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Social Intercourse

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

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

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

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

Uncomfortable Questions

Reactive Thinking

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

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

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

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


Dullness Intolerant

Social duties bisect me. Myself I’m beside
With the head of a chicken yet firmly attached
To the lifestyle prevailing. I make long-range plans
As do all other creatures of finite lifespans.
Any right course of action is perfectly matched
With a foolish behavior. I’ll take it in stride.

Basic needs of the ego are met everyday
By prioritization of mundane affairs.
In an orderly manner I’d like to behave.
Though I worry that I may become my own slave
Or the one of another, my better half cares
That my part in life’s puzzle will fit the right way.

Clear, objective decisions I make now and then.
The predictable cycle is but to observe.
Simply being aware of when fog settles in
Is the soul best discouraged from committing sin.
I can choose to be wholesome if I grab the nerve
That I had in the past and will have once again.

When I’m lost, my profession can suffer a blow.
I may lose my connection and purpose to be.
I become my own product that’s worthy of sale
When I’m found through the struggle. Then I must prevail
On my path somewhat Half-Cocked but most willingly
  Open-minded to learning much more than I know.

Big Picture

Desire For Growth And Expansion

Images that are too small can be magnified
To the size most agreeable to my belief
Of how big any picture can possibly be.
Finite imagination cannot let me see
Past the limits of selfhood, and time is now brief
As the Artist of all things has no need for pride.

Energy I still have for the things that move me
In exciting directions. But I must preserve
Some for keeping my focus sharp to the detail
While maintaining the view on the maximum scale
So I’ll see instantly when life throws me a curve.
In my twilight my sight is as clear as can be.

Luck is seemingly likely with infinite view
Of every possibility. Information
Of the insider’s nature would be but a curse
For the mind unrefined. Everything would get worse
As the self without wisdom is hugely undone.
Trees that make up the forest are part of the zoo.

Confidence with charisma and personal drive
Places one in the painting prepared to partake
Of the ever still movement reflected outward.
Seeing leads to believing that searching too hard
For the biggest of picture may lead to heartbreak.
Newer ways I can see things while I’m still alive.

Fair Weather

An Easy Change In Attitude

There are wounds that don’t heal as time marches along.
Certain ‘weather conditions’ retrigger the pain
That can never be absolutely forgotten.
Inner youngsters are part of all women and men.
When the child is amused, there’s some healing to gain.
Nourishment, when exciting, will keep the kid strong.

Children hurt feel that hurting is perfectly fine
As a kind of existence for making sense of.
Whether nurtured within or inflicted upon
Others for entertainment, the true self has gone
By the way of the fearful instead of by love
But with proper attention the young one will shine.

Light is shown on the wound when the weather is fair
And the bright world around offers choice to no end
To remain in seclusion or dare to behold
Opportunity’s presence and not to be sold
On the lack of fulfillment. The need to transcend
The perceived incompleteness is what we all share.

An environment richly supportive is one
Where the spirit is emptied of its psychic waste.
I create such a space by what I choose to know
About inclement weather, its worry and woe,
And by knowing what climates are not to my taste.
Life is often enriching, delightful and fun.

I’m Not Moving!

Resistance To Convention

Unexpected events are a strain on my nerves
And the one who provokes me as well has issues
That are most incompatible with what I need.
And I don’t need a master who’s out to impede
My agenda incessantly. I’ll not amuse
Someone who’s a control freak no creature deserves.

Understanding there’s turmoil in most people’s lives,
I want nothing to do with the problems they make
For myself and for all with whom they interact.
And this jerk with an attitude need to learn tact.
A good ram to the crotch I would give for his sake.
I’d read to him the riot act ‘til help arrives.

Time to scrutinize motives I take when I can
Muster up enough effort to put up a fight.
Solid figures of obstinance cannot be moved
If the act of the mover needs to be improved.
I’m one son of an anvil who you can’t excite.
Tie my ass in a knot if you think you’re a man.

When I need some attention I will let you know.
Beasts of burden among workers have equal rights
Among nature’s own flawless immutable laws.
I would appreciate it if you’d keep your paws
To yourself unless you would prefer to see lights
In an unconscious state from a lethal head blow.

Speaking Your Mind

Single Point Transmission

The mind rarely stops speaking in its conscious state.
All the incessant chatter assumes a threshold
Below signal intelligence. Thought we transmit
And receive among others is altered a bit
By the moment’s analysis. If truth be told
What is felt at the gut level carries more weight.

I get off on the frequency I can maintain
In profuse propagation of testimony
To my earthly existence. For this, I am one
Of the many who, like me, respect what is done
In expression of being absolutely free
To engage in discussion for everyone’s gain.

Seeking not resolution, my primary aim
Is to move mental structures to ever new states
So that thought generation can rightly occur.
Our humanity prospers by how we infer
From the clearly straightforward as social primates
How in all the diversity we’re much the same.

Problem solving is done, and creatively so,
Through the mind’s interaction with other like souls.
When we talk about ways we can all get along
And come to firm agreement of what’s right from wrong
We may find the achievement of our lofty goals
With the least of our effort. Have we far to go?

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.

Well Prepared For The Journey

Extreme Self-Reliance

A long journey must be prepared for in advance.
Basic needs are assessed to engage what is known
To be not kind to most travelers. Yet there are
Noble beasts of the desert who walk very far
With the greatest of ease and no frigging smartphone.
Handling hot sandy climates is no song and dance.

A living organism able to sustain
Itself most independently of its terrain
Is the camel in essence… a symbol of strength
And reliance on self to go to any length
To enforce its resources to maximize gain
Even though it is awkward and has a pea brain.

Carrying in itself exactly what it needs
For the journey’s survival, the wise creature takes
Full advantage of what nature alone provides.
What I feed to myself not another decides.
Time is offered for taking significant breaks.
There’s no need for my getting there at break neck speeds.

I relinquish the bondage of where I am now
By releasing the fear of the present unknown.
Having made the decision, what’s holding me back
Is the feeling that there is still something I lack
  In the way of consumption. In time I am shown
All there is that’s awaiting that I must allow.

The Magician

Dilligent Work

Turning spirit to matter or lead into gold –
Not producing live animals from a top hat –
Is the craft of the wizard or witch. With finesse,
The Magician has no need to fool or impress
Random crowds for sensation. That’s not where it’s at
For the manipulator of wisdom of old.

  We affect the environment each in our way
By knowing who we are and what we’re here to do.
Some of us take to science, others to the arts.
Choice and determination is where it all starts.
Intellectual discipline to follow through
All but guarantees joy, and the work feels like play.

Sense of duty to serve and ambition to dive
Into life’s grandest mysteries keeps one in touch
With the infinite cosmos which we know is real.
And its treasures of secrets it wants to reveal
To all who, in all truthfulness, want it that much.
We can take full advantage while we are alive.

The meticulous painstaking architect sees
Beyond structure and substance to what’s at the core
Of the fruit of enigma. Consciousness will rise
To the level of intent the wise one applies.
One becomes saturated while going for more
Pieces of the big puzzle with prowess and ease.

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.

Submergence Into Self

Deep Self-Analysis

Transient are some tensions that debilitate
And cause psychic confusion when one is alone.
They connect to the deeper ones if one is caught
In a whirlpool consisting of circular thought.
When it happens I sometimes feel cut to the bone
Where the matter, now marrow, becomes evil’s bait.

Convoluted emotions turn me inside out.
If I try to suppress them they grow even worse.
Intellect is a hamster’s wheel trying to still
Uncontrollable feelings. Yet it can’t fulfill
What it wants to so desperately. It’s a curse
To behold my submergence in utter self-doubt.

Sensitive are the issues that I have to face
At one time or another. Why do I delay
What I know is forthcoming? Though it causes pain
If I work my way through it, indeed I will gain
Needed healing and insight to show me the way
To a peaceful existence in God’s loving grace.

When in touch with the hidden aspects of my soul
Revelations significant to what I’ve done
In the past provide assurance I’ll come to know
The extent of the harm and the debt that I owe
To all whom I’ve mistreated forgetting not one.
While within the submergence I can become whole.

Up Your Base Chakra, Buddy!

Flagrant Freedom of Expression

Cosmic energy flows through the base of the brain
And the spine to the chakras then out to the nerves
So that we can fulfill our basic daily needs.
But the mind is drawn outward also, and this leads
But to mundane attainment. The body deserves
Alternation of current to stay somewhat sane.

We are much like bar magnets with positive ends
At the tops of our heads. The connection to God
Is made through the top organ. The base of the spine

Is our grounding to earth. We may reach the divine
Through techniques that are yogic. That we may be awed
By the raising of consciousness has dividends.

Selfishness, unawareness, and general fear
Pull the energy downward and drains it away.
But the mind draws it upward to higher ideals
Unless otherwise fettered by how pleasure feels
In our normal reality which will betray
Any trust in the unknown. What’s seen is what’s dear.

A force called Kundalini resides at the base
Of the spine. When awakened alignment occurs
  All throughout the nervous systems, then it will rise
Through the body’s main cable to open the eyes
Of the spirit to worlds it knows that it prefers.
Up Your Base Chakra, Buddy! Your heath do embrace.

The Socialite

Fine Tuning Social Networks

Can I find entertainment and offer the same
In a safe social setting with friends and the like?
With an eye on excitement I find what I need
And provide much to others. My spirit is freed
To commingle. Chords of harmony I do strike
With most elegant people of power and fame.

Infinite curiosity beacons my heart
To the wide world around me and all its affairs.
The magnificent nature of all that I see
Leaves me breathless and thankful. I’m willing to be
Of the fortunate few on the planet who cares
That the ongoing hatred may rip us apart.

We could use a coarse tuning in what we believe
As one human conglomerate group as a whole.
Ripe is now the occasion to search deep within
For our ultimate worth. Our original sin
Is the unfettered ego. It cripples the soul.
Nothing short of disaster can make us all grieve.

I’ll admit there’s not much that my lone heart can do
To address the hard issues that harm humankind.
I try not to be fearful but faithful to life.
Not at peace with the torment and resident strife,
I keep my mood above ground, and there I will find
And maintain a fresh outlook and friendliness too.

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.

Heads In The Clouds

Foresight and Planning

The big picture is visible. Energized air
In the clouds of creation of concrete ideals
Speaks the image of foresight and firm long-range goals
Through the integral process that spirit controls.
The electrical nature immensely appeals
To the organization of which we all share.

Time for transacting business or big party fun
Is at best planned beforehand ahead of the storm
That will bring about changes in how we behave.
Eternally hypnotic, the alpha brain wave
Is the state of enlightenment and quite the norm
Among those who know two heads can work well as one.

Arrogance is a given as charge is displaced
Among opposite forces that must take their sides
To ensure that balance is the final result.
Difficult are our conflicts, but they catapult
Our spirits to the heights where pure genius abides
By whatever is wanted and firmly embraced.

“As above, so below” has been quoted by those
Who express correlation between the cosmos
And the actions of people, and places, and things.
One’s belief is irrelevant and often brings
About misunderstandings with those who are close.
Sometimes it’s best to withhold rather than expose.

A Foggy Day

Imaginative Potential

No one can but deny its intoxic control.
In a New-York-like minute it plummets the mood
To the depths of delusion and utter dismay.
Misty haze is a menace in anyone’s day.
Brightness is the reality, but it’s subdued
By the faint transient presence that withers the soul.

Clarity – not confusion is what I’d prefer
All the time if It’s possible. It’s more than that.
Knowing that there’s a filter between me and light
And that soon it will vanish, I’m felling alright.
Fogginess is akin to the idle chitchat
In the mind pre-programmed for despair, as it were.

Lucidness in my seeing comes after my thought
And the active discernment that needs to take place
In my conscious awareness, and how it all feels.
Frequent flight into folly most often reveals
Any fault with my vision. I warmly embrace
What the day has in store that has not yet been bought.

Over-idealization of the mundane
Can rarely be a problem. A mind open wide
To the heart’s inner calling and hearable voice
Is one firmly believing it makes its own choice.
I cannot let the weather perform as my guide,
Nor the gloom heir apparent among the insane.

Competitive Compulsions

Endless Power And Energy

Critical culmination defines the climax.
Competitive Compulsions are primed to the peak.
Prowess in one’s performance prepares for the pie
In the sky of achievement. The spirits are high.
Sporting is an adventure that’s not for the weak.
When the game’s on the line there’s no time to relax.

Some aerobic activities lack the release
That comes with intimate involvement in a team.
The intense interaction caresses the soul
In the heat of the passion. To win is the goal.
I’m fulfilling my most wonderful childhood dream.
It is my only wish that it will never cease.

What truly is at stake does not take compromise
As a nonsense solution to problems at play.
It, in fact, is an elegant dance taking place.
A display of great power in balance and grace
Is a thing most aesthetic in a perfect day.
Either team and its members all win the big prize.

Overstepping the boundaries is apropos
In this field of endeavor, and timing is such
That we move in an instant precisely worked out
To the last millisecond. This leaves little doubt
That it enflames the passion our fans love so much.
Is it odd that aggression makes for a good show?

The Art Of Persuasion

The Convincing Argument

With authority figures I get along well.
One must keep them believing that they’re in control
And a cool way to do that is by playing dumb.
It may be kind of tacky and useless for some
But for me it’s a neat way of reaching my goal.
It’s the will of the wise one I’m willing to quell.

This works well with most anyone. Since I’m a child
I can take full advantage of subtle combat
Of a cognitive nature. It’s all in the mind.
I define most behaviors as more than inclined
To relenting to innocence. Anger falls flat
In the otherwise mellow one. I tame the wild.

I don’t listen to words much but feel what they mean.
Through the heart of the meaner they’ve much to convey.
The most accurate truth I intuit with skill
Worthy of the Great Goddess. Her will I fulfill
By firmly understanding that I’ll get my way.
He will be fully trained by the time I’m a teen.

But The Art Of Persuasion I implement now.
Basic to my survival ‘til that time draws near
Is the pleasure bestowed upon me to be sweet.
I can handle most adults I happen to meet.
Can someone give a scolding to someone so dear?
There is only one answer that one would allow.

Eagerness For Input

Emotionally Stimulated Intellect

More in touch with my feelings than usual, I
Need someone to depend on who isn’t all there.
There can be no confusion when I’m in control
Of intimate surroundings. My geek-hearted soul
Gets a surge of excitement that none can compare.
No commitment but pleasure and joy do apply.

I must think that my weird ass is having some fun
All alone in my living room floating in air
In the comfort and privacy of my own home
Where salacious affairs of the consciousness roam.
I won’t make this a bad habit, just to be fair
To the people who know me. What harm can be done?

Not a part of this body is made without nerves
And them buggers git sensitive once in a while.
My solution, though fantasy, really feels nice.
If I weren’t so damned digital would I think twice
About virtual intercourse? With a big smile
I will slam dunk that nookie as justice deserves.

Much to be said is wordless so it shall remain
In the realm of complete inexpressible thought.
What one finds sentimental another may feel
That the source of sensation is somewhat surreal.
If I keep it low keyed I may never get caught.
I want one to think I’m perversely insane.

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.

Calm And Foresight

Peace With Self

Circumstances befall me, and I must take care
To ensure that I’m safe. Many people I meet
Everyday are delightful, yet some can behave
As if life has no meaning. The things that they crave
Are inadequate clutter for life incomplete.
Of the threat of infection I’m fully aware.

 Having matters work out that do need working out
Is addressed with some caution. I’m tempted to trust
Not only in perceptions but how the gut feels.
Like no other sensation, this keen one reveals
If encounters are shaky or if they’re robust.
All taken into context it leaves one no doubt.

Certain situations play right into my hand.
It does not happen often but often enough
That I’ll try reassessing what I’ve come to know
Hoping that in the long run my spirit will grow
To let go of the fear and much negative stuff.
Life can always get better as I understand.

Receiving recognition for accomplishment
Is a transitive tone of a texture untrue
To the spirit of giving freely from the heart.
I require Calm And Foresight to get a fresh start
By improving and blessing the work that I do.
When it comes to my writing, I do not relent.

Intricate Mental Work

Implementing The Psyche

The vast mind, while engaged with enormous detail,
Has its way with precision. Each intensive task
Is performed with great pleasure and relative ease.
The zone is of importance. The work is a breeze
With increased mental stamina in which to bask.
Excellent reputation cannot but prevail.

Seldom one will get restless in daily routine
If the mind is attuned just above the threshold
Of one’s common existence. Much work to be done
Rectifies any boredom, and it can be fun.
Well within the lobe frontal I mine precious gold.
When I’m doing so I have no cause to be mean.

Mentally stimulated by all that I see,
I run into some trouble every now and then.
That’s because I’m a Virgo… or maybe because
I bite off pieces too big to fit in my jaws.
Anyway I’ll regroup and start over again.
Nothing like mind intensive work does it for me.

Yet in humble commitment, all that I can do
To return what’s been given is my only goal.
Having given up needing like hell to be read,
I’ll keep on entertaining. Long after I’m dead
All that is left behind is a part of my soul.
The gift I have to offer is my point of view.

A Strong Will

Firm Competition

A Strong Will is the answer to getting things done
And attaining ambitions in tough man’s domain.
Compromises are useless and lead to defeat.
I’ll butt heads with most anyone I come to meet.
There is not a good battle from which I’d abstain.
And what is most exciting is that it’s all fun.

People play on their power to cause an effect
That is hugely dynamic in those they oppose.
Purposeful is their prowess at proving a point
That the gods of aggression would truly anoint.
Those who seek out a meaningful challenge are those
Of a spirit demanding the utmost respect.

With intent to shine brightly the energized soul
Will find much recognition while reaching great heights.
Confrontation of egos is not always good
But in spirit of sport and enhanced brotherhood
Those who do tangle ass are well within their rights.
The moment’s satisfaction is the only goal.

Independent authority, I must assume,
Is a wholesome expression of self in its prime.
The spiritual nature of interacting
With forces that will strengthen us is a good thing.
Willfulness in one’s being begets the sublime
In a world fascinating wherein we may bloom.

Helpful Words

Want And Need In Balance

I feel like crying, “Mommy, what does it all mean?”
Am I quite the adult now? The child within me
Takes avail of defenses the best way it knows.
That’s why when I do worry how clearly it shows.
When alone I am able to rightfully see
That what’s newsworthy is bad for mental hygiene.

Why not try and be truthful, you news talking heads
With your minds in the pockets of those in control?
I’ll form my own opinions and get what’s to know
Or I won’t. If I don’t then good feelings may flow
To all people I know from the depths of my soul.
What does break the best nature like wildfire it spreads.

People seem empathetic and anxiously so
There’s too much information that makes lousy sense
To any kind of madness that I could conceive
Yet it takes but one sick one to firmly believe
Anything being sold simply because they’re dense.
What goes on below surfaces we’ll never know.

So some words may be helpful to give all some hope
That significant in the message must be truth
Even if it is nothing or something not known.
Why not try treating adults as if they were grown?
What may change for the better is up to our youth.
Tell us that you know nothing. With that we can cope.

Seriously Thinking

Sorting Thorugh Thoughts

The concerns most important and front in my mind
Have to do with connection to something beyond.
Trivial are amusements. They pacify me
But for only the moment I care not to see
The picture that is larger. Therefore I respond
To life’s infinite chatter somewhat in the blind.

Making plans for the future is worth all my while
While the present prepares me for what is to come.
Buckling down is the mood that I seem to be in
But, to what is the issue. Where do I begin
Sorting out my connections and severing some
If they no longer serve nor engender a smile?

Discipline is an asset I treasure by now.
Concentration is better with coming of age
And the mind functions perfectly well. I’m surprised
That it is not declining. All would be advised
Not to be measured by some irreverent gauge.
Guidance from only spirit is what I allow.

People I find delightful are those who, with care,
Take the good things in life as divine providence.
What I find most fulfilling as life nears its end
Is the grace given to me, that I may extend
To the world with its troubles my own common sense
And the best way to do that, I find, is through prayer.

Cautiously Critical

Psychic Reluctance

I’ll reserve my conclusions, for now anyway,
And just let it all sink in. Too much that I see
Is to me so confusing. No chance will I take
With what I don’t know now. I remain wide awake
To the feel of deception. Cautious I must be
Of expressive assessing. It could spoil my day.

I feel I’m a good teacher. The few who I’ve taught
Find me sharp and delightful in their adult ways.
I don’t mean to astound them, but I do take pride
In my keen observation skillfully applied.
What has not been taught to me is due to delays
In the faulty machinery in which I’m caught.

Seriously considering all taking place
While deluged in delusion I do find my way.
In this strange world around me, at best, I’m amazed
That amid all the madness there’s much to be praised.
So, so far, there’s not much more that I need to say.
We exist here by the mercy of divine grace.

How else can one explain it? To question is like
Licking out a gross rabbit hole with ruthless tongue
Before plunging head first into fantasy land.
Your grownup explanations I can understand.
I am not that naïve just because I’m so young.
Getting used to the truth is like riding a bike.

Time To Purge

Revelation of Inconvenient Truth

Now and then, a good purging brings psychic relief.
The mind clutter accumulates to the degree
Of processor malfunction and crash of hard drive.
Within once in an episode I must take five.
Sometimes it takes a minute. Then four are left free
To engage in pure nonsense beyond all belief.

Opposition to powerful pressures have I
That exert from external things and from within.
Energies being tested are damned to be mine.
Yet the creative process does suit me just fine.
Letting go of old patterns is where to begin
Painting on a fresh canvas. Need I ponder why?

Holding on makes more difficult keeping one’s cool
While traversing the turmoil and treasure life holds.
Sadness is so sensational, and the good news
Is the next entertainment most sane people choose.
Some perk up when disaster or trouble unfolds.
One who voices disgust is then labeled a fool.

We define human nature by how we behave.
Is it within my power alone to affect
Anything in the real world if I am confused
By the purposeful rubbish so widely excused
As benign and delightful? With all due respect
Any word from our sponsor is meant to enslave.

A Pleasure Trip

The Unusual Vacation

Foreign lands I know not of exist in the dreams
That I have yet to. So how could they then come true?
They need not be as real as the life that I face
While at home in the earth though it’s not my birthplace.
All things stranger than normal compete for my view
And my journey of pleasure is needless of schemes.

Artistic in its nature, the world at its worst
Inside out and reflected in dark matter well
Enough to seem quite real, all is meant to explore.
I can’t stand heavy sanded gazing from ashore
To that mystical somewhere apart from this hell.
I need no motivation nor am I coerced.

Do I want an encounter a third of some kind
Complete with all the drama that others so crave?
All that has been conceived of and all that could be
Is below anything that would satisfy me.
What is truly unknown is the quest of the brave…
Not that I’m all that daring; I’m just damned resigned.

Consciousness worth expanding must also deserve
The freedom of expressing its heartfelt desire.
Never should it be thwarted. It is the release
That fulfills the adventure and brings about peace.
And through self-exploration it can be made higher.
We are not meant to simply kick back and observe.

Fighting Words

Emitionally Colored Speech

They crawl out of the woodwork, of which souls are made
In the image of nature, and into the air
Causing useless destruction of logical thought.
Fighting Words filter through us. Often they’re not caught
At the feeling heart center where we’re made aware
Of the gut level crudeness become the crusade.

I take out my aggressions on others when I
Feel that I’m being threatened. Words I often use
For defense or for preemptive lethal assault.
Does the harm not intended appear as my fault?
If it does then I have but a lousy excuse
To march on through life’s war ‘til the day that I die.

In the fertile subconscious, the roots of the tree
That all souls are a part of receive what they get.
Conscious feelings accumulate in the tree trunk.
The less mind intervention, the more one is drunk
With obsession to dominate and scant regret
That a kinder alternative is not to be.

If impulsive and restless because something wrong
In the craw of the consciousness can’t be resolved
In a civilized manner, may I find relief
In foreknowledge that tells me it may end in grief?
Does the realization make me more evolved?
Well, at least, it ensures I remain proud and strong.

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.

Can We Talk?

Need to Communicate

Interruption of leisure to hear a dear friend
With an issue unsettling offers me the chance
To be warmly receptive and with open mind.
If indeed there is reason for not being kind
Then myself I’ll examine. My life is a dance
Intermittently graceful as I comprehend.

Within me enough empathy rightly aroused
To the point of compassion need not prove a thing.
My eternal existence is all that is felt.
From a personal standpoint sometimes I am dealt
What is most beneficial and life fulfilling.
As a mate to oneself one is firstly espoused.

Should I showcase my prowess at lending an ear
To someone needing comfort and human support?
I shall honor their crisis as I would do mine.
We’re all in life together. There’s but a thin line
Between self and another. I cut myself short
Of the ultimate peace that the spirit holds dear.

To communicate clearly, words must be precise
In the everyday business of getting things done.
But a different meaning is sought when we speak
From a deep desperation. Connection we seek
With another conceiver or at least someone
Who can perfectly mimic one. Would that suffice?

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.

Conditioned By Habit

Fast Pased Life

Fast paced living demands a big chunk of the soul.
If it’s crammed in a briefcase, its size becomes small
Bits and pieces of lifetime blown clear from one’s own
Sense of self, and achievement gets way overblown.
Too much haste in one’s habits invites the brick wall
Surely to be encountered in reaching that goal.

I’m somewhat automatic and set in my ways
But my wavelength is greater as I come of age.
No longer in the rat race, I wear not a tie.
I’m no longer a slave that some outfit may buy.
I attend to my business at home in my cage
In a state of fulfillment through most of my days.

The more noble obsessions are those where the heart
Slows the passage of time so that more can bee seen
Of the good, bad, and ugly deeds willfully done
While alive on the planet. I bow to no one
But in deepest humility, in my routine
Is a prayer giving thanks that I play but a part.

I’m conditioned by habit as most people are.
We are creatures of such as has often been said.
And with moods and emotions, the fearful ego
Needs too much damned attention. This just goes to show
That, Conditioned By Habit, all will end up dead
For the sheer stress of living is none but bizarre.

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.

Sensory Maintenance

Fresh Emotional Shift

Personal and subjective concerns override
Everything else. It need not be too difficult
To arrange time together with those of our kin.
Our most sensitive feelings grow from deep within
And exude positive energy. The result
Is a smooth running engine of love amplified.

Systems such as relationships can use a tweak
Frequency of the tuning is never too high.
But to share an adventure is for the old soul
A delightfully bright day. It keeps the heart whole.
For the young one curiosity is the sky.
Bonds remain ever solid. They never grow weak.

Investigative research can be done, one sees,
On what makes a good friendship endure through the years
By those who do behavioral science the best.
Those would be all the doctors. Their views are professed
To define what is normal and that which best clears
Any integral structure of psychic disease.

What all can be accomplished will more than suffice
When it comes to fulfillment in time spent with care
For the ones we most cherish. Much more may be said
But if I keep it up, at some point I’ll drop dead
Since it’s way past my bedtime. So just to be fair
I will end this one here, and I shall not think twice.

The Appropriate Outlet

Emotional Conflict Resolution

Always getting in trouble and blaming it all
On the bad hand dealt to you, you sometimes forget
That your turbulent nature is most commonly
The denominator episodically.
Your behavior in public you often regret.
As an adult you feel that you’re hopeless and small.

Who is this speaking to me? This self knows no one
Who would lay out the truth to me in quite this way.
So perhaps it’s my conscience. That would fall in line
With how I would prefer to be – sane and benign
With who all I encounter in each brand new day.
I reflect the archetype of the bastard son.

The serene disposition subconscious in me
Is not calling the shots, and this should be the case.
With my conscious decisions I have some control
But when passion erupts from the depths of my soul
I become too impatient with my human race
And this self, made inclusive, would rather not be.

The Appropriate Outlet is limp to be found
In the objective everyday world. My release
Is in knowing that one does exist just for those
Who exude creativity but who oppose
Existential confinement. I may find my peace
Through the guidance of spirit which is the most sound.

Thinking Compulsively

Locked Into Focused Attention

If the mind can be opened can it then be locked
So that thoughts in its chamber can find no escape?
If confined in this manner how does on behave?
Does one look for another one’s mind to deprave?
Does one need but a mind to perform mental rape
Because evil is too much fun not to concoct?

I’m obsessed with ideas and preoccupied
With interrogating everything that I know.
What I don’t know is questionable just as well.
I would hope there is worth in what I think and tell.
My mind is more than open. That’s why the words flow
Like the falls of Niagara. I’m rather wide.

It may border on nonsense. The things that I say
Have their own kind of meaning. But meaning, as such,
Has its way of opposing itself in the mind
Due to its fickle nature. Therefore I’m resigned
To not being disabled nor soft to the touch.
Inasmuch as there’s some hurt I’ll get through my day.

Tending to my suspicions of all that exists
And of much of what does not is fair exercise
For the mind in the mundane and madly mainstream.
I’m aware from the git go that life is no dream.
It takes not a disaster to open my eyes
To the reality that compulsion enlists.

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.

Understanding Our Feelings

Easy Articulation of Feeling

Are we creatures of logic? Or is it our moods
That influence our actions? Or is it quite both?
Gathering information and sorting it out
Is how we handle many things without a doubt.
Yet our feelings confound us but lead to much growth
And as we understand them more wellness exudes.

We must speak of emotions most hard to express
With someone or another who is of like heart.
If we lock them inside where they’re not to be found
They become more than toxic. Indeed they’ll impound
The more positive feelings. We may then depart
From all hope of recovery as we obsess.

Thoughts and feelings are part of the mix that we are.
When they sync well together then life is a breeze.
But they don’t always do so. Conclusions we draw
Are encumbered by fear and a most fatal flaw
In the logic of leisurely living and ease.
When they’re in good alignment we feel up to par.

We are social creatures, as the experts do say
And we need one another’s support to hang on
To this life we all cherish for better or worse.
And because we need others can we be averse
To maintaining connection? We who are withdrawn
Are the ones to reach out to in every kind way.


Your Most Martian Worth

What indeed is your dick length… and girth, I might add?
Do you earn at least six figures and own a yacht?
If you do then you’re qualified to take your place
Among all of my suitors. Do not fall from grace.
You profess to be manly and too hot to trot.
Can you feel quite the same with your ego unclad?

What I want is good chemistry. Do you make nice?
Your pleasant conversation may be to your good.
It’s somewhat energizing. You put on a show
Just for my entertainment. I’d like you to know
I seek vulnerability in your manhood.
You may now tell your story, but make it concise.

Are you stable emotionally? Or do you
Make your heated aggressions a part of your style?
I’ll assume that you are, since you didn’t speak up.
Can you handle my nagging and whine like a pup?
If you can we may play out our roles for a while.
If you don’t cut the muster, I’ll bid you adieu.

I believe in equality. If you do too
Then you’ll know I’m superior in every way.
I’m the same as the goddess of nature and love.
I can be most assertive with no need to shove.
Listen carefully to all that I have to say
And good luck. I have applications to review.

A Feeling Reset

Freshness of Positive Emotion

When we take time to nurture, our hearts are fulfilled
In a way that resets daily tension to nil.
Women do this most naturally, but it’s true
That when men become fathers they will do it too.
Giving love is a heart based emotional skill
Stronger ties with one’s spirit this pleasure will build.

We connect daily habits and rigid routine
With the blessings life offers. Our best hopes and dreams
Do reflect in the present. The spirit is free
To enjoy what today brings. The most we can be
In the moment of knowing can turn into streams
Of much love and affection never before seen.

A strong sense of belonging to what has been made
Viable and familiar comforts the soul
Of oneself and all others. Our spirits are high
On the process of caring with each heartfelt try.
There’s no fuss about reaching an ultimate goal
When, in truth, among loved ones, our hearts are conveyed.

Attitudes and reflections on what we hold dear
Are the optimum sustenance. Nothing comes close
To a healthy perspective in matters of heart.
Whether we are together or somewhat apart,
What ensures happiness is a generous dose
Of the love we’re withholding perhaps out of fear.

Plupiter – Juto Confusion


There’s this misunderstanding about certain things
In the cosmos and how they are apt to behave.
If Uranus is nasty what can make it clean?
In conjunction with Mars it would have to stay mean
Depending on which house it would choose to enslave.
No one looks forward to what this mad aspect brings.

Other configurations are more important
Than are some because some are much weaker than those
With significant power to do some real harm.
It is my honored duty to sound the alarm
And refute information from deep dark shadows
And there’s no one around who can tell me I can’t.

There’s a Plupiter – Juto Confusion afoot.
It is wreaking some havoc in most people’s minds.
These are two way out planets. They both have much pride.
It’s not often the paths of these two coincide.
When they do there is bigness of truth of all kinds.
It’s a major event with a lethal output.

Be prepared in the long run to be not without
Strength of purpose that cosmic confusion can’t beat.
Take a break from the nonsense and learn the real thing.
Such a world of enlightenment this act will bring.
Stellar chatter is often a form of deceit.
Make sure what you digest is most pure without doubt.

Keep It To Yourself

Inhibition of Emotional Release

Emotions, when unpleasant, can sever the soul
From connection to all that can give it relief.
When they’re kept to oneself loneliness creeps inside.
There is ample confusion that faith is denied
That things will start to improve. There is no belief
That something not accounted for can make one whole.

I could just cut them off if they cause so much grief
That I can’t function normally. Yet if I do
They will surface again in ways much more severe.
If I share them with someone then I might appear
To be hopelessly troubled. And it may be true.
I would hope that my suffering now will be brief.

It is tough to feel burdened, lonely, and depressed
When such feelings as joy and bliss memory holds.
No control do I have over things I once had,
And whatever life shows to me makes me more sad.
I do not have a stake in just how life unfolds.
For right now I have nothing but pain to digest.

The byproduct of waste is what I must release.
It becomes grossly toxic and causes distress
In the lower gut chakra. If I hold it in
I will suffer a breakdown. That would be a sin.
Psychic irregularity I must address
As it happens or else I will never know peace.

God’s Image

Beatific Essence

The nature of God’s Image nature cannot know.
There’s no viable context this world can provide
To show meaning and substance to be understood.
I see only the image of our humanhood
At abject disadvantage. The mind is denied
The omniscient knowing because it’s too slow.

I see life as conundra and death as release
From the lack of the image. To play along then
In the depth of confusion with those who are here
Is the ultimate circumstance to deal with fear
Of the unknown in living. I’m stuck once again
On its purpose, the knowing of which may bring peace.

So consumed with an image derived out of need
For complete understanding, do I stand alone?
Or are there many others who want to know more
Than what is being shown and why life is a chore?
Others may have their questions, but I have my own
And may not find the answers. Yet still I’ll proceed.

I would think that God’s Image reflected in me
Is one of sheer astonishment by what’s been made
To perceive its own selfhood and seek with delight
Every clue made available in the finite.
I’ll consider this one a most noble crusade
For the infinite wisdom that may set me free.

Spiritual Energy Burst

Body And Spirit

Larger patterns influence the smaller in ways
That enhance the mundane and accent it with flair
For at least a brief moment. The time is enough
To perceive in the dullness more colorful stuff.
It’s an energy burst for the spirit to share
With the ones who are closest to honor and praise.

Something new in the making is due to emerge.
My internal divisions are smoothed over now.
Inner harmony helps the outer self to be
In a state of wellbeing that others can see.
Accurate are reflections that demonstrate how
Energy manifests in a positive surge.

A strong feeling of purpose I have overall.
I connect to humanity much as always.
No necessity is there to doubt this is true.
In an instant my outlook on life becomes new.
A good boost to the spirit elicits my praise
As long as I am willing to answer its call.

Totally beneficial are times such as these
When I see more than clearly the sense my life makes
In the worldwide community. I can do more
Than I felt I was able to ever before.
Life is hard, but it also has its lucky breaks.
They exist for the wiser among us to seize.