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Is Telepathy Real?

The Unapparent Connection

Self-contained in a ball of bone, Loctite on gears
In the prefrontal cortices of one and all
Keeps the thinking processes inferior to
Those beyond our existence. Yet there are those who
Can with others communicate like a phone call
But with no means apparent, or so it appears.

To believe this is true, one ought not take offense
To the programmed stupidity thoughts have become.
European influence has given too much
Importance to thinking. The true self we won’t touch,
Fearing that to most others we would appear dumb.
The more active the mind, the less there’s common sense.

It blocks communication, the rational mind,
Through the pure nonexistence, with others we know.
Everyone thinks they’re smart, and this gets in the way.
No one dares call me stupid. I’ll fuck with their day!
Yet I must overcome this in order to grow
To a deeper knowing of the state undefined.

Thought, the thin outer layer of something much bigger,
Can be trained to be silent. The innermost core
Connects to the nonphysical which is the lap
Of the whole of existence. We’re able to tap
Into infinite intelligence and much more
Than the mind can imagine. This has to occur.

Otherworldly insights from that which is beyond
May flood into the clockwork of rational thought.
That is its highest function – Be Still And Receive
And send out to all others. I firmly believe
That the time-gravity curve in which we are caught
Provides us means to infinitely correspond.

An Old Man’s Advice

Eyes Of Recorded History

Interestingly boring, the wisdom of age,
When one has but the patience to be enlightened
By someone of longevity, is worth the while.
Difficult life has been yet robust is his smile.
To the young of this world what the old recommend
Is to keep forging onward and fully engage.

His firs car was a Model A. Many first things,
Like the mule-driven ice wagon, and the ice man,
And the first jet airplane, all he was witness to.

That the world is against him he knows is not true.
There’s no reason for not being all that one can.
True contentment is what appreciation brings.

Having taught himself to read and write, he went on
To pursue a computer correspondence course.
He started a few businesses and authored some.
Once he lived in an old car. He has overcome
Obstacles to achievement. One need but indorse
One’s belief in oneself – a conclusion foregone.

Forge ahead. Do No Stop. And diminish your fear
To a point imperceptible. Young people are
The backbone of all nations. As future leaders,
Pessimism is useless. As madness occurs
Among those now decrepit, you’re wiser by far.
Be yourselves and take full charge. Your mission is clear.

Illusions Survival

Convoluted Conundra

Save the planet? Or screw it? Before we decide
Just a moment of silence everyone should take…
Not the grim kind reserved to honor famous dead,
While programmed thoughts of sorrow run loose in one’s head.
Thoughtlessness of real silence, and not the opaque,
Is reality’s essence and intimate guide.

All manner of illusion confusion does breed.
Is ‘reality’ spiritual or of mass?
Concepts, constructions of words, and complex theories
Are but well-crafted entities of brain feces.
Since it’s not an idea, we reach an impasse
When we try to describe it, so on we proceed.

Living means surviving from pre-birth ‘til the end
Of a process uncertain as time is concerned.
So we need time and ego as well as money.
These three are the most rigidly illusory.
There is no past or future that can be discerned
In the present eternal where one may ascend.

The real self and the ego are never the same
Yet most don’t understand that so cannot believe.
A crude representation of self is ego.
If one values clear thinking, this is good to know.
To let go of all thought about what we perceive
Is to be in the realness that has not a name.

Now is not a clock tick – a specific instant
Where the future turns into the past. Now is more
Than the pop of a cork. It’s the sound of the gong
That awakens and resets all that is made wrong
Through our acts of surviving and our striving for
The true sense of fulfillment that living may grant.

When I Die

At The Point of Return

How can there be an ending? The sun, when it sets,
Will again rise, and swiftly. This world I’ll not miss.
Don’t lament, or feel sorrow, or shed any tears.
Know that I am in joy as your grief disappears.
I’ll have not fallen into a monster’s abyss.
Knowing then love eternal, I’ll have no regrets.

As my carcass is lowered, please don’t say goodbye,
For I won’t be there hanging out. I’ll be set free.
But a curtain is grieving to the paradise
That exists just behind it where being is nice.
Beyond cosmos eternal is where I will be.
There’s no need for a full-scale parade when I die.

From the seed that is buried new life will arise,
Every day and forever. This also is true:
When the bucket is lowered down into the well
It comes back full of water. My wish is to quell
Any feelings of loss to the awfully few
Who may come to become witness to my demise.

Much of this is from Rumi. I messed with it some.
It retains his intent, though. At least I think so.
Seriously, his outlook shows deepness of heart.
My respect is for what his ideas impart
To this poet in training. To others I owe
Gratitude for my content from who much does come.

Brave Blood

Strongly Principled

When Denahi’s first seen as an old and wise man
Telling stories to young ones, he is as he was
Until death claimed his brother. Good-natured was he.
Most determined and loving, He’d joke playfully.
His innate sense of humor did not take a pause.
He was one happy camper at one with his clan.

The demise of one brother brought on by a bear
Took a toll on his character. He became mean
And ruthless in demeanor. Vengeance was his goal.
In his bitter pursuit he became a dark soul.
His descent into madness was slow and obscene.
Anger grows into hatred and utter despair.

What had happened was this bear, provoked to a fight,
Killed the brother in anger. Indeed self-defense
Was the motive the bear had. The one who had died,
Now from spirit the sibling was able to guide
Denahi to some semblance of having some sense…
Not at first, but he used some spiritual might.

Turning brother to bear, what the spirit had done
Was to teach a firm lesson about forgiveness.
Animals are shamanic as brave people are.
The return to one’s old self is now a memoir.
Brother bears are not obvious… that is unless
One transcends dark emotion. Then peace has begun.

Karmic Lessons

Rabbit Hole Through Eternity

Rabbit holes condescend upon consciousness here
In the land of the living. Do I feel at home,
Unprepared and afflicted in survival ways?
Life so far has been difficult… nothing to praise
In terms of its significance. Dark caves I roam
For the lessons within me I may learn in fear.

The particular judgment to which I’m assigned
Has to do with the personal self and its deeds,
Whether done while enlightened or in deep despair.
In relations with others have I shown much care?
I have been quite the dipshit. My life now proceeds
Into its final chapter again undefined.

What on earth has it been like among human kind?
I’m a little preemptive by using past tense,
But real time is not linear as is on earth.
I’m already conceived and awaiting rebirth
In another contraption both heavy and dense.
If I took it or left it would anyone mind?

What I’m here to learn mostly is how to behave
With myself and all others in this rigid school.
So acceptance and gratitude are big for me.
It’s been tough all along, but at last I can see
How to transform defectiveness into a tool
To unlock my true value. And I must be brave.

Thank You

From The Universe To Earth And Back

Feeling that I’m entitled just doesn’t sit well
In my gut, if I’m truthful. I’m sorry for that.
Most sincerely I thank you wherever you are.
My own personal baggage displayed here by far
Is what most would consider repulsively flat.
One good dose of humility is a sweet smell.

I do need to say, “Thank You,” one hell of a lot
More than I do at present. The truth to be told
Is that things of significance I need have more
Of a deep sense of gratitude… certainly for
This unique opportunity. My life is gold
If I don’t go insane thinking that it’s a plot.

It is the greatest mantra or meaningful prayer.
Directness and simplicity make it perfect.
Harmony on the earth is worth my gratitude.
When things don’t go my way it’s not right to be rude.
All this world’s many people I love and respect.
It would behoove my damned self to act like I care.

So Thank You to the universe. That means you too
Who may be here or not. And Thank You to this earth
Nestled in loving providence. To be more kind,
Less afraid, and more open with clear thinking mind
Is all that I am given to strive for since birth.
Thank You, self, for the substance I offer to you.

Transforming Form Identity

Stepping Out Of Illusion

Practice insures progress which leads to perfection.
Bringing myself into alignment with the now
Is an ongoing process from one moment to
Every next one that follows. The thing I must do
Is surrender my personal self and allow
The ‘no self’ to emerge without my objection.

It’s a powerful practice – spiritual too.
Bodies live their existence in relative fear
That somehow doom is eminent. Self and other
Become two points of conflict. Thought patterns occur
That encourage poor judgement. Thinking is not clear.
Frequently and but briefly, this method is true.

  Trapped in my form identity, often my view
Of the world and its people is fatally skewed.
The ego loves its enemies, thinking it needs
Strategies and defenses, so on it proceeds
Until psychic momentum of ill thought accrued
Culminates in calamity and the next shoe.

Opposing what is stronger, form identity
Fights against what is itself, unbeknownst to it.
When in time it is weakened its power subsides.
Connected to the vastness the true self provides,
I’ve no need to fight battles. Myself I submit
To the one more transcendent and truly form free.

A Wedding Of Excitement And Laughter

Delightful Duo

You are full of excitement, make friends easily,
And enjoy having fun with family and friends.
You have many fine talents. Enthusiasm
In all things that you do is delightful to some.
But to all you’re a service on which life depends.
When at any work, you perform proficiently.

You two work well together and have lots of fun,
Which are one and the same. Versatile you can be
In the use of resources to make things work out.
You believe in your magic. There isn’t a doubt
That the outcome is fortunate. Life, as you see,
Is a captain and mouse game that’s always begun.

Your adventures, bizarre and completely absurd,
Are like snippets of dreamscape adorned in nonsense.
The collective subconscious is the reservoir
For the means of escape through creation and more.
Therapeutic it is to watch foolish events
Where the good ones defy harm, as it is preferred.

Gifts of enduring love, universal appeal,
And your magnetic chemistry offer release
Of the buildup of tension through healthy laughter.
The captain of one’s steamboat, what e’er may occur,
Is the spirit within who’s acquainted with peace
And is always the one in control of the wheel.

What Is Love?

Knowing Of Wholeness

I’m in love with this earth just because she exists.
Tucked away in her own orbit, she is unique
Among all other bodies that circle our sun.
In some ways she’s an island – home to everyone.
Through her dance we have seasons. Her charm and mystique
Bring love to countless life forms. Her goodness persists.

Dependence on relationship leads to danger
Among earthbound inhabitants human of race.
To say, “I cannot live without you,” is to say,
“I can’t walk without your shoes.” This sort of display
Is both sick and mechanical, yet face to face,
Joy becomes a transaction so nonsequitur.

 Love has nothing to do with ‘somebody,’ indeed,
It is felt from within. Someone may be the cause,
But I am the one feeling on top of the world.
Each of us is a blossom. Through love it’s unfurled.
Love is meant to be shared, but some loving has flaws
Being that it loves hatred, world power, and greed.

So things like earth and country, the justice I knew
Between that time and now, and intangible hope
Are worthy of my loving. The civil unrest
Through the thaw of the cold war is putrid at best.
Our democracy has chosen the downward slope.
I can love it and keep it for my love is true.

The Slave

Distinction In Servitude

Karma built over lifetimes in lands far and near
To each one is a structure complex and diverse.
Many people have such, but for those who do not
Simple life is their blessing. They’re no hot to trot
For intrigue nor theater. Perhaps it’s a curse,
For their minds can be enslaved by systems of fear.

It’s called cause and effect. We each reap what we so.
So theatrical roles played are clear archetypes
Of the growing spectrum of human behavior.
Characters act out drama between rich and poor
Among other dichotomous dark stars and stripes.
Reenactment and curtain call restart the show.

Complete rectification for all earthly deeds
Can’t be known in one instance of experience.
The spiritual process always taking place
Can take one through despair to a rewarding grace.
Free will is in the asking devoid of pretense
In the moment’s salvation fulfillment of needs.

The unending drama of repeating patterns
That each one must experience can be altered
Or can continue unchanged with minimal gain
In the growth of the spirit. Life lived is in vain,
And the lost silver lining is all but absurd
So the whole system resets and nobody learns.

Youthful Feminine Leader

Goddess Becoming

Often you are affectionate. As the princess
Of your native encampment, your leadership style
Differs quite from your father’s, the imposing chief.
Yet you’re fearless and powerful beyond belief.
Creatively expressive, you lead with your smile.
Using silence to foil foes, your tribe you impress.

Feelings run deep within you. You’re feisty and proud.
Your actions convey clearly your heartfelt intent.
Quite adept as an artist, respect is bestowed
Upon you. The ancestral is yours to decode
And translate to transcendence for what is present.
With honor, devotion, and beauty you’re endowed.

Not afraid of adventure, danger is to you
Simply part of the process of doing what’s right.
You will fight for the life of the friend who’s in need.
Through the blast of the ill captain’s masculine screed
You will carry on steadfastly, willing to fight
In the light of the justice that you know as true.

Your friend Peter is fortunate as are those who
Are the closest to you. Dancing is your best way
To conjure celebration. Your charm and mystique
Radiate from your beauty and how well you speak
For your people and history. Bright is your day
When you’re in warm surroundings with those who love you.

Acts Of Faith

Absolute Belief

The illusion of separateness between me
And all others and everything gets in the way
Of my trusting the universe. It must be wise,
Much more so than I am with my limited eyes.
The Tao nourishes all things in consummate play.
Letting go of the ego, I may better see.

I’ve the need to relinquish my power façade
When I notice I’m up nights consumed in worry.
My decisions, well thought out, made under duress,
Yield calamitous outcomes and increasing stress.
Snap decisions made instantly happen to be
The right ones in the long run. Now isn’t that odd?

Faith enormous and heart moving cannot be blind
For the sight is beyond what the senses behold.
It’s a leap into wellness and feeling at ease
In the world that I’m one with. Its intent to please
I must know absolutely. What e’er may unfold,
When I see life correctly, is loving and kind.

To be one with the universe, trust that it will,
Through its infinite intellect, meet all my needs.
Treat it like it’s a dear friend whom I haven’t seen
For a really long time. Then the rapport between
Me and all that exists blossoms free of the weeds.
It and I are the same thing. This should make me chill.

Contented Old Timer

Used To A Mellow Life

You’re a trusty old blabbermouth. Absentminded
And a little too clumsy, yet most respectful,
You are loyal and sweet. As the prince to the frog,
One is apt to compare the master to the dog.
Sentimental you are and quite reliable.
Your phantom sense of smell keeps you pointed ahead.

You cannot be a follower. You need to lead.
The wellbeing of others is what motivates
And drives you to succeed. You are known to be brave
When you channel love’s energy. Those whom you save
Consider you their hero. Your kindness creates
Atmosphere for warm friendships that can’t but succeed.

Memories of your younger days sniffing out crime
And protecting the public from those who do harm
May consume you with passion. ‘Old Reliable’
Was the one you looked up to and who fill you full
Of the wisdom you have now. Your natural charm
Is how many will remember you throughout time.

The swamps of Louisiana aren’t for you now
That you’ve grown well accustomed to relative peace
Among good friends who love you. Faith in your instincts
Keeps your sharp senses agile to bypass the brinks
Of most certain disasters. Your joy must increase
Because of the true blessings of life you allow.

Success

Effortless Alignment

What is successful living? Does it mean the same
For each and everyone upon earth now alive?
The answer is both yes and no depending on
What one’s meaning of life is. The phenomenon
Of the meaning of meaning’s proneness to contrive
Less than real things of value the ego does claim.

Resolutions for new starts begin with release
Of the past segment’s chaos. All my suffering
Is of either the body or the troubled mind.
Separation between them and me is most kind.
Meditation achieves that. Indeed it will bring
About certain relief and a feeling of peace.

Outside things that will happen I’m not shielded from.
But what goes on within me is worth giving more
Of my focused attention. My feeling at ease
Is a measure of joy – not a goal I must seize.
Ease and joy are equivalent, and keeping score
Reinforces what is and invites more to come.

What is eaten had life once. Should I feel respect
Since it is part of me now? With such I must treat
With appropriate reverence and gratitude.
It gave life as a blessing. Sacred is my food.
Harmonizing with nature can make the life sweet.
To the earth’s vast intelligence I must connect.

Incensitive Spirit

Salvation By Aroma

“It’s the Atmosphere, stupid!” Who speaks in this way
But political talking heads seen on TV?
Insulting one’s intelligence ain’t very nice.
But the gurus of India wouldn’t think twice
About teaching the ignorant how they should be.
But to heck with my ego. I’ll hear what they say.

Spaces indoors are filled with a blending of smells
Within energy structures that have an effect
On spiritual processes undertaken.
They may impede the method used to awaken.
When the air’s a bit funky, with all do respect,
Then proper ventilation refreshment compels.

Both the shape and size of the room are important.
That’s one whole other topic not right for right now.
Every detail has meaning for those so consumed
In the perfection of a room that is perfumed
With a powerful essence which will more allow
Meditation to go well. Who’d say that it can’t?

Replicating the outside and natural air
Filled with fragrance organic is what is achieved
By the use of fine incense or essential oils.
That which is not of nature essentially spoils
Atmospheric integrity… so unperceived.
Incense lifts up the spirit and sanctifies prayer.

Abundance Unhidden

Treasure Revealed

Everywhere there’s a treasure chest filled with desires
Open widely for access whenever I want.
Many of them are visible. Some are unseen,
But they’re noticed when I keep my vibration clean.
Any change in my path is a synchronous jaunt
Into worlds made unhidden as my heart requires.

Time indeed is irrelevant. This moment new
Is the one most important. Who I am right now
Is a different person from moments ago.
Looking back on that gone self can’t help me to grow
To my fullest potential. I then must allow
All the wealth of wellbeing that is overdue.

The most hugely significant things taking place,
Though they’re cosmic by nature, aren’t of much concern
To the average self. Yet if I start from there
It becomes a lot easier to be aware
Of all else that I have. I have no need to yearn
For what’s already given by infinite grace.

Examples of abundance to take notice of
Are things like warm encouragement from a close friend,
Or a word or idea that sparks creation,
Or a new way to tolerate having more fun.
The immense wealth I have I cannot comprehend.
The vibration most plentiful is that of love.

The Vegetable Vendor

Life In Service To Life

Every human being has a story to tell.
Being that we are human, the quest is to be.
Our life journeys of drama are food for ripe ears.
Those who’ve been being human for dozens of years
Offer tales of significance. Often carefree,
What they do for a living they do very well.

 A wise vendor of vegetables by nature
Is outgoing, kindhearted, and beaming with life.
Having not always been that way, something occurred
Where the life force within them, sufficiently stirred,
Was awakened completely. How they handle strife
Is to grow through the process that they may endure.

Knowing that we are mortal is something most take
With a grain of indifference. Yet it is true
That if we lived forever we’d grow more insane,
Acting out in all ways that yield utter disdain.
Somewhat sane we are now because we think things through,
Knowing our time is brief here. Safe choices we make.

So to live and to die mean exactly the same.
I can know that I’m living by all that I feel.
But I also am dying slowly day by day.
The process will complete one day. Life is this way.
Being conscious of mortality is for real.
Righteousness is in knowing that life is a game.

The Peace Of Familiar Surroundings

At Home At Home

You remember the good times as well as the bad,
And these memories influence choices made now.
You prefer the safety of familiar places
With your loved ones and all that your heart embraces.
Triumphs over your worst fears and troubles allow
Changes real to occur. You’re a noble comrade.

Courage, caring, commitment, and will-power are
Your most outstanding qualities. Protective of
Others in your surroundings, you are nurturing,
And the friendships you make are warm and enduring.
Everything that moves you is an effort of love.
In the ultimate search, no distance is too far.

Pessimistic you may seem. Loss never fits well,
But your determination to find what remains
Demonstrates dedication toward moving ahead
To the task in defiance of pain and bloodshed.
Letting go of the past will ensure you great gains.
You know you needn’t worry. In sureness you dwell.

Tragic are the conditions that change one’s life path
And the whole personality to the degree
That it’s turned inside out. ‘Funny,’ though you are teased,
You are good-natured enough not to be displeased.
Treacherous is the journey that will set you free
From your innermost nightmare and life’s aftermath.

Close To As It Seems

Dark Feathered Aloneness

Somewhere loosely called ‘out there’ is what I’m within.
Consciousness is a given. All else is a hope
That all beheld phenomena and beholder
Coexist and communicate as I’d prefer.
What I think I might know has no tangible scope
Nor reason to be offered. To none I am kin.

It’s one piss pocket portrait to paint for no pay.
Unacceptable remains odiferous art
And defects of character among the unknown
Foolishly seeking favor from that which is prone
To its own misperceiving of which I’m a part.
Yet I must remain truthful in my daily way.

No matter how presented, the world has moved on
From this craft that is ancient. No technique have I
To search engine the ocean with. Life that is there
Has no use for my gift. The free will not to care
I accept but with bitterness. I must rely
On the guidance of spirit lest my will begone.

Google Play is an option for those who love games
Rather than checking in on the journey of one
Who offers in the realist of time his true heart.
Perhaps after a good nap I’ll have a fresh start
On a day that can still be delightful and fun.
I will get myself noticed if my name ain’t James!

Mindfulness

Being Ever Present

When the mind can be emptied, then full it is made
Of the loving awareness present here and now.
Mindfulness become industry is a good thing.
Educating the masses creates a wellspring
Of wisdom and kindheartedness as is the Tao.
Love is mother to presence, the real escapade.

The incorporating into daily routine
Principles of the Buddhist tradition is done
Through the myriad works of authors and masters.
Tuning into the body instantly transfers
Attention from destructive thoughts and to the one
Thing that can be controlled. It’s a gifted machine.

Loving kindness begins by my breathing it in,
Taking notice of sensations and surroundings,
Then exhaling the waste collected by the mind.
It’s an organ of value, but it’s not designed
For working in the present. Too often it brings
Misery through delusion, the ultimate sin.

Bringing loving awareness into the body
Is an easy enough process for peace of mind.
Perception without interference, judgment, or
Conceptualization can open me more
To the self undiscovered in whom I can find
All there is that I need to behave properly.

Phenomenonometer

Observance of Eternity

Elemental observance is of the machine
Made of flesh, mind, and spirit, and prone to record
All that happens to itself throughout its time here.
Situations and facts can be looked at in fear
When unclearly they’re seen and improperly stored.
Measuring the experience keeps the thoughts clean.

The dichotomous nature of this time and space
Is to place full awareness on curricula
Of concerns most appropriate, urgently so.
Taking note and assessing the best way to go
That makes sense and feels healthy is simply what the
Body needs to protect itself from crimes of race.

 The unending cycles of events to the eye
Of casual observance are given to teach
All there is in a nutshell as vast as the space
Between parts of the engine. To fully embrace
And appreciate cause and effect is to reach
For the wisest solution that one can live by.

Each of all beheld moments are given freely
From that which must be infinite. Current events
Can be peaceful and private as changes occur
That are more in alignment with what most prefer.
Each system has a gut. If used right, it prevents
Misinterpretation of what happens to be.

The Incredible Mind

An Amazing Cosmic Machine

“Doing two things at once can’t be done,” say the ones
Dedicated to brain science. Contrary, though,
Is the knowledge that, in fact, there are people who,
Simultaneously, many things they can do.
Not that many exist now, but it goes to show
That the mind is incredible in how it runs.

 Intellect is only the translucent veneer
Of the much huger volume of intelligence
That makes us who we are evolutionally.
The reason that we dominate absolutely
Is that we’ve become competent, yet we lack sense.
Distinctions among parts of ourselves are not clear.

Separate are the centers for memory and
Those of perception, imagination, and sleep,
Among certain few others. And yoga practice
Is the best way to sort selves that otherwise piss
One another off often. Their battles aren’t cheap!
Living life inefficiently, we can’t expand.

We are made from the inside out. Our bodies know
How to make and maintain themselves. Not from outside
Does the inside gain access to all that it needs.
To exist as a living intelligence leads
To unopinionated pure function with pride.
Competence is our birthright. Someday it will show.

Re-Builder Crusader

Restorative Healer

She rebuilds fallen structures and societies.
The Kingdom of Atlantis is hers to defend.
Most perceptive and healing she often can be
With those within the homeland. Outsiders will see
Some whoop ass from this woman that they won’t transcend.
She’s a powerful packet of violent ease.

Endeavors that are most interesting to her
Are the ones bringing knowledge of history lost.
She absorbs what she studies with amazing speed.
This warrior princess is not one to concede.
One will know her lethality when she is crossed.
Reestablishing culture is what she’d prefer.

Mysteries are intriguing but oddly also
They infuriate her, so her truth is pursued
With the power she has to recover the past
To create a bright future and peace that may last
For untold generations in firm rectitude.
Wisdom she had been gathering since long ago.

Her vitality enlightens. With a kind heart,
She shows respect for all others generally.
Her appearance is youthful, but great is her age.
Having so long to practice her role upon stage,
She unravels enigmas others cannot see.
All Atlanteans with her she wants to take part.

In Memory Of James

Maker of Cherished Moments

Your actions and ideas influenced loved ones
Most profoundly. An inspiration to them all,
You were thoughtful, hard-working, and fervently kind.
A responsible husband and father resigned
To the love of your family, no time was small
In the warmth of their company. They loved you tons.

 Working double and triple shifts to make ends meet,
You did so without showing real signs of fatigue,
Yet always greeting your daughter with your great smile.
Your dream of restaurant ownership was worthwhile.
Difficult circumstances put you in a league
Of unfulfilled achievers e’er doomed to defeat.

World War One and the enemy would intervene
In your life that was happy with what you needed
Which were gifts of the spirit and simple pleasures
That were of most importance. Your message endures,
And the ones who survive you continue ahead
As you had prepared them so the dream may be seen.

In your service to others you knew not restraint.
Giving all that you had was indeed part of you.
Gallantry is rewarded for service combat
And honor to the family indicates that
Your true heart of gold still beats for everyone who,
Holding love in their hearts, consider you a saint.

Dark Matter Saturday

The Ethereal Cloak of Comfort

Rainy days are a blessing. What would one expect
From a dark matter resident of the cosmos?
In this world few can see me except for my skin.
In the realm of the physical darkness is sin.
Particles separated that never get close
Are the heart of this structure in every aspect.

Saturdays, during winter, in this hemisphere,
Normal people look forward to. I do as well
But for different reasons I need not divulge.
On this day that keeps people in, I can indulge
In a deep dwelling disconnect far from the hell
Of all man’s machinations that curse what is here.

Whetted civilization has scant appetite
For the cold, wet, and windy. Sunshine is ideal.
But sunlight, made of photons, is denser than light
From the dark folds of all that which evades our sight
While providing cohesion to what we deem real.
It is light through the cold wherein I take delight.

Nature’s cold is a logic I well understand.
It is based on the rhythm of spatial bodies.
Time within the eternal is made for fair days
Whether weather permits, one’s own consciousness strays
From the business of living. I honor the freeze
As it comes with each cycle uniquely unplanned.

What It’s Like Being Human

A Journey of Transformation

The journey of discovery, temptation filled,
Is the one you’re committed to. Understanding
What it means to be good, often in a hard way,
Is to know which decisions will lead you astray
And which ones bring aliveness and give you something
You can then offer others. By this you are thrilled.

Curious spontaneity is an issue
That gets you into trouble. Your caring nature
Is your vulnerability. Wonder to you
Is like that of the newborn. Yet you are one who
Was made just a short time ago. So you’re as pure
As the essence of newness and without a clue.

Innocently determined, the path that is wrong
Taken as a life lesson, you courageously
Traverse self-made disasters. The right change of course
Comes to you, as to others, through infinite source
Who directs every act both real and fantasy.
You must find what your truth is and where you belong.

Like a Frankenstein creature, of tree flesh you’re made
With a homely outfit and a few sundry parts.
Yet your life is pure magic, as others can see.
What It’s Like To Be Human is simply to be
In the knowledge that people had you in their hearts
  Prior to your being. This truth one can’t evade.

Switch Off Negativity

The Choice In Any Moment

Switching off negativity is but a choice.
Consciously I can know this. So why do I push
The wrong button too often? Am I that far gone?
It’s the unconscious choosing what I decide on.
I’ve then made myself vulnerable to ambush
By what I’d never want. I can choose to rejoice.

What to do when unpleasant thoughts enter the mind
And begin doing harm there is just to notice.
Catching at early stages the onset of grief
Is preferred, but I’ll get there through my firm belief
That my choices made consciously can lead to bliss.
I can stop bad momentum when I’m so inclined.

Yet too much of a buildup of negative thought
And unhealthy emotions is not worth the fight.
Let that all fall apart, then create something new.
The next day after resting, a much clearer view
Will allow proper guidance to do what is right
For my health and wellbeing. This matters a lot.

Sensitive I’ll become more of feeling not well.
Anything I must do to curtail the effect.
Fun and laughter are useful in switching off dread.
I’ve complete control of what goes on in my head.
This technique I believe is worthwhile to perfect
And craft into a story I’ll be proud to tell.

Getting Focused

Clarity In Each Blink of the Eye

Intellect turned against me; my focus unclear…
Psychological processes have more value
Than the ones existential. One worm of ill thought
In the mind become weakened welcomes the onslaught
Of disgust with humanity. What can I do
For the health of my psyche that I hold most dear?

Fleeting thoughts and emotions consume my life force
If I don’t pay attention to wonderful things
That are happening everywhere not in my head.
If I gave life more notice I’d feel much less dread.
Everything in the universe and in me sings
Of our interconnectedness with divine source.

I’m too full of myself. Can I say that to me?
I’d resent it from someone else. If I’m in need,
Then others have advantage and too much control
Over what I experience. My only goal
Is to be more of my best and indeed exceed
What I’m worth as an asset to society.

Suffering is a process just as existence.
One takes place in the mind; the other, everywhere.
The moment of awakening can be sustained
Through preventive self-therapy. I can be trained
To become who I am. Should my mental health care
Draw the worst from within me? It shouldn’t make sense.

There is substantial evidence scientific
And medical pointing to proof that we all are
Better at what we’re doing when we feel our best.
Consciously the decision to not feel depressed
Is the one I must make that cannot leave a scar
On the soul of this sensitive lone lunatic.

Emotional Power

Root Force

Powerful are emotions. They drive everything
On the planet, like politics, performing arts,
And the world’s wealth of business. In love people are
With those they haven’t met, and it isn’t bizarre.
Simply it’s human nature to judge with our hearts.
That our feelings control things is not surprising.

   How do I build goodwill and manage perceptions?
It’s a question some ask. It might as well be mine.
What I get for an answer from those who are wise
Is that love can’t be built, yet they’ll kindly advise
That I get folks to love me. Is this asinine?
Or perhaps I’m worthy to be one of those ones.

But this begs the next question. How do I complete
The impossible mission? I’m not a person
One would pay much attention to. How can this change?
Well… It can’t. But my feelings I can rearrange
To the point where I bask in my own world of fun.
I can become someone who is mellow and sweet.

Fall in love with the whole world, and it will love you…
Not at first, but in good time some will come around
And become your disciples or very best friends.
People have their free will, so my loving depends
Not on reciprocation. One can’t be let down
When exuding wellbeing just like a guru.

What Every Dead Person Knows

Directly From Spirit

No one knows, so it’s said, what happens when we die.
Some who live now know better because they’ve been taught
By the ones who’ve departed this earth and are now
In another dimension – one that does allow
Telepathic instruction in case it is sought
By we yet flesh and blood ones who know they won’t lie.

To certain situations the disembodied
May be drawn because they still have some business here.
They make themselves perceivable by their free will
Once affairs are concluded they chill out until
A bright light being beacons them, “Come not in fear
To the Kingdom of Heaven where your soul is freed.”

 Other beings now bodyless don’t hang around.
They go straight to the gusto without a detour.
There’s a place called the astral plane where some may go.
It’s an earth replica for those who do not know
What the hell’s happened to them. It’s not as before.
They may spend a few eons ‘till some clue is found.

Any way that you look at it death is Ok.
One can always come back to this hell if desired.
But a long break from hard work is always welcome.
While submerged in its density many succumb
To earth’s inherent gravity and become tired.
The unjust laws of physics are hard to obey.

Delight In Things Popping

Sensual Pleasures

Existence becomes fetish as small dreams unfold
Into ever expanding ones. Fake bubble wrap,
Protecting the fragility of the ego,
Is precise in its popping so that it may show
That I’m not just a magnet for negative crap.
There are things about life that are by me controlled.

Do not act until inspiration has ensued.
The momentum now flowing may be not the one
That is most beneficial. I must let it die
From my lack of attention. When my mood is high,
The new current created anoints me in fun.
I’ll behave with a clear positive attitude.

Feeling good can be chronic and quite natural
If it’s practiced intently. My conscious focus
On one thing that’s compelling will make way for more
Things to pop up and pleasure me. Need I keep score?
If I act under duress as if it’s a fuss,
Then I am rendered paddleless up shit canal.

I control what I focus on and for how long
Until practiced vibration becomes part of me.
I can choose the momentum that feels more sublime
Meaning that I have mastered the meaning of time.
All the good that I gather and offer for free
Gives me joy and fulfillment. It cannot be wrong.

Invincibility

Immune To Life's Harshness

I create my reality? How is this so?
It is by the vibration I mostly put out
To the wide open universe. And what I get,
Like a radar return, I may take as a threat
Or a wonderful blessing. It leaves me no doubt
That I must transmit goodness instead of sorrow.

Often times life seems fated. I find not the way
To avoid circumstances that I don’t prefer.
Like a cog in machinery of the wrong kind,
Menacing is the meshing of movement maligned.
In this context my thoughts are my own saboteur.
Rules of this world encumbered I’m doomed to obey.

 My vibrational setpoint is how well I feel
When beginning a new day or any moment.
Something I can control is how I start my day.
Getting off on the right foot can be as child’s play.
I attract what is best for me to the extent
That I’m conscious of what I feel is most ideal.

As I sleep my momentum is resting as well.
When the new day is started I have a clean slate
Which I can author positively consciously.
Feeling like I’m invincible appeals to me.
I have total control as to what I create.
I’m most grateful for having my story to tell.

The Tragedy In Comedy

The Dichotomy of Drama

Charlie Chaplain, the master of simple laughter,
Did portray the ridiculous with certain style.
Audiences laughed with him because they’d relate
To calamitous circumstance fettered by fate.
Yet in personal life, this man rarely did smile.
Tragic was his existence as life did occur.

He would have no one know that if he had his way.
What he did was turn sorrow into a fine gift.
With immutable purpose and passionate drive,
Nothing but the most humorous he would derive
From his own purgatory to bless and uplift
Everyone. He’s an artform even to this day.

  Why is there seeming difference… laughter and pain…
All those pairs that make living a perilous ride
On a cruel roller coaster for just a brief while?
Nature is made of opposites – neither hostile
Nor in love with each other. They work side by side.
Life is bound by the physical but not in vain.

Dealing with all the up and down and black and white
Gives experience color. We know not the good
Until we behold evil. We strive to connect
To something not a part of us. The intellect
Sees danger in dichotomy. Perhaps it should.
But the spirit sees union instead of a fight.

An Age Of Emotional Nourishment

The Freedom Of Relief

A new era is consummate. Many rejoice
And look forward to healing which now has begun.
They’re not storybook heroes, the ones we elect,
But they’re who we look up to and give our respect.
The horror of the last age is now come undone
By majority power of popular voice.

We’re one big happy family? This isn’t so,
Nor was it ever meaningful as an ideal.
It took Satan to show us what we hold inside
That extinguishes light and delights in false pride.
If all hell didn’t break loose, we’d never get real
To the fear-spangled hatred that won’t let us grow.

And the growth of the nation means that all belong.
Those who want things another way… Find your own land
Far away from the union who cries for relief
From psychotic seclusion and southern fried grief.
Thankfully I’ll not know of your evil first hand.
What I’d felt since my childhood is not proven wrong.

Broken is not the family mired in abuse.
Therapy for the trauma prescribed by a team
With a feeling for justice and human value
As emotional creatures to bring comfort to
Is accepted by all who believe in the Dream
Of one nation united but not by the noose.

Homie Want A Tomato?

Not Too Black And White

I can write my damned ass off! Who knows that by now?
Why not cut me some feedback? I’m in awful need.
Infantile is my ego. It craves attention
Even though simply doing this is lots of fun.
I’m more proud than prolific. What case do I plead
For the love made available if I allow?

It just ain’t no big thing I’m obliged to conclude
Yet most things of great size are not easy to move –
Like the free wills of others. Although some succeed
Because they have that something that I lack indeed.
I could write trash like others, but what would that prove?
It may be simply that my perception is skewed.

Give a rat’s ass about something other than news.
Even though it’s historical, watch it from home.
But don’t sit there all day doing nothing but that.
Take in things of some substance. The world isn’t flat,
Nor do I care to see where the crazy ones roam.
I find safety and comfort while in my own shoes.

I can’t see myself stopping this. I’ll continue
‘Til my last day of living. My ego survives
Its acquaintance with smallness on anyone’s stage.
I’ve no role to embellish nor crowd to engage
Sacrilege of relationship. Clarity drives
My wholehearted ambition and all that I do.

Can I Ask Myself This?

The Biggest Question

Intense interrogation is not justified,
Nor is it ever needed, so I can relax
And not see life as too complex to comprehend.
May my question be simple that I may transcend
Past despair and confusion. Self-undoing acts
Unbecoming reflect not who I am inside.

The mind, strangely erotic, will fully indulge
Packages from Pandora to get itself off.
Fetishes unprotected, like questions complex,
Often yield the wrong answers besides kinky sex.
I shall keep the shit simple. Myself I’ll not scoff,
Nor my ego’s illogic I’ll care to divulge.

The earth spins in its orbit. Is this a big deal?
The degree of complexity cannot be known.
Did the sun rise this morning? That’s surely enough
For this mind God made simple that it may rebuff
Convoluted analysis. Let me be shown
What is best for my purpose by how well I feel.

The question of most import is easy to ask
In each moment. The answer comes effortlessly.
“What do I prefer right now that satisfies me?”
Practicing making choices this way is the key

To attracting the life l want. To clearly see
Requires only my focus. I’m up for the task.

Transition

The Current of Change

To Transist is a Function of body and soul.
Through the base thought emitter behavior occurs
From earth’s ground to the positive for history.
So Transist equals Function infinitively.
Technological blurring creates social slurs
Inconsistent with all components as a whole.

That’s how damned complicated the system must be
To ensure the protection of those we elect.
Bullet proofing behavior between love and fear
Is the fast current flowing. Expecting severe
Hostile intent to manifest, all must protect
And defend what we stand for. That’s simple to me…

…Yet too easy to say as what’s fated transpires
And the news networks niggle the narrow escapes
And catastrophes thwarted by sharp eagle eyes.
By God’s grace we’re inventive which surely implies
That we can be a lot more than mean hairy apes
Swinging dick-like in rhythm with hurtful desires.

Just as any Transition from hell to new light
This one mutates significance to the degree
That the Substrate of We The People comes to know
Normalcy electoral, as we are the flow
Become current and rectified powerfully
By renewed faith in government doing things right.

Heritage

The Origin Of All

Before chicken or egg comes the mindset in which
Human nature takes on a grotesque atmosphere.
Tribes among us belonging to no other tribe
But their own feel that they own their negative vibe
That the healthy pick up on. To what they adhere
Is not worthy of mention. It makes the heart twitch.

 Groups of boys are the threat now – as proud as can be…
But of what? Their pure whiteness? Or is it their youth?
Adolescent behavior among grown adults
Was allowed to run rampant with deadly results.
Their gender and stupidity keep them uncouth.
Other groups of color protest violence free.

Still the binary treatment remains in the craw
Of we who were called ‘colored’ way back in the day.
One could say it’s a cancer in our human race
But whatever its name, as a race, we must face
Or be doomed to destruction the proud infants’ way.
It’s not all a surprise that they’re friends with the law.

Heritage is tradition – something handed down
To future generations. All forefathers now
Look upon us from spirit and do not condone
‘Prideful’ acts of their offspring through which it is shown
That their pride, ego based, is perverted somehow.
We’re one part of creation, but we’re not the crown!

The Eternal Turnover

The Passing On of Presence

Somewhere past sheer exhaustion the body must feel
At the end of a good day. It means what was done
Was worthwhile in its doing, whatever the deed.
If I work out the body until it will plead
For relief from hard duty, would I give it none?
Upon its proper rest it will bounce back with zeal.

 If it isn’t complaining it’s not being used.
Then the mind, without knowing, engages in thought
Until feelings about what I’m thinking become
Excellent at complaining. I’ll stay away from
Rationalization and be knowingly caught
In a feeling neurosis, uptight and confused.

When I sleep I should not sleep. In fact, I must die
To the old self completed to be born once more
In refreshing magnificence for the new day.
I don’t need a vacation if I live this way.
Anything done with vigor cannot be a chore.
What I do I’ll enjoy and not think about why.

Preservation is proper for things that are dead.
Life can only be nourished and put to good use.
If it is not performing in some moving way
The bored body will buckle. The price that I pay
Is to keep it complaining. The work I produce
Is then worthy and great even if it’s not read.

Imagine…

Outward Insight

All material reality come to be
Is of most sacred substance – the good and the bad.
All is bathed in divine feminine energy.
Animated by her life force naturally,
Not a thing in the universe can make her sad
For its laws are enacted by her completely.

Powerfully erotic the energy feels.
Blissful intoxication is possible when
One taps into her flow through well-tested techniques
Practiced worldwide by gurus. The wise student seeks
Guidance and assurance from someone who has been
Through the processes many times as life reveals.

 But for we fettered lay folk by habit removed
From the effort and discipline that it would take,
The way all may gain access, the well-trained and not,
Is through imagination. The principles taught
Energize it and keep it from growing opaque
So when practiced, perfection is greatly improved.

Destructive and maternal, at once intertwined,
Goddess warrior justice is hers by default,
As she is mother nature and mother of all
That exists to behold – the immense and the small.
It’s a pleasure to have all of that to exalt.
I’m at peace with what is and how it is designed.

Clearing The Air

Revealing A Bettier View

To resolve any problems and settle the facts
Of the case between entities is to wipe clear
The imagined transparency of dirt and grime
And debris it accumulates after some time.
What is seen before cleaning consumes me in fear
That I am one of many unnatural acts.

“There will be times of tension,” my mother told me
When I was but a wee one, but I understood.
If I’m conscious, it can be used creatively.
Compromise and commitment are learned easily
If the focus directed is meant to make good
On avoidance of conflict. It’s how life should be.

The acquired open enemy’s thoughts are revealed
And give me confirmation ill feelings run deep
Among too awful many for fuzzy warm bliss.
I’ve encountered their cold. There is nothing I miss.
I do not own the sickness to feel hurt, then weep.
My Bopeep nonexistent requires no such shield.

How do I set the tone among people at large
For our safe interaction given what is known?
The answer, trite and meaningless, is to remain
As detached from ill harm as oneself can sustain.
The advantage I have is I’m happy alone.
I can deal with myself, and each one can take charge.

Natural Hero

Mutual Family Pride

The impressions of many close adults impact
Those who God made receptive. The guidance they crave
Comes from adjacent others. Parents and teachers
Are their most steady resource. This clearly confers
Upon them the term ‘hero.’ They’re looked to as brave
For how life affects them and how well they react.

 If you want your children to be a certain way,
You must be that way yourself. All parents know this.
What endears children to everyone is their joy
And unfettered exuberance. Each girl and boy
Is a master performer in natural bliss
If indeed this is what those around them portray.

You must be far more joyful and exuberant
Than your children are, since this is what attracts them.
If they see us primarily pissed and stressed out
They’ll conclude life is that way. Why would they have doubt?
 It’s not you but it’s life you teach them to condemn.
Some of us can be heroes, but some of us can’t.

Why would children have anything to do with me
If I did nothing but find a way to complain?
I must represent life because that’s what they are.
If you’re not quite the hero but not very far,
Just remember they’re not into sorrow or pain.
Take a tip from a lowlife of society.

Flight Into Transformation

Marching Through Anticipation

Capable of profound transformation and growth,
This most sensitive creature is cleaver and wise.
Dangers that are of nature, like menacing birds,
He will mitigate not with the power of words,
But with elegant trickery. And for his size,
He’ll engage his opponents and make fools of both.

One must be self-sufficient in eager pursuit
Of the path one must follow to its rightful end.
We need not be aggressive. A sense of humor
And a conscious awareness are parcel and core
And sufficient for living ‘til time to ascend
To the height of our being our most resolute.

A harmless caterpillar is one protected
By its own self-defenses until it can fly.
On the way there’s a big change that has to take place.
It will do that with honor – never in disgrace.
Does it know that some day it will take to the sky?
Or does only the next moment lie just ahead?

Outmaneuvering obstacles scattered my way
With creative endurance is worthwhile advice.
So I take it in earnest, record in delight,
And end this perfect day with these words that I write.
Waking up as a butterfly, is but the price
That I’d pay for the start of another fine day.

That Self…

The Ultimate Frontier

The true self and its searching for makes for the mind
Wasted time better spent working out the details
Of the fake self’s insistence that it is for real.
Is the human condition a thing I can feel?
Does my alienation from all that prevails
Give my soul ample reason to shun the unkind?

To That self which one truly is… life undefined
Is the best starting off point for rational thought.
Schemes and crafted abstractions can separate more
Life from its full experience. There is no door
Between true self and all else, so when it is sought
Effortlessly its finding is righteously kind.

Freedom does have a dizziness. Angst and upset
Are the highlights of living where now billions roam.
Consciousness of one’s being and all this entails,
Not adhering to structure that often times fails,
Is the thing of importance. That self is my home
So I must be at one there, but I’m not there yet.

Life comes not with a manual, but there are ways
That I can accept guidance as it all takes place.
Ever searching for my place in all that exists
As the life force and presence throughout me insists,
Meaning touches my being but does not embrace
Anything of my true self immune to malaise.

The Chant

Natural Rythms

The pure sound is superior to spoken word.
If I touch but the word, I touch only meaning.
But to contact creation, the unfettered voice
Is one method approved of by popular choice.
An alignment transformative chanting will bring.
A relaxed and refreshed state is greatly preferred.

Giving meaning to everything, verbal software
Floods the mind – the fine fuel pump of rational thought –
With too much information of value only
To the abstracted ego. The not side of me
Benefits from no meaning much more than a lot.
Words have their place but often the mind they ensnare.

The essence of creation is what is called sound.
It has no other meaning than that it exists.
The blueprint of creation is contained within
And throughout all the universe. All are akin
To the basic vibration which surely consists
Of all that is perceivable everywhere found.

There’s no meaning in meaning. The sense that I make
Of the sounds that surround me is simply not real.
The vibration is heard and felt. It offers peace
To myself, and it is but the proper release
Of whatever tension the ego may conceal.
Beneficial it is for feeling more awake.

An Inspiring Race

Affirmation In Unison

Strong attachments to others connects them to all
Citizens of the universe. Easily thrilled
By successes of others as well as their own,
They make friends with a passion. Their power is shown
To be that of their spirit wherein they’re fulfilled.
They are big-hearted creatures in packages small.

Their apparent reality, though incomplete,
They interpret excitedly in ways unique.
Cherishing new experiences, they profess
Adventure throughout galaxies. That is unless
The claw god that they worship and in hope they seek
Does not grant them salvation. Yet they stay upbeat.

Out-of-this-world commitment to lending a hand,
They transcend common virtue and blocks of the kind
That prevent loving kindness to enter the heart.
With expressive devotion they each play a part
In the process of healing what has been maligned
Through the rigor of getting the mind to expand.

Socially oriented and naturally
Telepathic, the peace that they offer is real
To the senses and psyche. The joy that they know
Sanctifies every lifeform wherever they go.
They Exist, so there’s reason for their great appeal.
Reflective curiosity satisfies me.

One Thing

Unfettered Focus

Concentrating on One Thing is all I need do
Then all else will be handled without my concern.
I can trust that it works, as I’ve done this before.
Blissfully I’ll continue to feel even more
The seduction of pleasure my soul doth discern
Through the magical mist with abundance of hue.

The One Thing I must focus on is how I feel.
I need not get specific… at least for right now.
Simply thinking of nice things that elevate me
Gives sufficient momentum to keep me happy.
From an ecstatic state I am free to allow
Dreams and wishes to manifest and become real.

Each arousal of spirit within me invites
Clarity and alignment to wash over me.
Let the true self in nudity gently partake
Of the pleasure that only surrender can make.
May my fears about failure leave me completely
And my spirit ascend to most ultimate heights.

One Thing safe to rely on when feeling strong need,
Or the lack of some wanted thing, is to adjust
My emotional setpoint to a frequency
That ensures I’m attracting what’s most right for me.
Getting intimate with the true self requires trust
That the consummate union can only succeed.

The Not Civil Cold War

Eternity of the Feud

We’ll go off and do our own thing. We don’t need you!
Monarchy is a menace. We don’t want a king
Or a queen to rule over us. We Declare War.
Virgin land we will conquer. Our will to explore
We inherited from you, and now it will bring
What we’ll call a new nation. The time has come due.

But we’ve taken you with us along with some things
To make us look inclusive and of open heart
As the ones used as tools by the sweat of their backs
Build the wealth of our nation that we may relax.
And because they’re not like us, we must say apart.
Is this not the behavior of rich queens and kings?

It has taken a short time for us to evolve
To the point where dissension among us is felt
With regard to ‘the other’ who must be maintained
As our psychic scapegoat. And it must be restrained
Lest the ice in our reddish blue blood starts to melt
Which becomes then a catastrophe to resolve.

Civil War is a coldness declared in duress
By the now needy nation whose face the world sees
As grotesqueness united in having no shame.
What is human about us cannot make us tame.
Our bone-chilling behavior does make the heart freeze.
It’s too cold to be hell. Can I feel any less?

Heroic Justice

Regaining Self-Respect

Loyalties, though conflicting, won’t chase him away.
He will stay and face consequences without fear.
Arising above dark situations, he shows
His heroic commitment. Most everyone knows
He is ardent and playful with those who are dear.
With devotion through peril he does save the day.

 Somewhat crude and aggressive, his challenges are
Gruff but with certain innocence, therefore benign.
Cockiness is an issue. He likes to show off
His fine physical skills to which others may scoff.
The diamond in the making now rough will be fine
Because good times and laughter do make him a star.

Striving hard to please others, he shows little shame.
When his mother is present he is submissive
Which provides healthy balance to his rougher side.
His fate he must determine with courage and pride.
Habits of rude behavior are hard to forgive
Unless there’s a good chance that his nature will tame.

What it takes is a lioness to round him out
And evoke the compassion and deepness of heart
Of the beast of the badlands. Homecoming is sweet
Among those who once scorned him. Now they warmly greet
He who is one of their own. It is a fresh start
To an ongoing story. There is little doubt.