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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.

If The Message Is Love

A Call To Heart

If the message is making something great again
What’s implicitly stated is something is wrong
Perpetrated by those of the bad other side.
Citizens stick by their sides and with heated pride.
Differing ideologies can’t make us strong.
It has never occurred. We know not if or when…

In a spirit of compromise some of us speak
Of what we’ve steered away from in these past few years.
It’s so nice to remember that there are those who
With good ethical values perceive what they do
As a karmic directive. I long for the cheers
Internationally for the love that we seek.

If the words of a leader are meant to divide
And collapse our democracy, can this be right?
Freedom has gone asunder. There’s no rule of law
As the assets of Russia exploit every flaw
In this nation’s foundation. There is hope despite
All the current calamity and perverse pride.

If the message is hope We The People return
To a fresh stable governance, what must be done
To support reemergence of relative peace
Is to vote in huge numbers that it will decrease
The effect of outside interference so none
But our own get to manage what is our concern.

In Charge

Commander In Chief

The portrait of a tyrant who thinks he is king
Is complete with an ego of shiny fool’s gold.
Everyone who works for him does so under stress.
Why he treats others badly is anyone’s guess.
He expects them to silently do as they’re told.
Warmth and loving compassion are just not his thing.

Everyone under his rule knows who is In Charge
Of dispensing delusion, darkness, and dismay.
When one is self-important and feels for no one
But oneself, then there’s much work that needs to be done
To redeem any virtue that was cast away.
Image is not an attribute meant to be large.

Lessons come to the student when he is in need
Of internal adjustment toward ethical ways.
They will range in severity according to
How well they are accepted. The thing one must do
Is identify teachers and give them due praise.
If perceived as the enemy, one can’t proceed.

The return to humanity comes with regard
To the interconnectedness felt among we
Who are all here a brief while in physical form.
When the heart has gone cold, only love makes it warm.
In the end, a new story the changed one will see.
If one stays as an animal, life remains hard.

Introduction To The Noose

Integral Control of the Soul

Thirteen cards has a quarter deck made of four suits.
Diamonds, spades, hearts, and clubs form a motley wardrobe
That will integrate hate into our poker game.
Straighter faces, though evil, appear to be tame.
History of our ugliness we fear to probe.
We now see reemergence of our founding roots.

Two of four suits are black, and the others are red.
Private checkerboard patterns persist in our minds
Through the heart’s misperception of how things should be.
Violent is the behavior of those who aren’t free
From their own inner demons and hurts of all kinds.
One who thinks of the noose wishes some black one dead.

Every suit has its ‘face’ cards. The ones at the top
Of societal structure take pride in great wealth
While the numbered remainder remain unfulfilled
And the worst in the deck are the faceless unskilled
Who will die before others because of ill health.
Money placates the pain, but it can’t make it stop.

Thirteen colonies became the United States.
Numbers are of significance when hands are dealt
In the dark of deception to keep others bound
By the systems of terror. How bitter the sound
Of the loud mental chanting that hits below belt.
Every nation shows off through the people it hates.

Considerable Credit

Strength Of Spirit

Most effective reforms in professional life
Come with planning and effort throughout the long haul.
Energy to achieve goals may not be enough.
Often getting ahead means one has to get tough.
Superheros, when female and seemingly small,
Clarify the executive role of the wife.

  As opposed to the housewife and field wife there are
Wives of infinite feather. Prepare for the breed
Who no longer feel threatened nor held firm in place.
Women are more evolved among the human race.
A new heart centered governance shall intercede
So that we begin healing the deep ugly scar.

What indeed am I saying? Am I not a man
With no scant inclination to other than straight
From the big book of manhood? It is a delight
To admit what is truthful. What is wrong from right
Becomes clearer with each passing moment. The fate
Of the current establishment is now our plan.

The innate social nature is common to all.
Our survival depends on how we get along
And how healthy we are as a unified whole.
Female leadership is more in touch with the soul
And the heart of a nation. Could this be so wrong?
If it halts our extinction it is our best call.

Narcissistic Wound

The Disgraceful Departure

Quite by now the pathetic will exit stage left.
What has been has been boring with news of the same
Tale of crime and deception. What’s now come at last
Is a time to recover from our troubled past.
One who’s run out of rage sees the coming end game
Still not knowing the nature of why he’s bereft.

The wound is to the image blown to grotesque size
And the sense of entitlement too can be seen
As a lethal life weapon to discharge at will
To whoever opposes the self-centered thrill
That romances the tyrant who is often mean.
Difficult is the healing of damaging lies.

Within normal behavior no dark choice was made
By the populous nation to fulfill the dream
Of one with mental illness and character flaws.
That he sees change is coming is cause for applause
And a party complete with some cake and ice cream.
I have suffered for years but now he is afraid.

Should I point out the symptoms or simply rejoice
In the upcoming let down about to take place?
I do not derive pleasure in seeing the pain
Of someone who has harmed me. There’s much more to gain
By observing life lessons that others must face.
Most mindsets and behaviors are altered by choice.

Goddess Pee Tea

Exotic Devotion

In the realm of The Goddess no human resides
Unless washed by the waters of infinite grace
Whereupon they become saturated in love.
They return to the earth plane in dampness thereof
To proclaim their allegiance and keep a straight face
Among those who, in dryness, avoid loving tides.

Giving guidance to mankind is nature’s last call
To the race in a rat race to spring its own trap
By devices most cheesy with dankness of smell
Like the one that’s maintained for the waste water well.
We’d eliminate dryness if we gave a crap
For magnificent moisture for one and for all.

We must get enough water if we’re to survive
And we must have it daily. There’s no other way
For the body to function at its proper peak.
To believe in The Goddess need one be a freak?
Or is that just a side effect meant to display
Her intent to format the internal hard drive?

Drinking pee from The Goddess sounds rather perverse.
Any context imaginable by the one
With no sense of abandon may be hard to see.
The Goddess has no body, so drinking her pee
Is some mystical weirdness extracted from fun
And presented in jest as a cognitive curse.

Where within all the bleakness does one find relief
From the damned daily deluge of drama deranged?
Dark delusions delivered do dampen our days.
Pretty soon we’ll be dancing and giving up praise.
May the power of pussy restore the estranged
Through the magic of wetness in female belief.

Social And Professional Standing

The Horizontal Ladder

We rejoice when we see there’s a viable team
Who will work with integrity. Virtue Is Strength!
The psychotic reality now steps aside
For the best of our nature to take on with pride
Cleaning up the disaster. So now, to what length
Will the evil one stoop to secure his regime?

Minions quake in their britches as truth filters in
And with slowness sufficient to ruthlessly clear
All the webs of corruption and moral deceit
That their souls had collected. Their coming defeat
Arouses celebration. Street dancing and cheer
In great magnitude worldwide bursts forth from within.

 I believe in real people – not pumped up balloons
That are pampered in privilege and without soul
Nor connection to objective reality.
Reputations of humans may be weaponry
But they beat those of plastic with greed as their goal.
My vote cast is, in short, to get rid of buffoons.

Human standing should mean something as it once did
Way back in the ‘before time.’ How near is relief
To hear news about issues of human concern
Rather than who the tyrant has chosen to spurn?
We The People United are firm in belief
That the crime done in private will soon be unhid.

Taking The Initiative

Acting On The Decision

Is there something to do while I’m here having fun
With a whole mess of others? Then let it be shown
So at least I’ll consider the choice I should make.
It may take me some time because I’m not awake
In this dream park theater into which I’m thrown.
Tell me when my evolving is truly begun.

People’s efforts can influence how I behave.
I need not pay attention to most social cues.
I am mob-like in essence. I follow the crowd
Even if they do things that do not make me proud.
Self-assured, I have no self nor soul left to lose.
I will seek out a leader who thinks I’m a slave.

This may be what I want. For myself I can’t speak.
Give me input from others so I can relax
In the comfort of ignorance. I like beer too.
If a justice admits that to not just a few
Then it must be important for me not to tax
Myself with any virtue. Indeed I’ll stay weak.

Confidence in my courage is what I require.
I can’t get that from others. Is this making sense?
If it is, take your freedom to know who you are
On the path of becoming your own shining star.
Life is for entertainment, but at whose expense?
All it takes is believing you can self-inspire.

Immersed In Empathy

Emotional Dream World

Empathy for humanity’s seeming turmoil
Is a given among those who live and breathe air
And perhaps among spirits who’ve seen it all pass
Into cycles recurrent for our troubled mass.
It’s enough to feel something. Divine is to care
That we may find redemption. At this, some recoil.

Puzzling situations that boggle the mind
All condense into immense singularity.
And the human condition is one that I live
As its mirror reflection. What I wouldn’t give
For a relevant clue that would help me to see
Through the game life is playing! I would be more kind.

A jolt of the mysterious in every while
Is a kinder description for what is now seen
Through the eye that beholds this conundrum with awe
Of the utter viral nature of human flaw.
Can we do something like global mental hygiene?
And is there no reaction to shock but to smile?

The emotional balance I seek I may find
In the moment reluctance to fear can be caught
And the right choice is obvious. Then all makes sense…
Or, at least, what’s around me in this rather dense
Fluid of an existence while steeped in deep thought.
Maybe I could relax more my mental behind.

Personal Interchange

Digital Humanity

The expert public speaker of binary mind
Will communicate clearly. With laser-like flow,
Among mental devices which we call our brains,
Sensory is the logic the heart then explains
To oneself as a whole what all it needs to know.
Intricate is the network within we’re designed.

Speech confirms the transactions among processors
Within gray matter modules of modified light.
Information we modulate from eye to eye.
With no authentication few rules do apply.
But they are sweet and simple. Just say what feels right
Then the words spoken won’t mind if you call them yours.

To express one’s ideas and place them upon
Data busses for processing is to believe
Miracles are abundantly to one’s avail.
Since all circuits connect, there’s no way I can fail.
Personal Interchange is the web that we weave.
One who’s not in the circuit is thought to be gone!

Behaviors become rational or run awry
Due to system malfunctions and triggers of speech
That accompany breakdown and voltage severe.
All that can be decoded is runaway fear.
May this year be a lesson the future will teach
To prevent reoccurrence of what some deny.

Therapeutic Withdrawal

Inward Escape

If convincing someone that it’s not all that bad
Is the way of achieving fulfillment for some
Then the hope for that someone is in the relief
That withdrawal, though necessary, can be brief
If the time spent reveals what has made oneself glum.
In the end, it’s a choice that I make to be sad.

Magnified self-awareness in calm solitude
Guided by my own spirit connects me to all
Humankind and to nature. What more do I ask?
Perceived goodness or evil about the face mask
Is the fuel of the mass’ mindset that is small.
In repose of a viewpoint, have I become rude?

Nature is quite a puzzle. Mine is, as it were,
A one-of-a-kind jigsaw. The image is that
Of a lonely outsider – all pieces face up.
When the picture completes there’s more soul in my cup
And I know I am peaceful in my habitat.
I am no other game piece that I would prefer.

Yet, I am of this species. Its nature is mine.
All are interconnected through integral waves
Of social interaction and daily discourse.
They are also the source of much pain and remorse.
The awareness of when my involvement enslaves
Is when I take no action and seek the divine.

Not All That Obvious

Calm Beyond The Storm

Restlessness and impatience is damp in the air.
Condensation transparent on one side is seen.
Yet the temperatures, far enough in degree,
Are the reason that people are able to see
And to mark with a message. The surface between
Atmospheres opposite and abreast is our prayer.

I’m fed up with authority. I’ve seen enough.
Its deceit and corruption decay from within
While without proper sense of the people it serves.
Justice now has no meaning. Its structure deserves
Absolute demolition. Perhaps we’ll begin
A new era with folks who are more up to snuff.

 But that’s only my message. I know there are those
Who believe these are good times… or end times. To them
I would offer concurrence. Mankind is insane.
If I posed opposition not much would I gain.
I’ll propel how I feel in the form of my phlegm
Down the drain with ammonia. I long for repose.

What is felt is a nightmare. Not able to see
Through the darkness, I can but to know there is light.
Once I saw it and knew that it wasn’t a dream
Nor a government robbed by an evil regime.
It is Not All That Obvious what’s wrong from right.
All I want is a safe place where I can be me.

Realignment

Regaining Control

Who’s all for making changes that offer relief
From the hell that we suffer all due to our greed?
Don’t all answer at once. It’s a hard thing to do.
How much more has to happen before it gets through
To our weakened entranced states? How will we be freed
From the trauma befallen a nation in grief?

Questions do need some answers when lives are at stake
Even though they’re withheld as is so with a scam.
If we’re not meant to find them then we have no hope
And citizenship means that in horror we cope
With a lawless commander who can’t give a damn.
Will it be him or us first who comes wide awake?

Those who line up with evil at some point will fall
Hard and heavy like towers not built to withstand
The bulldozer of justice and popular rule.
The swamp is now a virtual Russian cesspool.
Government reflects not how a thug plays his hand
But how well the top leader will uphold the law.

There’s an art to influence – a science as well
Discerning the intentions of others is part
Of the art when the dealing done behind closed doors
Involves personal payoffs and rumors of wars.
What we need is a miracle or a new start.
In this case, they’re the same. There’s no shame as I tell.

The World As It Is

Status Quo At Its Quota

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

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

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

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

A Critical Culmination

Civil War?

Where the heat becomes rampant the red and the blue
Have become more responsive as social unrest
Takes a bite out of boredom. The forth of July
Satisfied for a short while. Big noise may be why.
Anything done with outrage and safety is stressed.
It’s one hell of a hot year. What have we to do?

Algebraic division has now taken place.
Polynomial notions pair off and take sides.
Whether they are most trivial or of some weight
Every thought is now sucked into binary fate.
Critical Culmination for one who divides
For the world is a climax delivered in grace.

Confounding limitations highlight this hot year.
Heat stroke has taken many and made them insane
To the point they’re a danger to themselves and me.
I cannot know another’s thoughts, but I can see
In their eyes a deep hatred and utter disdain.
And they don’t even know me! Is this due to fear?

In the grip of frustration a populous holds
To the truth each has known. There is no turning back
To what hasn’t been working to everyone’s good.
We are due for big changes. In all likelihood
We will have a new leader who isn’t a quack.
We The People dictate how the future unfolds.

Soul Unity

For the Benefit of All

Unity can be practiced. A good moral code
Is the probable starting point. Then it takes will
On the part of all parties that make up the whole.
Everyone in existence make up but one soul.
Are we meant to evolve beyond the need to kill?
If that should be the outcome our progress is slowed.

With compassion and tenderness I come to know
Something of the odd nature of my enemy.
There is truth in the knowing, and I must believe
That if given the same circumstance I’d perceive
Much the same. Although this is a hard way to see
That our sameness is valid, yet it helps me grow.

More ideal than the real, the approach has effect
On the ideals of real folk who want only peace.
Those who want only tension are hopefully few.
What has been done in evil the good can undo.
Propagating the message ensures our release
From the negative stronghold we clearly reject.

Everyone loves a mystery. People are such
A rich source of enjoyment. Because we’re unique
In the ways we approach life, we must get along
And we all know precisely what’s right from what’s wrong.
I’ll examine acceptance without feeling meek.
I can explore the issue without risking much.

New Horizons

Need for Change

As the artist whose color will make the sky glow
Gives a unique translation, good craftsmen are we
Of the real world apparent to our sense of taste.
We’ve perfected the aesthetic for toxic waste.
The surreal is artistic. The challenge to see
What may lie far beyond it will cause me to grow.

Breaking free of what I see throughout every day
Always is therapeutic. That which I consume
Should provide entertainment, a bit of relief,
And the lifting of spirit from relative grief.
It does no good to contemplate ways of our doom.
Things will be as they’re meant to. We only can pray.

Focus is on expanding the world that I know.
Replicating the raw one, this one I control
Independent of influence from outer space
Which includes all things physical. In its embrace
New Horizons become more aware to my soul.
This one life does have meaning, and it need not show.

But it’s good when it happens. To know I’m alive
Is benign confirmation in what is well known
To the conscious collective. We bargain on hope
That our vision gets better. The human-made scope
Sees beyond what is now, thereby wisdom is shown.
Any change in behavior may help us survive.

Opportunity To Shine

Access To Brilliance

If pressure is the circumstance would not release
From its cause be most wanted? Down in this subway
We call life, there is darkness. The filth is obscene.
Yet there is light above us and everything’s clean.
We don’t have to stay down here throughout every day.
We must live our lives topside for ultimate peace.

My relations with others are crowded below.
The occasion to travel deserves not the fuss
To engage the encounter with friendly exchange.
Nowadays that’s considered to be somewhat strange.
Long before my first smartphone what did I discuss
That I don’t now or do not as that time ago?

There are now enough people to cause some unrest.
Like lab rats trapped and crowded and left on our own
To come up with solutions, have we what it takes
To get on rather smoothly? The game is high stakes.
We may be the worst losers to never be known.
If we can’t get a handle our future is messed.

May the hope for a shining become ever bright
That the world be awakened to more common goals
That consider the planet in healthier ways?
It takes working together to brighten our days.
In so doing it also may redeem our souls
From our fear of survival which is our main plight.

Hidden Tensions

Shades of Discontent

Stimulating potential is hidden within
Overlapping concerns for the issues at hand.
One may act in a manner not socially sound
Or one can take the high road where insight is found.
Everything that must take place as I take a stand
Is for my observation. There I shall begin.

I will react on impulse to difficult news
But not in the brief instant does discord evolve
To a festering madness that I must release.
Does working my way through it offer any peace?
Yes it can with good guidance to soothe and absolve
The self-destructive spirit of singing its blues.

Hidden Tensions examined can show me the way
That my heart has held onto the things that don’t fit
That were kept out of habit and simple neglect.
Can I muster the courage to kindly reject
All the pain from past episodes? Can I permit
The unseen to be shown? Does it brighten my day?

Obstacles to believing that things will work out
Will continue bombarding me. And as they do
I must not be offended nor blinded by hope.
Tried and true is this method that I use to cope
With apparent disaster. It comforts me too.
This one thing about living I know without doubt.

Counterforces

Recursive Imbalance

Counteracting my efforts throughout a hard day
(As I would want to call it if not at my best)
Are the actions of others. So, in the spotlight
Is a fierce competition. Perhaps a good fight
Is appropriate simply because I’m not stressed.
Rather I’m motivated to see it my way.

Challenges in connection with all that I do
To maintain my existence I feel as sharp pain
Through the heart of my thinking. Can I see them as
Counterforces benevolent? My response has
All to do with my vision. The need to maintain
My true sense of belonging can hardly accrue.

At accomplishing goals that are lined in a row
I still knock them profusely like ducks at the fair.
This can be quite the campground of guarded delight.
Every being is doing what they think is right.
We would be not quite human if we didn’t care
About things worth our fighting for. Does it not show?

Tension amplifies character, when in the still
And the calm of the spirit, the moment is found
That brings balance to wisdom no matter its weight.
I am pissed, and I know it. This negative state
Need not be a directive. Nor should I expound
Any more in the issue. It is overkill.

Passive Submissive Disorder

Perverse and Lousy Sex

What I see as perversion, does my own become
Something sharp in a haystack that dares to be found?
Sexual is the nature of horny old men
Who assume their positions and copulate when
Any hat dropped by dominance in the background
Demands perfect performance within the world slum.

Some devolve into street hoes. The drive to get slammed
Every which way but sane for the right price is theirs’.
The aggressor who owns one controls in a way
That long since became public. Remember that day?
He will keel for the enemy, but… Hey, who cares?
His disgusting dysfunction is due to be damned.

It’s too much information as golfing he’ll go
In a pout to the nation. We get on his nerves.
Yes, we’re messing with you, friend. You need to be gone
With the wind and the horses you dreamt here upon.
He’s afraid of his partner who he knows deserves
An up front confrontation. Why put on a show?

Always more, the outrageous within the absurd
Entertains and delights most the world everyday
As each new day a new stain is seen on his soul.
Light of day shall reveal what can make again whole
All who suffer the trauma. Begone I do pray.
Sex should not be an issue. That’s how it’s preferred.

Be Flexible

Readjust Thinking

Telling folks to Be Flexible is an insult
To the blow become rigid with focused intent
To endanger composure and relative health.
If our leaders were concentrated not on wealth
But the growth of the nation would it then prevent
Disillusionment? Progress would be the result.

When the house is on fire and the managers of
Firefighters are more cognizant of the cost
Of the water that’s needed to put the fire out,
Then our situation is hopeless beyond doubt.
I have faith in the system, but something is lost.
What I feel is nowhere near patriotic love.

 Rubber bands in tight balls are we as we whiz by
One another attempting to do what we can
To regain some wholeheartedness in how we live
Day to day through the crisis. What else would we give?
We The People can implement a better plan
To enact restoration or give up and die.

We are not made of rubber, but we are indeed
Flexible in our stamina and strength of will
To defend what we need to before it’s too late.
As it stands our future is determined by fate
And by those whose own needs they would rather fulfill.
What it takes is a village to cancel out greed.

Healing Battle Wounds

All Those Enemies' Minds

Living to get things done – like survival and such –
Some can’t tolerate weakness. Impatient are they
To the world’s sensitivities. Presumably
There is no bad intention. With no need to see
Finer detail, some know but a world that is gray
With some parts of the blue and green but not too much.

Well-prepared to do battle, each day is a fight
For the lone interloper. Not willing to stray
From the tough straight and narrow, with pride some engage
What they sense as the other. The ensuing rage
Follows audible discourse. This must be the way
To survive yet another day and the dark night.

Seeing red isn’t possible but some detect
Full blown redness in others then want to respond
With what humans call hatred. But we cannot see
What it is in our nature that can set us free
From the need for predation. We’re one step beyond
What the beasts have in common. They have some respect.

To politicize warfare is to no one’s gain.
Socially we are triggered by every detail.
Our perception of color in manifold hues
May be much to our detriment if we so choose
To denounce evolution. All that can prevail
Is incompetent vision and ongoing pain.

On The Line

Hypre-Attentive to Detail

No relief in the martyr game is to be found.
Pretending things are alright with me, all the while
Subtly signaling horror, I am On The Line
Between dream and reality. Everything’s fine

Even though I’m aware of my blatant denial
Of the peace that betrays me while high off the ground.

Thinking of health and fitness and proper hygiene
Is a most useless exercise in times of strife.
With my nose to the grindstone and steeped in routine
None can notice discomfort. In fact, I’m not seen.
Everyone in their own way responds to this life
With insight and emotion to keep the heart clean.

Taking care of the details in my daily life
With concern for no other may feed my distress.
As the human condition wreaks havoc on souls,
On The Line I tread carefully needless of goals.
My contingent response is a lonely process.
An inscrutable puzzle is dealing with strife.

Improving and perfecting the ease, that I know
Is a part of my essence, may set my heart free
From malignant perceptions. This world and its ways
Are not for me to judge nor to offer my praise.
I can find some relief in just letting it be
As it is and may always be. Then I may grow.

Delays And Delusions

Huge Challenge To Overcome

It is hard work to hike across ground that is parched
As it is to skip unnoticed over the law
Of the land overheated by social unrest.
Is this why we consider our nation the best?
Some world leaders are best at exploiting our flaw
As they curse the land where freedom fighters had marched.

Leaders transacting business for personal gain
Undermine the legality built to withstand
Infiltration by powers who want to grab hold
Of our treasured democracy and make it fold
To the wrath of dictatorship over this land.
Are we destined to suffer and endure the pain?

Our Delays And Delusions are hell to behold.
Even in celebration it’s hard to forget
What is felt. The solution is not far away.
Can we have enough faith in our election day?
The last time, We The People were filled with regret
For the ones who are paid to do as they are told.

From point A to point B is a treacherous course
Notwithstanding support from where it can be found.
Do I make it my business to know what is right?
I am left with poor vision amid this dark night
Of the soul of the nation. Do I stand my ground
Or do nothing? The latter would welcome remorse.

Deeper Understanding

Transformative Words and Healing

What comes next is the healing of unresolved pain.
Deepening is the discord that lies at my feet
In the form of a crystal ball I will not lift.
I await what some speak of as the major shift
That will lead to the dark force’s righteous defeat
As the whole world rejoices the death of their reign.

What is outside is inside. This time that I take
To digest what has happened to this land and I
Will be used for reflection. Rejection of harm
To myself and all others is my psychic charm.
Are there some more effective that I’d care to try?
This nightmare most atrocious will scare me awake.

A Deeper Understanding of all that takes place
Cannot come without courage and faith of the heart
That is otherwise broken beyond all belief.
I am caught in a stranglehold, therefore relief
Is of utmost importance. Indeed, a fresh start
And a change in the weather comes only by grace.

The emotional messages fall like the rain
From collective subconscious clouds near overhead.
They uplift, yet I fear them. The hopelessness felt
Undermines my composure in what is now dealt
To the ignorant masses and hearts that have bled.
Yet the depth of my knowing has not come in vain.

Bombs Bursting In Air

Surreal Celebration

Am I not patriotic if I can’t believe
That the red glare holds anything close to his heart
But the fall of the nation? Bombs Bursting In Air
Is an image of hope for those deep in despair
Because their independence makes them not a part
Of the whole they belong to. I’m not so naïve.

The incendiary nature of air warfare
Evolved into poetic expression because
Of what took place in Baltimore some time ago.
They defied the attack of the British, we know.
We commit that to memory and give applause
To the brave ones who fought hard that threat from the air.

It’s an ongoing story. We still are at war
With ourselves while the British we’ve made an ally
‘Til the red glare destroys that, as he tends to do
At the whim of his leader who he bows down to.
What’s become of this land now is such a far cry
From what had been intended. What hell is in store?

What bursts now is pandemic. A fever descends
Upon us with a viciousness unparalleled
In our vast human history. And the red glare
Is a constant reminder to all who must care
That we take back our freedom that now is withheld.
We shall not see the day when democracy ends.

Maximum Restraint

Imprisonment Of The Soul

When I was in the navy a colleague of mine
Said there would be a race war. I blew the man off.
Since I had to work with him each and every day
He’d reiterate hatred the pure racist way.
His intent, although clear, only caused me to scoff
Though I couldn’t take his sentiment as benign.

Did I need him to tell me some decades ago
Of volcanic activity deep in the earth
That will one day erupt into fervent bloodshed?
I’m aware there are those who wish all niggers dead.
But I wasn’t taught any of this since my birth
From my down to earth family. Shouldn’t it show?

I’ll avoid confrontation. My life is at stake.
My restraint must be maximum so I’ll survive
Both the prelude to warfare and tragic outcome.
White supremacists will go on beating their drum
To stir up the excitement. While I am alive
I’ll keep doing what I’m doing with no heartache.

All I’ll use is my voice. It’s enough to withstand
Every manner of ordnance the era calls for.
There are those who, much younger, still have a good fight.
They may march to the front line and do what is right.
Is there nothing in warfare that we can abhor?
If there’s not then predictions will proceed as planned.

Hurtful Arguments

“Dooooooooooode!”

Dissolution of family feathers the cap
Of specific world leaders. The United States
Is an opportune land where democracy reigns.
We’re a huge-cunted whore and nobody complains.
It’s a wakeup face slap to know they rule our fates.
Convoluted mechanics leaves us in a trap.

It begins with the family. Tension is there
And has been from the git go. It then preexists
Due to shallow upbringing or character flaw
Or whatever. The human is subject to law.
Any mind kin to Satan’s by nature consists
Of the drive to manipulate over the air.

We’re a nation divided. We know for a fact
That our cold civil warfare world leaders exploit.
Yet we’re doomed to feel helpless. The slow motion pace
Of recovery seconds the slap in the face.
Will we stand for another? The master adroit
At assessing behavior has studied our act.

We’re a door-matted Cancer. Our wide open ways
Means that we swim with creatures that will do us harm.
And when we least expect it we’re arguing for
Or against some tense issue, and we beg for more.
One would think a pandemic would make us disarm
But our strange human nature is damned to amaze.

Evasive Maneuvers

Untidy Reality

Strong desires and anxieties speed up the game
As it’s seen by no others. Perhaps if I hide
Far away then the madness will start making sense.
Either way I am doomed and I have no defense.
I wish more white supremacists were on my side
Then I’d win reelection and cast off my shame.

I’ve always been evasive. There’s no other way.
If innate paranoia of being without
Is the root of my problem then I must proceed
With a coldblooded ruthlessness focused on greed
Let me not know the truth that I’m filled with self-doubt
And just listen to everything I have to say.

Running low on maneuvers, in panic I fear
The nightmare in slow motion as clearly I see
Through my mask of illusion. The harm I have done
Is not even an issue. It might have been fun
If the folks I commanded were loyal to me
And not to the damned country. I don’t hold it dear.

I just wish I could walk off and never come back.
This deal was such a lousy one. What have I gained?
I’m now driven insane and my health is a wreck.
All the help I appointed were pains in the neck.
Somehow I feel my exit will be unexplained.
The whole world knows already that I am a quack.

Breath Of The Beast

The Inscrutable Heat

The process of digestion for demons is like
Global Warming. A chill up the spine is a sign
That things are getting hotter and so much the same
As it was in the sixties. When breath is aflame
There can be no concluding that everything’s fine
Yet we’ll speak with a blow torch beyond the hot mike.

I do this, but I like it. Need I be concerned
That such creature I might be? My words may burn through
Any means that presents them. Then what have I done
But ignited my message so that I’ve reached none
But perhaps those who have heated breath as I do?
I don’t need to get with them. That lesson I’ve learned.

When I don’t harbor hot breath do I find relief
In the moment for not being part of the hell
That is sprung up around me? Or do I mistake
My delusion for innocence? Peace I must make
With the human machinery within I dwell.
The life spans of most demons is known to be brief.

Asserting Your Freedom

Affirmative Self-Expression

It ain’t just about pride… It’s just being alive
That gives me such excitement. How can I resist
Breaking free from the prisons that I haven’t made?
I don’t need to join forces. My only crusade
Is to fight with my prowess and not with my fist.
I’m in touch with my power and personal drive.

I would say I’m transparent. My feelings you see
Without much interference. You see what you get.
I may have a large ego, but that isn’t pride.
It’s the reflection of all the joy I’ve inside
For my love is a fountain that knows no regret.
You are blessed in my presence. That’s how it shall be.

I don’t take things for granted nor am I naïve
To the hell made apparent. My focus is clear.
Life is not without conflict, and I’ll find my way
Through what I have to offer in kindness each day.
In the meantime I’ve built a defense against fear.
In this way I’m assertive and cannot deceive.

Get A Mask!

Incumbent Departure

Get A Mask, valued countrymen, while supplies last!
Since this hoax is the real thing, I’ve got a great deal.
Stock up now on my Trump mask. The money you save
You can use to support me. I cannot behave
So I’ll need a small fortune. I’ve none to conceal
But I do have an unworthy financial past.

Get A Mask because I say you must show respect
To me as the one person who knows anything.
I’m surrounded by lions and tigers and bears
And, Oh My… a few assholes! But nobody cares.
Get your big discount coupon. I’ll need you to sing
To the tune of my victory. Then you’ll collect.

Why have I changed my tune so abruptly, you ask?
I must act presidential or give it a try
When I’m backed into corners. The oath that I took
Is a lie as I say it again. I’m A Crook.
You’ll support my campaign fund if you’d only buy
A huge bunch of my product. Be up to the task.

Unconditional Love

Absolute Powerlessness of the World

Unconditional Love is just love by decree
And that’s why we must love him. The Donald is cool
In the ways that he does things and puts on a show.
He’s alright for a white guy. This people should know.
We know that he’s a genius just acting the fool
To divert our attention to all that must be.

He’s like one of the family and like us all
He has character defects but then who’s to blame.
It must be always others who make him this way.
But he’s our kind of uncle. We’d like him to stay
To continue commanding us through the war game.
We’ll support him in funding that unfinished wall.

We defy definition. Love is bought and sold
Just as our leader shows us. It also must gain
Through controlling by blackmail and dark psychic ties
That turn angels to demons right before our eyes.
He demands satisfaction. Our love is insane
As we keep sticking with him and do as we’re told.

Love means giving him loyalty that he will need
To fight off all his enemies. He gets us high
On whatever he’s taking to get himself off
To the next foul behavior our foes love to scoff.
Loving him means that we should all lay down and die
If he says we should do so. We wish him Godspeed.

My Defeat

Abject Surrender

My Defeat be a blessing and not the despair
That I otherwise notice through everyone’s eyes.
If my dreams of world glory dissolve into dust
What on earth or in heaven do I place my trust?
If my pride I relinquish do I win the prize
Of a newfound aloneness that I cannot share?

My Defeat be a shining sword and heavy shield.
If enthronement or slavery be but the choice
Then I understand sameness. My fullness is grasped
But my soul by my life is inherently clasped.
As the ripe fruit that falls has no need for a voice,
It’s consumed without asking. What truth is revealed?

My Defeat has no weight as it clings to the vine.
It must grow to its fullness before it can fall
Or be picked by a kind one or blown by the wind
In an omni-direction that it be chagrined
By its own lack of power. Then do let it sprawl.
The dull pain of inaction is no longer mine.

The madness is integral to what is at hand.
I’m apart yet not separate from the great storm.
If I see people laughing should I do the same?
Or do I remain silent and not shout my name?
When mixed with all the others it fails to transform
The delusion apparent to other than grand.

Going Fishing

Open Season

‘Going Fishing,’ you call it? Why cop the lame code?
‘Nigger Hunting’ is factual… Maybe that’s it.
Speaking truth is beneath you. As predators go,
You take cues from a master who puts on a show
Tailor suited to reignite dormant bullshit.
I don’t want your white bitches nor dicks they done blowed!

You ingest paranoia. Your souls are consumed
By your rabid nightmare that your women we want.
We don’t think like you do nor do we feel compelled
To get that close to trouble when hatred is smelled
At the cusp of encounter. What trash would you flaunt
For your foul smelling caper profusely perfumed?

Take your sick vacant minds and fulfill them with space
So at least there is something to pacify you.
To this world you’re a danger – not only black lives.
We all came from the dark land. Your madness derives
From your factual science. So what will you do?
Lousy bait is your problem. You’re in a tough race.

Jigaboo Flu

Fear Fever

Do you wake with a fever and then want to dance
To a beat nowhere native to what you’d believed?
Are you craving fried chicken and tropical fruit?
Does some cool watermelon become a pursuit
Of increased spontaneity? Are you aggrieved
By the ones who take notice to your circumstance?

These are surely the symptoms of some kind of flu.
What we don’t know about it can do us great harm.
But there is a precaution that works really well
When you fear that upon you is cast a dark spell.
Grab a gun and be violent. Sound the alarm.
Take your fears out on others. That’s what you must do.

The ongoing pandemic is one of the mind.
The bug is just the image of where we have been.
It has brought pain and sorrow. The feeling of grief
That we all deserve freedom can see no relief.
Darkness is overwhelming. We see this again
And again we feel threatened by those not our kind.

This may be just the season that Jigaboo Flu
Will produce ample fever so that it will break

Critical barriers isolating us from
All the people we fear and who we think are scum.
Maybe bloodshed is all that can shock us awake
From the stark social nightmare we’re all living through.

The Meanth Of Juneteenth

Nationwide Recognition

The true Meanth Of Juneteenth as is seen by the slave
Is a thing of importance. It’s good to be free
Of the chains of damnation of body and mind
By a mass of oppressors among humankind.
Civil wars fought in earnest don’t help us to see
That our cowardice weakens the home of the brave.

As this war rages onward so many see red.
Any bull who shits color is one who is sick
From improper digestion of what’s been made law.
My forefathers were fucked with and what’s worst of all…
Men and women of redness will speak with their dick.
It has been the true master of all the bloodshed.

Looking on to the future I do see but hope.
In the upcoming decades the young will emerge
On the platforms of leadership. All will be fine.
As I celebrate freedom I look for a sign
In the present day madness to temper the scourge
In a manner consistent with how we all cope.

Why can’t we all be human? Yet grossly we are
More or less all depending on whose rights are right.
I can call blacks ‘my people’ because much we share
And with them I am proud to be of those who care
That our wars over freedom may vanish from sight.
Juneteenth is our reminder that we have come far.

The Daily Report

Much To Absorb

One who steps as he fetches is not a lame duck
Until cool aided followers come wide awake
To the fact that their leader is one quack away
From becoming a fine dinner served on a tray
For strong people of color and power who’ll take
Everything he may own. Am I in for good luck?

There are more germs on doorknobs than those at the end
Of the standard male organ. Keep Everything clean!
There are doors of all colors still out in the streets

Among those who have none nor that which one excretes.
And does anyone know the difference between
Virulent organisms and those that transcend?

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Now, back to today’s headlines… on into the night.

You and we here can tell you we’re under a spell.
But if you’re not a messenger you may be wise.

And the forecast tomorrow…? It’s gonna get dark
Just the same as today was. There may be a chance
Of some light shown upon us to give all relief.
That is why our profession may make our lives brief.
While engaged with the drama, a delicate dance
Demonstrates that it will be no walk in the park.

Restore And Rejuvenate

Facing Familiarity

As without, so within; as above, so below.
If there’s turmoil identified is it in me?
Do the streets in my vision see fire and brimstone?
Is there hatred outside me, or is it my own?
Thank God I have no TV yet trouble I see
Way more than what is needed but less than I know.

Things that are most familiar and closest at hand,
Like the people I know and love, give me some peace.
I’ll depend on relationships and make them strong.
To ourselves and to everyone we all belong.
No whitewash on a brick wall can offer release
Of the deep rooted tension I can’t understand.

My instincts are creative for bad or for good.
I alone get to choose which one that it will be.
There’s no heat in the moment nor is there a chill.
How one interacts socially is by free will.
Were we made and put down here to all disagree?
It makes no sense to heart nor mind. Who says it should?

We treat animals badly. Perhaps it starts there.
Being harmful to people then isn’t too far
From the general premise that some are not worth
A good place in society or on the earth.
Who would dare to conclude we know not who we are?
What besides our aggression can we hope to share?

We’ll achieve restoration. Some time it will take
For the soul’s evolution and replenishment
Of the spirit communal. We can’t get along
As long as we make certain groups out to be wrong
Due to race, creed, or class. We compel our descent
As one treacherous species. When will we awake?

Just Move On

No Alternative Solution

Cheek is like filthy underwear turned inside out.
All the news that is breaking brakes only the heart.
Turmoil is hard to deal with. I can’t digest it.
Jesus Christ wore his cheek well. He was more than fit
For tremendous and horrid abuse from the start.
Moving On is one blessed thing he was about.

It’s as if it’s a chess game played with black and white.
Some will offer their redness to crank up the heat.
It’s no more complicated, this sick human game,
Than the mind of the devil. Indeed they’re the same.
One must count on insuring the other’s defeat.
The bone chilling hate drama exalts this dark night.

I keep news at a distance as I do the cold.
Yet it seeps in through crevasses. I crave it not.
I am not good at chess, and I don’t want to be
A black piece on a game board my eyes cannot see.
Turning cheek is an exercise that helps a lot.
A new facing direction is worth more than gold.

As it was since times ancient, I’ll carry my cross
With the strength that is given me by divine light
That shines down on us all. There’s no need for alarm.
If I think I can play this I’ll do myself harm.
The next move is not mine. I am given new sight
Just to move on to peace. I shall suffer no loss.

Power To Make A Difference

Enhanced Ability To Influence Others

Some may state with conviction that we have no rights.
And it’s true. We all know it yet say it’s not so.
It’s a knee jerk reaction. We don’t speak the worst
Because it’s not ‘appropriate.’ Strong is the thirst
For exposing all falsehood and every sideshow
That’s designed to deceive as our patience ignites.

Worked up into a fever and hitting the streets
In attempting to cause change to happen is bold.
Like the shades of a rainbow we channel the light
Of a new understanding. We gain more insight
Into what works in contrast to what’s become old.
We can’t watch life on TV while drunk in our seats.

All the power within us combines to confront
What we know as injustice in broadest daylight.
We need not match the arrogance offered by those
Of the current crime syndicate. We do oppose
The defeat of democracy. That Is Our Right.
Can we wait while establishment pulls the next stunt?

Our authority natural is by decree.
Proclaiming We The People are stronger than they
Who are few and untidy in how they behave,
We will yet come together to ride the new wave
Of compassion and sanity. Unto that day
We will act much in unison and with esprit.

Ohm’s Law

An Unfailing Standard

Current flows through conductors. There’s no voltage drop
If there is no resistance. But wires get hot
As electrons get moving way past normal speed.
Then the circuit burns open. Therefore there’s the need
That resistance is present quite rather than not.
This is not the sole reason that current may stop.

Every circuit is opened or closed by a switch.
Every loop is a series of component parts.
If a part becomes missing no current will flow.
If there is too much current the circuit will blow.
Electricity is one of nature’s fine arts.
If folks knew more about it their lives would enrich.

Voltage equals resistance times current, which means
There’s a solid relationship that cannot change.
Ohm’s law cannot be fucked with like others man made.
Politics can’t affect it nor games that are played
To defy normal functioning. None can arrange
To enact abolition. Nature intervenes.

Now, here comes the analogy. Voltage compares
To the pressure put on us to live out our lives.
Current is all our movements through daily routines.
Our resistance to movement resides in our genes
And in direct proportion each person survives
By maintaining the driving force in all affairs.

Current flows through resistance, as voltage is made
To ensure perfect balance. This natural law
Forms the basis of everything having all three.
Current, voltage, and resistance, as we can see,
Are a most stable trio. Ohm’s law defies flaw.
No one can disobey it nor can it be swayed.

A Radiant Warmth

Omnipresent Brilliance

In my Dream I am radiant just as the sun
Shines its good warmth in kindness to all in its field
Of its planets’ existence. The people I know
In my fantasy world propagate with a glow
Of immense salutation wherein all are healed
Completely of all illness. The System Is One.

I’ll create my surroundings if they won’t exist
On their own as safe refuge from what else may be
Wanting to make its presence surreal in my soul.
All that happens in my world is blessed and whole.
I need not close my eyes tightly for me to see
Any world that I want to. Turmoil is dismissed.

Social life is harmonious. All speak with ease
And intently are listened to. I can feel warm
And delighted to be with dear friends of my mind.
I know that there’s a ‘real’ world, but it is unkind.
It offers but conundrum, and that is its norm.
I cannot feel respected. My heart fights the freeze.

My subconscious is fertile. My passion is strong.
I present as a wellspring to all who I meet
In existence alternative to otherwise
Those whose fun is ignoring me despite my cries.
The real world and its populous take a back seat
To my cherished illusions where I can’t be wrong.

The Untended Soil

Desecration of the Earth

When earth’s soil is untended then mankind sets in.
Not a thing about nature man treats with respect.
What results is deep scarring. A cancer grown wild
Aims to threaten earth’s surface. Behold the stepchild
Of the semen of Satan. Not through God’s neglect
Does the gross infestation become mortal sin.

Man commands his undoing. The soul of the earth
Can withstand many eons of outright abuse
At the hands of its waste product stuck to its skin.
She could use a strong bathing, but where to begin?
Were that left up to us would we not reproduce?
Man perpetuates sickness. It’s his right by birth.

All were meant to support nature’s all-giving soul
With our rational faculty and open hearts.
But that’s not what has happened. We’ve tried many times
To get past our own egos and arrogant crimes.
We’re a species encumbered by glaring false starts.
Earth may see our extinction as it’s righteous goal.

Preexisting Pandemic

A World In Trumoil

This kind virus has nothing to do with our war.
It exists to bring healing to dear mother earth.
She’s infected with humans. Severely she’s ill.
All the bloodshed of hate form a thick whirlpool swill.
It maintains her high fever. For all that it’s worth
That which is sick before sickness comes to the core.

The condition’s onset was with Adam and Eve…
Or whatever trite fairy tale authored by man

Our disease cares to cherish. It has been here long
Before some bug so vicious would show us who’s strong.
We may struggle worldwide to come up with a plan
But, in contrast to nature, we’re born to deceive.

Surely we’re the pandemic – the scourge of the earth
Who as fucked mother nature in so many ways.
How much longer will she accept being our whore?
Something outside must show us and even the score.
Consciousness is the natural thing that must raise.
As a species it would seem we have little worth.

Emotional Stamina

Well-Prepared For The Worst

Those who find me “disturbing” are lily white trash
And among them are token specks playing the roles
Of Jemimas and Sambos with power to scorn.
Simply I detest bullshit from those who were born
To excrete through their fake smiles their niggardly souls.
All must know that in due time all flesh turns to ash.

 Send your pigs to harass me, you dumb nigger bitch?
You belong in some hell pit, and that’s where you are.
My words speak with aggression. That won’t go away.
This black bear won’t attack you. I’d hope that your day
Burns a hole through your cheapness. Yes you left a scar
That I seem to be handling as if there’s no glitch.

Since hate Is on the menu. I will take a bite.
It is good for digesting feces of intent.
It invigorates clarity and common sense.
What I do with my blackness requires no defense.
I won’t go to a church to bow down and repent.
I don’t need a white preacher. I do need to fight!

Tragic lessons in mockery we all shall learn.
All the teachers among us pretending to care
And who talk down to me as if I were a child
Or some unsheltered animal snatched from the wild
I Do wish ill upon you. Don’t give me that stare
That says I’ve not the right to wish that you would burn.

I remain out of trouble. My life will be spared
Even though I’m a black man in turbulent times.
Taken off the back burner and back to the streets
Hatred is reignited. My hated heart beats
To abolish “correctness” within social crimes.
For conniving white faces I am well prepared.

Skillful Invader

Emotional Transformation

The subconscious invasion of news gaining strength
Reinvigorates oldness of resident ways
Of compulsive behavior among humankind.
It may also be true that it’s all in the mind
Of the Skillful Invader who struggles most days
Seeking some understanding. One should to what length?

All the hidden agenda that now evade sight
Become known through perception intuitively.
What can weaken suspicion that, on a grand scale,
Utter chaos and outright transgression prevail?
It is not the illusion but reality
That would dare to confuse what is wrong with what’s right.

I can learn what I need to know and leave the rest
For collective unconscious to solve over time.
There may be much aggression in times drawing near
To significant changes. Should I live in fear
That I may be caught up in unspeakable crime?
Skills that I have for coping are not quite the best.

I’ll invade the invasion for what I may gain
In the moments of silence while I am at peace
With events that must happen to turn things around,
Not to what was before, but a nation more sound.
Greed and crime among leaders won’t instantly cease
But, at least we’ll have returned to something more sane.

Open-Clouded Collusion

Emotionally Charged Communication

With what people are saying I can’t be concerned.
Words escape through the anus to then coalesce
To form one social stratosphere thick and profuse
With the stench of thought squandered. Intent to seduce
The concern of the masses is one game of chess
Where the winner takes all so that all hope is spurned.

Much emotional cloudiness dampens the air.
Why not add my own moisture? It seems only right.
Realistic illusions themselves interact
With most others most like them. In fiction there’s fact
That the odious formula dares to excite
Hate that would remain dormant with but a cold stare.

There are some viral symptoms that I can unmask
To the view of the public because of free speech.
They can’t be covered up. They’re revealed openly
For my sick hart and those of all others to see.
Is a lesson of love one collusion can teach?
Or is this one more question that I should not ask?