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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.

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.

Recursive Assertion

Over Exposure of Ego

Do I hear a loud echo? And could it be me?
With the voices of others it’s so hard to tell.
Deep within a sound chamber enclosed by four walls
I can’t hear myself feeling amid all the calls
For a cure to psychosis and trickle down hell.
What’s become of this nation one clearly can see.

Knowing I’m not alone, need I know something more?
We’ve been made to feel helpless – not by a disease
Of a virulent nature, but by wholesale greed.
We The People are stronger not feeling in need
To succumb to the bullshit that everyone sees.
There’s a pimp in the white house, and we are the whore.

Justice comes hard and swiftly to those who are poor.
But it does not exist for the thugs now in charge.
Evil is the one threat that, if not kept in check,
Does take over the engine and cause a train wreck
That third world leaders envy. Our fate, by and large,
Is determined by what we are forced to ignore.

Cubic Justice

Creative dissolusion

What occurs on Fifth Avenue could be a crime.
It depends on how well it’s played out in the cube.
Quadrilateral justice with votes up or down
Is the way to clear outlaws in government town.
Senators who were well paid will pump up the droob.
The swamp hasn’t been emptied. It’s now legal slime.

Arrogance becomes cubic for all to behold.
What is seen is a mockery on the world stage.
We’re a toddler brat nation. Our mother, the queen,
May be glad we’ve detached from their ruling machine.
Can we catch up on wisdom and then turn the page
To a brighter new chapter? What peace may unfold?

Cubic Justice is futile. It can’t stand the test
We The People administer. It Will Fall Flat!
In the country’s best interest, must we behave
As the brutal slave master’s most tractable slave?
We are much more in touch with our freedoms than that.
Can we look at the circus and hope for the best?