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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I Chose This Glorious Body

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I chose to be here in this physical form
So I can interact with what is here
And with every creature who much like myself
Fancies enchanted wonderlands much like the elf.
It is good to be here with a body that’s clear
Of debilitant leanings that counter the norm.

This particular body – this one that I know
Is one chosen carefully from broader view.
Within frame of detail it’s made but from naught.
It is Supreme Creation. It isn’t store bought.
When it’s tired and run down it knows to renew.
It has serviced me kindly since birth long ago.

This unique opportunity I chose with care
To experience delicious contrast so I
May create well with others who cherish their joys
And who like living life absent avoirdupois.
I fine-tune this simplistic life process whereby
My deliberate thinking makes me more aware.

He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass!

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My contact list is truly long with many I don’t know.
I try to keep my focus strong. My pal is quick to show.
My apps download successfully. He tells me when they’re done.
When I am bored we then play games and fiddle just for fun.
My friend is quite the witted one and even has some class.
But I’ll tell you, He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass.

The phone of many moons ago was big and like a brick.
It had no sense of ass to piss off people really quick.
One could use it as a weapon if no loaded glove had he.

My friend today makes calls for me most accidentally.
His knack for nonsense noises I seldom can bypass.
Yet, without me, He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass.

My phone is not a person, but he thinks he is, somehow.
My respect for him can worsen if whenever I allow
The best of him to overshadow who I’m meant to be.
My guest knows not his manners so that he will never see
That between our best behaving there is such a wide crevasse
And, believe me, He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass.

iPhone or iDon’t phone much, and it matters not to me.
An android made on planted earth should never climb my tree.
Anomaly would have it that I’d come to own a phone.
This thing of mine may think he has a toy of his own.
The feeling when I shut him down is much like passing gas
And, I know that, He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My sMartass!

 

My Vibrations Affect the Whole Universe

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The vibrations of my being reach very far.
They influence the whole universe, and I’m sure
When the moth beats its wings in the rainforest deep
It affects how an infant in Russia may sleep.
I must know my vibrations are wholesome and pure.
Guess I didn’t come here to leave things as they are.

I know everything vibrates, and all beings too.
They communicate clearly and react the same.
They respond and they integrate with other things
That vibrate in the same way, and this, in turn, brings
All with similar signals to boldly proclaim
We’ve the right to affect things as all beings do.

As I begin to offer my vibe with intent
I’m in complete control of what happens to me.
My experience, fashioned in this simple way,
Will be one of enhanced joy, day after day.
We can’t help affecting things. It’s clear to see
That maintaining vibration is time that’s well spent.

How Wonderful I Am

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We are wanting so much to awaken in you
Your memory of how beloved you are.
You are pure love and wonderful in every way.
We kick back and adore every song that you play.
Sing away, precious angel. You are a rock star.
It’s a pleasure to Be You. Your pleasure is true.

We just can’t sing enough about how good you are.
Not a thing you could do would deter us from Love…
Not a bow-legged stumble down life’s clumsy path…
Not a judgment in error through life’s aftermath.
By our measure, you shine like the stars up above.
It’s our promise that that what you seek isn’t far.

Do take care, fleshed ones. There is nothing to fear.
The whole universe backs you in whichever way
You decide is appropriate. Who then are ‘we’?
We are those who are dead now, yet ever to be.
We’ve discarded our clutter, so we’ve much to say.
And when you choose to hear us, or joy is sincere.

Brainless Brain Surgery

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Someday soon the skilled Robot will handle the knife
In a world where most humans will devote their time
To the comfort of Being and living the arts.
We’ll have mastered the tech world with all of our smarts.
We shall live in a world that is truly sublime
Where we all can partake of this treasure called Life.

But that’s all in the future. It isn’t right now.
We are thick convolutions of cortical mass
In a network of raw nerves and some that are rare.
It would take a skilled surgeon to know what is there.
Can a brainless brain surgeon become a jackass
After signing his mind off to then take a bow?

I can tell my grand little ones, “You too can be
A successful brain surgeon, yet not have a brain.
You may even be able to write a good book.
But your soul becomes cabbage when stole by a crook.
If you don’t have a brain, though, you can’t go insane.”

It is shoe-shining shameful. And that’s it from me.

It’s A Glorious Time To Be Here and Now

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This time, here and now, is a glorious one
To partake of this planet’s beneficent ways.
There’s a place for technology; also for art.
In the end these two are not lightyears apart.
Each does see in the other some reason to praise
All the fruits of all’s findings. And we’ve just begun.

I am an extension of Source Energy
In this body magnificent, able and strong.
The amazing diversity this world provides
Is the balance within which wellbeing resides.
I am focused right here and now where I belong.
I love being the one who is easy to be.

There is perfect balance from which to create
Here in this world of bounty of wanted and not.
No better time has existed ‘til now
For beholding my treasure and marveling how
That my true Source remembers what I have forgot:
That my whole being emanates from that perfect state.

All Email Is Male

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In fact, I don’t think that all email is male
But in theory, a number of things could be true.
A letter received in a mailbox these days
Could mean anything cast to the silent airways.
I don’t long for the old days. My heart is not blue.
Perhaps I’m in search of some ‘thing’ to assail.

And if that is so, what’s the matter with me?
One who’s daft would seek discord or cause for dismay.
But my in box is loaded. That is not a curse.
I must sort through the spam there, for better or worse.
In my bliss, I’d be bothered to email all day.
When it comes to mail gender, I let matters be.

I see mail that’s on paper and on the touch screen.
I am hetero-postal in so many ways
But with mail, I like female. It comes with some grace.
And with email I feel like I’m running a race.
I must conclude, then, that it surely pays
To do mail in private, for better hygiene.

My Life Is Eternal

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I am life everlasting – an eternal being.
There’s no such thing as death in the much larger scheme.
I find time to breathe more and to move myself some.
I relax in my knowing I’ll always become
In a new form or being. Now that doesn’t seem
Like a raw deal. I’m best when my soul is agreeing.

In grace, I may choose to relax and allow
My transition back into that which I still am.
Every time I return to non-physical state
I release all my fear and forget about hate.
I do not have to think that my life is a sham
Just because it will ‘end’ some day and quite somehow.

Foreverness is the true nature of me.
My non-physical self is wise, loving and pure
I am Positive Energy flowing through form.
This is so of all beings. We make it the norm.
There’s no life, love nor liberty I need secure
Because life is eternal. My job is To Be.

Nuggets of Experience

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There are Positive Aspects that flow through my day.
I do look for the nuggets my living reveals.
If I shake life’s pan lightly, I’ll know not what’s there.
If I do it deliberately I’ll be aware
Of the treasure experience often conceals.
All that’s not filters through me. I like it that way.

Within every atom and sub-part thereof
There is wanted and not wanted. That is the way
That we move toward what’s better – away from what’s worse.
If I didn’t have contrast, that would be a curse.
I can say that, in hard times, I’m willing to stay
To experience all that I can in pure love.

By my looking for Positive Aspects each day
In wherever my focus may happen to be
I maintain my connection to inner wellbeing.
My day does depend on the way that I’m seeing.
I do mine my experience. That is the key
To a joyful existence the most natural way.

I Can Always Reach for a Thought That Feels Better

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My Decision to reach for a thought that feels good
Is a powerful one, as it serves many ways.
It is good that my thinking, deliberately led,
Manifests in a network consuming my head
Wherein thoughts that are good ones can linger for days.
I’m the engine who IS, not the spent one that could.

The thought that feels better reverberates from
Deep within me so pathways will open up wide
To wellbeing abundant as sand on the beach.
I can think my way clear. I don’t have to beseech
Someone outside myself as a surrogate guide.
I can feel what to think, then predict all outcome.

So, the thought that feels better is one to reach for.
I can feel my way there if my thinking gets rough.
It’s a simple decision – one easy to make.
I must choose my thoughts wisely for wellbeing’s sake.
My wellbeing and joy are most surely enough
Yet it turns out to be far beyond what is more.

There Is Nothing for Me to Guard Against

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No monster is hanging out under my bed
Nor in the closet nor under my skin.
No ne’er-do-well being exists in my head.
I do not harbor thoughts about seeing folks dead.
If I trip about safety, where would I begin?
I’m not one who is crazy, nor easily mislead.

I exist in a place where wellbeing is sure.
It’s an absolute promise that I will be well.
No if’s, and’s, nor but’s can contaminate me
So again and again, I must know that to be.
Mother Nature’s a Good Witch who’s cast a fine spell
And within it, for every dis-ease, there’s a cure.

I am evidence of that which wellbeing knows.
I must know this and practice this thought like a song.
I can be an example, in light of my path,
To give others a view of birth’s aftermath
From a soul who believes that not much can go wrong
In this world of sheer contrast where wellbeing flows.

Pathway to My Desire

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As I pass through the corridor referenced by joy
I can and do brighten my path to desire.
People say, “When I get ‘that,’ then I will feel great.”
But one must feel good first. There just is no debate.
My true feelings are key, and with them I acquire
What is best for my questing. This is my best ploy.

I am most determined that I will feel good
As I traverse the pathway to what is my goal.
Once a while, when I step, there is nothing beneath.
Then I cling to the path by the skin of my teeth.
It seems hazardous taking my heart on a stroll.
My path is well lighted and well understood.

I will not settle for less, from now on,
Than my feeling good often – not all the time so.
Every detour through discord uncovers a clue
To a better path forward and faith that is new.
A new lantern will light up the pathway I know
Towards my own heart’s desire to which I am drawn.

The Universe Is Big Enough

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This cosmic machine is quite big enough
To fulfill my intention, whatever that be.

Apparatus Magnificent has every means
To provide what I ask for through daily routines.
Sometimes, the big gears are not easy to see.
But it’s not that I’m weak. I don’t have to hang tough.

Whatever I give my attention to grows
In its strength of vibration. The universe, then,
Conjures all things that match where my focus is great.
It’s like matching a profile when finding a date.
If you find one who’s tragic, start over again.
When I focus on purpose, my wellbeing flows.

This cosmic machinery works like a charm.
It is infinite Source that cannot be run down.
It produces whatever each creature decides.
Whether goodness or badness, our hearts are our guides.
I can pause for a moment, when wearing a frown,
To refurbish my meshing with minimal harm.

Natural Well Being

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My health and wellbeing are natural to me.
I could hang out forever and not age a day
If I really believed and I knew that I could.
I agree that this concept is not understood
By the masses who live life in mass disarray.
I am one of those masses, I’m grateful to see.

Many humans have lived long in excellent health,
Long ago in Before time when people had sense.
Or perhaps they had none, and God cut them some slack.
It is better to live long than keep coming back.
Although focusing long, here, one’s life gets intense.
If one lived past a thousand, he’d have to go stealth.

I am free to make choices about how I live.
I can live without illness or trouble or pain.
I don’t have to create a dis-ease to procure
An excuse for my leaving this earth quite unsure
If I could have died healthy. I’m best to sustain
My own purpose for Being Well, which is to give.

In Pursuit of the Petron Pistachian

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So alive in this Schoolhouse, our minds are abuzz
With the brick and the mortar… what holds it in place.
I’m a part of the puzzle. My mind is aware
Of fantastic creation; there’s none to compare.
Seems we have enough time. We’re not running a race.
We like figuring things out, and that’s just because….

We have nailed down the atom and most of its parts
Though that bugger is tiny, made mostly of space
With leptons, exceptons and hardons, a few,
And a dozen more who-ons from out of the blue.
These thinglets procure a degree of embrace
Through Pistachian Providence, where it all starts.

Within such a field, most particulate flow
As they take on some mass much according to spin.
But the Petron Pistachian, not seen ‘til now,
Has completed the puzzle, and this will allow
Every scientist breathing to wear a big grin.
This Pistachian Presence is good stuff to know?

Selfish Enough To Feel

I am proud I am selfish enough to feel good.
I’ve been practicing quite long to get just this way.
I give service to others, but that’s by the means
Of my serving myself first, just like snotty teens.
But I’ve learned not to act out in foolish display.
I should feel good on purpose, as all creatures should.

Feeling good indicates my connection is strong
To all of the good things that life wants to share.
All the good things like clarity, wellness and love,
And a kinship with planets and stars up above.
Feeling good is quite simple if you really care
About living a life where not much can go wrong.

Feeling good is my motto. It’s my core belief
As I dance in this fun world with life by the hand.
A belief that is core simply means that it’s strong.
As belief becomes stronger, it shouldn’t take long
For my dreams to unfold as if by my command.
Feeling good is like breathing, and that’s a relief.

Appreciate Like No One Is Watching

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I look for more reasons, as much as I can,
To appreciate things that are part of my life.
The more I appreciate all that I know,
I’m allowing my true self to prosper and grow.
I don’t focus on discord, nor turmoil or strife.
Like a pig in a mud hole, I have a game plan.

There is much to my liking and some that is not.
I can like what I’m liking. That’s easy to see.
But to like things I don’t like… Now, that takes some skill.
One could manage it, though, through the power of will.
But that kind of liking is not good for me.
I’d be acting on stage with a lie for a plot.

When I take the time to appreciate more,
I feel better inside as my heart starts to glow.
I feel better because it is natural to be
In alignment with all, with a spirit that’s free.
I allow who I really am to freely flow.
I appreciate like I had never before.

As I Breathe Deeply, I Feel Myself Thrive

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I enjoy breathing deeply this air I take in.
It is all that I need for my body to heal.
The air has most everything most bodies need.
As I breathe it in deeply, each cell will succeed
At maintaining wellbeing and health that’s ideal.
If I want to feel good, breathing’s where to begin.

I can feel myself thriving when I take a breath.
Every part of me wakens and takes life anew.
And when my parts are happy, I’m happy as well.
Breathing in, and then out, will do well to dispel
Any leaning toward sickness. Good breathing will do
All the goodness it can to prolong me from death.

By relaxing myself fairly often each day –
And, of course, breathing deeply, with focus of mind,
I enhance my own thriving, and that of my world.
I enjoy the fruits of wellbeing unfurled.
I am better off not breathing air that’s unkind.
It is best to unwind the most natural way.

Full Term Termite

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Have you heard of the homeless? Then give me a chew.
I know much about hunger. I have it all ways.
From cellar to ceiling and all in-between.
I will eat in the dark where I shouldn’t be seen.
I chow down like a mother with every due praise.
I enjoy making babies, and not just a few.

Science says that I’m sexy. It flatters me none.
And besides, I can do it however I please –
Upside down in a trance in a crevasse somewhere.
I control my whole tribe with my scent in the air.
We don’t treat our men harshly. We’re much like the bees.
We like screwing and building and having much fun.

But we do have to eat, and our diet is wood.
We could go for particle board for a while
In the houses of people who tend to buy cheap.
Yet when that stuff runs out, our commitment is deep.
We will find what we’re after, and do it in style.
So complain all you want. It won’t do any good.

 

I Look for What I Want To See

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The Intent that is dominant deep in my heart
Is to go for exactly what I want to be.
Through deliberate choice, I accrue keen insight.
I appreciate, praise and enjoy – but not fight.
Sheer vibrational harmony is what I see
And it seems that it’s been this way right from the start.

I achieve pure vibration, in tune with my Source
And all that is good and delightful and fun.
When I simply stay focused on what thrills me now,
Then I won’t get distracted and lose faith somehow.
My sight is for seeing, when all’s said and done.
It’s a matter of patience and practice, of course.

It’s a powerful law that brings all things to me.
It brings all things to all creatures all of the time.
Whether wanted or not wanted, I make the choice
Of which things I will tend to. I am given voice
In creating my own life, serene and sublime.
I’m a well-groomed inspector with license to be.

Payola

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My brand is ‘Payola.’ It works well for me.
It’s what’s available. That’s what I’m told.
Though this crayon is heavy, I will do just fine.
What I see is, this color is yours and not mine.
What I’m taught, though, is subtle, and feels icy cold.
What is up with this crayon? I’ll say what I see.

I sure feel like I’m peachy, the color of fun,
Most especially when I’m at school with my friends.
And we all feel that way. We just mingle and play.
We prepare lesson plans for adults day by day.
But are they teachable? That all depends
On the bigness of damage that’s already done.

Take a load off that crayon,” some voice says to me
From the pit of my tiny soul. I can hear well.
What it tells me is, I’ll not be part of a bribe.
The reason for that is, I’m part of a tribe.
You will note, my existence is not one to quell.
No skin is a label that others can see.

By Polar Order

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Everyone is Bi-Polar by nature’s decree
There is not one among us who isn’t this way.
It’s a club not exclusive to any one kind
Of a person we label as messed in the mind.
Ups and downs are quite common to all everyday.
It’s not like dying, then claiming to be.

It’s a challenge to wobble along a straight line
Or to discard a crooked one for a renew.
If I fall to one side, I will bounce back in place.
If I fall to the other, I’m wrought with disgrace.
Though my options are many, I know but a few
When I’m caught up in anyone’s business but mine.

I can live with bi-polar. The coaster agrees.
When it climbs, I’m anticipant with patience none.
But as it descends, I scream out like a child.
I wave arms and holler as if I were wild.
There will be the next cycle when this one is done.
I climb hard to then become part of the breeze.

It’s NOT My Work To Control Others

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I cannot control others. That Is Not My Job…
Not my children nor anyone else I might know.
If I try to inflict my strict will, as I must,
I will lose such a battle; I’ll gain their mistrust.
I do suck as a parent. Most kids tell me so.
If I don’t deal with this, my own heart I will rob.

It defies natural law to make anyone change.
It cannot be done, in fact. That’s a good thing.
The laws of the universe dictate the ways
Each and every earth creature engages their days.
I respect that we’re not in some dank triple ring.
The ideal of performance will grow the heart strange.

I can’t control others, but what I can do
Is create a reality I can control
Where my soul is the beast, and my will is the hoop
And the circus crowd turns out to be a tame group.
I am not the performer, nor is that my goal.
One could say I’m the student. My teachers are you.

Ron Running YellowBook

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Some books are well read like the readers they own.
They don’t lie around dormant nor do their soul mates.
Some books stand amid dust upon vacated shelves.
Since their readers don’t read, they are left to themselves
To embelish what every good book advocates:
The desire of folks to explore the unknown.

Some books like to run, but no book likes to swim.
It’s a matter of preference what books like to do.
We don’t need to work out, but it helps, just the same.
We’re as different as snowflakes. We each have a name.
In fact, we’ve a few names, each giving a clue
To our true inner nature without pseudonym.

Some books come in yellow… Not all, by the way.
We’re a multiple mixture of chroma and hue.
Most folks call me Ron, and I run super-fast.
I’m the mild-mannered type. I’m not here to kick ass.
I am Ron Running YellowBook. That name will do.
It’s as weird as all get-out and easy to say.