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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.

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.

Life Of The Party

Tea Time's End

Once The Party was solvent. Dissolving all debts
To The People it worked for was standard affair.
It was grand and most ancient, The Party we knew.
Now the tea has been tainted. It’s no longer true
To the Star-Spangled Banner and Rockets With Glare.
There are other world powers that hold our assets.

Time was then to be lively. The stench of champagne
Filled its air with thick promises in the short run
And a wealth of abundance from God only knows.
Money changes the psyche. The darkest shadows
Of this brand of addiction are only outdone
By the worst of earth’s kind, and in fact, they’re more sane.

The tea pot has been broken, and that which is spilt
Will re-trigger more spilling for some time to come.
Upsetting it will be for the most rugged gut
The full scope of the damage and exactly what
On earth were they all thinking while bathing in scum.
It may be that The Party is never rebuilt.

Is the life of The Party worth keeping around?
While intoxicated, actions worthy of shame
May continue unnoticed. Its arrogant style
Isn’t good for democracy now or erstwhile.
Independent of England we sully its name.
Tea time at the saloon has a distasteful sound.

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.

The Beauty Of War

Grace In the Battle

A sincere thing is battle, for all human rights
Must be tested for worthiness when the time comes.
Complex themes reoccurring throughout history
Share the same basic premise – the will to be free
From the freedoms of others to beat silent drums
To the march of pure evil that hatred incites.

And as war becomes civil, to know where I stand
Is imprinted within me for others to see.
With the speed of the bullet flash judgment is made.
It provides enough fodder to fuel the crusade
Of righteous insurrection. How else could it be
For the most first world nation prepared to disband?

Branching off like viruses that seek a new host,
Tribes will conquer lands occupied with no remorse.
It is of our best nature to do others harm
So that all have a healthy respect for alarm.
Independence from mother lands brought on by force
Is the strength and the weakness that threatens us most.

We become the medusa for no one to see
In its purest of essence. The turning to stone
Of those looking directly into our dark soul
Is the fear insurmountable. As a black hole
In the heart of the human collective, we own
The perfected aesthetic of our bigotry.

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.

A Silent Rejoicing

Speak Softly and Carry A Big Heart

Victory celebrated in stark quietude
To the usual loud noise broadcasted each day
Is what has been awaited for nearly four years.
Now that we’ve circumvented the worst of our fears,
All support must be given. Indeed we may pray
That the new leadership be most righteously viewed.

Yes, it is a big deal, but do not jump for joy,
As one fifth of the nation must suffer defeat.
They will do that in earnest through social unrest.
The most outrageous theories hatefully expressed
All will see for a good while, and hardly discrete
Will the mayhem displays be in hope to annoy.

 So, farewell to the fuehrer who failed to become
An effective cult leader for all the white race.
No longer getting help from the emperor thug,
While your longtime supporters have all pulled the plug
On the dark soul machinery, Live In Disgrace,
Great baboon with your orange face, because you’re now scum!

On this historic day satisfaction is mine
Because my human nature demands it of me.
Remember I must also that I am the same
As all other souls on earth. To be put to shame
Is something all must go through in order to see
That part of our humanity which is divine.

By A Thread

Support In A Changeless World

Waking up to the next day where nothing has changed,
Hopes and wishes turn bittersweet as I behold
The confounding of clarity. It’s nothing new,
But my sense of belonging is rendered askew.
Civic duty to country is now undersold
With a currency complex spent by the deranged.

Volatile is the nature of blood enemies
Brought together by brute force and satanic rule
To become one strong nation supported by God.
Some proclaim their supremacy and think it odd
That the nation’s unworthy will not play the fool
Without bitter resentment to psychic disease.

That all votes should be counted is sanity sound.
Any notion divergent is held by the ones
Who, impressed by pure evil, will do others harm.
Truthfulness be exposed. There’s no need for alarm
Even though true Americans all carry guns
To protect them from false ones and what they expound.

Like a leaf that has fallen, suspend in place
Before resting completely, I am more each day.
I’m profoundly disquieted but much relieved
That my gut I’ll rely on. It must be believed.
Since I know not my enemy, cautious I’ll stay.
Blind support for the evil one is about race.

Consciousness Reexamined

The Eternally Occurring Revisitation

“Why does anything need to exist?” I inquire
In the torment of thinking that life must make sense.
It’s the one biggest question that can be explained.
There’s a mystical logic that must be maintained.
Consciousness is the First Cause and is the thing whence
All else came into being out of its desire.

Cumbersome are such concepts as infinity,
Existence,
and eternity to my lost mind.

Time, I know, is illusion, but how can that be
Since my knowing depends on it so completely?
Consciousness can’t take boredom, so it is inclined
To creating diversions in its quest to be.

The Moment is a mental construct to be used
As the platform for reaching the understanding
Of the nature eternal existence commands.
Everything is of spirit, and being demands
Its freedom of expression above everything.
History is a clockwork to keep it amused.

What may seem to be happening as I observe
I can give not The Moment to judge either way
If what is is of essence that I can relate
To my best understanding. The world I create
Is the only one valid on this troubled day.
A break from all ‘reality’ I well deserve.

Liquidity Of Duty

Now, Up To the System

Civil War is not ended, and it never will
Be completely resolved any frigging time soon.
Rude awakenings come to those who’ve been asleep
To the hatred that binds us. So, should my heart weep?
That ours is one proud nation I’d fiercely impugn.
Perfumed feces we echo. Our honor is nil.

 The big issue was slavery that time ago.
White folk wanted their niggers under their control.
History has been ruthless to their sentiment.
It is logical then to assume they resent
Anything suggesting everyone has a soul.
I had almost forgotten what I need to know.

So, this was the election. No blue tidal wave
Washing over the bitter-hearted bigotry
Did occur as expected by those who held hope
That we had evolved somewhat. All non-whites will cope
With a system imperfect. I personally
Am assured of its power to harm and enslave.

Doctor King had a dream once while quite wide awake.
Some folk will not forget that. It was the last straw.
Quite a chunk of this nation is racist indeed.
No longer I’ll pretend that I don’t have the need
To rely on raw instinct. I won’t hem and haw
To myself about ideals that are a heartache.

Be Aware Of Manipulations

Look Closer

Insecure is the feeling prevailing among
Citizens of the nation this election day.
The past four years have seemed like a decade or more.
The uncertainty comes from what happened before.
We expected an outcome that would go our way
But into utter darkness the country was flung.

Powerful the subconscious is in times of need.
All the human collective is at full alert
For the kinds of deception that keep taking place.
Is it fair to say that it is all about race?
It’s much more about feelings and how they get hurt
At the hands of the wicked few fettered by greed.

Powerful negative emotions harbor some.
Here and there may be skirmishes heated and raw
To the sense of civility most demonstrate.
The last time, I was saddened, but I didn’t hate.
So, there is a dichotomy. But for the law,
Rampant mayhem would ensue and all would succumb.

Being uncompromising and rigidly tied
To one’s choice ideology is not the way
To win friends and influence folks if that’s the goal.
Or perhaps some would rather retain the dark soul.
Either way, for the many, this is a bright day –
One in which we recover our national pride.

Woman In Manland

Archetypal Crusader

Fairy-Tale-Like realities sometimes include
A fair damsel distressed and stagnated in place
Among manhood established as absolute law.
Naturally powerful women with chutzpah
Have begun self-deprogramming female disgrace
All women through old systems have wrongly accrued.

Those who set good example – the ones like Colette
Are prepared to make noteworthy accomplishments
In the fields of endeavor in life they’ve chosen.
Things are more difficult for women than for men
In the land where the man rules as woman resents.
Being tough like a man is a bitter asset.

Yet, Colette handles circumstances with finesse
And the grace of a woman with self-confidence.
She can be tough as nails on people she first meets.
Underneath the harshness a warm, gentle heart beats.
So, in time folks adjust and don’t take much offense.
Keeping both natures balanced leads to her success.

Transforming most antiquated systems to where
Your dreams are manifested is the thing you do
To the peak of perfection. There is such a thing.
It’s been in hibernation. Not waiting ‘til spring,
Time is now to take action in waves that are blue
And true to sacred principles most of us share.

Proud Boys

The Compulsion To Serve

Danger lurks in the ocean deep. Everyone knows
That all species genetically aren’t the same
Yet all are in one water and breathe using gills.
A few fish are aggressive. Prevailing cheap thrills
Motivate their compulsions. They prey without shame
Upon everyone’s freedoms. There arrogance shows.

Life must have been too difficult coming of age
Having suckled on hatred and rigid belief
That all fish are not equal… some must be put down
And kept there for eternity. They are renown
For the redeclaration of bigoted grief.
Therapy for such schools should become center stage.

I’m afraid in this ocean. Though I am not lost
Still I am brightly colored and proud to be so.
Someone once called me ‘boy,’ and I took great offense.
Many scores have passed since then. Today it makes sense
To detach from this drama. The coming shit show
When the orange turd is flushed I’ll avoid at all cost.

I am glad I have shelter and relative ease.
Monitors of elections we need from outside.
Scale the rim of our toilet to keep a sharp eye.
Since we are third-world-like, what we need is a fly
On the wall that ain’t paid for by colored folk pride
To ensure there’s no cheating through their expertise.

Beauty And Grace

Artistically Confident

Providing muchly needed assistance, you choose
Assignments in which you can be at your darned best.
Spirited and attractive, you enlist allies
With your warm heart and confidence. Petite in size,
Conquering challenges is to you no contest.
You’ve been gifted by nature to charm and enthuse.

Your concern for appearance may be a bit much
But you make up for that by not being shallow.
Eager to impress you are the ones that you know
From loved ones to your colleagues. The cause of your glow
Is the love pouring through you. Indeed it does show.
Things become a lot better because of your touch.

With a taste for adventure, you take special pride
In the work that you’re doing. Your sense of duty
Is as strong as a soldier’s. The care that you take
Orchestrating your rescues is nothing to shake
Any stick at. Your courage others clearly see,
And they’re fully empowered with you as their guide.

So, you are quite a lady, as young as you are.
Royalty is your essence. In elegant style,
You’re a true superhero. The gift you bestow
Upon young human ladies is that they must go
For the freedom God gave them to voice their denial
Of sclerotic old systems that have gone too far.

A Self-Assertive Mood

Taking Life On

Going best with a big head, a bigger ego
Brings a boost to self-confidence, vitality,
And feeling generally on top of the world.
When good luck is a knob that is righteously knurled
Every nice guy and gal who, assertive like me,
Shows the world what to look at and what it should know.

The influence is extremely favorable
That I have over others, and they over me.
Back and forth energy bounces and becomes more
Which maintains my position and keeps high my score.
Backing down is no option, so effectively
I can feign some stupidity yet I’m guileful.

Solving problems creatively is an instinct
That is used when it’s necessary to get done
What we all should be doing to make the world right.
I will rattle your cage, but don’t get too uptight.
I will finish whatever job I have begun.
Differences among us are rather distinct.

Without upsetting others to lethal degree
That may cause disillusion of relative peace,
One can usher awakening to a new dawn
Where the sharing of good is what life depends on
And the crafting of evil will greatly decrease.
Bursting out with excitement is simply a plea.

Celebration

Insurmountable Joy

New beginnings in fashion cyclic and ornate
Are for people to celebrate good times ahead
That have now begun happening. Now is to cheer
In a loud enough manner to dissipate fear.
When the masses are ready to rise from the dead
Ways of old to rebirth, then there’s no time to wait.

I’m less likely to hold back a word that I write.
History is a fractal of which I’m a part.
Languages of all nations and peoples worldwide
Have our passion in common. Can that be denied
By the spirit that moves us to speak from the heart?
Hell has been brought upon us. The future is bright.

I receive impulses from within how I feel,
Who I am, and what keeps me still wanting to live
Quite in spite of the struggle to see the beauty
In the nature of ugliness so that I’ll be
In a place where I better can learn to forgive.
In this way I can go for the lofty ideal.

In the reconnecting to the theme central to
The awakened identity, one can embrace
The unknown with compassion by infinite grace.
To ensure the survival of our human race
Can we do without hatred? We’re in the right place
For a grand Celebration for what we’ve been through.

A Pleasant Time

Peace And Harmony

Memories of my childhood, as time takes its toll
On my humble existence, come frequently now.
Luckily, most are pleasant. I long for those times.
Mine before me were victims of horrendous crimes
Against non-white humanity. Can I know how
History of my troubled race can make me whole?

No, it can’t. It’s a drama that will see no end
Through lifetimes of evolving yet at a snail’s pace.
Generations will gather the wheat with the chaff
From the ones come before them. This odd epitaph
Is inscribed in behavior that none should embrace.
It remains something experts cannot comprehend.

Being with others is proper social hygiene…
At least way back some time ago… I can’t recall.
But I do know what I’ve known since I don’t know when
That A Pleasant Time surely will come once again.
Expectation, this turn around, is far from small.
Common sense shall instruct us to keep the shit clean.

To hang out and relax with family and friends
Is tradition most sacred, time honored, and true
To the heart’s recollection of love and of peace.
I look forward to seeing world morale increase.
I have one urgent duty, and I’ll follow through.
Blocks to my memories only action transcends.

Cooperation

The Act of Survival

Who I am and my purpose for being on earth
Is the knowledge received pondering while alone.
Exploration of oneself brings strength to the soul,
But to reach out to others in love is the goal.
Others’ selves are as mine, as true science has shown,
And the ways we are different calls for our mirth.

People coming together to act as one force
Is an ideal outdated. Inundated so
With obtuse innuendo, The Dream is on hold
‘Til the general cleansing about to unfold.
 In Cooperation, and with all that we know,
We’ll return to some governance most can endorse.

Ancient systems dissolving are those of perverse
Patriarchal imperial supremacy…
And, of course, that means white men. The colored ones are
To be kept in their places, which are very far
From the levels reserved for the powers that be
In control of perceptions and making life worse.

We The People United and ready for change
Have ourselves to believe in. Each one is a voice
Come of age in seclusion, now ready to shout
With a loudness invincible and little doubt
That our rights aren’t for barter or proxy by choice.
Madness had become normal. It’s now more than strange.

Taking A Stand

Individual Indignation

Convincing someone to get excited today
Is the mind’s occupation. It finds no relief
Until fire is ignited under someone’s ass.
…Or I could use it to create content of class.
May it show just the same force as my strong belief
In the freedom of speaking. Do hear what I say.

In no need for an argument, must I defend
My position with vigor, expecting defeat?
Vehemence is successful in love and in sport,
But regarding diplomacy, does it fall short
In achieving the purpose of hitting the street
(As it were) through my writing? All that must depend.

 But on what? …social standing and search engine rank?
I know not yet the network of earning my place
As my digital dick width is morbidly small.
Virtual is the nature of my own brick wall.
All of we who commune in a psychic embrace
Share the ill-expressed knowing. Our true selves we thank.

 With alertness, intent communication flows
As the intricate clockwork of all that takes place
In the vast world around me performs its own dance.
I can verbalize any bizarre circumstance
In aesthetic attunement to infinite grace
By providing what spirit through me must disclose.

Father And Son

Parentally Accomplished

Out-of-the-ordinary experiences
Are the kind between father and chip off the block
Of an ace among chickens. Upright and sincere,
Older one guides with wisdom to mitigate fear
In the little one who causes others to squawk
And devolve into chaos and foolish choices.

Learning to be responsible from an expert
Who is close and available blesses the two.
Giving each to the other the means to relate
Is the bliss of existence as feelings conflate
So that misunderstanding cannot continue
Even as Oakey Oaks is at highest alert.

Creatures hatch their insanity all on their own
With the least effort spent and unconsciously so.
Inappropriate coalescing psychoses
Form a viral contagion of lethal disease.
Trusting when there’s no reason to helps us to grow
Into kinder folk as good example is shown.

Taking life as it comes at one time at a day
In the firmness of knowing in what I believe
Is a worthwhile endeavor. Encounters occur
That may not be what I at my best would prefer.
It may be natural for me to misconceive
But to also engage it with little dismay.

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.

News From The Psyche

Subconscious Knowledge

Positive and creative is growth overall,
And my soul’s evolution I see as profound
With experience suited to draw my concern
To a life more rewarding. No longer I yearn
For what pleases most others and keeps them spellbound.
The emotions pervading me are nothing small.

Satisfaction I no longer have for suspense
Of a devious nature that’s meant to control
My free will and behavior to meet the soiled needs
Of the beast ever present whose most evil deeds
Are the acts of the devil who lives in each soul.
I can find fulfillment where it makes the most sense.

Logic and intuition become true allies.
As the News From The Psyche, presented to each,
Is absorbed and processed, much more understanding
  Of myself and of others is most exciting.
There’s no urgent conclusion that I need to reach.
Therein lies simple truth that could make me more wise.

Conscious workings of habits subconscious and firm
And the unconscious patterns that misrepresent
Who I am at my best, I spend much time on now.
Pre-reviewing of my colored life I allow
For those here now and in spirit with the intent
Simply to entertain folk and not make them squirm.

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.

Smoke And Mirrors

The Never Ending Illusion

Need one go to the devil or just sit in place
And observe what is happening on some device?
Satan has made his presence for those who believe
That personified evil will grant no reprieve
From the ongoing nightmare. It doesn’t think twice
All at once of supremacy for the white race.

Not perceived in the darkness and stale, misty haze
Is a stage even blacker. The psychic ink hole
Draws those near it into it. Their certain demise
Comes to everyone else but them not a surprise.
What is feared may be known is the hate in its soul
As expressed through its armies prepared for ‘last days.’

We can see not the drama in true light of day.
Everything made mysterious, all that is shown
Is appended illusion to make the shell game
Just a bit more spectacular – and there’s no shame.
Those who dare rewrite history, let it be known
That you, as the minority, won’t get your way.

Naïve are not the hated who manage their fear
On a day-to-day basis. The madness may come
Unexpectedly swiftly. My life is worth less
Since this demon stole office. I can’t second guess
What the wild have conspired by the beat of his drum.
Will I be any safer when this stage is clear?

Creative Centralization

Gathering the Harvest

Transmutation of fruits of experience past
Into realizations claims purpose like seed.
Eternal Creative Spirit Centered Within
Is fulfillment of consciousness. When to begin
A new cycle is always according to need
To repolarize energies caught in contrast.

New beginnings are cyclic. Each one that occurs
Is a part of the rhythm that everything makes.
The new order approaching is eagerly shared
By the tribe who are now more than fully prepared
To partake of the harvest. Excitement outbreaks
Shall erupt due to justice for our saboteurs.

Unsustainable cycles in time lose their strength
And will dampen completely when left to die out.
Ones that must be kept going are those that can grow
In the earth made abundant where freedom can flow.
Now, that milk-honey mixture does leave me some doubt.
It appears that it has much too great a wavelength.

 I’m not that big on dairy… but back to my point…
Those who share aspirations and see the same signs
Had begun joining forces toward something worthwhile
To ensure all return to a saner lifestyle
In a wholistic garden where spirit defines
The same care for our welfare nature does anoint.

Agent Of Petulance

Business The Hut

When things need to get done is when I’m at my best
…Or my worst depending on which team you work for.
Keep your business in order as I do my own
Which is yours and all others’. I’m best left alone.
Any kind of behavior I simply abhor.
If you happen to be nice, well… I’m not impressed.

There’s one right way to do things. All others are wrong
And a meaning to method that paperwork makes
Is all that I adhere to. My hard earned success
Is a study in torment at cleaning up mess
And chastising anyone for making mistakes.
Keep your nose to the grindstone and we’ll get along.

Empathy I have somewhere. It’s locked in a place
In a top secret chamber so others can’t reach.
This is for my protection. My guard, if left down,
May cause me to get silly and invert my frown.
I’m the Agent Of Petulance. I’m here to teach
Discipline in a manner unfettered by grace.

Secret Agents need cover, as all monsters do.
If your organization has not a code name,
You may be violating your right to exist
Then I’d have to demand that you cease and desist
In the newest york minute with no hint of shame.
Always watching… Always…I’ve much work to tend to.

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.

Root Knowledge

Ancient Wisdom

When the crisis is over, what then must take place
Is to seek realignment. Renewed consciousness
Is primordial revelation of the things
That will bring about peace wherein true freedom rings.
Tapping deeply into our nature, we access
Understanding sufficient for healing our race.

Revolution is ugly, as it reflects vice
On the grandest of order. With all up in arms
About what we’re becoming, reliance on hope
Is a dance of neurosis upon a tightrope
That has lost half its tautness. Our spirit it harms.
Tyranny controls souls at an ominous price.

  We believe it is happening only because
Of whatever conspiracy theory fits well.
Nonetheless, we’re in trouble – the worst ever known.
Now that there’s a good chance that the wicked be thrown
To the demos of justice, the emergent spell
Cast upon us is reason for heartfelt applause.

With the focus undeviating and direct
To the point of our purpose and what we stand for,
We can implement change for the better in pride
For maintaining commitment all through the hell ride.
I can be more than hopeful for what is in store
For a people who will once again know respect.

The Power Of Will

The Audacity Of Belief

Challenging obsolescent patterns or order
Is a thing most important. But how is this done?
Relentless are the forces of powers at play
To maintain the condition of utter dismay.
There are but few defenses. What if there were none?
Hell would then become normal as some would prefer.

But there has been an answer well within our reach.
Slumber had taken over a long time ago.
An awakening process is now taking place.
We’ve been struggling for eons with issues of race,
Yet with all of that drama, to nurture the woe
Is the choice that too many are willing to preach.

With the onset of healing I am given hope
That belief in the conscience may come back in style.
Sounding clearly nostalgic, I long for the days
When our neighbors worldwide would regard us with praise.
More will come that still more there will be to revile
As supporters consider the best place to grope.

Transformation is eminent. Change is secure
As the mode of expression of things human made.
Our fragile institutions need some overhaul.
Though the task must be done, it indeed isn’t small.
Everyone with a conscience will need to persuade
All who are on the fence that they’re surely unsure.

Refinement

Elegance in Social Grace

As the standards of excellence are for display
To perpetuate honor, slowly we evolve
Into creatures of spirit in touch with the earth.
Cultural is the ritual given much worth.
There remains, though, an inherent problem to solve
Since not all in the kingdom can have their own way.

Spirit foremost we are, yet while here in costume,
Acting out scripted roles from an encumbered past
Leads directly to discord and social unrest.
Why on earth would those of spirit want to protest?
Trickle down discontentment does fuel the outcast
Upon this smoke filled stage and without breathing room.

The profane and the sacred combine into one
Catastrophic enigma of leadership lost
In the sake of tradition’s enticing black hole
At the center of self as the means to control
Rights and freedoms of others at tremendous cost
To the growth of the kingdom far in the long run.

Formalism is meaningless and obsolete,
On the one hand, if guidance from spirit is nil.
Yet, the kingdom will break down if it’s not observed.
Structure and wise procedure may keep it preserved
Not by unconscious governance nor force of will
But by caring enough to condemn blind conceit.

Public Recognition

Rising Hope

Public service is honored upon the release
Of the good servant’s spirit from this world’s affairs.
They receive recognition for what they have done
Above and beyond duty with selfishness none.
Destiny, when fulfilled here, continues upstairs
(In a manner of speaking). They then work in peace.

Societal acknowledgement of work well done
For their deeds of endearment to courage unbound
Is deemed as most appropriate for paying due
To heroic achievement. The acts of a few
Who have fought the good fight in this harsh battleground
Will continue. The time for much growth has begun.

Archetypes that ensoul public office provide
Most unique frames of references to the heart
That can feel people’s voices and sense what we need
In apparent confusion. The work will proceed,
As had been long before planned, if I do my part
To become of their memory someone with pride.

Ever near to completion, the work we’re assigned
While exploring the lifespan, is passed on to those
Who’ve been shown strength and courage. It’s up to us now
To demand what is just, as our freedoms allow.
Democracy has been given a bloody nose.
Can one ever forget that unless one is blind?

Agency Advocate

Enigmatic Assistance

He remains confidential and private to all
But the most enigmatic of creatures unknown.
No one knows much about him. A government man,
He’s been working since civilization began,
And his matter-of-factness cuts right to the bone.
For The Agency, this man is always on call.

Sensible and proficient in every detail,
He can be sympathetic, in difficult times,
When mayhem and disorder take over our wills.
As an able detective his service fulfills
Those who venerate safety and justice for crimes.
Evil cannot escape when he’s dead on its trail.

So, respect he enjoys among community.
Realizing his import in daily affairs,
They rely on his honest, straightforward approach
To resolving tough issues as fear may encroach
Upon sensible discourse. They see that he cares
For the welfare of others and with loyalty.

Advocates of The Agency help me get through.
Sinister are the workings profusely afoot.
For the sake of projection we take what is real
To produce entertainment to match the ideal.
For a fresh understanding I’m never hard put.
Always open I am to what more I could do.

The Good Doctor

A Pillar of Society

One connected to earth’s energy is most wise
And a positive influence in people’s lives.
Her responsible nature comforts and protects.
Everyone whom she services love and respects
Her knowledge and benevolence. Each of us thrives.
Respect for Mother Nature she’ll always advise.

Keeping folk fit and healthy comes naturally
To the one who gives counsel. The warmth of her heart
Brings about inspiration to all in much need
Of a boost to the spirit. Her job is to lead.
No one can disagree that she plays well her part
In our world’s evolution. That’s easy to see.

Well-known in the community, she knows her place
Which is right at the center of all our affairs.
Striking up a good friendship with folk about town
Provides just the right medicine for one who’s down.
We appreciate greatly a doctor who cares
For the welfare of others with loving embrace.

There are some unsung heroes who like it that way.
They prefer not to be in the blinding starlight.
Rather they proceed casually and with pride
Among their local public. The Will To Provide
In the spirit of love makes one’s vision more bright.
Character is what good leaders often display.

Nobility

Righteous Royalty

Ritual is of spirit. Spiritual, then,
Is the spirit of ritual and divine right.
Our ancestral achievements are our coat of arms.
Images are symbolic when taken as charms
That bestow noble blessing. Freedom is a fight
That must be fought in earnest lest we fail again.

Most exalted in character, royalty comes
With elongated history of noble rule.
Open winged and protected, no one is outside.
Integration of egos solidifies pride
In one effort united. A blended whirlpool
Of the best of our talents is what beats our drums.

Higher Office in spirit directs what I know
In my past, all the pain that I’ve caused out of fear.
As compared to my good deeds, I can think of none.
But I sense I’m not hopeless, and my work ain’t done.
I’ll pay off karma faster as I remain here.
I reflect well my nation, so how can I glow?

Leadership is genetic. The whole human race
Has its lifeforce at stake in how we get along.
Anyone can be human. The stretch is minute.
One who rules by the heart is profoundly astute
In the ways of The People who then are made strong.
It is not without wonder that I know my place.

Everyone Has A Voice

Trust in your worthiness to speak.

Everyone has a wonderful song in their heart…
Even those with a weak voice and those hurt by hate.
Those who can sing a good song are here to uplift
Anyone who is down. Your own voice is a gift
To be shared with the world. You are not here by fate.
Each of us is unique, and we all play a part.

 You may know of my story. We toys all agree
That helping one another is the only way.
There’s no other alternative but to make fear
Our main source of fulfillment. Why live the austere
When we’re all here to cherish those with whom we play?
If your squeaker is broken I’m the one to see.

Toys of flesh live in turmoil. In times of distress,
Only those without honor would let it go on.
But, in fact, toys have rights… even ones who have souls.
Sing a song of excitement and one that cajoles
Every fiber of life to look toward the new dawn.
There’s no reason to stress. Just engage the process.

I am nervous by nature, but I do maintain
There are times best for speaking out with a loud voice
In a manner most unified as is our strength.
Those who hold us hostage will go to any length
To keep hope in a stranglehold There is no choice
But to do what is needed to rid us of pain.

Petulant Of Persona

Fire Starter

Easily there is conflict to find everywhere.
For the one who is looking, potential is ripe
For creating a firestorm so hate can be heard
And felt deep in the soul. When emotions are stirred
By complex fabrications and poorly brewed hype
Then the crowd agitated acts out in despair.

Everyone with an ego, in one of two ways
It can be used – in fear, or in doing some good.
It is by choice we each find a path to engage.
Acrid actors are destined to burn down the stage
In irrational outrage. Like dry kindling wood
Those who choose to burn hot will set themselves ablaze.

Idleness fuels distractions of heated content.
Reinforcing delusion delights by the day
And by night, holy terror is set to be laid.
Under cover of darkness hate crime will be paid
To unfortunate ones who they’ve deemed as their prey.
There’s no getting through to those who live to foment.

What they do in their day jobs is just a backdrop
And a means of survival… not quite a career.
Simple minds, meager lifestyles, and bigotry are
Attributes of the ones who rip open the scar
With an insane agenda to elevate fear
To a thing to be proud of. How soon will it stop?

Unforeseen Man Effect

Unexpected Outcomes

Just a bit out of kilter with cause and effect,
I’m completely irrational. As I behave,
Unforeseen consequences betray my intent.
If I know what might happen why can’t that prevent
The chaos and calamity, as if I crave
Inconvenient surprises? I fail to expect.

Like a bolt of blue lightning, a flash of insight
To my head does a number on what was just thought.
Energized, then, the new ones branch far out of reach
Of my will to restrain them as well as my speech,
Out of fear that by some mind reader I’ll be caught.
I mean harm to no one, but does this make it right?

I can stretch a good sudden as if it were made
Of the silliest putty the mind can conceive.
With supreme elasticity instants expand
So that I can respect them as objects most grand
To the tale that a bone from a man became Eve.
To release me from bullshit, I’m on a crusade.

Arrogance does become me. I’ll not let it show.
Like all gentle young ladies I’ll fake a back seat.
Side effects of behaviors I will not express
Nor my number one purpose for being, unless
It will cause a disruption or maybe defeat
Of the primary cause of our failure to grow.

Mothers Of Civilization

Infinite Mother

What is known as heretical is to believe
In reality rather than male fairy tales.
Temples, churches, and synagogues lead all astray
By insisting that women have weak roles to play
In the scheme of existence. The fiction prevails.
We know not of divinity so we deceive.

Revenge served through deception for eons of years
Is the wave of oppression transmitted worldwide.
When programmed not to question the slightest of bull,
Consciousness on the large scale is injected full
Of contempt for the feminine to boost male pride.
Threats of psychic damnation exacerbate fears.

 Man emerges from woman and not the reverse.
Holy books are a menace to natural law
And perverse in their imagery. Faith that is blind
Is the hostage of sanity and when combined
With the need for ‘salvation,’ in hope we withdraw
To the alien conscience as life becomes worse.

What man brings to the table woman puts to use
To perform her pure magic. This act is divine!
But she’s called the receptacle of the man’s seed
Which is not gold but data spewed out of raw need
To connect with the woman… or else, sit and whine.
Woman Is The Damned Table able to produce.

Justice Matters

Emergence of the Feminine

It will all soon be over. Injustice has reigned
For what seems like forever. Salvation is near.
What we have been experiencing for so long
Is not right. We The People together are strong.
Governance by the implementation of fear
Is a proven disaster where strife is sustained.

We all know Justice Matters. For granted we take
That those in higher office abide by the law.
History indicates that we’re vain and naïve
To our own human nature. We want to believe
That our leaders elected are absent of flaw.
After this big mistake we are widely awake.

Brilliant women of power no longer sit still
And submissive to colleagues. The change taking place
Will play out rather nicely for citizens all.
We as individuals will stop feeling small
And unworthy if we are not of the white race.
Leadership is the nature of feminine skill.

A collection of women on Fifth Avenue
Could grab him by the balls. I would not do a thing
Except cheer with excitement for all the abused.
And the crime of the grabbers is widely excused
In the spirit of freedom from one lame dick king.
He who needs a good groping shall soon get his due.

Beliefs And Prejudices

Examine Your Attitudes

Thoughts are swayed by my moods… or maybe the reverse.
Finding out exactly how I feel about both
My ideas and emotions would be to my good.
My subconscious compulsions may be understood
If I come to conclusions that lead to my growth.
Then the time spent is worthwhile. Nothing becomes worse.

One would think it most impossible to root out
The collection of prejudices that have been
Built up over a lifetime. But if it is tried
There is truth universal that can’t be denied.
It may be hard to do in a world ruled by men.
The emergence of women is now beyond doubt.

“Get in touch with your feelings.” I’ve heard that before.
Had it made enough sense then as it does today?
 “Keep your head on your shoulders.” …because up the ass
Represents what we stand for? A house made of glass
From which to hurl hypocrisy. Is this our way?
Times of change for the better we cannot ignore.

 The alignment of mind and heart helps with the task
Of releasing the blockage to natural peace.
As assessment is made through commingling of each.
Happiness and enlightenment is within reach.
If I have such an outlook, will all problems cease?
Surely not, but at least, I’ve the gumption to ask.

Persuasive Forces

The Poison Of Gossip

Clues are ripe for the picking effortlessly so
One need not even reach. They just find their right place
In the frail mental basket that leaks in the sea
Of the fertile subconscious half full of spilt tea.
The alarm must be sounded to wake up our race
Toward the war of extinction. Here’s what you must know:

Conquerors of the world all throughout history
(…The one white men are used to) had pearly white skin.
Therefore we are superior and we should rule.
May all others beneath us become our footstool.
We know killing off niggers is no mortal sin
And when we’re all united, most lethal we’ll be.

Getting to the false bottom in any dark well
Must be done in pure blindness. The blackness obscures
Bits of truth that may be caught adrift in the wake
Of the current of restlessness. What is at stake
Is our mistake supremacy. Hatred ensures
That we’re not of the kind to do lynchings and tell.

The profoundly effective ideology
Doesn’t have all that much to cause harm on its own.
What it takes is repeating and keep it hot.
Tension must not die out ‘til we get what we ought.
While embroiled in the struggle, you are not alone.
All we morbid souls earthbound were meant to agree.

Cruising For Bruising

In The Mood For Battle

Punching bags are for sissies. I want to kick ass!
With my words and with muscle of might I command
Anyone of you who thinks you can take me on.
I believe in commotion. Pleasantry begone!
The fine Art of the Bruise is what I understand
And my cruising for just that is par for my class.

When fueled up on conspiracy and the right news
All the hatred within me, like wildfires out west,
Uncontrollably burns. And with billowing smoke
I inflict irritation… enough to provoke
Armageddon or some homegrown fishing conquest.
I am easy for fascist dictators to use.

Intellect I have not, yet I’m sharp and direct
With sclerotic opinions, half-truths, and plain lies.
I’ll convince a few people that I have some wit
All with outrageous theories and heated bullshit.
I’ll admit not that my biggest fear are the wise.
My brute force doesn’t phase them. It has no effect.

To intimidate others I take the fine lead
Of the word’s perfect model. Stagnation of heart
In a cesspool of selfishness dictates to me
Through his high public office just what I must see.
In my humble opinion, the man is quite smart.
His suggestion to act out is all that I need.

Repair Works

Wanting Power To Make Changes

Any system quite broken by constant abuse
Everyday for a long time needs urgent repair.
People eager and qualified to do just that
Now prepare for the challenge of moral combat.
Their support is akin to the rockets with glare
That we haven’t had sight of since hell was let loose.

Radical are the changes that need to be made
To malfunctioning structures that have been in place
For too long and were implemented from abroad.
History will devote much to this era’s fraud
Running foot loose and rampant. What utter disgrace
Is a sodomized country consumed by charade.

When in contact with criminals folk become ill
And receptive to logic that elevates crime
To a complex fecality meant to portray
Every act as benign. What a price they must pay
For the harm done to so many in a short time.
What will be returned to us is our civil will.

Time for digging beneath the fake surface has come.
Fairly soon the illusion dissolves into dust.
And the focus on issues of human concern
Elevates the Repair Works that we may return
To a functioning freedom in genuine trust
That we’ll never return to what we’ve survived from.

Business Communication

Social Intercourse

Social life and community all taking place
In a healthy environment under fine rule
Is inherently well. The business it creates
Is a boon to the welfare of all fifty states.
When the nation is no longer run by a fool
We’ll be free once again but with hell to erase.

Approaching one’s authorities to seek a raise
Brings a chill to the mindset. What leadership shows
Now is that only by deception one achieves
While within the subconscious the true self receives
Information contrary to what an ass knows
From a selfish commercial that gushes false praise.

Important is communication among we
With the threat to our voices approaching head on.
Will there be a collision between wrong and right?
What we can do is speak to our full heart’s delight
About what can take place when the asshole is gone.
Resurrection is eminent as it should be.

Notwithstanding my status and station, I’m armed
To the teeth with an intellect sharper than most,
And with some understanding of how evil works
When allowed to run rampant among ruling jerks,
And a passion for living a life I can toast
In a land where democracy cannot be harmed.

Uncomfortable Questions

Reactive Thinking

When a black man is shot seven times in the back
Is it only good luck for the bigoted ones?
Is collateral benefit granted also
To the yet uninfected who witness a show
Of extreme force unwarranted? Have police guns
Replaced nooses in essence as legal attack?

Bias is a continuum. Slow in its growth
Over decades of nurturing, what is believed
Is what’s impressed upon us from those we’re around.
Folks don’t just up and act out. We tend to expound
On our internal programming. What is perceived
Is too much for the shrunken heart. Hate becomes oath.

How greater is reality over the tales
Interwoven in consciousness carelessly led
Into playing it small in the ultimate game?
Questions to many answers befall us in shame.
Ignorance is pandemic in that it’s widespread.
Is it hard to predict which allegiance prevails?

By which part of the problem do I feel enslaved
As I watch others like me because of my race
Become victims of violence from angry men?
What’s been ripped from my heart, can I have it again?
There are so many questions others will not face
Nor myself anymore lest I’m rendered depraved.