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Just Live It!

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There is nothing to do with this life but just live.
There’s no sense in recording it for humankind.
Some may like viewing some of what I’m doing here.
I see creatures around me approach without fear
In my mind’s eye where dreams of the heart are refined
And where I realize I have plenty to give.

So, Just Live It, is wise and decisive advice
From oneself to oneself in the moment of truth.
There’s no rule book nor pattern nor Life Coach’s plan
That can guide me like my inner beingness can.
It’s a guidance that keeps me in touch with my youth.
Living free from condition can surely be nice.

I could be in denial that boredom has me
By my thin, short and curly follicular fuzz.
It could be I delight in not starting a fight
When the people around me would think that it’s right
To behave in whatever way everyone does
When in mas misalignment, we still can be free.

There’s A Spider In My Bathtub

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It’s a fact – I can’t tolerate spiders at all.
There’s no way on God’s green earth that I’ll get along
With a creature so ugly with long skinny legs.
It would be no less so if they were but just pegs.
I must kill the poor bastard, and that can’t be wrong.
It’s a lower life form, so that makes it my call.

And this house that I’m in is for me – not for them.
It is mine. By the will of my race it is done.
There’s no sub-human species that will replace me.
If I have to kill all of you black things, you’ll see
That my kind rules this world, and we have just begun
Our world war with all nature by way of mayhem.

I can’t stand to see spiders in my fine white space.
The mere thought of a spider sends chills up my spine.
My unconscious volition says, “Kill them on sight.”
I could rally and gather my kind by torch light.
If I die as I’m killing you, I’ll get the shrine.
I’m superior to you because of my race.

The Human Xenome

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Stop a bit for a rest here. There’s room for just you
And perhaps a few others whose asses fit well
In a seat that is child-wide with arm rests that slant
So that those who would think of reclining can’t.
Will our public park presence continue to smell?
Does the rest of the park think that we are a zoo?

On the other hand, who cares how others may feel?
We do things our own way. Our forefathers said so.
If confederate monuments obstruct the view
Of our moving past hatred, could this be a clue
They should stay there until all who love them will go
To the next life where no one here will hear them squeal?

As we take our last breath in this walk-around dream
We will care least for trinkets of causes and wars.
We will see that our broke bodies and our weak minds
Are of volatile matter wherein no one finds
Any spiritual solace. My witness is yours.
This fine park we partake of is temporal in theme.

Tacit Bits of TID

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Some things done on an average of three times a day
Keep us healthy and happy and fit for the world.
If we don’t do them regularly we grow ill
Then we end up relying on some sort of pill.
Though reactive precautions will leave the mind knurled
As we maintain ourselves well, our lives are of play.

Other things on the average will get people down –
Things like stressing and tripping one’s light right offline.
The good doctor will tell us to not do those things.
Too much trouble and ill health and sorrow it brings.
We ignore their advice often thinking we’re fine.
And when trouble besets us we’re caught with a frown.

 I like stretching my mind out three times in a day
Taking in only good thoughts like fragrant fresh air.
As I breathe them in slowly they reach every cell
Of my blessed bright self who deserves to be well.
Every exhale is to all the flora a prayer
Of communion among all in spirit of play.

I Can’t Get to More from Not Enough

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I cannot get to more from a strong place of lack.
Though both places exist, they’re dimensions apart.
If I’m worried and too often steeped in despair
There is no way in hell I can get over ‘there’
Where the grass is much greener and I feel more smart.
I can’t think that the universe ignores my back.

I can dream about more of something I could own
And I need not be petty. I could dream for all.
Those who will not don’t have to. Enough will partake
In most righteous solutions for harmony’s sake.
I can’t get to a good place by thinking too small.
Where I am right now is the place I must condone.

I must fully accept the place where I am now.
It can’t matter one bit how it happens to be.
The obscured silver lining will glint in the light.
I can get to that better place by feeling right.
The right path will unfold as I decide to see
Life will show me the right way if I but allow.

A Clear and Present Past

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Could the end be much nearer than we had conceived?
Will it come and go quickly to someday return?
History does repeat itself just as our lies
That become bitter truths when oft’ one of us dies.
I know something of hate. I can’t say that I yearn
To feel that way most always. I’d be self-deceived.

It just takes so much energy to fuel a fight
That is destined to drain all my resources fast
As the day I was born with bright light in my eyes.
If that light stood for white, I’d secure my demise.
As the tainted tin soldier commands from the past
His platoon that are present commune by torch light.

I could play that game well. I have seen it before
And I took down good notes that I’d never forget.
But it seems I’ve forgotten them. Ain’t that a shame.
I could ad lib my hatred and beef up the blame.
But I realize my discord will turn to regret
In the long run. I value my peace of mind more.

The More That I Fight It, the Stronger It Gets

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Seems the harder I push against what I don’t want
Then the more I attract the sheer essence of it.
It’s no wonder my eyeballs don’t know what to do
When the sameness of magnetic force does accrue.
It will sap my pure energy if I commit
To whatever is willing and able to taunt.

When I notice some unwanted thing on my path
I am prone to shout ‘NO’ at it. This is alright
Just as long as I engage the Turn of the Cheek.
This is nonsense to some, and it sounds rather weak.
But by turning attention away from the plight
I can easily count on a good aftermath.

My attention to anything is, in effect,
Practicing the vibration of that very thing.
So if it is the bad side, then give it a rest.
Give your thoughts to the good side, and don’t get depressed.
As I practice this method, my true heart will sing.
I’ll attract what is wanted in every respect.

The Weather Girl Thought that the Cameras Weren’t Rolling

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What amazing a profile the Weather Girl has
Whether sunny and bright or wet, cloudy and cold.
It’s a short presentation to tell what will come.
It’s a bit like astrology – nonsense to some.
It’s been said every Weather Girl does as she’s told
But this isn’t quite so if she likes modern jazz.

So what under the sun can a Weather Girl do
That would cause any moron to pucker the snout?
How one digests one’s media is akin to
How one wipes one’s behind when there’s not much to do.
To be entertained fully, we must check things out.
So I go watch the Weather Girl blooper on cue?

Take a chase for a glimpse of those fine body parts.
News is only a peep show. By moment we pay
For a flash of the headline and tons of bull fluff.
It’s astonishing how folks survive on that stuff.
But I’m just an old poet with too much to say.
So thank God for the morons, and God bless the arts.

Dream More, Act Less

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There’s a time to make use of the muscle and bone.
It is when I’ve achieved true alignment with me.
I can best reach that place by daydreaming my way
To creative enlightenment day after day.
As my dreams take on character, I can foresee
Any life I’m creating through focus alone.

When I set aside time to find images of
Only things that are pleasing, I’ll more often be
In alignment and in tune vibrationally
With all things I desire. My spirit is free
To receive all that’s worthy and complements me.
I am free to partake in the spirit of love.

In my space in alignment with what is my source
More inspired ideas are common affair.
I can get help from others with minimal fuss.
I can give up my job as an ornery cuss.
My inspired action leaves me quite aware
I’m extremely productive – a dreaming workhorse.

The Whole World Unfurled

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I’ve come up with The Unified Theory of All!
It’s my life’s work presented to you in a flask.
This elixir is potent for quelling the qualm.
It’s a magical mixture that brings about calm
In the brain that is plagued with no questions to ask.
You will ask them quite well. You will quit thinking small.

It’s a life full of questions. The answers are more
Than the human mind handles in comfort and ease.
I have found all the answers and made them all clear.
Bring your questions to me. I have nothing to fear.
I can see well the forest as well as the trees.
I indulge more in madness than ever before.

You’ve got questions? My answer is clear as a bell.
Just Get Happy, then dullness departs from the mind.
Everyone is a genius. We all are in touch
With the infinite source of intelligence such
That our means of access are uniquely designed.
Life itself is a potion, and we are its spell.

Nothingness Cannot Exist

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All of nothing becomes something when it’s perceived.
So no notion of nothingness makes common sense.
I’m not twitching my whiskers in some wonderland.
Because you have beheld me, I’m set to expand
As a thoughtform to tickle your thirst for suspense.
If I do this quite well, then my goal is achieved.

The ill concept of nothingness comes from the need
For the logical mind to know all that is known.
Science dictates the universe just came to be
From a mass singularity now on a spree
Of creating more somethingness all on its own
Until God only knows when, at increasing speed.

One can speak much of something or nothing at all
Yet they both have a substance more subtle than air.
In the mind of the being created to know
Just a little bit more each day, some thing will grow
To a new understanding no thing can compare.
Nothingness has no meaning except to enthrall.

Oh Drench Me, Dear Life!

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It’s a wonderful life. It is said here and now
In the present as much as it was in the past.
No condition need be so that I can feel good.
I tune in to my spirit as all creatures should.
If I’m playful about things, good feelings will last
For as long as I want them to. I just allow.

Fully Drench Me, dear life. Give me all that you’ve got.
Know my soul is a fragrant sponge thirsting for more
Of your sweet liquid lavishness perfectly pure.
It’s a joy to be living. Of this I am sure.
I am eager to savor what life has in store.
There is much more to praising than what there is not.

Bless the heel that may crush me. No harm can be done.
I am planted on earth but my consciousness dwells
In dimensions that parallel all that exist.
And this form, when it perishes, shouldn’t be missed.
This now moment is mine as it’s ringing my bells.
Life is less about fretting and more about fun.

The Articulomagnetic Outcrymeter

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The Magnetic Outcrymeter made its debut
With the dawn of humanity. It has evolved
To the point now where it can be relied upon
To inform us when faith in our guidance is gone.
It will help us to get any problem resolved.
When we read it correctly, we breathe life anew.

Today’s state of the art model features a way
to express as it measures the feelings in us.
It will send a strong signal from gut to the brain.
When it gets there then we can rejoice or complain.
When we mingle with others, we’re prone to discuss
All the joy and the turmoil that graces our day.

Simple joy is an outcry and strife is as well
Our pop songs and folk drama express this in ways
That enrich our awareness and strengthen our cause.
We concede it’s a universe governed by laws.
We give voice to our feelings throughout all our days.
We’re not meant to keep quiet. Our will is to tell.

All Is Well

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“All is well,” say the ones who are anchored in space
Free above seeming turmoil and climate affair.
From a vantage point vacant of rising degrees
Of innate social tensions that stir like the breeze,
Those who watch our world spinning say none can compare.
And, we cannot do harm to it. There’s too much grace!

“All is well,” say some good books and forces that be
Of a kind who are open to all that is good.
Those who tend to play life as a joyful game
And who hang out with others who do just the same
Are the ones to whom living is well understood.
I envision my life by how well I can see.

“All is well,” say the babies and children come here
From non-physical beingness. And from that place
They’d put forth their intentions. Their wills did decide
To take on this world fully with eyes open wide
To the truths that the old ones can no longer face.
They have come to teach us how to live without fear.

A Belief Is ONLY A Thought I Continue To Think

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A Belief is a Thought I continue to think.
It is no more complex nor less simple than that.
Every thought that is nurtured and tended to well
Then becomes part and parcel to where feelings dwell.
It’s as If thoughts and feelings are cooked in a vat
To be fed to our souls as a potent life drink.

Someone said, “Thoughts are Things,” and I know that it’s true.
Yet, I could not believe it when first I got word.
How can things that are nothing just up and take form?
Quantum physics is spooky… could this be the norm?
Yet our thoughts do become things. This isn’t absurd.
It’s the same as how stars take form out of the blue.

It makes sense to believe in something from the start.
We are made for believing. Our minds can’t resist.
I believe that this physical world we perceive
Is reality only because we believe.
If we did not, then none of this world would exist.
What is real and not real are not too far apart.

The Square Root of Two

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It’s irrational! That’s the whole reason it’s square.
Also known as two, raised to a stingy one-half,
This root makes no sense. One can check as one sees
Corner nooks seek the measure of ninety degrees.
One can see that it’s true, as it’s easy to graph.
The more normal the roots are, the more they’re like hair.

Ancient Greeks knew of this root and treated it well
With so many damned proofs it can boggle the balls.
Yes, this root is irrational. That can be seen
In its unending pattern subjected to preen.
Should we keep the irrational bound within walls
When the two right above them can party like hell?

Keep a root that is square if it pleases the pants
Off the people you pass in your daily affairs.
If your root is quite rational, you’re good to go.
If it’s perfect, you may want the whole world to know.
That is, though, if the whole world really cares.
It is not a good topic to start a romance.

Hello, My Dear…

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Your Attention, my dear, I am thirty years old.
Though my life had been peachy, I am in distress
As it seems I’ve been cut out of castle life for
My behaving so generously with the poor.
I’ve been put out to pasture and I must confess
That this story of mine has not ever been told.

Yes, my life in the grass is not easy, you see.
All those nearsighted knights with their poles are a threat.
I’d considered I’d bribe them so I’d graze in peace
But the bastards can’t see well and they are obese.
That I’m thin is a good thing. I’m willing to bet
That my fortune is safe while it’s stashed up a tree.

But I cannot survive in the woods very long.
And my dainty voice beacons your unanswered call.
You will get compensation for helping me out.
I am talking Big Moolah. That’s what I’m about.
All you need do is send me your fortune – that’s all.
It’s the kindest of worlds where we all get along.

Poetry Is a Higher-Level Language

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As if FORTRAN and COBOL existed today
And throughout all of history since time began,
We’re accustomed to language’s elegant ways
Of evoking emotions like disgust or praise.
We’ve been managed by our words throughout our lifespan.
Our behaviors are coded verbal interplay.

And, my job as a poet is not to bore you
With the same old ‘straight talk’ as our normal discourse.
Life is Deeper and Wider and Taller than speech.
Poetry disassembles for subtler reach.
I must bypass the mundane and go for the Source.
So, my work is Communion. I think yours is too.

Well along on life’s journey by now I’m amazed
Still at how words have sculpted our worst and our best
Of behaviors. I seldom find reason to fret
That I might lose The Poet. That’s not a real threat.
I shall keep my programming skills sharp like the rest
Of humanity’s word nerds who love when they’re praised.

Most Certain of Uncertainty

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It’s the biggest of questions that boggle the mind
Of the one on a quest to know most everything.
Does the fabric of space/time’s near infinite slope
Offer deep understanding or spiritual hope?
If our questioning questing does yield anything
Could our race as a whole be more loving inclined?

It’s a sea of uncertainty, constant as change.
The wild geese that are chased change their form on the wing.
It’s the bright shiny object – a clue to a clue
To the brick and the mortar that make up our zoo.
If we gained that much detail could that somehow bring
Us to better enlightenment? Does this sound strange?

I am certain that change is a constant affair.
Sub-atomic existences prove this all day
As they come and go often in minutest time.
They have laws of their own and cannot commit crime.
They define our existence yet lead us astray.
Would it be a trip if they responded to prayer?

How I Feel Today Determines My Tomorrow

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If I’m feeling like crap today, that isn’t fair
To myself nor to anyone else in my world.
It’s my business to make sure that I clearly see
I must work on aligning my real self with me.
Every day is a blessing. I am never hurled
Into turmoil, indeed, with my focus elsewhere.

I must start by believing that things do work out
In a matter of time with no effort from me.
As I shift my attention from what is at hand
I can re-script today to be as I had planned.
With my mind in the right place, it’s easy to be
In alignment with self and resistant to doubt.

Self-awareness is virtue. It’s my saving grace.
And because it is mine, it is yours just the same.
If I should encounter you on my best days
My true brilliance could lift you. My love should amaze.
That does seem a bit lofty, but life is a game.
When I go for the high stakes, I fly like an ace.

I Am In Control of This Dream

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Things will seem as they seem. I’ve control of this dream.
There is not a thing in it that I cannot know.
Were I blind, I would know that the dream still exists.
All the space, time and substance within it consists
Of my own psychic energy pumped for a show.
Life’s a spiritual quest through a physical stream.

If I raise my left arm, I think others can too
But they’re not mine to witness. I imagine it.
And if I can imagine that my world is real
Everyone in my world has something to reveal
Though that thing be forthcoming, it’s oft’ not a fit
To what I may have conjured well in spite of you.

Everyone is in my dream as I am in theirs.
Every sense of reality can be compared
To the fine feathered flock who are as one in flight.
Every fowl of humanity weathers this night.
As this sleep waxes lucid with consciousness dared
This Great Dream becomes hopeful as everyone shares.

Pussy 4 Less

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What’s a fellow to do when he’s out for a screw
And the merchandise mingling is too highly priced?
Could one go undercover and act like a hoe
Then transfigure among them before they could know
That the fee they demand often feels like a heist?
Men should stand up and shout! That’s what righteous men do.

When I want some quick ass, I am prone to bypass
All the bullshit and trickery romance can yield.
Give me meat on the fly. I’m a fast-moving guy.
I will have my quick nookie – I will, do or die!
But I won’t pay a fortune to be aptly healed
Of my spurious passions that lead to impasse.

Bumping Ugly with someone you know can be fun.
There’s no payment involved but the time that it takes
To develop a nurturing, loving rapport.
But, like top brow tycoons, poor dudes want nothing more
Than some convenient action without the high stakes
As the threat of inflation affects everyone.

Will You Be Ready When the Moment Gets Romantic?

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Do you feel Springtime Fresh when the bleeding time comes?
Is your FICA score less than abysmal these days?
Do those stubborn cum stains on your sheets make you cry?
Do you curse at your neighbors and wish they’d all die?
Do not worry your nuts off. The world has its ways
Of addressing most symptoms through beats of its drums.

Dirty rings around collars and in toilet bowls
Is a menace this brave world could well do without.
When the air in life’s bedroom becomes hot and stale
There is always the sports channel. Life does prevail.
Does your body lie turning and tossing about
Through the night due to fear for the fate of our souls?

Leave that chewing gum off the bed post for tonight.
The dickhead who first thought of that ought to be shot.
That is, if he is living – if not, then reborn
That his germy ideas be subject to scorn.
Does your backbone betray you when you cop a squat?
Take a pain pill. Then everything will be alright.

YOUR PAYMENT !!

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Yo, GET BACK TO ME ASAP, you ignorant fool!
I’ve been sending you emails for weeks! Are you there?
I’m obliged to know why you’ve not contacted me.
We have nine point nine million that you’ll never see
Unless you reply promptly. I don’t want to swear,
But a fish that’s not biting is way less than cool.

I am Miss Mildred Stenchfinch, Ambassador to
The Nigerian Designate in charge of wills.
Someone has kicked the bucket and left you a load.
Don’t you want to grab hold of this fortune you’re owed?
You could use it to jerk off, then pay all your bills.
I am looking for someone dull headed to screw.

Now, you are a fine one, but you’ve got to respond.
Lord knows fucking with people is diligent work.
So, Get Back To Me, dimwit. Indulge in my scheme.
Getting tons of free cash should be every fool’s dream.
Please respond to me, dear. I am not one to irk.
We are quite busy here with much wealth to abscond.

Can I Trust You.. ??

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Heartfelt Greetings, Dear Sir/Madam, Bless You This Day!
It’s my pleasure and great honor to contact you.
I implore you to take the time to read this well.
You’ll determine my fate – whether heaven or hell.
If you’re skeptical, I understand. I am too.
I have much less to do than who I must portray.

I am Engineer Ruhullah Zafer Hadid
From the Syrian Arab Republic of Pause.
And apart from your being quite rightly surprised,
Know my gratefulness cannot be over disguised.
I was Finance Consultant; the key word is ‘was.’
Now I’m rich beyond measure, yet mine isn’t greed.

I am seeking your help to dispense you some wealth.
It is quite a large sum. I must give it away
To some fine, trusted moron. I hope this is you.
There’s no future in begging, so this gig is new.
Do get back to me soon. ISIS may ruin my day.
Surely that would be bad for your financial health.

 

Attention Beneficiary

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May the peace of the savior be with you, my dear.
I am sure that this message arrives at a time
You’re surprised at its coming to reach you just now.
I’m the Financial Minister of the Cash Cow
That is on loan from India. There’s been no crime.
If you want your jackpot, come and get it right here.

As the Central Bank Barrister, I speak to you
As the in-between nitwit in charge of your case.
Since the usual asshole has run out of steam
I have taken his place so things stay as they seem.
So, get back to me, sweetheart. I’d love to embrace
Every part of your bank account leaving no clue.

Our own Chief Representative Bereavement Bro
Has been crying his heart out on behalf of you.
There’s an ATM card being held in your care.
But in order to get it, you need not beware.
We just need lots more info. Please send it all to
Our Head Phishing Headquarters whose friend is your foe.

Aftermath

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Aftermath there is physics; for some, it’s fine arts.
All our children are taught they’ve some measure of choice
In whatever they chose to learn or hope to be.
We could leave them alone. That’s the best way to see
Children’s true heart’s desires expressed in their voice.
If we let them be free, that is where genius starts.

Aftermath is a concept just like math alone.
It’s abstract and concrete all at once anytime
It is used or is studied by scholars worldwide
Who make use of its usefulness with certain pride.
Surely math as a concept to some is sublime
Because well it does model most things that are known.

Aftermath there’s the matter of reaching high goals.
When there’s stiff competition, the pressure gets tough.
Aftermath third world countries’ kids put ours to shame.
Should some think tank take notice? Should someone cast blame?
It’s a myth that our kids are not doing enough.
They will fashion their own world and also their roles.

When To Fondle Your Lug Nuts Is Not Mine To Know

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It may be that your lug nuts are hot to the touch.
If this happens too often, then it’s a sure sign
That there’s too much heat passed to them through those brake shoes.
So, lay off that break petal, friend, you’re bound to lose.
But if that’s not the problem, you might be just fine.
Though, it could be the tranny or maybe the clutch.

Say you don’t have a stick shift? Then don’t mind my last.
You may think that I’m guessing, but that’s not the truth.
If those lug nuts are hot, you might give this a try –
Throw some cold water on them. They could be just shy
As they’re caught greasy-threaded by such a hand sleuth
Who is keen to take notice to heat they’ve amassed.

Don’t sneak up on your lug nuts as they do their thing.
I don’t think you would like it were that done to you.
Lug Nuts do have some sense of whenever they’re felt.
Just remind them you care for them. They’ve never dealt
With someone who will feel them just out of the blue.
Do those lug nuts a flavor. Let them have their fling.

A Brim and Lucid Catatonia

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Derelict is the course that world powers could take
To resolve its own problems despite common sense.
There’s a heat wave this summer through much of the land.
With a tyrant in office, hell seems rather bland.
It’s a sick world that needs megatons of defense.
All in all, they would give our fine earth a remake.

Since the changing of office, we’ve lost all respect
For most folks in positions that formerly meant
They were safe from abuse by the power that be.
Now, the souls of good servants are trashed by decree.
Times can surely get hot as we make our descent
Through a bottomless pit with no soul to protect.

That’s a fairly bleak picture seen only through eyes
Who are not in connection with their healing heart.
There’s a world that is out there. It is what it does
By its acts that are current and come from what was.
My world and the ‘real’ world are lightyears apart.
I cannot be affected. My heart rarely cries.

Let’s Connect!

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When the mood switches on, there’s more pole for the throw
And the course of source energy takes a new path.
There’s a circuitry present in all living things
That does light up the life and tug at the heart strings.
One will skip the old shower and opt for a bath.
When one’s energized fully, the World Can’t Not Know!

If Don Juan had placed focus on apple tree seeds
He’d have taken to sciences – not to the arts.
There would be fewer stories prepared just for those
Who delight in exciting, provocative prose.
The strong call from the heat source is where it all starts.
We are elegant means for fulfilling our needs.

When connecting is fun, then new life has begun.
There’s a joy that is present and lasts for a while.
Any while can be short or it can be quite long
But whatever the length, it can’t do the heart wrong…
That is if we have managed our free-flowing style.
Our most electric feelings are second to none.

The Most Practiced Path Is the Path of Least Resistance

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As I wobble alone on my well driven road
Often I am amazed at how far I can go.
What with obstacles present that I have placed there
I do tend to run over them in much despair.
Since I’ve travelled it many times, I should well know
That because they are there, my life journey is slowed.

But I do this through habit. At first it was hard
To maneuver through rubbish I’d placed in my way.
But through practice and effort, I push right on through.
It is odd that I think this is what I must do.
A hard path that’s made easy by toil through the day
Is a wound that re-heals itself as it is scarred.

Mere electrons don’t even go for the hard route.
They will find the best path that will lead them to source.
All the forces in nature obey common sense.
It would follow that I would do well to commence
Finding new paths through freedom my soul can endorse.
I embellish my journey through life’s hanging fruit.

Anapestic Tetrameter

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I’m a Poet!  Do Know It… or don’t – I don’t mind.
That’s your God Given business. Mine is to ensure
That I make myself known through most elegant verse.
I would call that poetic. You may call it worse.
But that doesn’t deter me. My motive is pure.
I will teach you what you see here, since I am kind.

So first off, there is meter, to cadence each line
With four groups of three syllables carefully placed.
Each small group of three syllables is called a foot.
And this foot is an Anapest. Sometimes they’re put
In a neat foursome link with no syllabic waste.
Tetra-metric an Anapest makes my line shine.

Anapestic Tetrameter – That’s what this is!
There’s no sense in my proving it. Look With Your Eyes.
Were I black and a rapper, I would be well known.
But I’m black and a Poet; I go it alone.
As my talent may come, to some, as a surprise,
I do hope you’re well-schooled with no need for a quiz.

The Dick Whisperer

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Only music can soothe the wild arrogant beast
As it rises, though basketed in nature’s weave.
There’s no mind in the toilet, here. I speak with grace.
And I wouldn’t be caught with such egg on my face.
There are blatant life substances that we perceive
Also subtler energies we know the least.

When the dance that goes on, as the music is played,
Does approach living rigor, the stage is well set.
The dance, having triggered an elegant trance,
May program men for anything – even romance.
With dick under control, it then poses no threat.
The strong will becomes languid. Response is delayed.

It requires a skilled one to play music well.
No matter of fact out ranks this simple one.
One’s control of the beast must be constant and sharp.
If not careful, one could end up playing the harp.
This is The Dick Whisperer’s idea of fun.
For the beast, though, it could be a version of hell.

We Are All Being Played

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This matrix, indeed, is a video game,
And we are all players who are ourselves played.
Every particle known within parts that are mixed
Leaves most men in a state where their minds are transfixed
On the question. That’s why our success is delayed.
Our perceiving and knowing are one and the same.

What is outside this game, then, if all this is true?
Does some One entity have control of us all?
I believe that all consciousness is a great sea
And within it all, there becomes you – also me.
Consciousness will transform when it answers that call
But it can’t be undone or created on cue.

So, this Great Sea of Being – the souls of us all
Who have cycled life’s circuitry throughout its build,
Are in consort to see that we play our game well.
When we listen, we’re open to what they will tell
Of the bliss that can happen when life is fulfilled.
They don’t play us against us. That would be our call.

Don’t Band Aid Your ‘Check Engine’ Light

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Don’t abandon your stark raving “check engine” light.
It is there to inform you that something’s gone wrong.
If you do not take care of the issue at hand
There’s a chance that your journey will not go as planned.
You’ll be stuck on the highway and with a sad song.
So do mind your reminder. It knows what is right.

Our guts are our engines. They burn refined fuel.
They’re immersed in a mettle of well-tempered will.
They embellish our movement. The have a keen sense.
They will tell us what’s wrong with us at no expense.
If we simply ignore them, we risk a standstill
Of our lives moving forward in constant renewal.

If alone on the highway, pull off to the side.
Take a breath of fresh air and pop open the hood.
Check to see if that engine has all that it needs
To transport you in safety and at ample speeds.
Take the time to attend to things you know you should.
If you make that your habit, then life’s a smooth ride.

If In Doubt, Piss On It!

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Now, it wouldn’t make sense if I pissed on a bone.
Always through it, I say, is the best way to go.
Do I have enough left to complete all my rounds?
I’ve got piss on the trigger, and it knows no bounds.
I seek out the un-christened. That’s all that I know.
I’m a casual pisser with skills I could hone.

I can piss. I can sniff. I can dissect the air
With my neural net nostrils that suck up the scent
Of all things that have happened, and creatures gone by.
I must update my ‘wall’ here. The last has gone dry.
I must re-mark the places where time I have spent.
The fine art of good pissing leaves me without care.

I can piss in mid trot and will not miss a spot.
There’s a lot of my pissing I’ll do on the fly.
There isn’t a thing I won’t piss on because
I’m a Master of Whiz. You may bid me applause.
If I piss on your day, there’s no reason to cry.
I’m a dog, for darned sakes, and I just piss a lot!

Limited Resources

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Resources are sources that re-come-to-be
So the two words fit oddly when placed side by side.
The term ‘limited resources’ reeks of the mind
That is laden with lack of the litigious kind.
Give your lack to your Source. Indeed, do it with pride.
What the human eye sees, your Source never would see.

One can resource resourcefulness streaming from Source
And, of course, it’s a matter of faith of the heart.
When the heart is wide open, all good things will flow
And your Source is quite willing, one should ought to know.
Source is The Master Maker you cannot outsmart.
It’s the knowing and loving benevolent force.

Keep the mind on abundance. That’s easy enough.
There is wealth in each morsel of life through our day.
Keep reminding yourself things will always work out.
There is nothing worth fearing and fussing about.
Your Source as your guide cannot lead you astray.
It is always available when times get tough.

It Is NOT My Work To Convince You

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Source is no high-level marketing scheme
Where abundance below goes to one at the top.
Life is not a game plan on a dry erase board
Where the product and business become Holy Lord
And the bright billboard face is the mask one can’t drop
Because when it does happen, it’s bad for the team.

It is not my work to convince you of things.
I enjoy all the freedom of letting you live.
Everyone has one’s game plan yet all are one team.
It’s a wake-up call when things are not as they seem.
We have total access to all life can give.
Whatever we ask for, Source certainly brings.

I can make my decisions about what I want
And set out to create my own experience.
I allow all my fellows to do just the same.
Life’s a wonderful journey as well as a game.
And to try to convince you just doesn’t make sense.
Life’s vacation from somethingness is a cool jaunt.

I Want To Feel Good

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I Want to Feel Good. That is all that I want.
I don’t need someone’s company or constant gaze.
Since I know what I want, it is easy to be
In alignment with Source so that others can see
I’ve no promise to keep nor some crowd to amaze.
I have no relation to faces that taunt.

If I don’t want to feel what I often times feel
I must keep my mind focused – not idle and prone
To the lure of catastrophe packaged to tell
Of the stories and deeds of those living in hell.
I have no need to know what I’ve already known.
There’s no difference between what I want and what’s real.

For Today, no matter where I want to go,
Nor what I am doing nor with whom it’s done,
The intent I hold dominant is to be free
To discover what brings the most pleasure to me.
We each have our choicest ideas of what’s fun.
As I see what I’m looking for, my Source will flow.

I Inhibit No One

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That thing I’ve been chasing since my whole life long
Is what keeps my heart pumping and drinking fresh air.
But I should take a break every once in a while.
To be caught looking stupid is not quite my style.
That bird can keep flipping while I sit and stare.
We each write our own play and we sing our own song.

I inhibit no one. It’s not fair to do so
And by law I can’t do that unless I’m allowed.
I alone am the master of my desert path.
I can’t see what I’m after deserving my wrath.
If I put forth much effort, I’m left in a cloud
And with dust all around me, I’ve no place to go.

If I find harmony with the thing that I want
My strong desire cannot prevent me from such.
And I cannot inhibit what others may do.
It’s a Law of the Universe – not just a clue
That each being is blessed with God’s loving touch.
This love is spread evenly for all to flaunt.

Have I Shut the Hell Up?

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I’ve climbed out of The Hell with its hot iron gate.
It’s a good thing I closed it by using a tool.
It has clunked into place. I have used a padlock
To make sure it’s secure so no demons can flock.
If some hag blocked my locking, that wouldn’t be cool.
I high tailed it out before it was too late.

I was caught way off guard by a Surgical Stare
From a butcher… or black woman. Both act the same.
Why I didn’t speak up as I should have, right then
Is a matter of shock. I’m not comfortable when
My surroundings will cause me to cower in shame.
All that hell is behind me. I really don’t care.

Like the FBI soldier let go with poor tact
I’m the Deer in the Headlights. Susceptible to
Silent Outbursts of Disgust that can’t be defined,
I am best to ignore them and keep my bright mind
Sharply focused on good things for days just a few.
I can wade through most contrast with my soul intact.

The Ethics of Ocular Warfare

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One had unleashed an Ocular mojo on me…
No. I did it myself! It’s not right to cast blame.
If I see people’s faces as weapons, it seems
Quite that I’ve grown accustomed to destructive memes.
It’s a shame eyes outside me can put me to shame.
But they don’t! It’s my damned self that I cannot see.

The eyes are mass weapons of warfare these days
As they are throughout history’s eye tapestry.
Group consensus determines how weapons are fired.
Lone among body language, they’re never retired.
Though the mind can’t be read, there are those who agree
That it shouldn’t be.    Privacy is a safe haze.

One can feather that trigger to see what the hell…
Or ignore it and go about one’s busy day.
It’s a choice I can live for – not die for, for now.
How Now is the focus for this sick brown cow.
Rolling Eyes is a barrel of laughs, I can say
Now that I’ve been released from my own hatred spell.

Happy Threeth!

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Happy Threeth! What a third day of julie this year!
It begins with some fresh rain to loosen the slime
Of the breadth of humanity from the day past.
Wash away all the sick news and rancid forecast.
How about a New World Flood? I think that it’s time
For this Plague of Humanity to disappear.

Keep the ground nice and soggy… the air thick and damp
So a respite is forced on the kids for a day.
Why we simulate ordnance I understand.
It’s a species-wide death wish by nature’s demand.
Mother earth wants to excrete and flush it away.
She dislikes that her children treat her like a tramp.

Happy Threeth! It’s a pre-day for havoc untamed
In the streets – everywhere with bombs bursting in air.
It’s as festive a carnival cruise shipman’s show
As the prancing and drinking that goes on below.
On the whole, it’s a good thing. This life is a fair.
I do celebrate contrast and will not be blamed.

I Can’t Find What I Believe Is Lost

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Where the hell did it go? It was just in my hands!
Lord, I know I’m not dreaming. Have I a mind still?
I laid the thing down somewhere. Now it is gone.
I have searched every crevasse from dusk until dawn.
When I’m baffled, I just can’t believe in free will.
It has been teleported to faraway lands.

I’m caught up in the frenzy of thinking it’s lost
So my effort is frantic with focus unclear.
I keep searching in circles nonsensically so.
Where that thing disappeared to, I simply don’t know.
That I haven’t found it fandangles my fear.
I would vacate this Twilight Zone at any cost.

But the price isn’t heavy. In fact, it’s quite low.
What I must do is believe it’s not lost.
By releasing all tension and struggle, I will
In effect find what’s missing, and then what a thrill!
And through the ordeal my dear mood won’t be tossed.
I can find what is not lost since time long ago.

First, I Seek Joy, Then All Else Follows

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I look for joy first, then I let life evolve.
I am childlike in playing as little ones do.
I’m pure, loving free spirit devoid of shroud.
I take time for just dancing and laughing out loud.
There is time to partake of whatever is new.
Life’s an eternal mystery I need not solve.

My brisk feeling of joy indicates loud and strong
That I am well connected to my inner being.
It is a sound method wherein I’m aware
Of my own source of guidance as subtle as prayer.
It’s a limited world when believing is seeing.
My faith is intact so my life can’t go wrong.

I am hooked into Source when I revel in fun.
It’s the only alignment I could ever need.
It can soothe back to health my sick body and mind.
Where there’s room for refinement, the heart becomes kind.
My pleasure is all that I need to succeed
And my trek through eternity has just begun.

Contrast Puts the Tern In Eternity

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A life speckled with contrast… That’s nature’s way.
We arrive in this world weak and helpless… and wet.
The sole reason for toiling is moving life on
And for rest and revival from dusk until dawn.
How I deal with my contrast is how I beget
The outcome that will guide me the rest of my day.

I enjoy my contrast. Its value is seen
In the newfound desire it stirs within me.
This wanting is personal in every way.
In my joyous survival I’m not led astray.
My desire is answered by Source Energy
Whose wisdom is infinite, loving and keen.

Thus, expansion is glorious. This I know well.
The whole universe grows just because I exist.
Every creature’s desires are fed to this Source.
Sometimes nature demands just a bit of brute force.
The harsh aspects of contrast are duly dismissed
When in proper alignment my wanting does dwell.

Analog Reality

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There’s a kind of reality perceived today
That is quickly diminishing as do all things.
It is somewhat solid and occupies space.
We observe this reality as most commonplace.
But within such an earthy world, boredom oft’ brings
Fresh new forms of reality. That’s just our way.

I like actual contact with folks face to face.
I’m not good with Facebook nor acting the bird.
If it were called Nosebook or Assbook I’d see
People seeing it closer to reality.
Yet whose way is realer? No way is absurd.
I prefer sound relations and heartfelt embrace.

My eyes are my goggles. The game’s in my mind
And in everyone else’s, the analog way.
When I want to swim, I dive into the creek.
There’s no game controller that I need to seek.
I am sure this reality can make my day
As I focus on worlds that don’t leave me behind.

Steak Bony Blue

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Bow-wowful the canine who’s steak bony blue
When I’m left with a play thing instead of some meat.
When humans want grub they don’t gnaw on some toy.
They have all kinds of meat that they cook and enjoy.
I am not a proud dog. I will dance for a treat.
I could steal for a meal before anyone knew.

I will beg and act silly ‘til blue in the face.
If my fellow dogs saw me, I’d surely turn red.
But it’s worth it to get a good bone I can chew.
I hang out for a handout from the barbecue.
My work isn’t hard, though. Indeed, I’m well fed.
I like keeping a few bones in my hiding place.

Would you condone a dog with a steak bone?
Never mind how you answer. Just see it my way.
I’d enjoy a thick porterhouse hot off the grill.
I would bark, “Alleluia,” if that be your will.
You people-folk stuff your fat faces all day!
The least you could do is to not piss and moan.

I Walk My Own Path Toward Joy

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I choose my unique path. No one else does for me.
I must walk it alone if I am to find joy.
No one else can create my existence but me.
My path is my guidance. That’s how it must be.
There’s no will but my own that I need to employ
To partake of my trek. I must set others free.

No one can control where I direct my thought
Nor can I control others whose thoughts I can’t know.
There’s a buffer of privacy always in place.
If I knew others’ thoughts, I’d be up in their face.
If I walk someone else’s path how would I grow?
It’s my own way to joy – no other’s is sought.

On my pathway to happiness I find all ways
To delight and excite myself forthright and free.
I can be, do or have anything that I want.
I don’t have to be cocky. There’s nothing to flaunt.
There is much to enjoy in just letting life be.
Being mindful of my path enhances my days.

Universal Law Is My Friend

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That which is like me, I surely attract.
This is so for all beings whoever they be.
It is true of the single-celled beast that’s unseen.
It is true of the human with intellect keen.
The fine Laws of this Universe bring things to me.
All I need do is observe how I act.

I create what I live, with each thought that I think.
The Law says more thoughts that are like it will come.
Every thought ever thought still exists on its own –
Even thoughts that most people would never condone.
They swirl about, yet they’re attracted by some
Whose alignment with true self is way out of sync.

Throughout all the universe, Law of Attraction
Dictates every circumstance that can unfold.
I attract what I think about, wanted or not.
This simple life mantra should not be forgot!
It persuades me toward good life and treasures untold.
These Laws that behold me are sheer benefaction.