes the need
For pleasure and excitement will take the sharp edge
From this realm of existence much to our delight.
We can party our assess of or scream and fight.
But if we choose the latter we cannot allege
That the acts of another one’s growth will impede.

In connection with others enjoyment I find.
Positive are the passions that intensify
While alive at the party with all who have come.
Nothing that is imbibed here will make senses numb.
My enjoyment of life is where soul meets the sky
And the cares of the moment can be left behind.

Needless Conflict

Epitome Of Bother

All I need is a good sense of self to get by.
Domination by others is my chief concern.
It disrupts my attention. My focus is lost
To the ones I’m attached to, and great is the cost
To the spirit within me. Not much do I earn
From the trouble and torment. I must wonder why.

How can I make my mark with the people I know
When they don’t bother listening and only speak?
I would have to upset them. That’s the only way
I can get other people to hear what I say.
I don’t need social standing. That’s not what I seek.
Useless Conflict with others is not a good show.

Getting points across gets in the way of my peace.
I can sense well when others project upon me
Their most selfish intentions like swords of command.
Perhaps if I were like them then I’d understand
Something of the wild ego I cannot now see.
But if I had this knowledge, my peace would then cease.

Out of step with most others, I do make my way
On the path I have chosen. The walk is not tense
Nor should others’ involvement cause me to lose pace
With the beat I’m attuned to. I do so by grace
Of pervasive existence wherein all makes sense.
It is what I rely on to get through my day.

Non-Standard Deviation

New Discoveries

Something new and exciting may happen today.
Although it can be planned, it can happen outright
By the grace of the universe. Take by the hand
The dear child who, within you, does well understand
That the future, by one’s choice, can always be bright.
Take a walk on a new path and laugh as you play.

Rigidness and disruption in daily routine
Is a given and will remain part of or best
And our worst laid out plans and the ones in between.
One deciphers a warning if senses are keen
To the sharp change in wholesomeness. One can invest
Time in fun and refreshment. The spirit comes clean.

Staying busy with projects I have going on
Provides ample excitement and perspective friends
Who I can get involved with to generate more
Things to do with still others. A healthy rapport
Do I have with most people. My spirit transcends
Any notion that in time it all will be gone.

Outrageous and original often with some,
I can find entertainment as well as provide
Much the same in return. Though it’s called quid pro quo
What I do causes me to develop and grow.
Newness is the elixir that throws open wide
The door to new adventure and wonder to come.


Leap Of Faith

Nothing can feel much better than helplessness gone
With regard to decisions and looking ahead
To whatever awaits. I’ve no reason to fear.
I’ll add to the unknown all that which I hold dear.
Ideation of failure and ultimate dread
Have no place in my outlook. I see a new dawn.

I can speak about difficult issues with ease
And without shame or guilt with the ones that I know.
Feeling light is delightful. The jump is not far
From the unfulfilled soul to the shining rock star.
For this world I create what I’m destined to show
With the ego not having the urge to appease.

At the mercy of others is no place to be
For the free ranging spirit who must carry on
Despite obstacles, issues, and urges to quit.
Perception of rejection I shall not permit.
The conclusion of wellness for me is foregone.
Form acceptance from others I set myself free.

The appropriate Springboard for getting across
The steep chasms life offers is to one’s own taste.
The more force of potential, the more height is gained
And my rate of production cannot be constrained.
Nowhere in this reality am I misplaced.
When I do sense rejection I suffer no loss.

From Deep Below

Digestion of Thought

In the parts of the psyche where feelings digest
With my daily experience, what does occur
Will affect the thought process for better or worse.
Interactions with others I cannot rehearse.
Life should go ever smoothly as I would prefer.
Its significant challenge presents as a test.

Far along on my path I’d expect that with ease
Understanding would carry me through to the end.
Yet the path takes a beating and gets more complex
Although richer in content that living reflects.
A grotesque enough puzzle to not comprehend
Is a fanciful blessing bestowed to appease.

 Revelations impact and transform from within.
Feeling somewhat unsettled as peristalsis
Moves the matter of meaning, I’m in the best space
To assimilate living with wisdom and grace.
Who on earth would not cherish a life filled with bliss?
Going deeper within self is where to begin.

When I feel to extreme, then the proper release
Is through means that mix meaning with all that I feel.
It becomes beneficial to digestive health
To feed body and spirit. Wellness it the wealth
Necessary for freedom and worldwide appeal.
Within proper alignment I do find my peace.

Taking Stock

All That Needs To Be Done

Better health and vitality we all desire
Except those who, too weary, have strength to protest
Sanity and civility. I have a choice
In what I’m taking stock of. Do I add my voice
To the spewing of hatred or to all the rest
Or to neither for fear of grief that may transpire?

I cannot remain neutral. Because I’m alive
And assumed to be human, I must take a stand
As commanded by nature of the human kind.
There is no way to change the way I am designed.
Choosing one or the other, still I will expand
Toward the objective balance wherein I may thrive.

What supports my survival better than concern
That wellbeing, once foremost, has lost its value
Among our troubled species? I now get to choose
How these times and my living through them will infuse
Me with passion to act. If done so without clue
Then the consequences may be much more than stern.

Carry on with ambition. The usual way,
With focus not distractible, works like a charm.
Reassess what is freedom and change, if you must,
What still harbors delusion and tacit mistrust.
Taking Stock in your spirit cannot do you harm.
It can never deceive you nor lead you astray.

Clear Objective

Bright Idea

Mental giantism is a bold show of strength
Of the light modulated, by thought at its best,
That shines forth from within. And without feeling shy
There is one Clear Objective that I must live by.
Superheroes are not judged by how they are dressed
But the frequency of their light or its wavelength.

I respect public image. To work, is my cause,
For the people inhabiting this planet earth.
All that which I’ve been given I must find a way
To return more than onefold. To try, as I may,
Is to live for the chance to account for my birth.
Is there something wrong with me if I crave applause?

Concentrating and focusing are my best tools.
As an investigator in mystery land
Filled with horror and wonder; dullness and surprise,
It is my job to witness and to journalize.
But there are many things that I can’t understand
That most do and most clearly. I don’t call them fools.

If how well I communicate is of concern
To myself or to others, then what can be done
Is to sit back and listen more with no response.
I may then capture essence and every nuance
Of objective reality and how it’s spun.
The more I come to know, the much more I must learn.

Getting Things Done

Service On The Spot

I consider good hygiene important enough
That I depend on others to get proper care.
Their professional expertise is to die for.
That which oneself can do for oneself is a chore.
Offers of special services sometimes are rare.
It’s a blessing receiving them when times are tough.

Orderly state of mind and self-discipline are
What I need for survival or just feeling fine.
I see them as the same. No confusion I’ll buy
Nor am I opposed to flashing balls to the sky
To get needed attention. Their work is divine.
I am glad I know many who are up to par.

No abstract speculation will my mind endure
For more than a split second before my defense
Comes to full-on alert, then the thought fades away.
I’m too darned awful busy to mess up my day
With delusions of shame, which to me don’t make sense.
What I want from life is to be groomed and secure.

So, by law I’m pragmatic. Conservative views
Aligned with mother nature’s are what I must own.
Sense of duty becomes me as I become real.
The best thing about Getting Things Done is to feel
As the getting proceeds toward a contented moan.
Perhaps I get more done than, at times, I would choose.

Retying Loose Ends

Mind At Work

Reconnecting the dots is a chore done within
Where they often become largely in disarray
And disjointed from structure that didn’t hold strong.
My beliefs go through changes. There’s no right or wrong.
But what’s left are the loose ends I’d hoped wouldn’t fray.
To not try to retie them would be mortal sin.

I absorb information and articulate
With a passion persuasive. But I need a break
From the mind who may think that it is part of me.
It remains but a concept most arguably.
What I have is a consciousness strangely awake
In a world thick and heavy in physical weight.

Socializing is fruitful as is time alone.
Within every half cycle, a moment of rest
Must proceed crossing over into the next phase
Of the journey repeated. Repeated delays
Are not part of the process. This is for the best.
Restoration is healthy as studies have shown.

In no part of a sudden can all be made well.
Some things take quit a long time to work themselves out.
I’m delighted to spend all of it flying high.
Things that I can take care of at least I will try.
Life is not about pity and useless self-doubt.
Though this is known already, still I like to tell.


Gracefulness On The Trail

Not completely adrift, I do maintain control
Of the space that contains me. With comfort and ease
I traverse this dense level. If I recall how
Then I won’t be in touch with the eternal now.
In this sea of conundrum my life is a breeze
And its realness equates to the depth of my soul.

There is balance between needs and objective goals…
Between conscious and subconscious… feelings and mind.
Bathing in self-reflection allows for release
Into life psychic tension that robs me of peace.
Can instinctive reactions be those that are kind?
Who among us are worthy to take on such roles?

Like predicting the weather, the future is known
Just about as it’s happening. It can’t be done
Quite as we understand things in our current state.
Is there free will or are we commanded by fate?
It’s a mixture of both which makes life much more fun.
I’ll intuit the next move then go where I’m shown.

Life itself is fulfilling. What more do I need
Than a world to inhabit with those of my kind?
My complaining is useless but for lessons learned
Through the cumbersome process. When I am concerned
Only with what connects me to others, I find
That my creative spirit is rightfully freed.

Stimulus Package

Sudden Pleasant Change of Fortune

That last check was a blessing. It came just in time
That I fell not behind on a few of my bills.
Though I’m not destitute nor merely getting by
Money is something wanted. My wishes don’t lie.
In a world most ideal I would live by my skills
Involving forming words into verses that rhyme.

Could I be a small business and then get that loan?
My small pales within bigness of smallness within
Every human’s desire to hold fate by the hand.
Happily ever after, the walk would be grand.
What I know is of substance. From there I begin
The progression toward stimulus yet not alone.

Independence becomes more a sign of success
On the road of succession to putting out more
For enjoyment of selfhood in these twilight years.
Some things move me enough that I wipe away tears.
Tender moments are ones that no one can ignore.
Stimulation must mean the removal of stress.

I and all are invited to take what we can
Of what we may have coming. May it serve us well.
We deserve what we’re offered. It makes or it breaks
Generation of solace for everyone’s sakes.
Any notion of need may our pure hearts dispel.
Take your share of abundance. It is nature’s plan.