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You’re About To Ride The Lightnin’, Son…

The Good Old Days

“White Lightnin’ … White Lightnin’ … We’re in red hot pursuit.
We got one in escape mode… We need some support!”
This one’s awfully dangerous with his sharp tongue

But this black nigger bee is about to get stung
By the wasp of enforcement. His life we’ll cut short
If he so much as whimpers. Our thrill is To Shoot!

Up against the wall, nigger, with hands clearly seen.
Take your shoes off and tap dance on hot asphalt roads.
Lick my boots and then give them an excellent shine.
Since that’s one of your best talents why do you whine?
We take much pride and pleasure in hunt episodes
Where the prey are so many and already mean.

Lightnin’ strikes every day, son. This fine one is yours.
And for me it’s an excuse to let off some steam.
Family life frustrations and issues at work
Punctuate my history, so I Am A Jerk
And so fucking proud of it that often I dream

Of a nation of assholes and bloody race wars.

Oh, did we make a faux pas in being so rude…
Pepper spraying your dog and you and needlessly?
Well, that’s life on the lightnin’ bolt. What will you do?
 To the false right we claim, you’ve the real right to sue.
We’re still back in the forties as far as I see.
This one hell of a negative triggers my mood.

The Real Me

At The Brink Of Awakening

The performance of someone who seems to be me
Is audaciously tricky that it would attempt
To tempt me with the promise of full possession
Of what I have already, yet it has but none
Of the pure essence of me. The ego unkempt
On a world of stage acting has such need to be.

Its craving for acceptance renders it unseen.
If it lets down its armor this may not be true.
Ancient is the fine art that the ego knows well.
Its sole purpose for existing is to compel
Itself and perceived others to perform on cue.
If they don’t then the actor can be rather mean.

What it manifests matters but not a whole lot.
It may take reaching great heights to then realize
That it finds no contentment. So does it matter
That all hopes, dreams, and wishes surely must occur?
Both viewers and projectors are what are the eyes
Running a second story with another plot.

The Great Powerful Wizard Of Oz needs a rest,
As its body and mind grow weary of the act
That it thinks it must maintain to make a big name
Of itself on some world stage. It is not the same
As the one who is nameless. Staying in contact
With that one ensures me that my acting is blessed.

Perceiving Without Labels

Appropriate Futility of Scrutiny

It’s so hard not to use labels with or without
Specific information about what’s inside.
Human egos have them, and they place them upon
Anything possible. We depend so much on
Our conceptual symbols. No way are they tied
To the essences naming them. Be there no doubt!

We can sense life in two ways. Personality
Is a relative tool of survival we use
To communicate everything stored in the mind.
But the other way is of a different kind.
There’s the space of light consciousness which, if we choose,
Can get us to perceiving things quite label free.

The practice of perception is done anywhere.
Most ideal is the environment of nature.
There, one can just observe things simply as they are.
Dropping into this beingness is as bizarre
As the person who senses it’s calming allure.
Getting in touch with one’s true self shouldn’t be rare.

Consciousness on two levels – the transcendent one
And the self with its biases – both we engage.
What plays out in the foreground is of the ego.
In the background, the true self can lovingly show
Its full brightness. The false self may then come of age
Through the coolest relationship ever begun.

Like a lampshade, the person I am gives the light
From my spirit eternal its formative hues.
The conditioned self is dense and heavy a load.
Knowing of my true light source I’m well on the road
To then loving my neighbor as my true self who’s
The same essence eternal which is just as bright.

It’s Just A Ride

We're Here To Enjoy

It has bright lights of color. The faster it spins
The more strength in momentum is offered to all.
Up and down… Round and round it goes. Its thrills and chills
And its overblown loudness innately fulfills
The needs of every rider both big ones and small.
When one enters upon it adventure begins.

There’s no realness about it except in the mind
Which is powerful in its creation of things.
And in collaboration, the ride we create
Determines if we’re living by free will or fate
At the unconscious level. What consciousness brings
Is the blessing or lesson… Perhaps both combined.

For some time some have been riding this blue green ball.
They have questioned its realness enough to conclude
That it’s what we make of it. So don’t be afraid
Of the ride you’ve created. The choice can be made
To come up with another one. This attitude
Increases my amusement. This is nothing small.

Bigger locks on our doors and windows and more guns
Is a ride that is horrid, closed off, and insane.
The alternative ride is about humankind.
Caring for those who need it, we are more inclined
To survive as a species. It’s much to our gain
To examine how this ride we’ve created runs.

Mission Underground

A Mischievous Trio

Dedicated to mischief, this trio consists
Of a witch, a dead boy, and a handsome devil.
Halloween is their best time, for they trick or treat
The dark underground mission, secret and discrete.
Count on them to wreak havoc. For them, it’s a thrill.
They love messing with Christmas and all that exists.

Keeping secrets they do well, but they often break
Promises made because they had their fingers crossed.
Strategies of rebellion they use to reach goals.
The best mask that is worn is the one that extols
The true self in pure essence. No honor is lost
In pursuit of the mission. No chance will they take.

Boogie’s humorous henchmen, together always,
Sometimes get into arguments over small stuff.
Shock will solve disagreements quickly, if she can.
Being the most intelligent and not a man,
She believes she should lead, but she has not enough
Of an ego to overcome those she can’t praise.

What these three have in common is that they’re unique,
Individually and as one wicked team.
They are sharp and dependable for any job,
Like kidnapping or planning the next place to rob.
When it’s called for, they will go to any extreme
To complete the assignment with evil mystique.

Group Relations

Reaching Toward Freedom

Lofty are expectations of getting along
Anytime soon. The things taking place as I speak
Are of nightmare proportion. Like rats in a cage,
Every new lethal shock introduces mass rage
Nonspecific and mindless. The present is bleak
In the pitch black of darkness where evil is strong.

People coming together and taking a stand
Had been practiced forever. It was who we were
Long before Group Relations became infected
With the sickness of compromise. Chaos widespread
Is the image seen worldwide. Crime need not occur.
But we natives are restless, and change we demand.

Yet for ultimate peace we must then endure pain
As an inoculation against fear and hate.
Change begins in a few weeks and will last a while.
Once again I will see people wearing a smile.
We alone can determine what will be our fate.
We must get out the vote. There is too much to gain.

People speaking their minds about what they see wrong
Keeps a check on corruption in high government.
If I keep feeling helpless, then that is on me.
Everyone is a victim. United are we
The formidable force with power to prevent
Reelection of madness. Indeed, we are strong.