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The Importance Of Forgiveness

The Eternal Need For Balance

Looking over the ages of our history,
The degrees of unconsciousness clearly are seen.
I reflect the asleep state. It takes over me.
If I lose it completely those I know will see
But an arrogant ego who’s troubled and mean.
Energy patterns similar are by decree.

Karmic Law is unbreakable as it is made
Through deeds done while sleep acting or in awareness
Of the essence of Being. How can I complain
Of the actions of others I know are insane
When my own ill behavior, I humbly confess,
Is too much in alignment with my own crusade?

In the act of forgiving, compassion is shown.
Recognition of ignorance is the release
Of the need to seek justice. What takes care of that
Is their own karmic drama engrossed in combat
With themselves and their enemies. I will know peace
In unfettered observance while poised to atone.

“Please forgive them for they know not what harm they do…”
Is the message eternal to all humankind.

Suffering is an option that I need not take.
I ensure that by becoming fully awake
To the ill state we’re all in because of the mind
Recreating fresh turmoil from out of the blue.

Growing In Presence Together

The Moment of Co-Creation

With spiritual guidance comes many a test
To the union of presence in full awareness
Of the bond made between them and others they know.
Interaction among them can help all to grow
In the light of alignment. The love they express
Is a viral infection at nature’s behest.

We emit certain energies, not of the mind,
But of how we are feeling and what we may need.
This strong field is an aura that others perceive
At the gut and heart levels. It cannot deceive
The intuitive process performed at light speed.
It’s a feature included with all humankind.

Questions simple and complex both have one answer.
Disidentification with the ego’s thoughts
That confuse the reception of wholesome advice
From one’s own inner being can be only nice.
Awareness is the presence that keeps giving lots.
That it spread through humanity I would prefer.

We are each other’s teachers for worse or better.
Destructive is the energy people release
Who have not been awakened. Unconscious is life
Through the mind’s ill abstractions that generate strife
For the innocent spirit. It does deserve peace
So that healing and growth continues to occur.

The Gift Of Presence

The Joy of Opening the Self

From a night not quite silent into the new day
Still a part of this earth realm, the gift I must share
With myself and with others is my being here.
Unlike where we all came from, this schoolhouse of fear
Offers difficult lessons, often of despair
Yet by free will all have something merry to say.

We need one day to say it. Perhaps many more
Scattered throughout the whole year might keep hate at bay.
Knowing that’s wishful thinking, better the ideal
Than the negative nature that can make me feel
Ill at ease as I live, I’m encouraged to pray
That I first know who I am right down to the core.

Many packages, some tied with fancy red bows,
And some rather plain looking, are inside of me.
I know not where they came from, so it’s a surprise
That I’m able to find them despite their disguise
As past failures and troubles. Today I can see
That my presence is one thing the universe knows.

Knowing that there is presence in all that exists
Here on earth and in heaven does make it worthwhile.
I can learn to be kinder from that peaceful place.
Most the world for one day is receptive to grace,
A new vision of hope, and a reason to smile.
It is only the ego that strongly resists.

The Roots Of Anger

On the Horizon of Hate

There’s a root to my anger. When it cripples me,
I’ve but one of two choices. The wrong one results
In destructive behavior and harm to my health.
Like three ships into sunset accustomed to stealth
On the stillness of sea, the intention insults
Who I am at my best. Disturbed I mustn’t be.

Once I know where those roots are, I can overcome
How they feed through their festering into my peace.
Until then, I’m a loose cannon and a time bomb
Who may do harm to self or others without qualm.
So to heal and get past things, it’s best to release
Energy that is toxic and makes the heart numb.

The process of the healing begins with reaching
From oppressed to oppressor to let it be known
That the bad perpetrated has done the one harm,
And that one does one’s best with intent to disarm.
Asking help from the other will help both atone.
In the final analysis, it’s no big thing.

But it isn’t that way always. Deep rooted hate
Along gender and racial lines practiced worldwide
Passed down through generations is most powerful
And complex as the dickens, therefore it is bull.
Suffering is not mindful and can’t be a guide
In transforming my anger by what I create.

A Cut Through The Chase

A Reawakening to 'The Dream'

Is the chasing of wild geese more right than the tame?
What the mind will run after without a real goal
Is its own misperceptions that grow out of fear
That the ways of seclusion may soon disappear.
With no sense of direction they need the control
Of an arrogant leader who knows not of shame.

It is through repetition the con game is played.
In most rapid succession the lies that are spewed
Are the same, yet each has an ill-fated effect
On those ones of us programmed to withhold respect
For select populations. The urge to exclude
In the hearts of so many makes children afraid.

Citizens not susceptible happen to be
In a group with one label. In monochrome view,
Some enact their nostalgia for the good old days.
The intense subtle training through pre-adult phase
Melds the mind’s microprocessor for what to do
When they’re called to hate duty spontaneously.

Is the way to cut through this simply to take part
In what I am a part of by natural right?
Does it mean feeling troubled and losing much sleep
Keeping up with the counting of sycophant sheep
Planning ways to do harm to me, and there’s no fight?
What I can do is write more, as it calms my heart.

Awakening From The Self-Talk

The Partner Who Won't Be Quiet

To deny that it’s horrible hurts so much more
Than the act ill attractive. Though wrath have I none,
I have myself to deal with and thoughts of a kind
That consume me in darkness. Where else could I find
But a hint of some reason for what has been done
To the soul of myself whose been through this before?

I must know someone’s speaking. It cannot be me.
I’m the one who observes things when I’m at my best.
But right now, thoughts are fragments that tell the story
That my mind manufactures. Personality
Is the field generated. Its flux is expressed
In behaviors unconscious so that I can’t see.

Stories of personalities of those who I
Know and love, along with those of others I meet
Intertwine and make drama – a drug for the mind
Whose unending dependence is wrongly designed
To create what it needs to. It knows no defeat
But that spark of Awareness that I can apply.

Can I consciously want all my problems to cease?
Somewhere below the consciousness it is well known
That the ending of issues will end the story.
To prevent its demise is its sole urge to be.
The Moment of Awareness is where I am shown
That which will, if I choose, yield the freedom of peace.

The Waste

The Expansion of Industrial Feces

That this earth has a death wish seems likely to be
Fundamental to science. A being’s hygiene
Must include healthy self-thoughts as well as clean air.
If I took in my own waste, it wouldn’t be fair
To myself nor to nature. It would be obscene.
Folks would ask what on earth is the matter with me.

If I felt self-destruction is the proper way
To get rid of my problems, I’d be called insane
By the same folk who think air pollution is part
Of the way things just are. Nothing close the heart
But complacent stagnation is to no one’s gain.
But the earth, in its sickness, will honor dismay.

There’s a load to get rid of. A purge of the soul
Of a planet infected with humanity
Is much needed, as psychic waste alters the mood,
When activity rampant is selfish and crude.
Does this earth have a conscience? It’s proven to me
By the fecal earth movement spun out of control.

That this place is a Being with conscious intent
And with guttural feelings of not Being well
Is something to consider since we are a part
Of its delicate stomach. We cause it to fart
In a good or a bad way, revealed by its smell.
Either way, it should spend no time breathing the scent.

The Vision

Eternal Point of View

I must see what I need to and not too much more
Than my ego can manage without going blind
To the feelings of people and what we all need
To initiate balance. The illness of greed
Has become epidemic. Those left far behind
In the rigorous rat race remain always poor.

By the thinnest of threads, many lives hang in hope
That the next meager paycheck will make some ends meet.
If something catastrophic occurs, it’s the end.
Misery deeply suffered one can’t comprehend.
Challenging is the struggle to remain upbeat.
One must do what one has to in order to cope.

What I see does disturb me. I am in the game,
But I’m not a big player. My life carries on
Day to day with a blessing once in a great while.
I don’t have a portfolio nor a lifestyle
Indicating I’m better. So could I be drawn
To a life of delusion and scant sense of shame?

Focus is on The Vision that we may evolve
In another direction than what appears now
As an unending resonance with fear and lack.
Those of us who are loving can never hold back
What we see as a future much better somehow.
Optimistic I feel and with fervent resolve.

Clear And Concise

The Plain Truth

Messages now forthcoming are Clear And Concise.
In abject desperation true colors are shown
To be unpatriotic – even treasonous.
The great boil having been lanced now oozes with puss
More corrosive to justice than could have been known.
Through the absence of vigilance we’ve paid the price.

Bigotry can’t be buried or banished away
Like the ideal magician performs while on stage.
It exists underneath everything people are.
Always there will be present a deep racial scar
That divides this sick nation. We won’t turn the page,
And the incessant struggle is with us to stay.

Restoration to order from civil unrest
Can’t be taken for granted. The heated cold war
Of opposing opinions of equality
Rages on behind subtle cues fashioned to be
Condescending in nature. The right to ignore
Dignity in all people is strongly expressed.

Black and white is the picture. There’s color also,
But it is a distraction from how I should see
Given I’m in a war zone and not fully armed.
While in deep meditation my spirit is charmed.
As the quickness and clarity satisfies me,
I’m an adequate soldier with much to bestow.

Inconvenient Civility

The Eternal Feuds Of Human Races

We are all but one species. It’s hard to believe,
As the ants, madly militant, fight to their deaths,
We’ve evolved to be like them in how we behave.
Those of uncommon countenance will this race save
From its fate of extinction. Now, take some deep breaths,
Weary worn-hearted warrior. You Misperceive!

Having all dealt with hatred, all know how it feels
To be hurt or to hurt others for worthless gain.
When there used to be kindness, a long time ago,
Folks would up do nice for those they didn’t know
Just for feces and giggles. This was not insane,
But a most loving complement to making deals.

Only those who belong to no race are immune
To this earthly existence. The world that they know
Is completely of spirit, yet when they were here,
They succumbed to illusions based on lack and fear
Just as all do while here so our spirits may grow
To superlative brilliance, which can’t happen soon.

This concise explanation suffices to be
But a rational patchwork of feelings combined
With a personal history alien to
That of all other humans. The work I must do
Is to be without prejudice fully inclined
To reach out to humanity if painfully.

Progress

A Snail's Pact Toward Perfection

What can lead to perfection sometimes can be seen
As the goal, which is fallacy. Time must elapse,
And a series of right steps performed in a way
That is free of anxiety throughout each day.
Absoluteness is not worth the trouble, perhaps,
For the path is a paradoxical ravine.

Mathematical constructs are used to convey
How a process is doing in graphic detail.
Digital is their nature, so they often lie.
Since they represent humans, they spit in the eye
Of the data-starved user who can but prevail
With a lying assed image that’s put on display.

Restoration to Order, the task now at hand,
Is a right and a blessing, as well as duty
In connection with the spirit of humankind.
Deeds done in desperation revealed as maligned
Speak Perfection of Progress, as all get to see
Truest colors of demons from the evil land.

It’s like watching a movie. I’d seen the preview
In my recurrent dreaming of when hell would end.
As it plays out, the wise one will let the clown act
Like the petulant loser pissed off that he’s sacked.
There’s perfection in justice as people defend
What so many have died for. Progress does ring true.

Walk Of Shame

Aimless In A World Become Alien

Were I given a lap dance, what price would I pay
For behavior expected as I cast my vote?
Severe cost to my self-respect I would predict
When I came to my senses and find I’d been tricked
By the sleaze from a parlor. The morals remote
Of the rabid street walkers do wellness betray.

This is not a new normal – this way that things seem
Where illusion in partying ragged and hard
Against all human decency passes for real
For a stinking trick longer. Throughout the ordeal,
Knowing streets will come clean again, can I be barred
From the shame of existence within the dank dream?

People make bad decisions. No one is immune.
Fortunate are the ones who can learn from mistakes.
Leadership comes with much responsibility.
When the latter is ignored, The People can see
Would-be pimps in high office as impotent flakes
In the animation of an adult cartoon.

Walks Of Shame will turn nasty as all play their parts
In this skittish reality. Strutting what stuff
That can get a reaction, loose losers walk wild
With intent to harm others in ways most reviled.
When there are consequences to calling their bluff,
Times Of Ending we’ll know as the keys to new starts.

The Wizard Of Odds

The Waning of the Reign

From the land of The Odds, recollection have I
That, were I not in Kansas, my life might improve.
If that still were the premise I’d follow each day –
To fly off to a next state that sees it my way –
Then all effort is focused on making that move.
If I stay here my spirit is likely to die.

But is that a bum story? I know I can be
In the lap of fulfillment of all my desires
Notwithstanding the torment that I misperceive.
That my magic is brighter I’m damned to believe.
Raging yet within me are those distant wildfires
On that stage where The People now clearly can see.

Frightfully ugly Odds can get in a few years
Of the reign of a wizard who curses this land.
Some would use the word, ‘treason,’ as truly it fits.
Justice may be eluded as karma permits.
There are some flying monkeys who now understand
That support for this wizard spell binds them in fears.

I had pulled back the curtain. Unlike the canine,
Seeing not a soul in there, with sense of smell lost,
The projection confused me. Relying on wit
For the sorting of truth from the blast of bullshit
Is obsessive/compulsive and too high a cost
To the human I can be when I’m feeling fine.

So, why do I keep writing? Do I fan the flames
On the stage where the image yet draws attention
By command through psychosis and cheap magic tricks?
No matter what is happening, I’ll get my fix
When expounding verbosely. My work won’t be done
‘Til my spirit releases all that ego claims.

Physical Attraction

A Law of Motion

Energies of attraction are of many kinds.
Norths and south poles of magnets are one example
Demonstrating connecting, opposing forces.
I am of the right mind to explore what this says
Of the vibes among people. Direct is the pull
Among those of one species by nature’s guidelines.

The waves, though they’re invisible, have an effect
That is seen in reality strict to the law.
Poles and souls that are unlike are made to attract.
With much to give each other, the pair form a pact
That is not always pleasant and absent of flaw.
Lessons taught to each other command soul respect.

Of the wavelengths and frequencies sent and received
Among all who, alive now, create the force field
Of the planet magnetic in so many ways,
Those of peace and enlightenment will create rays
Radiant with abundance. The hope to be healed
Of hateful hysteresis is better believed.

Also seen as electrons, our paths well-defined
On the substrate of sameness contingent to earth,
We traverse the same circuits to potential high
Then return to earth ground where, in essence, we die…
To re-enter the cycle upon a new birth.
To think in such a manner I’m deeply inclined.

Your Point Of View

Face-To-Face Engagement

Face to face is the method preferred over those
Which are not as direct to the points many make
For exchange with another, and Your Point Of View
On this “suckers and losers” day, if not askew,
Sees the sorest of losers act out in heartbreak
To ensure We The People feel guilt for their woes.

Through the eyes authenticity enters the soul
Unencumbered by bullshit. The moment is pure
Of nonverbal communion. With confident ease,
Detachment, and objectivity each one sees
Clarity in completeness. The state can endure
The pathetic deflating no one will control.

  Every daily distraction disconnected from
Any inkling political for strings of years,
As it was before madness and hatred became
The most sacred of doctrines immune to all shame,
Is most welcomed and needed. Those who have shed tears
Offer poetic justice to romance the bum.

Speaking out about matters most dear to one’s heart
Is the reason so many have put laws in place.
It’s a God-given attribute that we express
With freedom absolute, and the drive to regress
Felt by all the cult followers time will erase.
Things work out as they should if we each do our part.

Initiating Communication

Somebody Go First

Conversations among people now taking place
In an air much less dense and much more well at ease
Are the signs of ideas about to unfold.
Points of view get across, and there’s truth to be told
About where things were headed. Dark realities
Dissipate in the new light for the human race.

We announce our intentions to others worldwide
That, now freed from grip of tyrannical rule,
We again speak of peace and of long-lasting ties
And of mending the ill treatment of our allies.
Having not been ourselves, we’d been used as a tool.
More than ready, again we will be dignified.

Self-examination enriches the hurt soul
Of a hollowed out nation focused on repair.
The profound lesson learned from the past wicked years
Is that pure arrogance is just as it appears –
A display of self-loathing. So much more aware
All become of corruption and its evil goal.

Things will not turn completely around overnight
And if that is expected, then we may lose hope
That wrongs will be corrected. We owe our support
To the ones we’ve elected. We’d sell ourselves short
By demanding too much as they dance a tightrope
Above all who are watching. The future is bright.

Delight In The Passing Of Waste

Purging Long Overdue

Starting out with a huge dump, this day has been great!
Fecal matter seemed to come from out of nowhere
And it happened not once or twice but indeed three.
How on earth did all this crap get inside of me?
What had been digesting for four years was in there.
I feel much like a new man. It was worth the wait.

This is good information I’m willing to share
Believing it’s not too much to gross people out.
I’ve a new sense of freedom in all that I feel
Since the nightmare is over I can with much zeal
Lose the waste I’ve collected. I have little doubt
That my joy won’t offend folk. You need be aware.

The earth has a completeness. There was a black hole
At the center of consciousness pulling all in.
With no means of escape for the revealing light
Darkness had become normal as wrong became right.
Light is now shown upon us so we may begin
Taking back our wellbeing and blessing our soul.

Already people are showing signs of relief.
The unrighteous disease is now reversing course
Making way for fresh symptoms of total world health.
Governance with the heart is the key to our wealth.
Our digestive hygiene our leaders will endorse.
The good health of our nation to them will be chief.

On All Levels

The Heart of the Measure

Simple horizontality can get perverse.
Logic dictates that from left to right we must read.
We are taught that perpendicular to the ground
Is the vertical axis where success is found
To be all that there is to life. Now what we need
Is a change in perception to undo the curse.

Remedies are like assholes in need of repair
From incessant abuse from all powers that be
For the same crap that evil uses to entice
Human souls into darkness all for the right price.
Healing can be accomplished. But can we agree
Not to disagree hatefully? Or is this rare?

Emotions become rattled. Each day passes by
With no change to the nightmare nor to the disease
Eating us as a nation. We’re at this again.
Civil war ideation among deranged men
Is a resident terror that everyone sees
As a recurring pattern. The question is, Why?

But the answer is deeper. We have not the tools
For the faulty machinery between our ears
And throughout our brief history – Even before…
Who knows when the shit started? Need we go to war
And just get it all over with? It is our fears
That perpetuate evil. Indeed we are fools.

Fairy Mother, The Queen

The Ideal of The Goddess

Antidotes to reality often are wild
When born out of frustration and utter despair.
Ever lethal the potency some would advise
In a world cursed by fear and the right to despise
To its full heart’s content. It’s a constant affair.
Others choose to revert to the mind of a child.

Someone wise and approachable yet pure of heart,
Who’s devoted and loving is quite a far leap
From a threshold uncertain beyond all belief
Into counter delusion to find some relief
From the ongoing nightmare where we are the sheep
To be counted, then slaughtered as we all take part.

 One’s reliance on fairies in times of great need…
Or the act of an angel to right what is wrong…
Or to come in an instant to save one from harm
Is a safety device when one senses alarm.
Leadership is like magic. It can be made strong
When its power is used well in thought, word, and deed.

Mother figures abundant the subconscious keeps.
When the center of focus from nurturance drifts
To distractions resulting from ultimate greed,
Then the cries of the family she can’t misread.
Empathy is one of woman’s most cherished gifts.
She knows well what an investment in kindness reaps.

The Innovator

Weaver of Dreams

I may wake up one midnight and find all asleep.
Now, that would be unusual. Normal would be
To see their spirits hovering in the night sky
Dancing with one another with no reason why
That it feels most appropriate to all agree
To suspend all aggression that karma must reap.

If the dawn of the new day reveals things have changed
Into something more peaceful and much less intense
With inscrutable drama and ‘civil’ war fears,
Is it, then, an uncanny occasion for cheers?
Change comes only with intent of we who make sense.
We can play the game fairly and oust the deranged.

Beginning again on a new foundation of
Consciously assessed values, The Innovator
Within each of us beacons to all of like heart
To perform what is needed to make a new start.
With full light in our truth, we become Creator
Of the next generation conceived in pure love.

Sudden and unexpected hateful theatrics
Is the skill of the showman who cannot shine bright
Of his own incandescence because there is none.
Light reflected from others shows what we must shun.
All will soon come awake from this horrific night.
After time spent rejoicing, there’ll be much to fix.

Conquest Of Illusion

Getting Outside

In deafness to allurement by current turmoil
In the eye of disaster, the wise one is sent
Far beyond the illusion into deeper space.
What is needed is somewhere so one can erase
Tension pent up due to existential torment
And solutions consisting of rancid snake oil.

Spirit beacons the weary to find their release
Knowing that doing so is with difficulty.
While immersed, the illusion, with strength all its own,
Makes one feel disempowered. The heart turns to stone,
And while blind but to chaos, no hope can one see.
Vehicles of upliftment transport us to peace.

Sacred space omnipresent is reached by the soul
With attention unshaken by current events.
Much reconciliation is done from within,
And without the distraction, new starts can begin.
Sanity is one resource that this world prevents
From unlimited access, and such is its role.

Unwelcomed are intrusions that mock solitude
And perform acts unnatural, vile, and perverse
To one’s sense of self-worth and to feeling a part
Of a viable universe. Kindness of heart
Comes about by detaching oneself from the curse
And by keeping oneself in a positive mood.

Inspiriting

Holy Communion

Kindred spirits united around the campfire
Is a circle illumined but still insecure
In the light that is dawning. Yet hope remains strong
That a world can exist where all people belong.
Inspiration of new values sacred and pure
Fill the hearts of the young with transcendent desire.

‘Beaten paths are for beaten ones,’ it had been said
By one visionary just a few years ago.
In this truth, there is freedom to go one’s own way
Or to join a group effort. The part each can play
Is to pioneer peacefully but with gusto
To the wilds of the unknown that are just ahead.

The commune forms a chalice – a grail that receives
Inspiration creative from forces benign
And of infinite consciousness. Warm is the glow
Of the flicker reorganizing what we know
Toward a higher consensus where ideals align.
With one purpose united, no one misconceives.

Centralizing all issues, the fire draws us in.
The closeness of connection each one of us shares
With all other disciples of wisdom and light.
As this age is remembered as one most uptight,
We’ll be watching from spirit. And as for our heirs,
We’ll be guiding their work so healing can begin.

Showing Off

Jewel of the Nile

Showing Off strength of leadership radiates charm
Throughout all the republic. Dispatching the news
Of a bright new beginning lifts everyone’s hearts
Except those blind to righteousness where freedom starts
And those still locked in fear with supremacist views.
Comes the day soon when they will no longer cause harm.

Alleluia! The Feminine is on the rise.
There can be no assurance that heaven has come
But at least much of hell will be put the hell out.
Fake women stand for bullshit. Their chauvinist shout
Is of whitewashed delusion as witnessed by some.
Being groped with full honors may open their eyes.

But true women are priceless if we value peace
And some semblance of fairness in all our affairs.
Intimate with the homestead and life’s basic needs,
Issues of most importance guides how woman leads
In a healthy society. Leadership cares
For the welfare of all and for worry’s release.

We could use a strong presence just right about now
In the form of a duo with lethal intent.
Both are fine superheroes. The woman will be
A formidable force for the public to see.
For the first time we’ll know what women represent
To wholesome evolution. To this I avow.

Group Relations

Reaching Toward Freedom

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

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

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

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

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.

The World As It Is

Status Quo At Its Quota

Everything could be peachy. The world may be fine.
Is the turmoil and strife just an ugly backdrop
To provide a comparison of what it’s like
In a hell cast upon us by one evil Reich?
Could it be all we need is to tell it to stop?
I’ll awake from this nightmare to brilliant sunshine.

Feelings of deep inadequacy in my heart
Pull me down from a high place. The sorrow takes hold
For a short while, then vanishes clear from the mind
But still locked in my soul not a dream I can find
To wake up from. Yet one is about to unfold
And become the reality known from the start.

Sounding like a prediction, it’s none of the kind.
It’s a keen observation that spirit imparts
To my humble existence. One cannot be wrong
With the message of truth that will make again strong
What is left of our image and our broken hearts.
What we learn here are lessons to become refined.

 Unclear is how the drama will play to the crowd.
Volatile are the intricacies of free will.
Energy, though, is basic. Perception reveals
What it is that the bulk of our human race feels
About worldwide aggression and needing to kill.
I belong to a race in which I should be proud.

Hello, Cruel World…

Nativity and Death

What I offer to this world, this word doesn’t want.
That it’s been such a struggle is more than a clue.
How does it all affect me? My bowels are a mess.
I’ve made light of my issues, but now I confess
That I don’t have an inkling for what I should do.
I came with a few talents, but nothing to flaunt.

As it seems, the dark cloud hangs not over my head.
I am fully engulfed in it. None can I see
As a source of fulfillment. I cry right out loud…
Have I done anything for which I can be proud?
When the sole benefactor turns out to be me
Then it makes perfect sense that I’m better off dead.

But, of course, what seems obvious a remedy
Is a thing that society deems as unfair
So much so, it’s a crime among modern-day folk.
It behooves me to see I’m the brunt of a joke
Of profound insignificance. Shocked in despair,
I shall keep on expressing ‘til I cease to be.

After The Gold Rush

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Step Away from The Gold Rush! Please do so with haste.
It cannot overtake us. It can’t move that fast.
But it does. It’s the rush of a blanket of fire.
Though it glitters like gold, it is no one’s desire,
And the smoke left behind leaves the sky overcast.
That which was once a paradise is laid to waste.

Mother Nature compelled us once to this rich land
Complementing the ocean in elegant beach
And magnificent mountains. Like locusts we flew
And took on a big gamble, for all that we knew.
The rush then became statehood with magnetic reach
Across distance to peoples of skin somewhat tanned.

The rush of xenophobia filtered into
The fine fabric of governance to deal with crime
While the rush of gold nuggets came to but a few.
Laws that targeted immigrants was something new.
Things have increased in heat with the passage of time.
We depend on our leaders to know what to do.

Perhaps After The Gold Rush, as ashes are laid
And we have time to process events taking place,
We may notice that climate change has much to do
With how much we ignore what quite clearly is true.
The return of The Gold Rush puts us in a race
For our very survival, yet we’re not afraid.

Thorn Of Creation

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Pinnacle of Creation…? Are we the earth’s crown?
Seems I’ve heard that somewhere in my arrogant past.
We are made up of stardust. Although that is true,
We appear problematic from a cosmic view.
Climate change is no hoax. I can see that at last.
If we don’t find consensus, our world may burn down.

We are created equal. Does that mean we are
At the top of the life chain by virtue of wit?
There’s no chain in life’s balance. Its will to consume
Is its own sense of freedom to allocate doom
Quite at random. To nature we’ll learn to submit.
If we don’t, she may tell us to go fuck a star.

We’re the Thorn of Creation, at this point in time
And within the eternal. We ain’t about shit
Both in good ways and shallow ways in normal space.
We cry out to the cosmos. Bravo for our race!
We have rampant dominion. We can’t be unfit
Lest we’re given the pink slip for negligent crime.

Both Sides Now

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Dems protest our social ills.
The Grand Old Party thwarts their wills.
Divisive is one who instills contention day by day.
Most leaders promise change will come…
If not to most, at least, to some.
No change will come to lowlife scum if leaders have their way.
Who looks at change from both sides now?
I surely can’t. I’m thwarted somehow.
My own illusions are quite tall.
Perhaps I don’t know change at all.

Gut wrenching stories true to life
Expressed by people who know strife…
The disenchanted man and wife… Who yields unto their plea?
Not those who sit in places high.
Most human rights they would deny
If all in favor would comply with group insanity.
Who looks at hell from both sides now?
Who stews alone with sweat on his brow?
Will mad illusions brace his fall?
Right now, he knows not hell at all.

One’s nightmare is another’s dream.
Things rarely are quite as they seem.
Our system has embraced a scheme to undermine the deeds
Of he who has become insane.
I’d hope their efforts aren’t in vain.
Some look upon them with disdain, but stronger are the needs
Of those who have seen both sides now.
Tyranny we cannot allow.
What is most urgent is our call.
I really think there’s hope for all.

An Infectious Kindness

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There are those who are caring. I see this is so
By the look in their eyes and the warmth in their hearts.
It’s a blessing to see this. It strengthens my hope
That we still may turn upward our steep downward slope.
From the love deep inside is where all kindness starts.
It’s a fact seldom thought of but vital to know.

I was downtown today just to drop off a book.
On the way there, a parking lot hijacked my sight.
There were people with food and with spirits infused
With a shot of pure kindness from folks who are used
To behaving in loving ways and doing right.
Though I’d thought life is hopeless, I’ve gained a new look.

I’d decided to mingle a minute or two.
Had I known that my spirit was infection prone
I’d have made the library book last on my list.
They were giving free hugs. That is hard to resist!
Life convinces me no one is truly alone.
A warm hug and a hot meal does make the heart new.