Heads In The Clouds

Foresight and Planning

The big picture is visible. Energized air
In the clouds of creation of concrete ideals
Speaks the image of foresight and firm long-range goals
Through the integral process that spirit controls.
The electrical nature immensely appeals
To the organization of which we all share.

Time for transacting business or big party fun
Is at best planned beforehand ahead of the storm
That will bring about changes in how we behave.
Eternally hypnotic, the alpha brain wave
Is the state of enlightenment and quite the norm
Among those who know two heads can work well as one.

Arrogance is a given as charge is displaced
Among opposite forces that must take their sides
To ensure that balance is the final result.
Difficult are our conflicts, but they catapult
Our spirits to the heights where pure genius abides
By whatever is wanted and firmly embraced.

“As above, so below” has been quoted by those
Who express correlation between the cosmos
And the actions of people, and places, and things.
One’s belief is irrelevant and often brings
About misunderstandings with those who are close.
Sometimes it’s best to withhold rather than expose.

A Foggy Day

Imaginative Potential

No one can but deny its intoxic control.
In a New-York-like minute it plummets the mood
To the depths of delusion and utter dismay.
Misty haze is a menace in anyone’s day.
Brightness is the reality, but it’s subdued
By the faint transient presence that withers the soul.

Clarity – not confusion is what I’d prefer
All the time if It’s possible. It’s more than that.
Knowing that there’s a filter between me and light
And that soon it will vanish, I’m felling alright.
Fogginess is akin to the idle chitchat
In the mind pre-programmed for despair, as it were.

Lucidness in my seeing comes after my thought
And the active discernment that needs to take place
In my conscious awareness, and how it all feels.
Frequent flight into folly most often reveals
Any fault with my vision. I warmly embrace
What the day has in store that has not yet been bought.

Over-idealization of the mundane
Can rarely be a problem. A mind open wide
To the heart’s inner calling and hearable voice
Is one firmly believing it makes its own choice.
I cannot let the weather perform as my guide,
Nor the gloom heir apparent among the insane.

Competitive Compulsions

Endless Power And Energy

Critical culmination defines the climax.
Competitive Compulsions are primed to the peak.
Prowess in one’s performance prepares for the pie
In the sky of achievement. The spirits are high.
Sporting is an adventure that’s not for the weak.
When the game’s on the line there’s no time to relax.

Some aerobic activities lack the release
That comes with intimate involvement in a team.
The intense interaction caresses the soul
In the heat of the passion. To win is the goal.
I’m fulfilling my most wonderful childhood dream.
It is my only wish that it will never cease.

What truly is at stake does not take compromise
As a nonsense solution to problems at play.
It, in fact, is an elegant dance taking place.
A display of great power in balance and grace
Is a thing most aesthetic in a perfect day.
Either team and its members all win the big prize.

Overstepping the boundaries is apropos
In this field of endeavor, and timing is such
That we move in an instant precisely worked out
To the last millisecond. This leaves little doubt
That it enflames the passion our fans love so much.
Is it odd that aggression makes for a good show?

The Art Of Persuasion

The Convincing Argument

With authority figures I get along well.
One must keep them believing that they’re in control
And a cool way to do that is by playing dumb.
It may be kind of tacky and useless for some
But for me it’s a neat way of reaching my goal.
It’s the will of the wise one I’m willing to quell.

This works well with most anyone. Since I’m a child
I can take full advantage of subtle combat
Of a cognitive nature. It’s all in the mind.
I define most behaviors as more than inclined
To relenting to innocence. Anger falls flat
In the otherwise mellow one. I tame the wild.

I don’t listen to words much but feel what they mean.
Through the heart of the meaner they’ve much to convey.
The most accurate truth I intuit with skill
Worthy of the Great Goddess. Her will I fulfill
By firmly understanding that I’ll get my way.
He will be fully trained by the time I’m a teen.

But The Art Of Persuasion I implement now.
Basic to my survival ‘til that time draws near
Is the pleasure bestowed upon me to be sweet.
I can handle most adults I happen to meet.
Can someone give a scolding to someone so dear?
There is only one answer that one would allow.

Eagerness For Input

Emotionally Stimulated Intellect

More in touch with my feelings than usual, I
Need someone to depend on who isn’t all there.
There can be no confusion when I’m in control
Of intimate surroundings. My geek-hearted soul
Gets a surge of excitement that none can compare.
No commitment but pleasure and joy do apply.

I must think that my weird ass is having some fun
All alone in my living room floating in air
In the comfort and privacy of my own home
Where salacious affairs of the consciousness roam.
I won’t make this a bad habit, just to be fair
To the people who know me. What harm can be done?

Not a part of this body is made without nerves
And them buggers git sensitive once in a while.
My solution, though fantasy, really feels nice.
If I weren’t so damned digital would I think twice
About virtual intercourse? With a big smile
I will slam dunk that nookie as justice deserves.

Much to be said is wordless so it shall remain
In the realm of complete inexpressible thought.
What one finds sentimental another may feel
That the source of sensation is somewhat surreal.
If I keep it low keyed I may never get caught.
I want one to think I’m perversely insane.

Considerable Credit

Strength Of Spirit

Most effective reforms in professional life
Come with planning and effort throughout the long haul.
Energy to achieve goals may not be enough.
Often getting ahead means one has to get tough.
Superheros, when female and seemingly small,
Clarify the executive role of the wife.

  As opposed to the housewife and field wife there are
Wives of infinite feather. Prepare for the breed
Who no longer feel threatened nor held firm in place.
Women are more evolved among the human race.
A new heart centered governance shall intercede
So that we begin healing the deep ugly scar.

What indeed am I saying? Am I not a man
With no scant inclination to other than straight
From the big book of manhood? It is a delight
To admit what is truthful. What is wrong from right
Becomes clearer with each passing moment. The fate
Of the current establishment is now our plan.

The innate social nature is common to all.
Our survival depends on how we get along
And how healthy we are as a unified whole.
Female leadership is more in touch with the soul
And the heart of a nation. Could this be so wrong?
If it halts our extinction it is our best call.

Calm And Foresight

Peace With Self

Circumstances befall me, and I must take care
To ensure that I’m safe. Many people I meet
Everyday are delightful, yet some can behave
As if life has no meaning. The things that they crave
Are inadequate clutter for life incomplete.
Of the threat of infection I’m fully aware.

 Having matters work out that do need working out
Is addressed with some caution. I’m tempted to trust
Not only in perceptions but how the gut feels.
Like no other sensation, this keen one reveals
If encounters are shaky or if they’re robust.
All taken into context it leaves one no doubt.

Certain situations play right into my hand.
It does not happen often but often enough
That I’ll try reassessing what I’ve come to know
Hoping that in the long run my spirit will grow
To let go of the fear and much negative stuff.
Life can always get better as I understand.

Receiving recognition for accomplishment
Is a transitive tone of a texture untrue
To the spirit of giving freely from the heart.
I require Calm And Foresight to get a fresh start
By improving and blessing the work that I do.
When it comes to my writing, I do not relent.

Intricate Mental Work

Implementing The Psyche

The vast mind, while engaged with enormous detail,
Has its way with precision. Each intensive task
Is performed with great pleasure and relative ease.
The zone is of importance. The work is a breeze
With increased mental stamina in which to bask.
Excellent reputation cannot but prevail.

Seldom one will get restless in daily routine
If the mind is attuned just above the threshold
Of one’s common existence. Much work to be done
Rectifies any boredom, and it can be fun.
Well within the lobe frontal I mine precious gold.
When I’m doing so I have no cause to be mean.

Mentally stimulated by all that I see,
I run into some trouble every now and then.
That’s because I’m a Virgo… or maybe because
I bite off pieces too big to fit in my jaws.
Anyway I’ll regroup and start over again.
Nothing like mind intensive work does it for me.

Yet in humble commitment, all that I can do
To return what’s been given is my only goal.
Having given up needing like hell to be read,
I’ll keep on entertaining. Long after I’m dead
All that is left behind is a part of my soul.
The gift I have to offer is my point of view.

A Strong Will

Firm Competition

A Strong Will is the answer to getting things done
And attaining ambitions in tough man’s domain.
Compromises are useless and lead to defeat.
I’ll butt heads with most anyone I come to meet.
There is not a good battle from which I’d abstain.
And what is most exciting is that it’s all fun.

People play on their power to cause an effect
That is hugely dynamic in those they oppose.
Purposeful is their prowess at proving a point
That the gods of aggression would truly anoint.
Those who seek out a meaningful challenge are those
Of a spirit demanding the utmost respect.

With intent to shine brightly the energized soul
Will find much recognition while reaching great heights.
Confrontation of egos is not always good
But in spirit of sport and enhanced brotherhood
Those who do tangle ass are well within their rights.
The moment’s satisfaction is the only goal.

Independent authority, I must assume,
Is a wholesome expression of self in its prime.
The spiritual nature of interacting
With forces that will strengthen us is a good thing.
Willfulness in one’s being begets the sublime
In a world fascinating wherein we may bloom.

Helpful Words

Want And Need In Balance

I feel like crying, “Mommy, what does it all mean?”
Am I quite the adult now? The child within me
Takes avail of defenses the best way it knows.
That’s why when I do worry how clearly it shows.
When alone I am able to rightfully see
That what’s newsworthy is bad for mental hygiene.

Why not try and be truthful, you news talking heads
With your minds in the pockets of those in control?
I’ll form my own opinions and get what’s to know
Or I won’t. If I don’t then good feelings may flow
To all people I know from the depths of my soul.
What does break the best nature like wildfire it spreads.

People seem empathetic and anxiously so
There’s too much information that makes lousy sense
To any kind of madness that I could conceive
Yet it takes but one sick one to firmly believe
Anything being sold simply because they’re dense.
What goes on below surfaces we’ll never know.

So some words may be helpful to give all some hope
That significant in the message must be truth
Even if it is nothing or something not known.
Why not try treating adults as if they were grown?
What may change for the better is up to our youth.
Tell us that you know nothing. With that we can cope.

Seriously Thinking

Sorting Thorugh Thoughts

The concerns most important and front in my mind
Have to do with connection to something beyond.
Trivial are amusements. They pacify me
But for only the moment I care not to see
The picture that is larger. Therefore I respond
To life’s infinite chatter somewhat in the blind.

Making plans for the future is worth all my while
While the present prepares me for what is to come.
Buckling down is the mood that I seem to be in
But, to what is the issue. Where do I begin
Sorting out my connections and severing some
If they no longer serve nor engender a smile?

Discipline is an asset I treasure by now.
Concentration is better with coming of age
And the mind functions perfectly well. I’m surprised
That it is not declining. All would be advised
Not to be measured by some irreverent gauge.
Guidance from only spirit is what I allow.

People I find delightful are those who, with care,
Take the good things in life as divine providence.
What I find most fulfilling as life nears its end
Is the grace given to me, that I may extend
To the world with its troubles my own common sense
And the best way to do that, I find, is through prayer.

Cautiously Critical

Psychic Reluctance

I’ll reserve my conclusions, for now anyway,
And just let it all sink in. Too much that I see
Is to me so confusing. No chance will I take
With what I don’t know now. I remain wide awake
To the feel of deception. Cautious I must be
Of expressive assessing. It could spoil my day.

I feel I’m a good teacher. The few who I’ve taught
Find me sharp and delightful in their adult ways.
I don’t mean to astound them, but I do take pride
In my keen observation skillfully applied.
What has not been taught to me is due to delays
In the faulty machinery in which I’m caught.

Seriously considering all taking place
While deluged in delusion I do find my way.
In this strange world around me, at best, I’m amazed
That amid all the madness there’s much to be praised.
So, so far, there’s not much more that I need to say.
We exist here by the mercy of divine grace.

How else can one explain it? To question is like
Licking out a gross rabbit hole with ruthless tongue
Before plunging head first into fantasy land.
Your grownup explanations I can understand.
I am not that naïve just because I’m so young.
Getting used to the truth is like riding a bike.

Time To Purge

Revelation of Inconvenient Truth

Now and then, a good purging brings psychic relief.
The mind clutter accumulates to the degree
Of processor malfunction and crash of hard drive.
Within once in an episode I must take five.
Sometimes it takes a minute. Then four are left free
To engage in pure nonsense beyond all belief.

Opposition to powerful pressures have I
That exert from external things and from within.
Energies being tested are damned to be mine.
Yet the creative process does suit me just fine.
Letting go of old patterns is where to begin
Painting on a fresh canvas. Need I ponder why?

Holding on makes more difficult keeping one’s cool
While traversing the turmoil and treasure life holds.
Sadness is so sensational, and the good news
Is the next entertainment most sane people choose.
Some perk up when disaster or trouble unfolds.
One who voices disgust is then labeled a fool.

We define human nature by how we behave.
Is it within my power alone to affect
Anything in the real world if I am confused
By the purposeful rubbish so widely excused
As benign and delightful? With all due respect
Any word from our sponsor is meant to enslave.

A Pleasure Trip

The Unusual Vacation

Foreign lands I know not of exist in the dreams
That I have yet to. So how could they then come true?
They need not be as real as the life that I face
While at home in the earth though it’s not my birthplace.
All things stranger than normal compete for my view
And my journey of pleasure is needless of schemes.

Artistic in its nature, the world at its worst
Inside out and reflected in dark matter well
Enough to seem quite real, all is meant to explore.
I can’t stand heavy sanded gazing from ashore
To that mystical somewhere apart from this hell.
I need no motivation nor am I coerced.

Do I want an encounter a third of some kind
Complete with all the drama that others so crave?
All that has been conceived of and all that could be
Is below anything that would satisfy me.
What is truly unknown is the quest of the brave…
Not that I’m all that daring; I’m just damned resigned.

Consciousness worth expanding must also deserve
The freedom of expressing its heartfelt desire.
Never should it be thwarted. It is the release
That fulfills the adventure and brings about peace.
And through self-exploration it can be made higher.
We are not meant to simply kick back and observe.

Fighting Words

Emitionally Colored Speech

They crawl out of the woodwork, of which souls are made
In the image of nature, and into the air
Causing useless destruction of logical thought.
Fighting Words filter through us. Often they’re not caught
At the feeling heart center where we’re made aware
Of the gut level crudeness become the crusade.

I take out my aggressions on others when I
Feel that I’m being threatened. Words I often use
For defense or for preemptive lethal assault.
Does the harm not intended appear as my fault?
If it does then I have but a lousy excuse
To march on through life’s war ‘til the day that I die.

In the fertile subconscious, the roots of the tree
That all souls are a part of receive what they get.
Conscious feelings accumulate in the tree trunk.
The less mind intervention, the more one is drunk
With obsession to dominate and scant regret
That a kinder alternative is not to be.

If impulsive and restless because something wrong
In the craw of the consciousness can’t be resolved
In a civilized manner, may I find relief
In foreknowledge that tells me it may end in grief?
Does the realization make me more evolved?
Well, at least, it ensures I remain proud and strong.

Narcissistic Wound

The Disgraceful Departure

Quite by now the pathetic will exit stage left.
What has been has been boring with news of the same
Tale of crime and deception. What’s now come at last
Is a time to recover from our troubled past.
One who’s run out of rage sees the coming end game
Still not knowing the nature of why he’s bereft.

The wound is to the image blown to grotesque size
And the sense of entitlement too can be seen
As a lethal life weapon to discharge at will
To whoever opposes the self-centered thrill
That romances the tyrant who is often mean.
Difficult is the healing of damaging lies.

Within normal behavior no dark choice was made
By the populous nation to fulfill the dream
Of one with mental illness and character flaws.
That he sees change is coming is cause for applause
And a party complete with some cake and ice cream.
I have suffered for years but now he is afraid.

Should I point out the symptoms or simply rejoice
In the upcoming let down about to take place?
I do not derive pleasure in seeing the pain
Of someone who has harmed me. There’s much more to gain
By observing life lessons that others must face.
Most mindsets and behaviors are altered by choice.

Can We Talk?

Need to Communicate

Interruption of leisure to hear a dear friend
With an issue unsettling offers me the chance
To be warmly receptive and with open mind.
If indeed there is reason for not being kind
Then myself I’ll examine. My life is a dance
Intermittently graceful as I comprehend.

Within me enough empathy rightly aroused
To the point of compassion need not prove a thing.
My eternal existence is all that is felt.
From a personal standpoint sometimes I am dealt
What is most beneficial and life fulfilling.
As a mate to oneself one is firstly espoused.

Should I showcase my prowess at lending an ear
To someone needing comfort and human support?
I shall honor their crisis as I would do mine.
We’re all in life together. There’s but a thin line
Between self and another. I cut myself short
Of the ultimate peace that the spirit holds dear.

To communicate clearly, words must be precise
In the everyday business of getting things done.
But a different meaning is sought when we speak
From a deep desperation. Connection we seek
With another conceiver or at least someone
Who can perfectly mimic one. Would that suffice?

Goddess Pee Tea

Exotic Devotion

In the realm of The Goddess no human resides
Unless washed by the waters of infinite grace
Whereupon they become saturated in love.
They return to the earth plane in dampness thereof
To proclaim their allegiance and keep a straight face
Among those who, in dryness, avoid loving tides.

Giving guidance to mankind is nature’s last call
To the race in a rat race to spring its own trap
By devices most cheesy with dankness of smell
Like the one that’s maintained for the waste water well.
We’d eliminate dryness if we gave a crap
For magnificent moisture for one and for all.

We must get enough water if we’re to survive
And we must have it daily. There’s no other way
For the body to function at its proper peak.
To believe in The Goddess need one be a freak?
Or is that just a side effect meant to display
Her intent to format the internal hard drive?

Drinking pee from The Goddess sounds rather perverse.
Any context imaginable by the one
With no sense of abandon may be hard to see.
The Goddess has no body, so drinking her pee
Is some mystical weirdness extracted from fun
And presented in jest as a cognitive curse.

Where within all the bleakness does one find relief
From the damned daily deluge of drama deranged?
Dark delusions delivered do dampen our days.
Pretty soon we’ll be dancing and giving up praise.
May the power of pussy restore the estranged
Through the magic of wetness in female belief.

Conditioned By Habit

Fast Pased Life

Fast paced living demands a big chunk of the soul.
If it’s crammed in a briefcase, its size becomes small
Bits and pieces of lifetime blown clear from one’s own
Sense of self, and achievement gets way overblown.
Too much haste in one’s habits invites the brick wall
Surely to be encountered in reaching that goal.

I’m somewhat automatic and set in my ways
But my wavelength is greater as I come of age.
No longer in the rat race, I wear not a tie.
I’m no longer a slave that some outfit may buy.
I attend to my business at home in my cage
In a state of fulfillment through most of my days.

The more noble obsessions are those where the heart
Slows the passage of time so that more can bee seen
Of the good, bad, and ugly deeds willfully done
While alive on the planet. I bow to no one
But in deepest humility, in my routine
Is a prayer giving thanks that I play but a part.

I’m conditioned by habit as most people are.
We are creatures of such as has often been said.
And with moods and emotions, the fearful ego
Needs too much damned attention. This just goes to show
That, Conditioned By Habit, all will end up dead
For the sheer stress of living is none but bizarre.

Social And Professional Standing

The Horizontal Ladder

We rejoice when we see there’s a viable team
Who will work with integrity. Virtue Is Strength!
The psychotic reality now steps aside
For the best of our nature to take on with pride
Cleaning up the disaster. So now, to what length
Will the evil one stoop to secure his regime?

Minions quake in their britches as truth filters in
And with slowness sufficient to ruthlessly clear
All the webs of corruption and moral deceit
That their souls had collected. Their coming defeat
Arouses celebration. Street dancing and cheer
In great magnitude worldwide bursts forth from within.

 I believe in real people – not pumped up balloons
That are pampered in privilege and without soul
Nor connection to objective reality.
Reputations of humans may be weaponry
But they beat those of plastic with greed as their goal.
My vote cast is, in short, to get rid of buffoons.

Human standing should mean something as it once did
Way back in the ‘before time.’ How near is relief
To hear news about issues of human concern
Rather than who the tyrant has chosen to spurn?
We The People United are firm in belief
That the crime done in private will soon be unhid.

Sensory Maintenance

Fresh Emotional Shift

Personal and subjective concerns override
Everything else. It need not be too difficult
To arrange time together with those of our kin.
Our most sensitive feelings grow from deep within
And exude positive energy. The result
Is a smooth running engine of love amplified.

Systems such as relationships can use a tweak
Frequency of the tuning is never too high.
But to share an adventure is for the old soul
A delightfully bright day. It keeps the heart whole.
For the young one curiosity is the sky.
Bonds remain ever solid. They never grow weak.

Investigative research can be done, one sees,
On what makes a good friendship endure through the years
By those who do behavioral science the best.
Those would be all the doctors. Their views are professed
To define what is normal and that which best clears
Any integral structure of psychic disease.

What all can be accomplished will more than suffice
When it comes to fulfillment in time spent with care
For the ones we most cherish. Much more may be said
But if I keep it up, at some point I’ll drop dead
Since it’s way past my bedtime. So just to be fair
I will end this one here, and I shall not think twice.

The Appropriate Outlet

Emotional Conflict Resolution

Always getting in trouble and blaming it all
On the bad hand dealt to you, you sometimes forget
That your turbulent nature is most commonly
The denominator episodically.
Your behavior in public you often regret.
As an adult you feel that you’re hopeless and small.

Who is this speaking to me? This self knows no one
Who would lay out the truth to me in quite this way.
So perhaps it’s my conscience. That would fall in line
With how I would prefer to be – sane and benign
With who all I encounter in each brand new day.
I reflect the archetype of the bastard son.

The serene disposition subconscious in me
Is not calling the shots, and this should be the case.
With my conscious decisions I have some control
But when passion erupts from the depths of my soul
I become too impatient with my human race
And this self, made inclusive, would rather not be.

The Appropriate Outlet is limp to be found
In the objective everyday world. My release
Is in knowing that one does exist just for those
Who exude creativity but who oppose
Existential confinement. I may find my peace
Through the guidance of spirit which is the most sound.

Thinking Compulsively

Locked Into Focused Attention

If the mind can be opened can it then be locked
So that thoughts in its chamber can find no escape?
If confined in this manner how does on behave?
Does one look for another one’s mind to deprave?
Does one need but a mind to perform mental rape
Because evil is too much fun not to concoct?

I’m obsessed with ideas and preoccupied
With interrogating everything that I know.
What I don’t know is questionable just as well.
I would hope there is worth in what I think and tell.
My mind is more than open. That’s why the words flow
Like the falls of Niagara. I’m rather wide.

It may border on nonsense. The things that I say
Have their own kind of meaning. But meaning, as such,
Has its way of opposing itself in the mind
Due to its fickle nature. Therefore I’m resigned
To not being disabled nor soft to the touch.
Inasmuch as there’s some hurt I’ll get through my day.

Tending to my suspicions of all that exists
And of much of what does not is fair exercise
For the mind in the mundane and madly mainstream.
I’m aware from the git go that life is no dream.
It takes not a disaster to open my eyes
To the reality that compulsion enlists.

Taking The Initiative

Acting On The Decision

Is there something to do while I’m here having fun
With a whole mess of others? Then let it be shown
So at least I’ll consider the choice I should make.
It may take me some time because I’m not awake
In this dream park theater into which I’m thrown.
Tell me when my evolving is truly begun.

People’s efforts can influence how I behave.
I need not pay attention to most social cues.
I am mob-like in essence. I follow the crowd
Even if they do things that do not make me proud.
Self-assured, I have no self nor soul left to lose.
I will seek out a leader who thinks I’m a slave.

This may be what I want. For myself I can’t speak.
Give me input from others so I can relax
In the comfort of ignorance. I like beer too.
If a justice admits that to not just a few
Then it must be important for me not to tax
Myself with any virtue. Indeed I’ll stay weak.

Confidence in my courage is what I require.
I can’t get that from others. Is this making sense?
If it is, take your freedom to know who you are
On the path of becoming your own shining star.
Life is for entertainment, but at whose expense?
All it takes is believing you can self-inspire.

Immersed In Empathy

Emotional Dream World

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

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

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

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

Personal Interchange

Digital Humanity

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

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

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

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

Therapeutic Withdrawal

Inward Escape

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

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

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

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

Not All That Obvious

Calm Beyond The Storm

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

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

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

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

Understanding Our Feelings

Easy Articulation of Feeling

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

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

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

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


Your Most Martian Worth

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

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

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

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

A Feeling Reset

Freshness of Positive Emotion

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

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

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

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

Plupiter – Juto Confusion


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

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

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

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

Keep It To Yourself

Inhibition of Emotional Release

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

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

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

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

God’s Image

Beatific Essence

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

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

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

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

Spiritual Energy Burst

Body And Spirit

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

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

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

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


Ominous Forces

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

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

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

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

The Party In Life

Positive Emotional Expression

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

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

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

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

Needless Conflict

Epitome Of Bother

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

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

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

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

Non-Standard Deviation

New Discoveries

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

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

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

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


Leap Of Faith

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

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

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

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

From Deep Below

Digestion of Thought

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

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

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

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

Taking Stock

All That Needs To Be Done

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

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

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

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

Clear Objective

Bright Idea

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

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

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

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

Getting Things Done

Service On The Spot

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

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

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

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

Retying Loose Ends

Mind At Work

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

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

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

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


Gracefulness On The Trail

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

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

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

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

Stimulus Package

Sudden Pleasant Change of Fortune

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

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

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

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


Regaining Control

Who’s all for making changes that offer relief
From the hell that we suffer all due to our greed?
Don’t all answer at once. It’s a hard thing to do.
How much more has to happen before it gets through
To our weakened entranced states? How will we be freed
From the trauma befallen a nation in grief?

Questions do need some answers when lives are at stake
Even though they’re withheld as is so with a scam.
If we’re not meant to find them then we have no hope
And citizenship means that in horror we cope
With a lawless commander who can’t give a damn.
Will it be him or us first who comes wide awake?

Those who line up with evil at some point will fall
Hard and heavy like towers not built to withstand
The bulldozer of justice and popular rule.
The swamp is now a virtual Russian cesspool.
Government reflects not how a thug plays his hand
But how well the top leader will uphold the law.

There’s an art to influence – a science as well
Discerning the intentions of others is part
Of the art when the dealing done behind closed doors
Involves personal payoffs and rumors of wars.
What we need is a miracle or a new start.
In this case, they’re the same. There’s no shame as I tell.

Be Thou One With The Highway!

Vision From The Death Of Night

People say that I’m crazy. But why? Does it show?
Everyone has their own way. I do my own thing.
Be Thou One With The Highway if you think I’m weird.
Among creatures quite like me I’m loved and revered.
What I need my aggressive behavior will bring
And things must happen instantly. I don’t like slow.

Touchy and argumentative describes me well
If in fact you must do that, perverse as you are.
Analyze your behavior before you lash out.
Don’t mistake me for your own confusion and doubt.
Popularity knows not a bright shining star
Who sustains its excitement. No crap do I sell.

Do I need to get physical or in your face?
This mother is inventive but most of my needs
Are conceived during peacetime then birthed at the next.
Nevermore does the real world render me perplexed
As long as my behavior is marked by good deeds.
All must know that my brashness is offered in grace.

Live and let live. Those words I must strive to live by.
Freedom is in the framer where spirit resides.
I appear to be hostile? That’s your point of view.
We all live in a fun house with vision askew.
Within deep rooted fears is where prejudice hides.
Being true is a right that no one can deny.

A Kind Of Romanticism

The Mutating Heart

Where I am in my life becomes clearer to me
When the time for reflection provides the least harm
To my truth fearing ego who wants to hear praise
Even though it’s not warranted. Truthfulness plays
Certain havoc with pride perfumed over with charm.
Is a morbid grotesqueness what I’ve come to be?

Perhaps I’m too idealistic for my good.
We conceive of perfection as not being real
So it’s in the beholder how it is defined.
There may be close examples if I am inclined
To transcend definition and learn how to feel
To maintain my existence in this humanhood.

Intuition remains a reliable tool
To dredge up the emotions that lie on the floor
Of the deep sea of darkness. And through intellect
What is found can be processed. I cannot neglect
The re-reviewing process though it is a chore
And I may end up looking much more like a fool.

I involve the collective in all that I do.
Every resource available equally shared
Is the way of the cosmos. I carry some weight
Because of my free will. It is not due to fate.
What should be done with truth is to let it be aired.
What is not for the many is much for the few.