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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.

Maximum Restraint

Imprisonment Of The Soul

When I was in the navy a colleague of mine
Said there would be a race war. I blew the man off.
Since I had to work with him each and every day
He’d reiterate hatred the pure racist way.
His intent, although clear, only caused me to scoff
Though I couldn’t take is sentiment as benign.

Did I need him to tell me some decades ago
Of volcanic activity deep in the earth
That will one day erupt into fervent bloodshed?
I’m aware there are those who wish all niggers dead.
But I wasn’t taught any of this since my birth
From my down to earth family. Shouldn’t it show?

I’ll avoid confrontation. My life is at stake.
My restraint must be maximum so I’ll survive
Both the prelude to warfare and tragic outcome.
White supremacists will go on beating their drum
To stir up the excitement. While I am alive
I’ll keep doing what I’m doing with no heartache.

All I’ll use is my voice. It’s enough to withstand
Every manner of ordnance the era calls for.
There are those who, much younger, still have a good fight.
They may march to the front line and do what is right.
Is there nothing in warfare that we can abhor?
If there’s not then predictions will proceed as planned.

Through The Eyes Of Children

Discovery

Little children see grownups as beings supreme.
We can do almost anything, and we are smart.
But we simply adore them. It’s not all that hard.
We are more conscientious. At best we will guard
Them against any danger. They light up the heart.
All the love that we give them cannot be extreme.

Everyday interchanges with them do delight
And sometimes there is tension. We handle that well
Due to our firm commitment to seeing them grow
To their fullest potential. At times we may show
Parts of us that they shouldn’t see, and they can tell
When we act out of fear. They do know wrong from right.

Smaller replicas of we adult folk they are.
And in fact they have feelings and intellect too.
If we were more like them they would be more like us.
It’s a notion of interest we may discuss
At some length to discover some ways that are new
For ensuring they see us as not too bizarre.

Breath Of The Beast

The Inscrutable Heat

The process of digestion for demons is like
Global Warming. A chill up the spine is a sign
That things are getting hotter and so much the same
As it was in the sixties. When breath is aflame
There can be no concluding that everything’s fine
Yet we’ll speak with a blow torch beyond the hot mike.

I do this, but I like it. Need I be concerned
That such creature I might be? My words may burn through
Any means that presents them. Then what have I done
But ignited my message so that I’ve reached none
But perhaps those who have heated breath as I do?
I don’t need to get with them. That lesson I’ve learned.

When I don’t harbor hot breath do I find relief
In the moment for not being part of the hell
That is sprung up around me? Or do I mistake
My delusion for innocence? Peace I must make
With the human machinery within I dwell.
The life spans of most demons is known to be brief.

Bring It On!

Fierce Opposition

I’m prepared to work hard. When things get in the way
It’s just part of the job. I must use the right tool
Like a social mechanic of highest degree.
Others see me as ruthless. Does that bother me?
If it did I’d be nothing but everyone’s fool.
Keep your nose out of my business. Have a nice day!

If you do seek a challenge, however, that’s great!
You’re prepared to be slaughtered? The pleasure is mine.
Bring It On! I’m damned ready to teach you defeat.
When the student is ready one mother he’ll meet
Who will turn not from battle. This is by design
Of my choices and all that determines my fate.

Yes, I must have a history, as do we all.
It is life as I see it and not a big deal
As long as there are boundaries made firm and clear.
If allowed peace, of course, I will work on my fear.
If I hit the ground swinging, that which I must feel
Is a lesson for me that I can’t see as small.

Eager For Input

Psychic Thirst

Is the face of your best friend one you can tend to?
He does listen attentively to every sound
That comes forth from your own face. He’s eager for more
From you who is his plaything. What else is in store
Besides good grub and company? What you have found
Is a magnetic consciousness who’s much like you.

 I am eager for input just like a young dog.
I suspect that we all are, but I can’t be sure
So I quickly revert to the human I am.
None of us are dogs’ masters… If so, it’s a sham!
We are much more than equal, and they are more pure.
They intuit whenever we’re caught in a fog.

Feeling and full attention flow faithfully fast
Between student and teacher. We each play both parts,
Switching back and forth frequently. Wagging the tail
Is the constant reminder for all to prevail
In this life we’ve provided through convergent hearts
Eagerness for the input life offers is vast.

Language is smartly simple. Words are but the sound
Of intent. It’s vibration the psyche translates
On a much deeper level than left brains can’t know.
They take careful direction if they’re trained well, though.
When both brains commune easily what it creates
Is a heart/soul connection that’s ever profound.

This has been today’s exercise in making sense
With a topic mundane seen another way than
What the rational intellect can allow for.
How I then best describe it some may not ignore.
I produce and receive input. I’m glad I can.
Which it is I am doing remains in suspense.

Grumpy Gloomy Attraction

No Chance

With no conscious intention the things I attract
Disengage my self-confidence. Then I feel gloom.
Lord knows I’m not a doctor nor do I cast spells.
I have given up buying what everyone sells
As advice to deliver me from certain doom.
I receive what I don’t want. This is the hard fact.

I can’t help but feel grumpy when I play along,
As I have done forever and part of a day,
With the self-contained drama by author well known.
Does the issue resolve as I linger alone
With the things that don’t suit me and cause me dismay?
All I know is that I’m doing this thing all wrong.

And indeed there’s a right way. How oft’ I forget
That each is as a snowflake. No two are the same.
Failure is in complaining. This lesson I learn
As often as I need to. What is of concern
Is how my way evolves as I deal with self-blame.
I’ll attract and make use of what seems like a threat.

Unconditional Love

Absolute Powerlessness of the World

Unconditional Love is just love by decree
And that’s why we must love him. The Donald is cool
In the ways that he does things and puts on a show.
He’s alright for a white guy. This people should know.
We know that he’s a genius just acting the fool
To divert our attention to all that must be.

He’s like one of the family and like us all
He has character defects but then who’s to blame.
It must be always others who make him this way.
But he’s our kind of uncle. We’d like him to stay
To continue commanding us through the war game.
We’ll support him in funding that unfinished wall.

We defy definition. Love is bought and sold
Just as our leader shows us. It also must gain
Through controlling by blackmail and dark psychic ties
That turn angels to demons right before our eyes.
He demands satisfaction. Our love is insane
As we keep sticking with him and do as we’re told.

Love means giving him loyalty that he will need
To fight off all his enemies. He gets us high
On whatever he’s taking to get himself off
To the next foul behavior our foes love to scoff.
Loving him means that we should all lay down and die
If he says we should do so. We wish him Godspeed.

Emotional Profundity

Love Bites

Do I look superficial? Or are you that blind
That nothing in this world has much meaning to you?
I prefer making sense in whatever I say
And my actions match my words. No way will I play
Silly games with emotions. What I need to do
Is to find better people who are warm and kind.

You can’t see where I’m coming from? I seek the truth
In my interrelationships. Getting involved
In unworthy encounters is not why I’m here.
I do hope my position is perfectly clear.
If our friendship is fragile It should be dissolved.
It’s a waste of my time to hang with the uncouth.

Deeper meaning in life is of interest to
Every part of my being, yet I can have fun
And engage in pure folly. The right time and place
Is the thing of importance. I’ll cherish the grace
Born of wholehearted laughter with most everyone.
But my self-respect matters. This is nothing new.

Learning From Relating

Interconnected Identity

What it means to be human is something unknown
If I go it alone. I cannot interact
With the self that is single. I must get involved
Even though bouts of hatred and fear aren’t resolved.
I can’t learn without contact. The darned niggling fact
Offers only Relating. My peace then is blown.

But a new sense of comfort may be the reward
For my putting forth effort to reach out to all.
Only with other selves certain knowledge I’ll gain
That I can’t get on my own. This I can’t explain
At the rational level. But I’ll heed the call
Of profound intuition where wisdom is stored.

Inclination toward partnership of the close kind
Whether business or marriage is not quite the same
As a genuine wholeness with all who exist
In this world and in spirit. Still I do persist
In pursuing true meaning and not feeling shame
For the act of accomplishing much through the mind.

Going Fishing

Open Season

‘Going Fishing,’ you call it? Why cop the lame code?
‘Nigger Hunting’ is factual… Maybe that’s it.
Speaking truth is beneath you. As predators go,
You take cues from a master who puts on a show
Tailor suited to reignite dormant bullshit.
I don’t want your white bitches nor dicks they done blowed!

You ingest paranoia. Your souls are consumed
By your rabid nightmare that your women we want.
We don’t think like you do nor do we feel compelled
To get that close to trouble when hatred is smelled
At the cusp of encounter. What trash would you flaunt
For your foul smelling caper profusely perfumed?

Take your sick vacant minds and fulfill them with space
So at least there is something to pacify you.
To this world you’re a danger – not only black lives.
We all came from the dark land. Your madness derives
From your factual science. So what will you do?
Lousy bait is your problem. You’re in a tough race.

Jigaboo Flu

Fear Fever

Do you wake with a fever and then want to dance
To a beat nowhere native to what you’d believed?
Are you craving fried chicken and tropical fruit?
Does some cool watermelon become a pursuit
Of increased spontaneity? Are you aggrieved
By the ones who take notice to your circumstance?

These are surely the symptoms of some kind of flu.
What we don’t know about it can do us great harm.
But there is a precaution that works really well
When you fear that upon you is cast a dark spell.
Grab a gun and be violent. Sound the alarm.
Take your fears out on others. That’s what you must do.

The ongoing pandemic is one of the mind.
The bug is just the image of where we have been.
It has brought pain and sorrow. The feeling of grief
That we all deserve freedom can see no relief.
Darkness is overwhelming. We see this again
And again we feel threatened by those not our kind.

This may be just the season that Jigaboo Flu
Will produce ample fever so that it will break

Critical barriers isolating us from
All the people we fear and who we think are scum.
Maybe bloodshed is all that can shock us awake
From the stark social nightmare we’re all living through.

Why Did God Make The Clear Man?

Confronting Clarity

Why Did God Make The Clear Man? Their thin see-through skin
Is a damned thing to deal with. Why can’t they wear paint?
We are better than they because we are opaque.
Hopelessly they’re transparent. That God would forsake
Such a group means that part of our species they ain’t!
Have I right to condemn them? And where to begin?

I need something to piss on or rag on about.
It relieves me from feeling that I’m incomplete.
If I point to another all focus drawn there
Will then help me to bypass my own deep despair
That my kind is at war with its baseless conceit.
Any rights they have coming we’re eager to flout.

If you happen to be clear and human do know
That you cannot take personally how we all
Handle fear while we’re human, unless it hits home.
Then it becomes a dark place where demons will roam.
So be clear if you want to. It may be our fall
If we can’t be one species then we should all go.

There can be but one image from which all are made.
Logic clearly must dictate that diversity
Is the integral framework in all that exists.
So the infinite drama of raising our fists
May be as it must happen and always shall be.
Is our moving beyond this forever delayed?

Accounts Receivable

A Reality of Abundance

Contemplating receiving proceeds toward the dream
Of release from all hassles of knowing our worth
And of infinite pleasure to do as we please
So that living and playing are done with great ease.
Every creature alive now that moves upon earth
Has its own way to get things. Sometimes it’s a scheme.

The assessment of finances can be a chore.
For accounts not receivable money is tight.
Stable means to gain assets escape easy flow
From the fertile subconscious to things we may know
To gain access to treasures concealed in plain sight.
And the trick to receiving is not wanting more.

To enhance how receivables make the accounts
Function well-oiled-machine-like, least toil is advised.
Only focus persistent from deep in the soul
Will suffice for attaining the most valued goal.
It may happen so quickly one may be surprised
By the wellsprings of wealth offered in huge amounts.

The Daily Report

Much To Absorb

One who steps as he fetches is not a lame duck
Until cool aided followers come wide awake
To the fact that their leader is one quack away
From becoming a fine dinner served on a tray
For strong people of color and power who’ll take
Everything he may own. Am I in for good luck?

There are more germs on doorknobs than those at the end
Of the standard male organ. Keep Everything clean!
There are doors of all colors still out in the streets

Among those who have none nor that which one excretes.
And does anyone know the difference between
Virulent organisms and those that transcend?

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You and we here can tell you we’re under a spell.
But if you’re not a messenger you may be wise.

And the forecast tomorrow…? It’s gonna get dark
Just the same as today was. There may be a chance
Of some light shown upon us to give all relief.
That is why our profession may make our lives brief.
While engaged with the drama, a delicate dance
Demonstrates that it will be no walk in the park.

Ohm’s Law

An Unfailing Standard

Current flows through conductors. There’s no voltage drop
If there is no resistance. But wires get hot
As electrons get moving way past normal speed.
Then the circuit burns open. Therefore there’s the need
That resistance is present quite rather than not.
This is not the sole reason that current may stop.

Every circuit is opened or closed by a switch.
Every loop is a series of component parts.
If a part becomes missing no current will flow.
If there is too much current the circuit will blow.
Electricity is one of nature’s fine arts.
If folks knew more about it their lives would enrich.

Voltage equals resistance times current, which means
There’s a solid relationship that cannot change.
Ohm’s law cannot be fucked with like others man made.
Politics can’t affect it nor games that are played
To defy normal functioning. None can arrange
To enact abolition. Nature intervenes.

Now, here comes the analogy. Voltage compares
To the pressure put on us to live out our lives.
Current is all our movements through daily routines.
Our resistance to movement resides in our genes
And in direct proportion each person survives
By maintaining the driving force in all affairs.

Current flows through resistance, as voltage is made
To ensure perfect balance. This natural law
Forms the basis of everything having all three.
Current, voltage, and resistance, as we can see,
Are a most stable trio. Ohm’s law defies flaw.
No one can disobey it nor can it be swayed.

A Radiant Warmth

Omnipresent Brilliance

In my Dream I am radiant just as the sun
Shines its good warmth in kindness to all in its field
Of its planets’ existence. The people I know
In my fantasy world propagate with a glow
Of immense salutation wherein all are healed
Completely of all illness. The System Is One.

I’ll create my surroundings if they won’t exist
On their own as safe refuge from what else may be
Wanting to make its presence surreal in my soul.
All that happens in my world is blessed and whole.
I need not close my eyes tightly for me to see
Any world that I want to. Turmoil is dismissed.

Social life is harmonious. All speak with ease
And intently are listened to. I can feel warm
And delighted to be with dear friends of my mind.
I know that there’s a ‘real’ world, but it is unkind.
It offers but conundrum, and that is its norm.
I cannot feel respected. My heart fights the freeze.

My subconscious is fertile. My passion is strong.
I present as a wellspring to all who I meet
In existence alternative to otherwise
Those whose fun is ignoring me despite my cries.
The real world and its populous take a back seat
To my cherished illusions where I can’t be wrong.

The Souls Of My Assets

Familiar Unconscious Drives

Do material objects mean something to me
Or are they just inanimate souls of their own?
Things that move and have consciousness I have a few
Or they have me as subsequent payment comes due
For continued relationship. I’d be alone
But for chains of commitment forever to be.

Inclination to finance and expenditure
Are afflicted or wholesome as actions may tell.
When I’m feeling luxurious life is a breeze
But at times my security can’t give me ease
So resultant discomfort is clear as a bell.
All throughout the wide spectrum my soul must endure.

Life demands compensation for what it expends
To keep all fully energized and in good shape.
Individuals’ assets are prone to combine
With those of certain others’. To know what is mine
Is an ongoing process I cannot escape.
Value in pure aloneness my heart recommends.

Verbal Thought-Fare

Lethal Fragility of Ideas

Verbal Warfare is Thought-Fare. The hue of the glove
Offers fierce competition. The cognitive ring
Is the place where aggression will have its first fight.
One may find it disgusting yet with scant delight
There’s an urge to just do it. It’s the only thing
That attracts a good audience to challenge love.

It’s a world of ideas unscrewed from their source.
Void of light in the mainstream, they’re destined to clash.
Eminent is the danger that egos will break,
But forsaking a good fight would be a mistake
 For the essence of selfhood is gone in a flash.
The prospects may be more tragic than use of force.

Thought-Fare, often creative, can strengthen the mind.
Manifold are the outcomes opponents may choose.
In perfecting the drama practice is a must.
We enact with much vigor. The passion robust
Escalates entertainment. Who will win or lose
Is a matter irrelevant and undefined.

The Struggle

Stormy Encounters

Interacting with others… Sometimes it’s a bear
To maintain good composure. Things get out of hand
And straight into ferociousness in word and deed.
Anger does have its purpose. The demon is freed
In the hope that the other will well understand
That when strict lines are crossed others then should beware.

The mind may be more active with hostile intent
When two wills come emergent in heated debate.
Animals of one species are just like the rest.
When prepared for a challenge, we’re put to the test.
But is there a derivative reason for hate
Among human existence? What feeds our dissent?

In these times there are lynchings. The noose has evolved.
The mindset of the niggard is still much the same
As it was in the good days. Some folk need an edge.
Black men are still in season as white racists pledge
That there will be no struggle. They will cheat the game.
In the long run our issues are damned to be solved.

Advancing That Notion

Tactful But Fearless

Can I make an impression with just a big smile
And a tiger of confidence caged in my soul?
I most certainly doubt that most people would see
Any point that I make in a way that suits me
Unless it’s made brute forcefully. It is my goal
To make sure that I’m listened to once in a while.

Now, I can be quite sociable when I’m at ease
With not much to impart to my circle of friends.
But when I get a notion that people should hear
They’d damned well better listen or I’ll show them fear.
Would one feel that I’m right seeing life through my lens?
I’m one hell of a bastard to try to appease!

Otherwise I am charming and soft like a dove.
Never mind that my bat I may keep by my side.
Just pretend it’s not there if you think that I’m cool.
If I’m not it makes no sense to then play your fool.
All I want is respect. This not about pride.
When housekeeping is done we may speak about love.

Led To Excess

Too Much of a Mediocre Thing

Having fun while it lasts may be one thing to do
And another may be to command some restraint.
If I feel like indulging to my heart’s delight
Until something inside me is not feeling right
It will put out my wildfire. Then I will feel faint.
I’m way out of my league when I’ve too much to chew.

I exaggerate goodness, and sometimes that’s bad.
As my stomach grows smaller my eyes become big.
I just want to play hooky from any hard school
And behave as I please. Maybe acting the fool
May reveal if I’m human or much like a pig
With immutable entrails that are iron clad.

I’m not feeling like royalty alone while in place
So I notice the error in what has become
A new routine unstructured. Can I gain control
Of my loss of ambition and take back my soul
From confounded complacency? Life is ho hum
Until I take a moment to get off my case.

Appeal Of The People

Requirement For Toughening

Time gets tougher with age. It’s a shame It’s not wine
Or some pre-potent substance to put all at ease.
But time does not have essence the way that wine does.
It exists in eternal transcendence because
It enhances illusion, as everyone sees
Either deathly disaster or something benign.

I’ll explore the subconscious where I am at home
And in absolute comfort. How I keep in touch
Is through daily reporting on just how I feel.
What I get instantaneously I’ll deem real.
Cheering done in the game world can’t offer me much.
I must score all my touchdowns where I safely roam.

And apart from the drama, I am at its core.
Just a tiny reflection am I on the field.
So can I make a difference in how life plays?
If I can, does it mean I’m entitled to praise?
Only through introspection can my heart be healed.
This work may be of value. I need not know more.

Achiever Of Goals

Focused Diligence

Mere self-confidence only describes how I act.
Slow and steady toward targeting that which I seek,
But with increased trajectory, I pick up speed.
Sound and simple direction is all that I need
To reach my destination. My path is unique
Among all whose are airborne. It remains intact.

Having high expectation, the work that I do
Becomes even more elegant with each new day.
I’ve achieved ample knowledge and skill to succeed.
My life’s dream shall become real in certain Godspeed.
My attention to detail won’t lead me astray.
But my technique and resources benefit who?

That’s the bug in the ointment. The stick in the craw
Is a felt misperception. Need I keep in mind
That no logical basis supports the course change?
To correct navigation at such a close range,
My whole notion of giving must be redefined.
Then the process resumes easily without flaw.

The Story

The Magic of Storytelling

Everyone has a Story or True Life to tell.
Need I know what the difference is to be sure
That it grows in complexity and entertains?
Those who aren’t so creative may go through great pains
To come up with the best ones that drip with allure.
Every tale is a good one if it is told well.

 Somewhere in The Beginning that no flesh can know
Nothing was but pure spirit – not one single quark.
Then things came into being. All drama takes place
Yet born of nonexistence into time and space.
What has happened since then surely has left its mark
On the rich human psyche with thoughtforms aflow.

Stories blend into culture and make tribal sense
That fulfills the collective unconscious desire
Of our race to make meaning of magic and fact.
Within life’s subtle essence we’ve learned to extract
Much for our understanding through which we acquire
Some relief from uncertainty and some suspense.

A Defiant Tone

Impervious to Outrage

Love is much about secrets kept from everyone
For the ones who in gaiety only find room
In a safe-fitting closet to let their hair down.
Every human deserves a good night on the town
With spectacular plumage and scent of perfume.
Resolution in vigor cannot be undone.

Conflict with friends and family is the routine
Most accustomed to. Argumentation ensues
Like the touch of the feather that tickles the truth
And releases the war hero from the phone booth
To defend most aggressively progressive views
In a world that regresses to depths most obscene.

Defiant are those willing to dance in the light
With enlightened conviction to be who they are.
Darkness feeds fearfulness and the acts that it breeds.
As light casts away fear our whole species proceeds
Toward benign evolution. Can we go that far?
When in darkness we’re blind. Does it make sense to fight?

Pro-Lifers For Death

Values In Conflict

A Hot Day for a Hanging with tea and some shade
Or a damned bitter cold one with no common sense
Is a day worth rejoicing our own Christian way.
We’re a large group. Hear what ignorance has to say.
What is chosen as scripture is for our defense.
If you’re bad You Should Die, for from God you have strayed.

Submerged in allegory, the bible inspects
The collective unconscious who knows what is right.
Mirroring human nature over centuries,
It’s a vast pool of answers arranged to appease
Those who haven’t been saved yet. Ours is a tough fight.
Any darkness within us the bible protects.

It was in the beginning as it should be now
That we be the police force of moral concern.
Life remains ever precious ‘til we decide death
Is what God has decided. With our dying breath
We continue to teach to all fools who would learn
How to judge and what actions should raise the eyebrow.

We choose life over death. Women must know their place
In this kingdom on earth. As the earth, she is made
To be plowed through and walked upon by everyone.
She must take it in stride just as God’s only son.
Turn the other vagina, and don’t be afraid.
The abuse you receive now is of Eve’s disgrace.

Every fetus brought forth is a function of man.
Created in God’s image, man knows what is best
For the seed he as planted in anyone’s land.
Pregnancies are all wanted because they’re man planned.
It is vital that our view is firmly expressed.
Living is much to die for. It’s how all began.

Inflatable Leadership

Rubber Extravaganza

Runaway inflation of the powers that be
Resembles that of thin rubber stretched to the max.
Hot air made more expensive as vote time draws near
Is bought up at a premium for the austere
Presentation of platform. Who dares to relax
When there’s so much at stake for the best nominee?

Must one be like the creature who puffs up its face
To appear more ferocious to fend off attack
In a civil democracy? If this is true
Then would staying full blown be the right thing to do
To maintain proper governance as a comeback?
Personalities must expand for the big race.

Our time-honored tradition of pumping up pride
Has evolved over centuries to what is now
Problematic as ever. But it’s what we’ve got.
Civil war seems most likely the sinister plot
Of dark forces incumbent who’ve taken a vow
To reveal all the weaknesses we’ve failed to hide.

Amazon Used To Be A Rainforest

Earth Monitization

In the heart of the Amazon stark terror reigns
In the form of a mastermind focused on need
To be someone outstanding in all life’s affairs.
But what of our earth mother? …The hell if he cares.
The intent that’s been hijacked all because of greed
Is now yanked from our consciousness. Bullshit remains.

What to think of a phrase such as ‘Amazon Prime?’
It sounds more like a choice cut of rainforest beef.

It remains though a green place. There’s big money there.
Any name with virginity needs to beware
That some jerk with a master plan will be its thief.
Soon our toolbox of nouns and verbs will escape time.

‘Amazon’ is a good name. It should not be lost
To the whim of big business. Let’s leave words alone.
They’re conceived to bring meaning and make things more clear.
We’ve devolved to the point where no words are held dear.
If you think my concern is a bit overblown
Think of misunderstandings and all that they cost.

The Miss Pearline Club

Soiled Senility

In a stinking club outhouse in poor negro land,
Elder hens with their sharp beaks first pray to our Lord.
To be Christian is part of our slave masters’ ways.
Should we take what we get and then give those dicks praise?
Christians jumpstart the habit of making folks bored.
The loud lull of hypocrisy is less than bland.

It’s the club of one person whose name is Pearline.
Everything that the club does is all about her.
Why an elderly narcissist is catered to
Has to do with submission to her point of view.
I cannot work well for her. The truth I prefer
To the spew of a fuckwit whose sense can’t bee seen.

It’s The Miss Pearline Club. Boy, did I shit the bed!
Had I known of its true name I would not have joined.
I thought it was a club for all kinds of old folk
But it’s just for old black women whose minds are broke.
Old men are of some value. From them is purloined
Every scrap of soul dignity before they’re dead.

“Why not flush the damned toilet?” My words reach their ears,
But from there, there’s a disconnect, or there’s no brain.
I’ve attempted to do it, but there’s a big lock
And the thought of my breaking it puts them in shock.
My shrink told me to quit. Much I’ve offered in vain.
I can now see beyond how this cesspool appears.

Affluenza Vaccine

Unspecified Disquietude

Life is full of abundance. All children must know
That all good things are wonderful. They attain worth
By the feelings we give them. But things exist here.
Dense is this dire dimension though sometimes most dear.
Every child should experience comfort and mirth.
Should behavior befuddle, then how must that show?

How could one feel neglected in paradise found
With no effort nor struggle? Need they have concern?
It may not be apparent. If true, we are blind
To our most valued assets – the fruit of our kind!
Life cannot get so complex that we can’t return
To more wholesome relations and sharing unbound.

Interact with emotion. Avail of your time
To their own daily drama. Should they seek advice,
Let it come from the one who cares for them the most.
The responsible parent need not be engrossed
In the ethics of “coolness” and how to be nice.
What they need is attention, and this is most prime.

Trollfactory Bulb

Toxic Awareness

Fake spam comments from Russia a half a mile long
Are the only ones I get. At least I exist.
Yet you need not enlighten me. My sense of smell
Keeps me mindful of danger. Though you may excel
At controlling behavior, your work is dismissed
As a dark and faint echo of having done wrong.

At least write in plain English. Cyrillic I don’t know.
It looks too much like hogwash imbedded with spew
Of the coldest resentment the heart can withstand.
You can speak with my accent. I know that you can
Act as if you’re the best friend that I ever knew.
I became keen to your sickness some time ago.

I once worked at a factory. Dog food they made.
I lasted ‘til near lunchtime. The smell made me sick.
I don’t feed my dog dog food. I know better now
How people out gross animals. I made a vow
To trust in the olfactory. Smell is the trick
To discerning the fear bear. I am not afraid.

You’ve invented the troll farm. We know that by now.
Trolls are lowly paid workers who work with no light.
They can see what they’re doing by watching we fools
As we flail about aimlessly with broken rules.
What I offer to all is my deepest insight
For what it may be worth and what you may allow.

Negative Conclusions

Awaiting the Verdict

Learn To Cry! Your prescription disqualifies me
From the positive outlook evasive to some.
Is my vision distorted? Do you know the cause?
Can the clue to what is now be found in what was?
Stick a dick in my sick mind. See if you will cum.
Fear and doubt plague the present. How can I be free?

Try to find some compassion? Untether my heart
From the grief, pain and sorrow to others I’ve caused
In my fight to be righteous in my twisted ways.
Give me hope for the future. Bullshit me with praise.
Seeking outside connection, true progress is paused.
If I must go on living, I need a new start.

My conclusions are baseless while dwelling within
This homemade dissolution I may well deserve.
Hopelessness is an option. I need but one more.
May my life provide many that I can explore?
Negativity teaches, if I have the nerve,
To prepare for its lesson then let it begin.

Attractive Differences

Outstanding Feminine

Sparkling fresh and unusual changes occur
In my everyday manner. Clearly I stand out
Like pure life among statues – metallic in ways
That my heart cannot fathom. What change can they praise?
A romantic adventure would without a doubt
Be enhanced with excitement as I would prefer.

Life is fine, and disruptions are welcome today.
They look like opportunities to take a chance
In believing the universe honors my back.
Positive are the outcomes when I’m knocked off track.
To be drowned in self-pity or maintain my stance
Is a simple decision. I feel I’m at play.

 Differences Attractive defy circumstance
Of belligerent nature. I need to let go
Of all that which is stale from incessant non-use.
I alone am the jailer who can set me loose.
I relate to ex-prisoners, as we all know
How complacent captivity holds us in trance.

More Arguments

Face Wars

Legal Ordnance doth fly as the Eagle must try
Like the dickens to get its discomfort across.
Unexpected encounters of the social kind
Take on added significance. Some are inclined
To blame their instability on the coin’s toss
Or the acts of ‘the other’ as laws may apply.

We’ve become quite the coin, now, of binary face.
We’re of primary color yet shy just a few
Of the ones deemed essential. The sight of the old
Only replays the nightmare. I am self-controlled.
I’ve become too complacent in that which is true
Yet I feel the commitment to argue my case.

Arguments and Agreements, because they compare
To most basic dichotomies, share the same core
Which, in essence, is freedom from stagnant discourse.
Language should be alternative to using force.
Having played in the crossfire, should I want for more?
It makes sense to speak softly and to be aware.

Speaking And Listening

Need To Be Heard

Clear communication is a goal I may reach
With the folks I’m around in my daily routine.
People sound off profusely, but not much is heard.
I am one who once thought that speaking was absurd
Until I was coerced by the social machine
To come into my humanhood fettered with speech.

I recall how soft spoken and timid I was.
My first words were a stutter yet standard in form.
Then there came learning language and testing how much
I could absorb the techniques, aesthetics and such.
I was told I was troublesome… Not of the norm.
People think that all children should obey all laws.

I now often speak loudly… At times with some force
As I sense competition is part of the mix.
So, on goes the adventure. To Listen is then
Something I must learn also. Never has there been
Such a time as the present to learn some new tricks.
Had I stayed autistic, there’d have been no remorse.

Toy Surprise

Anticipated Excitement

Should I wait ‘til sunrise for my big Toy Surprise?
I could do breakfast now while erupting in bed.
No one else needs to join me. From in my small room
I can text who I want to to postpone the gloom
That would otherwise show me that I am mislead.
If I have to be friendly, then can I be wise?

It began with the boomers – those crafted amid
Times of rectification of their perceived wrongs.
They invented invention, then put it on stage.
Those who followed have carried us to a new age.
A deep inherent restlessness clearly belongs
In the process evolving as it always did.

Wherein lies the excitement? Within the device?
That seems somewhat perverted, yet it matters nil.
Such may be said of my complicated machine.
Had I contact with others, I wouldn’t be mean.
Do the toys that I play with rob me of free will?
Need I have them to know if I’m naughty or nice?

A Wishy Wash

Global Laundry Crisis

It’s a wash no one wishes on anyone’s world
When within one’s right mind there is nothing to see
But full drawers of clean laundry. Do Not take a breath
As the smell of this cleanliness may cause one’s death.
Citizens who of left mind just want to be free.
What has been convoluted must then be unfurled.

Many billions of children at play in their rooms
After many an eon have left earth a mess.
We are not home alone, as our mother is here
Yet our father is elsewhere, not meant to be near.
We’re hard pressed to invent him with any success
And the unending filthy wash cycle resumes.

As the traitor species, we’ve made ourselves awash
In our own filth and grime. But we are like the child
Who attends not to discipline. We’ve no concern
But for needs of the moment. What then can we learn?
And can our past activity be reconciled?
As we look at our laundry we’ll lose our panache.

Spectral Shades Of God’s Darker Thoughts

Surreality

When God Thinks, life is born, and all good things take place.
Would one think that divine thoughts are lame like our own?
No! They’re complex and powerful. They’ve become real.
Our thoughts, when we direct them, can get us to feel.
But the thoughts of a deity make flesh and bone
And endow them with nature’s protection and grace.

So, how come there are good and bad ‘thoughts’ that exist
In the mind of a being who is only good?
One would think that omnipotence knows not of bad
Nor would want to create such a hell, I might add.
Boredom is then established though not understood
By the soul of creation that is not as blissed.

Oneself Blessed into Boredom could Be the Big Bang
If no other selves offer to make themselves known.
I would call mine a good self if I were but one
And the only one being. I’d then create fun.
Could I not see how I’d become wayward thought prone?
From one simple good thought the whole universe sprang.

We’ve control of our thinking, thinking we belong
To the set of all thoughts that God will entertain
Throughout all of existence and unfathomed time.
How to return to good thoughts from mayhem and crime
Therefore can be pursued with the hope of some gain.
Perhaps, reaching that point, we’ll have transcended wrong.

Simulation

Dual Reality

To each person this world is a Simulation.
Altogether they make up one reality.
Most finite in its realness, it structures the mind
To think that it’s of essence and clearly designed
By one other than oneself. This isn’t to be.
We don’t really exist here. Nothing has been done.

We each create our own Simulation before
It’s combined with the six billion running right now.
It is done as a lesson to learn to behave
And make sense of our feelings and how they enslave
As we make the best of them, then manage somehow
To return to the infinite being much more.

Arrogant is the judgment of anyone’s worth
In this live Simulation. Free will is ours all.
We must act as if people here really are here
And do honor fully what they truly hold dear
Lest the whole Simulation become our downfall.
Our becoming a part of it begins at birth.

The Most Elegant Muscle

The Fractal Nature of Biological Process

With its fractal-like structure, the iris compares
To a doughnut of fluid suspended freely
Of its own subtle substance. This muscle of grace
Is a wonderous marvel as much as deep space.
It’s a keen work of art, and it helps us to see.
We make use of it constantly in all affairs.

Why the iris has color and complex design
Is a thing known to something much larger than we.
So we can only wonder. As we speculate
Perhaps that would seduce us from feeding our hate
While it prepares a space where we all can agree
That survival depends on our being benign.

The iris is constructed to limit the light
That can enter the orbit. Too much light will cause
It to grow tense and full. But too little light will
Make for full relaxation. Its nerve is made still.
We can honor the elegant iris because
It’s a blessing to those of aberrant insight.

World Water

TheMagicRealist.com

Treated like a commodity water becomes
Something taken for granted while fearing its loss.
Water can’t disappear. What the earth contains now
Is the same that it always had. But to allow
It to be where it’s needed, we must come across
Better means of surviving than twiddling our thumbs.

This is no call to action. It’s practicing verse.
My thumbs each know the space bar and take equal turns.
We are made much of water. Life water contains.
Water can flow through earth as the blood flows through veins.
May we find a solution? Our survival yearns
For consensus of consciousness of our own curse.

Rivers are fed by glaciers and forests, we know.
There are no other sources. The glaciers recede
Because of global warming. That’s still a debate
Rather than an alarm bell we can’t obfuscate.
Most the forests are gone much due to human greed.
To bring back our world water, we must let life grow.

Hard Drive

Spatial Data Exposure

How much storage is left on this thing we call earth?
Many people have lived here since it’s been in use.
People may be concerned that we’ve not enough room
For the future. Indeed, we have visions of doom
At our own hands. We are like a virus let loose
On a path of destruction. What’s come of our worth?

We’ll admit it’s a Hard Drive to get to the top
Of one’s chosen profession or life as a whole.
Every life lived is sequenced in logical ways
That defy what is heartfelt through most of our days.
Perhaps defragmentation is good for the soul.
It’s not like we can find a new Hard Drive to swap.

Silicon is like plastic we cast to the sea
To outweigh all the life there. We’ve made of the air
Something suited for vaping. A bleak humansphere
Is not something that has to be looked at with fear.
There are way many people who fervently care
That this fast spinning Hard Drive continues to be.

Momentum At Rest

The Motionlessness Apparent

An explosion in slow motion, as it takes place,
Is a consummate spectacle to human eyes.
As we place ourselves out there in body and mind,
We remain optimistic for what we may find.
Have we looked enough inward that we realize
What the nature of time is and how it makes space?

This star system created a vivified rock.
On the surface evolves a thin skin of smart moss.
It has leaped off the earth now to kiss the cosmos
Without asking indeed if it wants to get close.
If we stayed where we are, it would suffer no loss.
That, to many a human, may come as a shock.

Does it seem like it’s moving or standing quite still?
That pertains to our chaos as we find our way
On this Mother we’ve come to know as our birth place.
We exist through a larger will we can embrace.
There are ways to align self to live out each day.
When momentum is graceful, life can be a thrill.

Dirty Double Dog Stare

Benign Absurdity

May we be made aware of the Double Dog Stare
Most specifically, the discrete dirty ones?
Truthfully, dogs don’t give them. They get them from us.
When they behave more like us, we make such a fuss.
They have become, for many, our daughters and sons
And when they misbehave, we still give them our care.

I cannot take for granted what’s in a dog’s face
Because it leads directly to that creature’s heart.
The connection exists between mind and the soul.
Each can know of the other to make knowing whole.
They are friends with much love and wisdom to impart
To the whole of humanity as a sick race.

We have keen double vision in how we believe
Our realities mingle. This is how we are.
Is it used for survival within our complex
Constructions of necessity? Nature objects
Such a notion of grandeur as much too bizarre.
Other species can learn from us how to deceive.

 

Cosmosis

Procession of Existence

The direction I’m pointed to is, by design,
Not of worth to the cosmos nor who they contain.
I believe it’s a good thing. What else can I do?
It’s become calisthenic when my heart is true
To the point of the exercise. Yes, for the brain,
Which is part of the cosmos, this effort is fine.

At six seconds per page view, this site is on track.
A deep sense of fulfillment becomes firmament
Above firm, fluid calmness. I’m playing my role
As the fool of the gene pool with no special goal
But To Be and respond to the obscene event
And to keep on existing without looking back.

I Was Here. Who need know that? What sense does it make
That I can feel significant only by means
Of the chronic Cosmosis, contracted at birth,
That makes me need attention to be on this earth?
Being sociable this way is not in my genes.
So, should I write a book to compound this mistake?

Simply being alive means I’m doing my thing.
Should the cosmos become not aware of its own
Then it must defy logic since I do exist.
When I’m gone I can know that my words wont’ be missed
Because they’ve been lent to me so that I be shown
What a glorious outcome this process may bring.

Rationalization Of Pain

Objectification Of Fear

People utilize pain pills. They do a fine job
But they are problematic and otherworldly.
Addicted to their side effects, folks then become
Naturalized as an alien. Feeling made numb
In an effort to banish pain but completely
Is a crisis most urgent. Life Force does it rob.

Yet there is a solution to deal with deep pain.
One can look at it upright and study its parts.
In a rational context they all look like fear
That the way of existence is rather austere.
The nerve throbbing profoundly is how it all starts.
It is good to know that pain is not felt in vain.

I cannot dramatize it nor give it import.
As a signal, its job is serene and secure
Like the crash of electrons throughout their highway.
Drama only moves traffic and causes dismay.
If pain is seen as plastic, may I then endure?
Would I feel much less of it were I to fall short?