Archive | September 2021

Celebrate Your Ego!

Healthy And Wholesome Self-Praise

How can there be a better dance between ego
And the Source who sustains it whom I could call God?
I have lots of ambition. I’m ready to go
To wherever life takes me. My heart wants to show
It’s magnificence to the world that it be awed.
It’s something to be proud of as it helps me grow.

The ego gets a bad rap because it is true
That one that isn’t healthy can be dangerous.
But a wholesome one beams with the power of grace.
It’s my Source that I’m channeling as I embrace
Who I am at my truest. Ego is a plus
On the journey of spirit if it is made new.

That part of me which I call the ego is me
Receiving Source’s guidance when I’m feeling fine.
If I’m not well, then demons are giving me tips.
Only two ways the ego has. One will eclipse
The other. It’s a question of how I align
With the higher vibration that will set me free.

Ego is but a conduit through which can flow
The clear messages from Source I want to receive.
When I’m tuned in, tapped in, and turned on, I am there.
In expressing my selfhood, I show that I care
For the world and its people. I truly believe
That life is not worth living without an ego.

Get Ready

Your Joy Grid Is About To Start Filling Quickly

Here I am on this earth wanting all kinds of things
That most folks often dream of, so I can declare
That they’re mine for the having if I am ready
For my strongest desires to find their way to me.
If I’m not, I won’t have them. How can this be fair?
I control what my confounded universe brings.

So, how do I Get Ready for things to happen?
I must stop doing that thing that I always do
That keeps life in stagnation with nothing to show.
It’s my focusing on it that I must let go
Then, as water flows downstream, goodness follows through
Getting Ready can be done again and again.

If I can just accept that what I want is there
In a state of vibration but totally real,
Then all I need to do is to tune myself to
The vibration of having. That’s easy to do
If I maintain awareness of the way I feel.
If I want to Get Ready, then I’ll take that dare.

If it means stopping watching tv, it’s ok.
If it means getting rid of my friends, so be it.
Because all that we talk about is lack and doom.
If I take in less negative, I’ll have more room
For the thoughts and the feelings that rightly permit
Every thing that I want to flow gently my way.

The Existence Of God

One's Ultimate Pondering

Do I believe in God? Answering yes or no,
You have learned absolutely nothing about me.
Nebulous is the word God. It means many things.
Many people have lost lives. Our psychosis brings
About reasons to argue over ways to see.
I will not share my beliefs with those I don’t know.

I don’t like the word He, but so many folks do.
Sleight of word is a powerful potion to all.
But this is a free universe. To each its own.
All this talk about God is so way overblown.
No pronoun is convenient. No intent is small
In the using of God’s word to tighten the screw.

So, where does it all leave us? We’re left on our own.
Saving us from ourselves has always been our job.
In the laws of the universe God is expressed.
One could say that it’s God’s work. I’m surely impressed,
And I feel it would be great to chill and hobnob
With the one who created me. I’m not alone.

Ambiguity gives us the freedom we need.
Overlapping of ideas is lubricant
For our social machinery. I can agree
With someone who I would not agree normally.
Allowing God within me to charm and enchant,
I am not in the business of working a creed.

Missing Inaction

The Norm Of Inequality

When a white girl is missing, all are up in arms.
There are many resources expended to find
Every clue to her whereabouts. Amber alerts
Are broadcasted profusely, and the thing that hurts
Is that black and brown females are left far behind
In the blessing of God’s grace. Everyone it harms.

Every standard young white couple out on the trail
Is a thing of great value and such a fresh sight
Until something turns ugly. The man is believed,
And the woman’s whole take on things is misperceived.
If this couple were black, would the system be right?
One or both of them surely would end up in jail.

There’s no knee-to-the-neck justice for the white man.
He may bullshit his way into running scot free.
A fake twenty dollar bill is just not the same
As a white woman’s murder. Yet he bears no blame
Until things are so obvious for all to see.
Institutional racism is a dark plan.

 To ask if there’s a problem with anything here
That is written or written of is but to jest.
My whole purpose in writing is to explore truth.
As we look to the future, it is in our youth
That the cycle be broken – not just not expressed.
We as humans can avoid a future austere.

When To Quit Your Day Job

Assurance Of Success

You may work as a bartender during the night.
During daylight you work hard at your company.
You may be a big partner or just a peon
But no matter how important the echelon
While you are doing more than one thing, you’re not free
To create for yourself a future that is bright.

Companies have their interests and special needs
Independent of those of each one who works there.
Typically, they’re not in sync, and it can be hard
To maintain your alignment. Indeed, you are barred
From the bounty that’s due you. So you must take care
That you don’t start the planting of negative seeds.

Now, let’s say it’s your baby. It’s all up to you
To make sure that its startup goes very smoothly.
Your alignment with what you do during the day
Harmonizes with passion in every which way
With your life dream magnificent. Then you are free
To make that big decision. It’s what you must do.

When the needs of the company outweigh your drive
And demand all of your attention, then it’s time
To stop hedging your bets, if you feel confident.
But if not, then don’t bet because you will resent
Every subsequent failure. Failure’s not a crime!
Sometimes that’s what is needed for business to thrive.

Never Pursue Anything

Giving Up The Struggle

Spirits say earth is one of the toughest of schools.
Souls are eager to come here for reasons unknown.
Maybe it’s because struggle and density here
Is a master illusion compounded by fear.
The potential for hate on earth need not be shown
Any more than it has in its evil whirlpools.

In ways, earth seems to be cursed, but it’s a façade.
We as souls bring it with us from previous lives
And the earth is a wonderful place to behold
But from infancy until we’re ninety we’re told
That only the aggressive and mean one survives
And that life here is hard and intrinsically flawed.

Just the word ‘pursuing’ is worth considering
In an attraction based universe you never
Need to pursue a damned thing. All that you need do
Is establish a good vibration that is true
So the life you are wanting is bound to occur.
It should not be ‘amazing’ what good thoughts can bring.

People try, then give up, and with pain they complain.
“I’d better just manhandle it into being”
Is the fateful conclusion that they will come to.
Ninety nine percent of the work’s done before you
Have the dream half completed. But here is the thing:
Leverage of alignment yields maximum gain.

The Whereabouts Of Amanda Aftermathy

Levity In Intrigue

Becky Beingsby here of the new BBC.
My dear friend and colleague, Amanda, isn’t here.
Our anchor, Aaron Asswhole, and she had a date.
They got into an argument over her weight.
She decided to get clear of his atmosphere,
But in doing so she’s disappeared completely.

This is our top news story. Nothing happening
In the looney tune saga of reality
Is important enough to consider the truth
Unless one self-prepares with some shots of vermouth.
No one knows where Amanda is. Where could she be?
In advance, we would like to thank you for streaming.

Now, the Asswhole in question, interrogated
By the local authorities, then was let go.
Now he has turned up missing. Could this be a trend
For abused and abuser? I can’t comprehend
Human nature that damned well. So, on with the show.
What I have to report is still long awaited.

Our producers and directors all have agreed
Not to spew information that makes folks uptight.
So, instead, perfect nonsense is all that we do.
What happened to Amanda? Stay tuned for a clue.
We are not here to tease you. We’re here to delight
In the lightness wherein the true spirit is freed.

Everything That You Want

The Culmination Of Desire

“If I Want It, I Can Have It!” Say this one thing
About everything wanted, and repeatedly.
If the universe makes possible your desire
Then it can well deliver it. All may transpire
That you’ve dreamed of for ages almost instantly.
There is no limit to what your good mood will bring.

I know that it is entirely possible
To achieve what I want. I just need to let go
Of the yearning, and pleading, and long suffering.
All that crap doesn’t get it and means not a thing
In fact, those are big obstacles. It’s good to know
That my past failures are fully ignoscible

If I want it, I can please myself on the way
To its manifestation by milking the thought
And the feeling of having it right here and now.
It’s the best method known. I must trust and allow
I focus only on things that matter a lot
And keep track of how I’m feeling throughout the day.

The whole reason for the existence of the goal
Is to give me a fun and pleasing adventure.
On the path of my journey, small pleasures unfold.
I like knowing I want things to have and to hold
 Because knowing they’ll happen is sacred and pure.
Manifesting means feeling that, without, I’m whole.

Forget Talent

Skill Is Not Everything

If you feel you have talent that’s worthwhile to share
Yet the absence of feedback is too much to take,
Then perhaps perseverance and passion alone
Make talent less significant. People are prone
To be harshly judgmental. They’ll cut you no brake.
The resistance is futile if you really care.

To get anything done that is truly worthwhile
And it’s meaningful to you and any others
You must have a deep interest in what you do,
And your practicing to the edge makes it come true.
Perseverance and passion cut through your druthers.
Practicing until it’s perfect must be your style.

If it means so much to you, then it also means
That there are others waiting to hear what you say.
Just as surely as cricket sounds in the still void
You cannot let your message get lost or destroyed
By a lack of self-confidence. Do not betray
The power and magnificence locked in your genes.

To have grit is important. When getting knocked down
Through the process of living, the spirit gets strong.
It withstands all the negative and maintains hope.
Success shouldn’t feel like you’re walking a tightrope.
Keep your vibration high and you cannot go wrong.
In a short time you will be someone of renown.

A Call To Deep Rest

Requirement For Detachment

I must use the word ‘I’ but I does not exist.
And it baffles the rational mind easily
To consider who I is at any moment.
Characters we must play; the body may resent.
If we just keep on acting and show no pity
We may need to befriend a good psychiatrist.

I am not the performer. The roles that I play
Represent parts of myself who act out of fear.
I am not the damned poet that I’d love to be
Nor am I my well crafted personality.
What I am truly is something sacred and dear.
I am that which is programmed to stand in its way.

Sadness happens to everyone once in a while
And is brief in duration, whatever the cause.
Depression is a different animal, though.
It’s my body informing me that it wants no
More to do with my avatar. So it withdraws
Into a state of disease to where I can’t smile.

When the body says, “Screw you,” and it is ignored,
Then in retaliation it will be depressed.
Depressed means that a Deep Rest is clearly called for.
I must answer that calling. My act is a chore
That I use for survival. Yet there’s no conquest
That is of more significance than self explored.

The Unspeakable World

Sensory Imagination

Those who speak all the damned time and cannot shut up
Can know only their own conversations because
They can’t hear anything anyone has to say.
And the same goes for thinking too much. We betray
The Unspeakable World when we’re caught in the jaws
Of the beast of chit-chatter who holds a dark cup.

Stop and listen to people once in a kind while.
What they have to say complements conversation
As in back and forth dialog. As for thinking,
The subvocal orator, when silenced, will bring
A deeper awareness of life and how it’s run.
Constant symbols and imagery is not its style.

The moment you stop thinking, you’ll be in contact
With a world without texture and all that makes sense
To the bodily senses. No sight, sound, or smell
Or the names we have given to all things can dwell
In the presence of beingness. Insight immense
Can be had for the asking. This is a known fact.

With a handful of colors we’re blind as the bat.
With a brief scale of notes, deaf we might as well be
Yet the world of no thoughtform remains infinite
Both in color and sound, and it feels only right
To indulge The Unspeakable World frequently.
Stopping fixing conceptions, I shall not fall flat.

Life Is Not A Straight Line

Contingent And Natural Asymetry

Your success is the product of many failures.
You may earn a trophy for participation
But not so in the business of getting ahead.
Everyone does something to keep family fed.
How we do it depends on our preparation
Yet the life path is fettered with many detours.

Our society doesn’t prepare us for what’s
Really needed to be successful in business.
Most of us incur losses and disappointment.
There is no business model designed to prevent
All the pitfalls contingent to final success.
Persevering through difficult times does take guts.

Life Is Not A Straight Line. It can have twists and turns.
In nature, lines of straightness one will rarely find.
The way things grow in reality is more so
Like a circular motion as upward they go.
It’s a roundabout pattern wherein we’re resigned
To uncertain conditions where the spirit learns.

Up and down go the stock markets. Painted ponies
On the fast carousel of the world casino
Are controlled by their riders and popular whim.
It remains your decision to sink or to swim.
You can discipline your disappointment, you know,
Then your path convoluted is taken with ease.

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

Welcoming Death

Tomorrow starts without me. Someday it shall be.
Should the sun rise and find your eyes dampened with tears,
Please don’t cry while you’re thinking of those things unsaid.
I know how much you care for me. Tears that are shed
Speak for you and me also, and I have no fears
For a place has been readied in heaven for me.

If it should start with out me, know that what’s occurred
Is that my name was called. Then, taken by the hand,
I was told I must leave earth and all that I love
And ascend to the kingdom of heaven above.
I cannot argue with what the Big One has planned.
As I looked back, a tear fell, and your voice was heard.

It seems almost impossible I’m without you
And can’t hug you goodbye. How I want you to smile.
Emptiness, memories, and sorrows I’ve become.
When I think of the things of the world I grow numb
At the thought of your sorrow. Yet after a while,
I rejoice in the new work I’m given to do.

And when I walked through heaven’s gates I felt at home.
God looked down upon me from a huge golden throne
And said, “This is eternity. All that I said
Will be yours is now yours. You have nothing to dread.”
I’m now ready to give up the earth life I’d known.

In the realm of eternity is where I roam.

On The Passing Of A Dear Friend

Pools of Damping Vibration

It’s always surprising – inevitable news
Of the passing of someone. It happens to all.
Yet it still causes ripples through one’s consciousness.
I speak some about death here, but I must confess
That what I know of anything is rather small
As the shock wave consuming I cannot refuse.

A dear friend with a heart of pure gold is most rare.
Why they spend a brief while here is not to be known –
At least not by the living. The lesson I’ve learned
From this one of pure spirit may now be discerned
In the depths of my sorrow. I feel not alone
In her presence or absence. I’ve learned how to care.

And this isn’t about me. It is about she
Who’s most angelic presence is felt in her smile.
Bright and Pearlie, her essence is straight from her heart.
Down to earth is her wholesomeness with human art.
Fun and games she’s a master of. Her friendly style
Generates warmth within folk whomever they be.

I’ll remember her laughter, the warmth of her heart,
And her kind, loving nature. She has taken wings
And is now one with Spirit. Some envy I feel.
The impact of her sudden loss I can’t conceal.
There is now new meaning to my own offerings
To the people I love and of whom I’m a part.

Who Is Asking?

Which Self Questions?

My mind hasn’t known peace since I can remember.
It needs pacification. Can someone provide?
If I brought it in front of you, would that suffice?
I’ve looked hard but can’t find it and cannot look twice.
Wow! Fatigue of the psyche is now pacified!
No longer is my asking a glowing ember.

…And who was I in my last reincarnation?
You ask, “Who asks the question?” which jerks with my head.
I don’t know who is asking. Just answer me, please.
If I am but the question, why then do you tease?
Privileges of wisdom are rightly widespread.
I as student am ripe for the lessons begun.

The blank space behind my eyes is not really there.
Consciousness is sensations, thoughts, and images.
All the world that is real is a piece of my mind.
Through its neurons of network, my world is defined
And will perish when I do through many stages
Relation is transaction and could be called prayer.

Mutual Arising is what always takes place
Of subjective and objective. Dichotomy
Is continuum polar, most illusory.
Both sides rising together implies harmony
Like petals of the flower and leaves of the tree.
In the asking, one has but one’s true self to face.

The Art Of The Day

Scheduled Happiness

At the onset of consciousness from the night’s rest,
Try to recall the drama of where you had been,
As it slips away quickly. But don’t try too hard.
Memory dissipates as it has not a guard.
Exercising connection may link you again
To the gist of the dream world where you’d been a guest.

The awake state now dominant, take a deep breath
Of the air made abundantly full of life force.
Why not take then another if it feels just right?
Every next one fulfills you. God bless the good night.
Thank whatever or whomever you see as Source.
Spirit must be a part of your own shibboleth.

Still in bed feeling grateful, stay just a while more
Feeling even more wonder for things big and small.
Hit the ground running freely. The work you do here
Is the same as in spirit, yet now is more clear.
Your connection to guidance will help you through all
That your day offers to you, as ever before.

Daily dramas reflects your night’s journeys afar.
Each defines but the other. The act that you play
Among actual dreamers who are wide awake
Will provide you fulfillment. The care that you take
In perfecting your role will enlighten your day.
You’ll delight in the sight of who you truly are.

The Ego

The Personal Clutter Magnet

The ego is nothing other than the focus
Of attention. It’s like a radar on a ship.
It’s a troubleshooter telling what’s in the way.
Don’t identify with it. You’ll welcome dismay,
In that if you indulge it, you may lose your grip,
Thinking that you are better than the rest of us.

Once we cease our identity with the ego,
We become aware of the whole organism.
The corpuscles and creatures constantly at war
Means that we are quite healthy. The process means more
At the much higher level. There is no schism.
Harmony is the master who directs the show.

Zooming Out is a spiritual exercise.
Not only is it wholesome and therapeutic,
It also yields a view that is truthfully clear
All the discord that haunts and that seems so austere
Is as it simply must be. Ego is slapstick
In its clumsy performance in confident guise.

It’s a hard thing to say that this world is ok
When one looks at the chaos amid the control
Of the forces of egos upon so many.
In the long run of time, can we muster any
Sense of heartfelt connection with our deeper soul?
Thoroughly it must be searched for a better way.

We Are Not Separate

Despite Color Of Insulation

“I am he as you are he as you are me and
We are all together…,”
as the old wise song goes.

If I am I because you are you, and you are
You because I am I, then both of us are far
From who either is. This logic most clearly shows
Separateness is folly. Why isn’t it banned?

We know who we are in terms of other people.
Interdependent systems, we do not exist
Without all others present. We each interact
With what is our environment, and our impact
Is an issue not inconveniently dismissed
By the few who are given too much damned control.

What I call the external world is just as much
My own body. My skin is but a bridge through which
The external flows back and forth just as the tide.
In the peace of connectedness I must reside.
Knowledge made useful is intended to enrich
Every part of me that has grown cold to the touch.

We’ve not been taught to feel this. Our culture demands
That we feel only some parts and ignore others.
It is driving us crazy as one whole species.
On the brink of extinction, we live our disease.
Intervention by our daughters and our mothers
Is the hope that the most of us well understands.

The Game Of Good And Evil

Chronic Theatre Of War

Who knows well the term war games as if in a play?
What theater of warfare and audience hears
Only words that inflame it? Passion remains blind.
Am I real or automaton, absent of mind
Yet with reason and values. The story appears
Darkly human a pastime of moral decay.

Good and evil in balance is not a good game,
But with positive forces triumphant always,
Things would get awfully boring. A more perfect one
Is where good nearly loses, but true loss is none.
By a weird fluke of nature are honor and praise
Special traits of a species that cannot know shame.

Practical is a system where the good side wins
All the time but is never the winner, perse,
And the evil side loses always but never
Is the loser. And this could go on forever.
Successful and ongoing is war fought this way
As it keeps people distracted from all their sins.

Every group of nice people needs one of assholes.
Each becomes the director of the others acts.
As each defines the other, they know who they are.
And each means of encounter must not stray too far
From the issues pertaining to whites, browns, and blacks.
May God’s mercy descend upon our troubled souls.

Human Experience Comes From Within

Consciousness Is An Inside Experience

Your experience comes only from within you…
Be it pleasant or unpleasant… joy or upset.
What is happening from within must go your way.
Practicing consciousness methodology may
Gear you to more enjoyment. Through struggle and sweat,
You achieve nothing worthwhile in all that you do.

This world will never happen in nearly the way
That you would have it happen. One hundred percent
Satisfaction is futile. The odds are less than
About half that you’ll live life the best that you can.
It is to your advantage that you be content
With the ways of the world. It is all just a play.

But what goes on inside you is so different
In that you can control it to a large degree.
It takes practice of focus to get really good.
Mysteries of the universe are understood
In the peace within presence. The quest is To Be.
Then what follows will lead to ultimate content.

 What is outside, you can’t let control your inside.
Foolishly, people do so to their detriment.
The seat of your experience is within you,
But if you are not sitting there, there’s work to do.
The choice is between living a life of torment
Or of your life’s fulfillment. Which will you decide?

Be Invincible

Dare To Live

It’s supposed to feel good here on this ball of rock.
In this time-space dimension we’re here to create
From our heartfelt desires a spectacular place.
The contrasting reality we can but trace
To the negative aspects that speak of our fate.
One who stands out does so with the response of shock.

Physical are our bodies. We may interact
In a world with the same building blocks as the stars.
But we’re truly spirit in physical bodies.
Through the process of forking, we’re able to please
Ourselves at any moment. And each one is ours
For choosing to feel better. Life is not abstract.

 It’s vital to be selfish amid the contrast
That is sifted and sorted through by everyone.
Spirit loves that we do this and helps us along.
As long as we are happy nothing can go wrong.
Life will not be ‘mysterious’ when having fun,
And when practiced enough, the good feeling will last.

There’s no price to be paid for the treasure you’ve stored
In your dreams over decades. All you have to do
Is to be in alignment, then magic happens.
Life can be made wonderful when seen through the lens
Of the enlightened spirit – the one inside you.
Be Invincible! Life is your finest reward.

Unhurtable

Natural Defense

Say you’re looking at someone and don’t like what’s seen.
What is means is that your true self has not the same
Vision of that same person that your ego does.
Your feeling of disgust is most simply because
You are using that someone in essence to blame
For your lack of alignment, if we’re to come clean.

But what kind of relationship must be maintained
With a self so etheric and alien to
The self who’s most familiar to who you are?
Meditation can help. It is not that bizarre
That you draw what you focus on as we all do.
Be connected with your true self. There’s much to gain.

You could see other things when you look at this soul.
When these positive aspects are practiced by you
They will bring about changes in that person’s heart.
It would be but a pleasure to get a head start
On your quest of relating by attending to
The one you’ve with your true self. How’s that for a goal?

If someone cares to look at you in a bad way,
That one’s not connected to who they truly are.
Don’t be hurt by what others may think, say, or do.
That’s on them, and there’s no need for your feeling blue.
Your relationship with yourself carries you far
Through your world of relating each and every day.

God Wants Your Moment

The Instant Of Mutual Awareness

Time began with the big bang, and ever since then
Some quadrillions of moments have happened by now.
The majority of them did not involve us
Since we’ve been here a short while in this tremendous
Scape of time linked with motion and space to allow
Infinite form expressing again and again.

Grains of sand on the vast beach are moments we share.
One another we honor and savor the best
That good living can offer. We cherish at least
The emotions felt. Time is the ultimate feast,
And indeed our consumption is rightly expressed
Among those of a network of people who care.

Having started the process a long time ago
And existing outside it, the moments of God
Must be different from ours in some supreme way.
Such a Being is crafty and would love to play
With the fine craft created. So, would it seem odd
That the Creator want’s us to share what we know?

What we know is defective, contingently so.
No one knows the best answer to living life well,
And it gets complicated for most here today.
Joy and Peace are the moments for which I do pray.
In the valley of comfort my spirit shall dwell.
I’ll get used to the nature of God’s loving flow.

The Most Visible Spectra

Popular Foci Of Attention

Were it up to the children where would the world be?
They observe all the spectra from visible white
To invisible darkness. They have much to say
About how adults function, and in their own way
They provoke all to examine what’s wrong from right –
Something not every adult can easily see.

If we did listen to them, would anything change?
Would it end white supremacy as an ideal?
Can we all who are nonwhite give white folks a break
By reducing our birth rate for pure whiteness sake?
What’s been brought to extinction by whites is quite real.
History doesn’t teach that. Why is it so strange?

Everything is political. Wearing a mask
Is now making a statement about who you are,
As is boldly not wearing one in defiance.
Do we need to have children tell us what makes sense?
Were it not so grotesque, one could call it bizarre.
Good behavior is now an impossible task.

From extreme ultra right to infra liberal
All that we can deem visible we focus on.
The inverse of our wavelength is our frequency
Which allows each by free will to choose how to be.
Should it be ours to teach what conclusions are drawn
When the students have more of a sane rationale?

In Just One Day

Passion Equals Momentum

One can manifest anything In Just One Day
With deliberate focus and not much effort.
Most do that most unconsciously most of the time
About things insignificant. Focus is prime
In the art of creating our worlds of comfort
Constantly we’re receptive of what comes our way.

If I think it, then feel it, then it has to be.
Basic knowledge this is now. The receptive mode
Is the same as my mood. All the time I receive
In the way that I feel and by what I believe.
Feeling lousy reflects what I need to unload
That is not to my liking and not part of me.

What I’ve put in the vortex of all my desire
Is available to me but also the fear
I associate with it. I must sort that out.
Feeling is the right way to eliminate doubt
Such that what I want and don’t are made crystal clear
Then there’s no limit to the things I may acquire.

Momentum is Digestion. What I want, I eat
In the form of vibration of energized thought.
With the first swallow, momentum starts taking place.
The absorption of nourishment is but the grace
Of the heart’s true fulfillment, more often than not.
I must feel what it’s like to be full and complete.

I can do that in one day or in a decade
Or a lifetime of misery, struggle, and pain.
That it happens at this late date is no disgrace.
The good life of my dreams I do not have to chase
To the point of my madness. All that I attain
That is good and abundant cannot be delayed.

Pale Blue Dot

Humbled In Insignificance

In the vast utter darkness, the throat of deep space,
There’s a chalk dust eraser mark. It can be seen
From a vantage point one quarter light year away,
And the mirror’s reflection has something to say
In reply, as if answering, in its routine,
How humans are insignificant as a race.

In the dust band, and faintly, a tiny chalk dot
Sits alone unassuming and much on its own.
Everything everyone has done happened right there.
Every heartfelt emotion from joy through despair
Has been felt on that blue dot deep in a dark zone.
There they think they’re important and fear that they’re not.

In the cosmic arena, its rivers of blood,
Spilled by soldiers triumphant that they could become
Fearless masters a short while, offer little hope.
Evolution appears to be on the down slope
As our most fervent hatreds are beating the drum
Of a race war that will take all out with a thud.

This is our only planet. A home we have made
Of this thing that has birthed us and keeps us alive.
For now, migration to other worlds is obscene.
Until we can learn to keep our own noses clean,
It is best that, as one world, we learn to survive.
But perhaps we can’t do that because we’re afraid.

Aster * Risk

A Perceivably Precarious Pickle

Everyone that I’ve ever know will hate my guts.
It’s a given. I don’t have to figure that out.
In the brief time that I may have left, I’m assured
That I will be the enemy. Those who’ve endured
My abuse will be thankful and gleefully shout
When I’m gone because I’m prone to driving folks nuts.

You do that to me also though. This quid pro squat
Leaves someone more shorthanded. This Risk with a face
Tries to mingle among the real thing and behave
In the ways of true stardom. No love can it crave.
Once The Risk is discovered, a quiet disgrace
Permeates like a wet fart that offends a lot.

In some ways I am like you colorful breeders,
But something fundamental is missing in me.
Clueless, I’ve sought a lifetime the answer to that.
Yet you normal ones know me, and this tit for tat
With the mind and emotions I play piss poorly.
In the game of relating, I’ve few cheerleaders.

So I’ll just keep on hiding amid you aster
Trying hard not to dis you inadvertently.
You and I spell disaster and should never meet.
I’m an old pissed off bastard who cannot be sweet
Anymore. It is bullshit as far as I see.
My true self is the one thing that I must master.

Unblock

Relieving The Built Up Pressure

There’s this thing that I want so much, and it’s not here!
I would like to know why and what I’m doing wrong.
Am I not sitting straight enough? Is there some block
That I am not aware of? I don’t mean to mock
All this talk of alignment. I have played along
With the Law of Attraction. My stuff should appear.

When I want something too much, don’t think about it
Because that only clogs things and makes me feel stuck?
Well then how on God’s green earth can I be assured
That the thing that I want is most surely secured?
It’s too much of a task. I’m feces out of luck.
The ironic enigma makes me want to quit.

But there is no alternative. It is the key
To success in the process of my creation.
I must feel the excitement – non discouragement…
And the ease to live life with no need to resent.
Getting to what I’m after is all about fun.
It has taken a lifetime to finally see.

Yet in seeing, I’m being all who I’ve become.
It’s not hard to be easy when given the choice.
Doing things the old way only brings back old things.
When I stop the struggle, then the universe brings
Much more than I’d expected wherein I rejoice
To releasing the blockage to where it came from.

Bluebird

The Heart's Escape From Its Jailer

There’s a Bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
But I am too tough for him. I say, “Stay In There.”
I will let no one see you. In there you will stay

Until there is no such thing as the judgment day.
As I pour whiskey on you, no feeling you share.
May the world that is outside receive me in doubt.

In my heart there’s a Bluebird that sings of the blues
Due to my strictness with him. I cannot give in
To the flushing of sorrow for sins of the past.
Cigarette smoke sedates him. My will is steadfast.
All the whores and bartenders to whom I am kin
Know not who is inside me. The Bird I’ll abuse.

Do you want to mess up everything that I am?
Stay Down There. You’re a nuisance, and I am too strong
To let you blow my book sales and lots of income.
I have so much invested in keeping you numb.
And I’m also too clever to ever be wrong.
Sing yourself into slumber. I don’t give a damn.

I’ll let him out at night only. When the world sleeps
It has no notice of him. He wants to be sad.
Back inside he goes, singing a little in there.
Having not let him die yet, we sleep as a pair
With our pact kept a secret. My oddest comrade,
The Bluebird is a teacher to me as it weeps.

Earth Trinity

Harmonious Form And Structure

Lofty dreams and ideas turn into real things
Only when Earth is present in any event.
Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn are the Earth signs.
As the planets pass through them, their movement defines
Certain Aspects determined by their alignment.
When they form a Triangle, good fortune it brings.

Unlike the Opposition which splits energies,
The Grand Trine is an easy continuous flow.
In the Earth signs, the meaning of form and structure
Is as clear as the work bell. It is known for sure
That the joy found in doing can make the soul glow.
The Grand Trine is an opportunity to seize.

Health and wealth should concern us. Survival depends
On sustaining life substance and feeling our best
All the world, as a person, has needs to be met.
For a brief march of days, is it time we forget
Our focus on our bloody war? Surely I jest.
On a personal level, the true self transcends.

Pluto, Mars, and Uranus, the planets involved,
Form a perfect triangle for just a while more.
Pluto is transformation, and Mars, the ego.
Sudden change is Uranus. The more one can know
That is to one’s advantage is worth working for.
In this window of time some things may get resolved.

Pony Ride

Dark Cycle

Things are dead at the clubhouse, or maybe it’s me….
In my desperation a big gamble I took.
Now that I’ve made the foolish decision, I’m stuck.
I’ve grown closer to some. To others, I’m a schmuck
With a streak of incompetence. I’m not a crook,
But I need to be watched now, and rather closely.

Any time of the month is condensed down to one
Interrogative moment as I sit alone
With my phones disconnected. I want no contact
With the world of the living. It’s lethal impact
Feels strangely like rejection by people unknown.
I can know not the scope of the damage I’ve done.

Physical are the symptoms. The tight cramping pain –
Intercellular pillows releasing life force
In the deepest parts of me – is what I endure.
Institutions remind me that I am impure.
My net worth, nonexistent, is now void of course
In a network of gossip and righteous disdain.

There’s a knot in my gut as I straddle this rope
That my feet have slipped off of. It’s jagged movement
Makes my gait somewhat fated to going around
And around as I rummage through my dark background.
I can choose to give honor to this day’s torment
Or to see things another way, guided by hope.

The Greatest Prayer

Words Of Power

If You Believe, You’ll Receive Whatever You Ask.
In this chapter of Matthew, so much is revealed
That transcends the religious. It’s Spiritual.
It depends on the willingness to be grateful
For what is not yet manifest. All can be healed
By this method of praying, if up to the task.

It’s reflected in science. In quantum physics,
The observer effect describes how one can change
Situations, objects, and personalities
Through the thought given to them. The power we seize
With a positive outlook is nothing so strange.
Religion and science are a fortunate mix.

Blessed Are Those Who’ve Not Seen, But Yet They Believe.
This is the main ingredient of any prayer.

We receive what is given from life eternal –
The most generous giver of large things and small.
What Is Asked For Is Given. Feeling must be there.
The strength of our excitement is how we receive.

Disregard the appearance of what doesn’t match
Your picture of perfection of how things should be.
Thought Transmission creates within what is observed
The appropriate changes that are most deserved
Both observed and observer are linked completely
As thoughts turn into reality with dispatch.

A Magical Exercise

The Ultimate Mind Game

Women Are Fundamental. This statement of fact
With no more said makes strong men grow week in the knees.
What it means is complete loss of means of control.
Not a man on earth conquers the feminine soul.
Women rely on Magic to treat the disease
That flares up and is chronic with lethal impact.

One by one, states like Texas will try to secede
From the union of women – their freedom to be
In command of their bodies and female power.
In the long run, support for pro-choice will devour
Any chance that established law can completely
Be thrown out by old white men caught up in their greed.

Nebulizing an outcome less fettered and flawed
Can be done by believing that all things are well
With ourselves, how we live, and with the universe,
But, the weak human spirit exalts the perverse.
Exercising our Magic from the depths of hell,
We can change it. The way is brought to us by God.

What it takes is Emotion. Our Feeling what’s right
And that it is completed already is all
That is needed. Write down exactly how you feel.
Hypnotic visualization is most real,
And because it is Magic, no one’s part is small.
Our success depends on what we bring to the fight.

A Dream Within A Dream

Consciousness Within Consciousness

…And in parting from you now, thus let me avow –
You are not wrong who deem that my days are a dream.
Yet if all hope of sanity has flown away
To some kinder dimension, then what I must say
Is that there’s a much larger and complex regime
That imagines existence into here and now.

Brokenhearted I can’t be, yet somehow I am
Immersed in an enigma of shock and dismay.
If I’m part of existence, where do I belong?
This world has lost its sense of what’s right and what’s wrong.
In a vision or in none, for what do I pray?
Absolute is my feeling that life is a sham.

Of a shore surf-tormented I stand in the roar
As I hold in my hands grains of the golden sand.
How Few! Yet how they creep between my slim fingers
While I weep. As I weep, the wave rhythmic recurs.
Can I grasp with a tighter clasp of my weak hand?
They escape quickly to the sea and are no more.

Many thoughts flood the consciousness. All are the same
In a sea nonexistent with vital context.
They address a reality that can’t be real,
So, I can only go by the way that I feel.
In this pitiless wave I am much less perplexed
About what in a troubled world causes me shame.

Be Surprised And Delighted

Life Wants To Do You

When you want something badly, it’s not quite the way
To prepare to receive it. When you’re excited
About sifting and sorting through preferences
That your life offers you, your joy then commences.
You are on earth to Be Surprised And Delighted.
Let the universe pleasure you throughout your day.

You may choose making things happen physically
Verses letting the universe bring them to you.
But why go through the struggle of getting things done
When the universe knows you should be having fun
On your journey through living. In all that you do,
Be in touch with your true self spiritually.

Think about what you want and especially why.
Imagine it coming about and believe
In the feeling it gives you as you now daydream.
Things can come rather quickly. Just flow with the stream
Rather than against it. Only good you’ll receive.
Letting go of the effort allows you to fly.

The more detailed you are when you’re feeling your best,
The more fun and more quickly the energy moves.
And the more ‘hands on’ feeling in molding your clay
The more that you will manifest. This is the way
You were meant to create here. Your living improves,
And the powers eternal are at your behest.

From Your Inner Being

One Who’s Never A Stranger

Is there anyone in there who looks out through me
And knows all that is needed for living life well?
Yes, there is someone present who knows everything.
My communicating with that person will bring
On a wholesome environment in which to dwell.
In the very beginning, it happens subtly.

I must be in alignment with all that I am
Which means simply that I am most open and clear
To receive the connection, but then when I do,
I Am It! The connection is solid and true.
To perceive or to analyze will interfere
With my maintaining presence within my program.

The question and the answer are quite different
In terms of their vibrations. They do contradict
Each other. So the focus is on the answer.
To be stuck in the question can give me cancer.
Meditation is helpful. It need not be strict.
Twenty minutes a day is time that is well spent.

My question rests within me for a day or two
To make clear what I’m asking. Then I meditate
And listen to what flows, then record in some way
What I get from my spirit self. That’s how I pray.
I look forward to frequently reaching that state.
Who I am on the outside is rendered anew.

Texghanistan

A Cry Of Outrage

Who’s inside of my body. No man should be there…
Not without my permission. We victims of rape
Are rejected by the highest court of the land.
I can feel the tight grip of the government’s hand
Up my intimate caverns. There is no escape
But for those in support of women everywhere.

The profession of pro life is hypocrisy
Spewed by zealots religious. Life has no meaning
For the poor and the needy. They are not of God.
Any woman with feeling sees through the façade.
I shall thank divine forces for intervening
In the actions of madmen who rule by decree.

Who’s inside of my conscience and I inside theirs?
When I look in the mirror, no one do I see
With a robe and a stern look of condescension.
He who thinks of my body has bad intention.
I decide if and when a man gets inside me
And especially whether or not I have heirs.

Absolute is the power that must be maintained
By white men in authority. White babies are
A valuable asset. Non-whites who are poor
Will be killed or imprisoned. In evil grandeur
I am pushed to limits but never too far
That I lose sight of what in the past has been gained.

The Simmering Cauldron

Leading The War Pack

It’s the blue bloods and red hats – the dems and repubs –
Liberals and conservatives… always two teams
To prepare for a civil war ever to come.
Yet not all become soldiers; only certain some.
I’ve been warned since childhood that I’m part of their dreams.
Should I then be a soldier? I’m not good with clubs.

Nor am I good at understanding the deep hate
That one race has for all others everywhere known.
Congressmen speak preparedness just like the ones
Who have nurtured their hatred and value their guns
For that war that keeps coming. Our leaders condone
Blatantly what the others should not tolerate.

All the twisting of facts and the crafty mind games
Have a definite purpose. It is to erode
Any sense of reality except the one
Where the most racist sentiments can be homespun.
As the truth starts to simmer, true colors explode
Through the army, exposing its nastiest aims.

It’s now out in the open. There’s nothing to hide.
It’s confirmed. I’m the enemy. No change has come
Over decades of civil rights. Your smiling face
Remains in the minority, as will your race
In a few generations. Keep beating your drum
In expression of panic regarding white pride.

Decide To Get Happy

The Only Choice There Is

There’s so much information about feeling good.
Tons of books, affirmations, and many techniques
Are available to me. The volume is great.
I can’t take it all in because I complicate
Processes when simplicity my dumb soul seeks.
Truly I wish that these things could be understood.

Can this Law Of Attraction stuff work out for me?
What the hell is ‘vibration?’ I need to be schooled.
These ethereal concepts are hard to digest.
Where the hell is my stuff anyway. I’m hard pressed
To come into alignment. Perhaps I am fooled
By my excessive efforts to finally see.

It’s not so complicated. All that has been said
About living a life that is most fulfilling
Is reduced to one phrase: “Decide To Get Happy.”
All the mountains of words and procedures can be

Understood a lot better if I am willing
To let go of the struggle. It’s all in my head.

I just need to Get Happy. That’s in the mind too.
I’ve practiced being ornery for quite a while.
I can best harness the Power Of Feeling Good
By engaging in all that I possibly should

To enhance my alignment and brighten my smile.
I can feel my way into a life that is new.