Archive | May 2017

Selfish Enough To Feel

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

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

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

Appreciate Like No One Is Watching

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

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

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

As I Breathe Deeply, I Feel Myself Thrive

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

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

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

Full Term Termite

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

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

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

 

I Look for What I Want To See

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

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

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

Payola

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

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

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

By Polar Order

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

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

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

It’s NOT My Work To Control Others

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

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

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

Ron Running YellowBook

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

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

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

Life’s Buffet

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…A magnificent lineup – A feast fit for kings…
This life is a Banquet for palate and taste.
And it’s simply no matter that things may be there
That are not to my liking. ‘No need to despair.
I just pass those things by. There is no time to waste
Finding fault with the lineup and other such things.

By default, I’m invited. I’m one of the race
Of the billion-fold dining in this earthy hall.
The fine dishes are many – too many to choose.
How could I sample all? Some things I must refuse.
I don’t think that my preferences cater to all.
We each eat life differently. That’s no disgrace.

It’s not wise nor appropriate that I complain
About food that I think shouldn’t be in my sight.
Because I’m just a guest at this feast like the rest.
I should bless people’s differences. This way is best.
You may like eating things that, to me, don’t seem right
But through mutual respect, we have so much to gain.

The Intent of Attention

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When one stands at attention, one’s focus is keen
To receiving command from the cause of such act.
And benign is attention that’s focused from will.
It’s a good thing to mention, and not overkill,
That attention is how we are prone to attract
All that’s nice and congenial and all that is mean.

I create what I’m living, for good or for bad.
I was born with magnificent guidance to know
Whether one or the other is affecting me.
With such guidance onboard, it is easy to be
In alignment with that which just wants me to grow
To my fullest with more joy than I’ve ever had.

As it is my desire, first off, to feel good,
And as I practice nurturing such thoughts that feel
Pretty good when I think them, this much I do know:
Only good things will come. Inner guidance will show
That whatever I focus on is the real deal.
I respect my attention. It’s well understood.

Eternity’s Portal

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My future cannot be about what is past.
The two are like apples and lug nuts to me.
Of course, I’m the same then as now, in a way,
But by growing, we’re distant, as night is by day.
If I live in right NOW, I can very well see
That this moment is powerful, but it won’t last…

…As, the next moment, powerful… fast on the heels
Of the previous one, will take form in the mind.
Not a thing that has happened pertains to right now.
It’s a cumbersome paradigm shift, given how
Our programming goes against how we’re designed.
One should pay better listening to how one feels…

…Every day, every second… from this moment on,
If I keep my now current, I’ll be as I am.
I’ll continue to think and to speak of what’s now
And then come to know that I’ve not changed, somehow.
Fresh new thoughts for today is a worthy program.
Through Eternity’s Portal I am ever drawn.

Desire Is the Beginning of All Creation

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When one ponders the nature of cause and effect
There’s a peace in one’s knowing that surpasses all.
It’s desire that causes creation, we know,
And creating in joy is what makes our hearts grow.
Desire is the calling; we answer that call
With the things that we do and the lives we erect.

In allowing desire to find way to you,
You not only gain pleasure from having it done.
You will have new perspective from which to want more.
If that sounds quite peculiar, it’s best to ignore
Any thinking that doesn’t yield absolute fun
As misfortune can never come out of the blue.

So, do want what you want. This kind world will comply
To the will that is in you and lighting your fire.
If you don’t follow through with desire that is strong,
Everything in your living may just turn out wrong.
There is nothing to shame about full-blown desire.
What is shameful is scorning the will with a sigh.

Rain Sylvania

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There’s a thing about rain that my heart won’t disdain.
It will keep folks inside, out of others’ affairs
So their shape-shifting eyes, in their neighborly fare,
Can’t catch up on my business. Folks should be aware
That I do my own thing, not that anyone cares.
If you’re that hooked on folly, come out in the rain!

Put on your best tutu with water resist
And gavotte past my window with smartass in hand.
Take a me-mie of me as you’re tempted to pee.
I might stream you my shtick so you’ll do it hands free.
It’s a shame your garage door is shut by demand
Of a powerful Lady who seems rather pissed.

I dare you, dear neighbor, delight in the storm
Just the same as I do but with just a slight twist.
Park your butt in your yard like you usually do
And collect all your intel with rain helping you
To deliver wet gossip no sponge can resist.
I’ll enjoy the rain. You just stick to the norm.

To Feel Better

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Feeling Better’s the root of my every desire.
It’s the reason for anything that I could want.
Feeling Better, in fact, is the sole reason why
Any creature wants anything. Should this imply
That our feelings are fickle – a bit nonchalant?
They are guidance for us so that joy we’ll acquire.

If you had one goal only, then what would it be?
Were it to feel good, you would soon meet all goals.
You’d be happy, successful, and full of pure love.
You would shine like the light of the sun up above.
Know that heart is the master; the mind it controls.
Be successfully happy, and dare to be free.

Feeling Better gets closer to what we desire
And the two are connected in general sense.
Practice feeling good, then anything you give care
Will turn out just fine. Feeling good is like prayer
And our life becomes purposeful… filled with suspense
About dreams that come true and the lives we’ll inspire.

My Purpose In Life Is Joy

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One may ask of the kitten, “What justifies you
To just lie there immune to the chaos around
While we humans run ragged with cares up our butts?”

That which can’t be addressed will then drive ourselves nuts.
But the kitten will answer with softness of sound,
“I just purr for a living; that’s all that I do!”

There’s a lesson the kitten is willing to teach
To the human who often gets lost in the game.
The basis of life is the freedom to be
And its purpose is joy, most emphatically!
When one cares less more often, one might take the blame
For all others’ misfortunes, as heard in their speech.

I am freer to choose newer pathways to joy
With each dawning moment successive and pure.
In my joyous growth I do add to the sum
Of all that exists now and all that will come.
All-That-Is will partake, and my joy shall endure.
My life is my kitten, and I am its toy.

I Am an Expression of All Creation

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All that is physical came from what’s not.
I extend from creative nonphysical Source.
I am so much more than this body I know
Though it is part of me because nature says so
And also the law of this space-time, of course.
I’m of spiritual origin. This means a lot!

Am I the god that I pray to at night
Asking provident peace to engage as I sleep?
Do I ask The AlmightyThe One where I came?
Would it be blasphemy if we both were the same?
I am the good shepherd as well as the sheep.
We are one and the same, and that feels about right.

In this powerful now is the key that I hold
For allowing the flowing of Source that is me.
The better I feel the more Source I allow.
There’s no better feeling my Source than right now.
When connection is made it is easy to be
At my best, growing wiser and much less controlled.

This World Has My Back

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This world has my back and my mother’s brown eyes
Just as surely as all things I’ve ever dreamed of.
Since the world has these things – all existence, in fact,
I should call that wellbeing where good thoughts are backed
With the promise that goodness and kindness and love
Are my birthright. I don’t have to listen to lies.

I must reach for the feeling of wellbeing first
So that everything else will then fall into place.
If I’m troubled, I feel like this world makes no sense.
I oft’ sink into stasis when life gets intense.
To remember life’s wonder is my saving grace.
Pretty soon, lucid living will be well rehearsed.

I am selfish enough, now, to follow my bliss.
When I do so, I tap into natural flow
Of pure energy, positive and of my own.
Should I act like I’m happy? I’ve no call to moan.
So perhaps I should live what the wise ones must know…
This world has my back. There is nothing amiss.

Pillar Performer

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For my last day on earth I shall hang by the face
To a branch that is sturdy, yet tender and new.
To spring forth and perform natural acts is pure bliss.
I don’t take life’s meal lightly; no leaf I’ll dismiss.
I convert all to protein as fast as I chew.
Though I’m slow and deliberate, I run a fast race.

I’ve a lifetime to ponder and munch as I go
Automatic and focused on fattening fill.
In a multi ring circus no tent could contain
I’m an expert already and don’t have to train
For the feats I will die for. I do have free will
To remain from the spotlight. I steal no one’s show.

My death would come quickly if I became prey
In the beak of some dinosaur with a sharp eye.
Our act would end smartly, by nature’s demand.
Those who strive toward the big top will well understand
That the show must go on even though creatures die
And replace one another throughout nature’s Day.

Conceptual Hypothetics

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Hypothetically speaking, and straight off the grid,
And with utmost propanity possibly pure,
I must stand by my tank; I have me to thank
For positions I hold. With my wealth, I out rank
Any group that I chose. There’s a possible cure
To most any solution that isn’t well hid.

My tank is a treasure – a place of deep thought
On the puzzles I give it and pay it to solve.
I’m not bothered by facts; I kick back and relax.
My workers work best without me on their backs.
By token the same, though, solutions involve
Quite a bit of pure theory and how things should ought.

Thoughts are real things,” most wealth wizards have said
While the concept still boggles the everyday mind.
It’s a fact that all theory has birth in the brain
And when thought can’t escape, it will drive one insane.
My tank is not fancy nor one of a kind.
It’s a toy for the rich to turn gold into lead.

Frolicking Folksicles

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Frolicking Folksicles flaunting for fun
Among those who might eat them must take balls of ice.
And they’re colored, enhancing the eater’s delight.
Were they black and white only, it wouldn’t seem right
To consume them. Just looking would surely suffice
As one’s licking gets boring when all’s said and done.

Folksicles firmly propend to make peace.
It’s a principle pinnacle to their affairs
Of the heart and the mind and the spirit within.
With abundance of slurp, there is no need to sin.
There isn’t much else one could suck. But who cares?
If it weren’t for bright Folksicles, warring would cease!

What gets folks in a pickle, most Folksicles say,
Is the way we lose focus and blither head on
‘Til we sensate the melting – Folksicle in hand.
If our mess is sufficient, we voice our demand
That the sun should take cover – at least until dawn
So that Folksicle eating will yield no dismay.

Satisfactorial Combinatorics

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Suffix tor’s at the core of a syllabic war
Between what one wants and what oft’ one expects.
If believing is being without a sore clue
Then whatever you’re winning will satisfy you.
Any feeling of tension that thought disrespects
Puts a force field around what we love and adore.

Oh, Creator of Being, if you exist how
Then on earth do we know you? We’ve screwed with your word
Over centuries by now. When one speaks about facts,
We’re submerged in pure fantasy due to our acts.
What is known about God is well spoke by the bird
Who knows only Being and living the Tao.

Take a chance that your being is seeing its way
Toward a better believing for each now to come.
Be the one among many to whom life’s a breeze.
One can call oneself lucky as far as one sees
That a magnate’s no more than a lowly street bum
Who has cashed in on spiritual wealth day by day.

Utensoids United

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Utensoids United in condiment space
Sets the scene for first contact of quite the third kind
On a wall, in a house on a rock spinning ‘round
In its own starry kitchen where space does abound
And without incognito, they’re easy to find
Or to decline their visit, if that be the case.

Utensoids can stand being hung by the neck
And it doesn’t upset them to be used as tools.
Since they’re built really tough, you can’t use them enough
To uncover their cover. You could call their bluff
But they just might leave master cooks looking like fools
As in secret, they shape shift; there’s no need to check.

The Utensoids have come to keep watch on us all.
Not a single one wants to do harm nor insult.
If you grab a Utensoid, do so with intent.
You don’t want the damned thing to mistake what you meant.
If you handle it well, good will be the result.
If you’re cool with Utensoids, then stand proud and tall!