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The Self Undefined

That Which Has Not A Thought

Many selves that keep speaking as if they were one
Integration of consciousness broadcast to me
Things that I spend time thinking on. Then I’ll get lost
Making overall sense of them and at great cost
To the raw life experience. Can I get free
From the incessant chatter that never is done?

Were they people outside me and not in my mind
I would tell them to fuck themselves and go away.
Luxury of that kind, though, is not to be had.
Every thought, if not dimpled, is a hanging chad
In its quest for completion to honor the day
But the forgotten self is the one undefined.

Shutting down all the voices means stopping thinking
But to do that at will and be successful too
Is a mission most difficult. If I would try
To get perfectly quiet, I fear I would die
From complete lack of meaning, but that’s never true.
All selves come from one deeper self. It’s a good thing.

I must have some identity in this world real
And affixed to the rational. My thoughts provide
Constant misinformation about who I am
At the most basic level. Should I give a damn
That what precludes acceptance is going inside
Past the crowd to observance that all is ideal?

Inconvenient Civility

The Eternal Feuds Of Human Races

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

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

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

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


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.


The Wonderful World Within

I feel drained around people. Recharging is due.
Too much input from everywhere weakens the mind
And the spirit that feeds it. A time to relax
So the fluid subconscious can seep through the cracks
Of my hardened constructions should help me to find
Some relief in existence. I’ve heard this is true.

People broadcast two signals to all other souls.
One is conscious intent. The other is unknown
To the self who behaves while completely awake.
But the unconscious messages make no mistake
In revealing true motives not otherwise shown
But through keen observation that feeling controls.

Overload is a common occurrence these days
Where too much information impregnates the air.
Intermixed with the digital, signals of folk
Tell of horrendous stories that only evoke
The sensation of bloating. Were I not aware
Of its harm I’d be trapped in a world of malaise.

 Getting rid of the mental clutter that collects
And blends into the life stream is hopeful hygiene.
As all things need a cleaning, the psyche is one
That should get top priority ‘til the job’s done.
What I broadcast to others I want to be clean
Sensing clearly that this is what wellness expects.

Walk Of Shame

Aimless In A World Become Alien

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

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

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

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

The Wizard Of Odds

The Waning of the Reign

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

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

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

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

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

Physical Attraction

A Law of Motion

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

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

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

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

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.

Things Of Beauty

Sentient Artform

Everything has its season. It’s written in stone,
In scripture, and in nature – in fact, everywhere
That the mind perceives cycles and recurring themes.
Time to be wide awake or to wallow in dreams
Is assigned by the author whom one may compare
To oneself if divinity is to be known.

Beauty sings of relationship joyfully made
In the cool heat of passion and radiant bliss.
Overwhelming sensations define when it’s time
For the sharing of magical living sublime.
Punctuating eternity with a first kiss
Will ensure future meetings will not be delayed.

How life looks to the lone self is also a thing
That can be of great beauty. The law affects all
In the way that connectedness is the ideal
That makes real everything any self wants to feel.
Cultivating one’s season is not playing small.
Happiness in good measure is what it will bring.

With all acts of all kinds and always taking place
Among manifold cultures, all perform at will
To enhanced evolution of all that we are.
In a very short time we have come very far.
Beauty to the beholder is crafted by skill
Of the burning desire for living in grace.

The Movement

The Cost of Consumption

Constantly human bowels move, yet under duress,
Suspended animation can often occur,
Where in unforeseen corners some stuff will get stuck.
If you have work to do you are shit out of luck.
Delicate is the system that runs with a purr
Until something affects its momentous success.

It becomes then an issue not easily solved
Due to complex connection to feelings and such.
Drugs will simply brute force stuff to be on its way
But if they become habit the gut will betray
Its own God given mission which doesn’t leave much
For the one agonized with no one else involved.

The path for all The Movement, amazingly long,
Has evolved, since we’re upright, to one tangled mess.
What becomes convoluted needs delicate care
Because guttural feelings originate there.
To facilitate movement all need to express
What is felt at gut level. Is this sounding wrong?

So our thoughts and our feelings can affect the flow.
Indirectly their waves become heterodyned
With motion undulating along the canal.
Positive emotions will boost up its morale.
Our concern for The Movement offers humankind
Greater chance for survival for all that we know.

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.

Up In Here

Broadcast Entrapment

The air once was magnetic to such a degree
That signal saturation could only occur
Within just a few mindsets networked to program
A self-righteous society who gave a damn
For the concept of freedom To Be, as it were,
Anyone who they wanted indubitably.

In the air of technology digits replace
Every wavelength conceived. They’ve been banned from the sky.
Streams of data more powerful with intellect
Infiltrate every crevasse and cannot respect
Inundating communion. They won’t even try
Because binary business knows nothing of grace.

As the world’s populations continue to rise
Yet another replacement will handle the load
Of the need for more input from some soothing source.
What gets pumped into homes now all fully endorse
Through released information that people encode
With their habits of living as something else dies.

Up In Here is the homelife – not part of a wall
To be viewed like a window to reality.
Solitude in confinement yet breathing fresh air,
I am fed by my spirit which is not out there
In the wild west of intercourse. Wiser I’ll be
Having made the commitment to not playing small.

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,
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.

Curriculum Of Joy

The Fresh Wisdom of Youth

Loving so much the art of improvisation,
You’re at home in your happy world of make-believe.
Creative and original, you are intense.
Powerfully able at creating suspense,
Fun and play of all kinds you easily conceive.
Every new day that dawns is a celebration.

Those in your private circle love and adore you
You attract those like-minded who share interest
In unbridled expression of joyfulness for
Being young and resourceful. The world you explore
Is supportive and kind and one that is impressed
By your spirited nature and all that you do.

Treating your toys with kindness and warm loving care,
They have grown to respect you and honor your needs.
Whether they be imagined or solid and real,
Entities existential reflect how you feel
About life and toward others. Your graciousness feeds
Inspiration to those whom you have made aware.

You’ll become a great actress when you come of age.
Wholesomeness of your spirit ensures your success.
Any field of endeavor you choose will be fine.
When you know you are special your trueness will shine.
All the goodness that you have you cannot repress.
The gift you offer others is how to engage.

Organizing And Planning

Putting Life In Order

Disinclined to the frivolous and the mundane,
Close attention to responsibilities comes
With an ease of performance. While getting things done
I get much satisfaction. It feels much like fun.
No matter the workload, I leave no zero sums,
And I’ll stay bright and upbeat for maximum gain.

Duties and obligations, imagined or real,
Are the framework of living and earning my keep
In a world fascinating. So full of wonder
Is my life that there is no other I’d prefer.
I am thankful right now for the blessings I’ll reap
In the course of my business. My life is ideal.

Discipline and work ethic are properly sound.
Personal and professional success achieved
Is the goal that I work toward a little each day.
The more I can accomplish, the more I can play.
Setbacks and disappointments are always perceived
As the small cost of business and nothing profound.

Organizing And Planning time must be valued,
And, with deliberation, strategically,
I can get what I’m after. Each day is well spent
Creating something of value I can present
To a world who supports all that I need to be
Of magnificent service in sheer gratitude.

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.

Emotional Life

The Drama of the Art

Personal, domestic, and emotional parts
Of the life come together harmoniously.
Integrated and at one with oneself, one can
Form relationships easily without a plan.
As a total person and speaking truthfully,
One may romance the master and win other’s hearts.

Approaching everything as if it were your mate
Is a good or a tragic thing depending on
Your technique and soul character. There can be bliss
Happily ever after the very first kiss.
From the wellspring of guidance through spirit is drawn
What is needed by each and both to make life great.

Give and take – the dichotomy each must engage
To maintain the commitment – is nurtured and learned
Through observing examples of wholesome living.
Acted out, then, they become most stimulating
In the quest for companionship. Love is not earned.
This common misperception evades center stage.

In the spotlight by night and the sunlight by day,
Being open and honest, emotions run deep,
So to keep them too well hidden cannot be wise.
Made a part of one’s realness are integral lies
That erode close encounters and renders them cheap.
Passionate we were meant to be while here at play.

Finding That Place

Profound Self-Awareness

Elusive qualities in abundance have you
Yet you don’t realize. You don’t appreciate
What you have, therefore you may doubt your worthiness.
But you have a strong spirit with which to address
Challenges existential. With love you create
A safe path that your sorrows and you can get through.

Self-awareness you have. Community plays
A big part in your inner growth and sense of pride
Through attack insurmountable to lesser souls.
Your lesson is that you are the one who controls
What input you accept and how you feel inside.
Perceptive and courageous, you do command praise.

Adopted quite unknowingly then rejected
For not looking like others look, life has been hard
But it has also been short. Your youth is your key
To remaining unfettered by what others see
With contempt and with eyes spiritually scarred.
You can sense there’s a bright future for you ahead.

Most intently you’re focused on Finding That Place
Where there are others like you and where you belong.
Perseverance brings heartbreak, but you carry on
As your hopefulness guides you to a brighter dawn
And the way that you look and sound never are wrong.
What had been lost, then found, is nature’s warm embrace.

Artistic Matters

Concern With Expression

To attract the attention of those who discern
Things of exquisite taste in the world around us,
One must do something different from all the rest.
Contrast, texture, bright color, and affect expressed
Is what’s unique and novel enough to discuss
And behold as a work of aesthetic concern.

Attracting circumstances most picture perfect
Is accomplished by going the uncharted way
To the creative spirit. Direct is the course
That the artist within you exists to endorse.
Beauty of the beholder is what’s on display.
Each comes half way in finding the means to connect.

Relations public and social facilitate
Wide exposure to beauty. Attention is ours
To the greatness of works of art plentiful here
When the eyes are made whole in the absence of fear.
Anyone who creates from the dust of the stars
Is endowed with the freedom to reach a high state.

Prominent are the figures who put out the best
In the eyes of beholders who are listened to
For their expert beholding of lesser value.
What is considered art, then, should give one a clue
As to which voice to listen to and what to do
To remain positive as spirit would suggest.

The Voiceless Orator


Proving yourself to be adventurous and strong,
You enjoy challenges reflecting who you are.
It’s your duty, your feel, to support those in need.
Motivated by love and honor, you proceed
With your most valiant efforts that none find bizarre.
Anywhere courage is shown is where you belong.

You don’t cherish loose morals. Focused you can be
On what is most important in the here and now.
Most aware of your intellect are those who know
Having seen your keen trickery. Wisdom you show
For the ignorant one who would call you a cow
And for all who bear witness with clear eyes to see.

You communicate perfectly well without speech
But with something much better – the best of horse sense
And a handful of rugged sounds. Gestures you use
To instruct or command but mostly to amuse.
In others you instill both strength and confidence.
Others value your wit and what you have to teach.

Loyal you are most deeply to your beloved friend.
Lasting bonds between kindred souls stronger become
Over time, through eternity, and far beyond
As each knows what is said the other will respond
To confirm the exchanging, never playing dumb
To a world most observant yet kind in the end.

A Marvelous Effect?

A Sight for the Sore Mind’s Eye

Oldest ways that don’t work well are hard to release
Since their roots have grown deeper than had been conceived.
I placate the delusion that I am a plant,
So pretending I can’t move is something I can’t
Do without some deception in what is perceived
As the present reality ceases to cease.

 How the fractal evolves do I not mind to see?
Only in my best daydreams does motion occur.
I can call that illusion committing no sin
But of day to day living where do I begin
To Be sense while within it as I would prefer?
If someone knows the answer, don’t notify me.

Normally my perceptions of reality
Are distorted sufficiently, so I’m aware
Of some things that some others may not easily.
The reverse is true also. Together all see
What no single one can, and the vision I share
Cluelessly of consciousness must satisfy me.

Joining with the collective while widely awake
Daunts the hell out of daylight wherever it’s shown.
Where within the abnormal my heart would reside,
Does exist still the need that I must feel the pride
That I feel is deserved? And do I speak alone
In a bubble unnoticed and for no one’s sake?

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.

Love And Affection

True Bliss of the Heart

Dreams of Love And Affection for some are most real
All the time and forever through life unending.
Seeming like such a fairytale how can it be
Since it’s so incongruent with reality?
My confessions of ignorance are a wellspring
Of a fool’s tears of hindsight I cannot conceal.

Having known what warmth feels like, in total recall,
Strong connection to spirit is all that remains
Of what was made available right from the start
That I lost through obsession and under-sized heart.
Taught am I of the wonder that this world contains
That surpasses all else. In fact, evil is small.

Children are of our making. In them we take pride
And through them more responsible we must become.
Laboring is the loving through family ties
Integrated with others. Loved ones recognize
 That the moments we cherish make life more wholesome.
Nurturing tender feelings makes one warm inside.

In the home good relations with others begins.
Family is the center of the universe.
Galaxies people form across all the expanse.
Those of you who have family are our best chance
As one race of evolving beyond the perverse
And be absolved of our most original sins.

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.

Scary Bear Daycare

Accomplished Yet Friendly

Driven by strong ambition to rise to the top
Of your chosen profession, your work excites you.
Progressive and accomplished, you love a fair game
Of friendly competition where there is no shame
In defeat. Being modest and laid-back, your view
Of the world is a stage with a happy backdrop.

Confidence is your credo. Tenacious and tough,
You are intimidating and proud to be so.
But you’re also sincere… quite in tune with insight
Enough so that you help others’ futures be bright.
Bred in you is dichotomy, and what you show
Is your best self to others. To you, that’s enough.

When your world is turned upside down, you can adjust
And take responsibility seriously.
Frightened by human babies, you handle them well.
You will sacrifice everything rather than sell
Yourself short on your keen sense of morality.
You are known to be someone most others can trust.

Learning from your encounters, for worse or better,
With creatures who are alien to all you know,
You can cultivate wisdom and share it with those
Whose mistaken beliefs they may blindly impose
Upon all of society. And as you grow
To spiritual fullness, good times shall occur.

A Satisfying Experience

Consumer Satisfaction

Deeply satisfying experiences are
Worth giving some acknowledgment. Kindness this way,
Will ensure that all future encounters will be
Customer service working most efficiently.
With more freedom and gusto in how people play,
Meaningfulness in living is not so bizarre.

 Personal and important are most of our needs
So the opportunity to make a good sell
Is presented most clearly to all who are sane.
Ignorance of the fact yields mediocre gain.
Sensitive and connected are those who do well
As the cycle of intercourse rightly proceeds.

Attracting abundance is made easier when
Value can be assessed and appreciated
In everything offered. Its rawness of worth
As perceived through my vision is rarified earth
Which can then be transformed into my daily bread.
The occurrence most gracious must happen again.

Each of us is both customer and company.
When we mingle with others we conduct business.
States of heightened expression of love and goodwill
Neutralize disillusionment. We may fulfill
Dreams of unending profit and glowing success
By remembering to be the best we can be.

Playful Matchmaker

Sophisticated Collaborative Talent

You take part in larger-than-life endeavors, and
With well-meaning intentions, you make yourself known
By simply keeping focused. The final outcome
Will be positive, long-lasting, and ripe for some
Entertaining calamity. Playfully prone
To tender ingenuity, proud is your stand.

 You’re a frisky old rascal and goofy as hell.
Having so many puppies, one would think that you
Would have more sense about you, but you prove folks wrong.
Confidently responsible, you get along
Well with others because it’s the right thing to do.
You are socially agile and integrate well.

Working equally well with others or alone,
You excel at collaboration and achieve
The fulfillment of wishes that you’ve taken on.
The task may be enormous, but you’re no moron.
Your friends are most supportive because they believe
You have leadership qualities and a backbone.

Playfulness is your pudding. Loyalty to fun
And commitment to caring are gifts that you share.
Mutual understanding means all can depend
On the help of all others to safely transcend
Perilous situations. Willingness to care
Is the means to enlightenment for everyone.

Imaginative Power

Mind As Messenger

Subtlety of expression and focused intent
Allow my best ideas to remain afloat.
Sailing on the horizon, the mind is at sea
In pursuit of whatever may satisfy me.
As I master illusion, the time I devote
To advancing in wisdom indeed is well spent.

Imaginative Power I generate.
The sensation of sea sickness I manage by
Concentrating on calmness and staying awake.
For the sake of the voyage, it’s one huge mistake
To be lulled into slumber while wondering why
Life has rudely forsaken my will to create.

Fogginess is an issue. With mind opened wide,
On some days, storm clouds gather. The sea becomes rough.
The imbalance unsettles me. After a while,
When things have settled down, then the light will beguile
My spirit damp and heavy with favor enough
To feel rejuvenated in unfettered pride.

Worlds of dreams and of spirit and realms of the deep
Inundate my subconscious. My fantasy brings
Fertileness to imaginative processes.
I enhance my aesthetics with relative ease.
While in touch with reality creative things
Of all kinds motivate me and keep me from sleep.

Together Strong

Strength of Gentleness

Your presence is most powerful, yet tenderness
Is you most treasured asset. Both loyal and brave,
People in your life love you and value your gifts
Of humor and altruism. Your heart uplifts
Those who feel they’ve no hope and nothing left to save.
Kindness to all who know you is what you express.

Gentleness is an attitude solid and strong.
All rely on your firmness and clearness of view.
Natural is your wisdom for looking ahead
To the wiser solution. Indeed, you are bred
For positions of leadership. All that you do
Brings about peace and harmony, laughter, and song.

Dinosaurs live a long time. They get to be old
Like the trees and the mountains. The earth was their home
For a while ‘til they vanished. When they do return
Will they have much to teach us? What lessons we learn
From what we conjure through our creative syndrome
Are available to us, and they are pure gold.

Respectful and heroic, your will to survive
And give service to others in true selflessness
Brings to you much fulfillment as others receive
Reassurance there’s always reason to believe
In the power of goodness to heal and to bless
Every creature on earth who is willing to strive.


Don’t Go Back To Sleep.

Certain unspoken differences among us
Along with reservations – the product of fear,
Are retained in the psyche yet transmitted out.
Anyone who receives them can know without doubt
That signal infidelity is more than clear
In the faulty emitter. Is it worth the fuss?

When communicating while cooperating,
Sensitivities dormant may surface and cause
Instant misunderstanding if words are released.
As potential for tension is greatly increased,
Each unto the other will showcase all their flaws.
All who gather want to see who takes the first swing.

Some of us are mind readers. In fact, we all are.
It’s pathetically dormant in most. That is why
Faith is all that we have when extending our trust.
The glass mind that holds hatred can hardly adjust
To the tune of humanity. Rather, they’d die
Than make peace with the past and its butt ugly scar.

Why we speak the unspeakable in dark of night
Only with certain others or maybe alone
Is no secret to anyone. Should it be said?
Or should minds remain locked so that evil may spread?
Neither choice is acceptable, and it’s unknown
When we will have evolved in a way that is right.

An Adventurous Spirit

Idealistically Headstrong

You risk everything you know. The dreams you pursue
Bring about transformation total and complete.
Headstrong and quite artistic, the thing you long for
Is far different from what had once been your core.
Yours are intense emotions that know no defeat.
Others warn you of hazards, but you follow through.

With the voice of an angel and mystical charm,
Creatures outside the palace walls are your best friends.
Your sweet singing, daydreaming, and adventuring
Coalesce in a powerful potion to bring
All that you most desire. Your intention transcends
Obstacles in your path and all that may do harm.

You take full responsibility for your acts
Even if they cause problems. Sincere and contrite,
Arguments you can handle. You diplomacy
In heated situations comes naturally.
Selflessness and compassion you offer despite
The antagonistic who have only raw facts.

Emergence into this world from life under sea
Takes phenomenal courage. Within the unknown
Is the chance for disaster or true happiness.
Feeling free in the comfort of heaven’s caress,
Happily ever after and not near a throne,
You have chosen adventure, and all must agree.


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 Glutton For Calamity

The Food of Life

Simple pleasures in living, like toasting mushrooms,
Being loyal and supportive, and eating good food,
Make living satisfying demonstrably so.
Your cheerful disposition you’re honored to show
To your close friends and family. Faith is renewed
In kindheartedness as your example assumes.

A sincere confidante, you rodent overweight
Fulfill need for encouragement. You’re most impressed
By uncommon abilities in others seen.
Your acknowledgement of them is fairly routine.
Tolerance is a virtue that can manifest
Fresh insights and creations to mitigate hate.

Some ideas you may not at all first comprehend.
That makes not a big difference. You persevere,
Trusting knowledge will come in the time that it takes
For the soul to recover from fearful outbreaks.
It takes not long for your best self to reappear.
In the long run, you always remain a dear friend.

Your calamitous capers by passion are fed.
From beginning to end, each one as it unfolds,
Is a lesson suggestive of keeping carefree
And appreciative in the highest degree.
You may not know completely what your future holds
But always you have reason for looking ahead.

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.

Lazy Efficiency

Observent Relazation

How can someone get so much work done while asleep
Or awake in a lucid daydream of his own?
Moving at a much slower pace there’s more to see.
Relaxed and yet observant in activity,
In times of desperation his wisdom is shown.
Laid back in his persona, his feelings run deep.

No one would dare outdwarf him. Eternally small,
His perceptions of things taking place around him
Are more vividly clearer than on average.
His conclusions are prophetic. So, he’ll engage
With the folks around him, knowing chances are slim
That he might misinform them. That would be his fall.

A dream life most profound and simplicity are
His most outstanding talents. The comfort in peace
He knows infinitely well. His humble advice
Is to honor the rhythms of your flesh device
And to use them to your advantage to release
Pent up tension so that it cannot leave a scar.

Always weary and droopy-eyed most would assess
To be core to his nature. Not absent of mind,
Sound and true is his logic. He makes the most sense
Of the sequestered seven. He takes no offense
To what others say of him. He’d rather be kind.
Sleeping is one thing he cannot do to excess.

Getting Through

Breaking Through to the Point

What nature of congestion defines Getting Through,
Meaning there’s nothing visible to my intent
To make sense and deliver truth where it must go?
Solid form can’t exist unless I get to know
How I best can dissolve it and not circumvent
My established path forward. What else can I do?

Well, I could buy into the myth that there’s a wall
Blocking me from advancement and simply turn back
Due to lack of self-confidence and something more
That is extremely hard to access at its core.
Giving up means accepting societal flack.
Sufficient it is to make one feel rather small.

Another option would be to go believing
Still that there’s a big obstacle right in the way.
So, prepared for collision, but shy a helmet,
Severe damage is eminent, to one’s regret.
Traumatized and reluctant is how one may stay.
Misfortune with this choice cannot be surprising.

With reasoned objectivity and focused thought
I can get where I’m going. The path is made clear
By directing awareness beyond what is real.
Entities nonexistent beget not ordeal.
Breaking out of my old ways is not done in fear.
I select which life lessons I need to be taught.

Little Lady

Artistically Spirited

Most artistic and regal, this spirited one
Loves attention. In public she wants to be seen
As a poised and proud lady with special talents.
Her imagination gives her self-confidence.
She is destined in this way to some day be queen.
Emulating role models is easily done.

She may be somewhat prissy and like a spoiled brat
But we all have our issues. She’s not yet of age.
Tattling on her brothers when things don’t go her way
Makes good sense in the moment. It’s all but fair play.
Knowing how to win fights well, her charm she’ll engage.
She’s a super-sized package for one little cat.

A hopeless romantic and daydreamer at heart,
Frequently she is lost sighing deeply in thought.
She appears to be too carefree and danger prone
Since she’s had little practice standing on her own.
Rarely does anything really get her distraught.
With her head in the clouds she performs her best part.

Certain she can help you to show others you know
How wonderful you are is her magical gift
Offered to anyone who’s in need of esteem
The depletion of which is a horror extreme.
Relying on her ability to uplift
In the real world or fiction is the way to go.


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.

Too More Than Few

Mutiplicitavely Imaginagive

Merry twins dancing gleefully awkward of grace
Can perform for their guests by fulfilling their minds
Need to chase after wild geese that weren’t meant to fly
But to vanish completely. They’ll give it a try
Having been animated by tricks of all kinds.
Existential excitement they’re willing to face.

These imaginative, fun, and expansive two
See delight as a service. Their duty to call
Is sounded almost instantly upon request.
Making life a continuous gamely contest
Between them, among others, and any at all,
Is the way they always come up with something new.

Mundane talk is made pleasant with intricate care.
One can notice that logic has taken a leap
In another direction. Affection is theirs
For those who become trapped in their silly affairs.
As they move about swiftly, they make their horns beep.
Most annoyingly jolly, they’ve too much to share.

Life is made up of stories. The ones that we tell
To others who’ve no choice but to listen in pain
Are the most effective as teachers of free will.
Ain’t it odd that real people have mastered this skill?
Expect not I an answer. It would be insane
As the one who is asking knows perfectly well.

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.

Far From Difficult

Much Closer to Easy

Finding birds of one’s own feather, futile it seems,
While consumed in the earth, not having taken flight.
Is there anyone here in this sky besides me?
Well, of course there are. It’s just that I cannot see
Because they are in spirit immersed in pure light.
Selves with bodies attached are forsaken extremes.

Pleasant time I am having so far as I play
Through this day most fulfilled in my usual tasks.
Simply seeking perfection – a bit here and there
To take note, as I find it, what there is to share
With a world that will care is all that this self asks.
I will get what I long for in some other way.

It’s no time for job interviews. One rugged fart
I’ll reserve for a company. I’m on my own
Independently nurtured directly from Source.
Survival of the fittest
is done by brute force.

There’s just something about that I cannot condone.
Is it wise, in this case, that I fake well my part?

Discontent among others yet fresh in the mind
Is the challenge by choice that is easily made
Where awareness and free will let go and combine
In a newness of comfort. My mood is benign
In the presence of all else as I am portrayed
As one somewhat defeated and socially blind.