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Do I Really Exist?

Questioning Consciousness

Can I transform myself? Can I make myself sane…
Or more loving or unselfish? Is that my wish?
It would seem necessary to be these fine ways
If I am to be nurtured by other folks’ praise.
When I feel I can’t do it, I’m rather sluggish
In pursuit of direction, so I act in vain.

So much says I can’t do it, but I say I can.
Gravity is an odd consequence of time/space.
This aspect makes it seem alien of nature
But indeed how can that be? Earth can but assure
That itself and I are one. I fully embrace
What this is that I’m part of as one humbled man.

Within time and space equal, all that I can do
Can’t be done because I don’t exist in that way –
An ego-separated personality.
An idea based on a fake feeling of me
Is what passes for presence each and every day.
Putting things right is futile in absence of clue.

Things exist that I can and cannot do. That’s fine.
I would pay due respect, here, knowing I’ve no choice.
All that goes on of itself is all part of me…
Which includes all of this earth most naturally.
It and I are a mutually passive voice
With no message specific. Such Being Is Mine.

Let Go And Relax

It'll all be over soon.

Off a cliff I am falling. What else can I do?
My death is clearly eminent. Fear have I none
For the probable outcome, so I’ll just relax.
If I hold on to something it will only tax
More than ever an emergent situation.
It will not change what happens, for all that I knew.

There are many debris that are falling along.
In the past, I had clutched them. Brief is our time here.
Things and I are important, but to let them go
Finds relief in life’s pressures and consummate woe.
Alibis are abundant to mitigate fear
That the things in my life are not where they belong.

I have responsibilities. People depend
Upon me for their purpose, and I upon theirs.
Things put in proper perspective cannot be wrong.
Insecure about living, how can I be strong?
By surviving compulsively, all my affairs
Are of careful avoidance of what must transcend.

Off the edge we are all thrown. Nativity gives
Each of us a good push into gravity space.
It’s above and below us, and there’s little time
For my messing with words trying to make them rhyme,
But it’s kind of a fetish. All that I embrace
On the way to the ending is not that which lives.

The Meaning Of Knowledge

Nurturing Wisdom

The true Meaning Of Knowledge, for thousands of years,
Has evolved with precision in every detail
Of rhetorical acts we perform every day.
It provides us a framework in all that we say.
Brief descriptions of certain terms at your avail
Form this informal treatise of logic frontiers.

There are Beliefs and Knowledge. They are not the same.
Belief is a Propositional Attitude.
True or false it can be, or completely unknown.

Assertions have Truth Value that stands on its own.
Propositions are Assertions, but they include
‘Substance’ for the Assertion that’s easy to name.

Propositional Attitude is mental state
Of the speaker or writer regarding what’s said.
One can be energetic yet quite deceptive.
So some judgement one takes if one is perceptive.
That’s why Justification is the binding thread
Of the fabric of Knowledge. Now don’t that sound great?

Justification is simply good evidence
To support one’s belief as submitted as proof
That the person has true knowledge. Testimony
Is a most common form of proof, definitely.
Those who speak without Knowledge are strange and aloof.
They love hearing themselves speak at others’ expense.

Justified True Belief is what Knowledge became
Until some dude from Germany sixty years back
Turned this definition upside down by proving,
Using off the wall logic, that true it can’t ring.
But we live in the real world where folks don’t know jack.
So the hell if it matters. It’s all just a game.

Orwell On The Thaw

Catching Up To 1984

Shortly prior to death, his stark warnings of things,
That may come without notice like drying wet paint,
Were recorded by interview decades ago.
His insight was uncanny. Keenly did he know
Human nature, although he wrote with some constraint
Due to TB and the horror that sickness brings.

There will be few emotions… Most certainly fear,
Rage, and triumph over someone who is helpless.
The erotic instinct, once eradicated,
Will abolish the orgasm. People instead
Will be sequenced by gene splicing. Should one express
Any aberrant feelings, one may disappear.

Power intoxication will always exist.
Victory is the thrill felt in mortal combat.
To consider the future imagine a boot
Forever on a human face. Selfish pursuit
Will forever be the most effective format
For approaching life. Needs of others are dismissed.

Loyalty to The Party will be absolute.
Anyone thinking differently will be known
Through mind probing intelligence. The moral here
Is stark ravingly simple and perfectly clear.
This does not have to happen. By free will we own
The decision to change. It’s our sole attribute.

Focusing Is About Saying No

Attention Must Be Undivided

Getting work done takes focus. To be clutter free
Is to glide with efficiency throughout the day.
If one manages oneself as one does others,
Then one’s personal style is what the team incurs.
If pathetic the person is, what’s the best way
To correct the imbalance and most tactfully?

Some bosses seeming ruthless are just putting on.
They have love for their companies and employees.
But they must remain focused in the direction
That the company’s headed. So it must be run
With the least deviation. It is not to please
Other talented egos. This view is foregone.

Off in many directions most people will go
Doing things of great interest arguably.
But the total is less than the sum of the parts.
Wasted human resources leads to broken hearts
And the death of the business. The wise one will see
The dismissive behavior as part of the show.

Practical must the mind be as energy flows
In all proper directions according to plan.
People go off in tangents, and this is ok.
Creative is the driving force in how we play.
But to keep things in focus as best as one can
One must say no to nonsense the job may impose.

We Are The Universe

The Only Frontier

What’s a fact most astounding that someone could share
About all of existence – the whole universe?
Some may find it of interest and take to heart
What the mind of a master would wish to impart.
But most would die of boredom, brain burnout, or worse.
I’m just passing this on simply because I care.

I’ll drop Neil De Grasse Tyson’s name time and again.
He’s one soul I look up to. The way he explains
And answers loaded questions on topics profound
Is the reason he’s become by now world renowned.
Understanding him doesn’t require super brains.
Clearly he is a giant among mortal men.

His answer to the question goes something like this:
The most astounding fact is the knowledge that we
And all life on earth are made of the building blocks
Of the guts ancient stars spewed. It’s no paradox
That the traceable crucible of you and me
Is a cosmic connection no one can dismiss.

Fundamental ingredients do the stars make
Under infinite pressures and temperatures high.
They collapse and explode to new generations
Of life possible planets. Indeed we’re the ones
Who participate actively. Through the night sky
We are what we observe. Nature makes no mistake.

It Starts Now

Now Is All There Is

If the whole universe came to be in the past,
It was now then and still is the same as right now.
Every now is one moment wherein we partake
Of the fullness it offers. One’s soul comes awake
By this knowledge most fruitful. One need but allow
Everything that is present to forever last.

Transformation of human consciousness by means
That involve meditation are frustrated by
Believing that I by myself can bring about
States of ultimate knowing while harboring doubt.
Competition among others must signify
Shallowness in one’s motives and mundane routines.

All existence is still beginning presently.
Now trails off like the wake of a ship as it fades
Into what is called past and swiftly disappears.
I must honor the call to relinquish my fears,
Ill perceived mis-conclusions, and awful tirades,
And attend to what is now and ever shall be.

There’s no other beginning point. Right now is it!
Past and future are present and only exist
In the conscious awareness that only now holds.
This moment is the starting point where life unfolds.
No longer a poor stranger afraid and dismissed,
I am born in this moment as I recommit.

The Reason For Madness

The Origin of All Mental Illness

Many go to psychologists thinking they’re ill.
Doctors know they aren’t crazy. They’re simply confused.
People’s lives become so complex that they’d prefer
Being dead to escape the pain that they suffer.
Life gets too complicated, then folks are accused
Of some mental imbalance and loss of free will.

Because it causes suffering if not controlled,
Inundation of detail we want to avoid
At all cost, as it, on its own, grows and mutates.
Normal people end up with too much on their plates.
The Complexity Problem indeed has destroyed
Many otherwise happy lives… And it gets old.

When a few known catastrophes are added to –
Like the loss of a loved one, your home, and your job –
You may find it unbearable to carry on
‘Til the next damned moment, let alone the new dawn.
Grown adults become children. We break down and sob
Out of sheer desperation while feeling like poo.

So, just like the balloon blown up too much will burst
At the point where it’s weakest, we are quite the same.
The cure for all complexity is found within
Where the self knows simplicity. There I begin
To release the anxiety and the self-shame
 Because as things are going, we ain’t seen the worst.

Laziness

Insult to Action

Consciousness pacifiers becoming high tech
Is a viral infection the same as the need
To do something unwanted to get a reward.
Does it really pay off to be bored out the gourd?
It matters what I’m doing if I’m to succeed
At my chosen life purpose despite the paycheck.

There is nothing ‘to get’ in this life in the end.
Either I live intensely profoundly or not.
What I ‘get’ in the end is a small plot of land
Or a ritual burning… but nothing too grand.
Am I best to forget all the things that I’ve got
So that life is a blessing devoid of pretend?

If I keep putting something off, what does that mean
Other than that I’d rather not do it at all?
That there is no alternative isn’t the point.
Going not with my true heart can only disjoint
Cohesion of awareness. There forms a brick wall
Between parts of the self. This is often not seen.

It’s the process in living that means everything –
Not the things I get from it, but what I add to
All that was here before me. How wonderfully
Do I live every moment? This matters to me.
Energy and postponement simply can’t congrue.
If one forces them to, laziness it will bring.

Pathways To Positive Change

Perfecting The Possible

A tough time with the way things are to the degree
That I don’t even bother keeps me standing still.
Lost and stagnant I am in my daily routine.
To see no sign of progress is not good hygiene
For the one working too hard by brute force of will.
What must give must be something deep inside of me.

Writhing down things I’m grateful for, studies have shown,
Is a powerful pathway to positive change.
Memory is not perfect, and time passes by.
But forgetting the best things does make the fool cry.
Gratitude is worth fostering. Well within range
Of the best life can offer in time will be known.

Now, the skin is a tissue that needs proper care
Since it’s the largest organ. It shows how I feel.
Inflamed skin, brittle nails, and the thinning of hair
Are the physical signs of some mental despair.
Each reflects well the other, therefore it’s a real
Diagnostic revealer as I’m made aware.

Making up a ‘to do’ list can lead to no end.
Much more success comes from much less work that I do.
The percentage is eighty to twenty always.
So, the cream of the top of the list is my gaze.
Daunting tasks can be tackled when broken into
Smaller ones that are much easier to attend.

The two halves of the day I know as day and night.
My routine must by geared differently for each.
Things done during daytime should increase energy,
Stimulate inspiration, and let the soul free.
In the evening, de-stressing, I draw back my reach
And prepare for my slumber with these words I write.

Rebound From Failure

To Err Is To Learn

Before Saturn’s return to the place in the sky
Where it was at my birth, I have already failed.
As my hopes and dreams vanish, the worst of my fears
Is that time may have run out. I’ve wasted some years
Derelict in my duties. This fog has prevailed
A long while undetermined. May I wonder why?

“What do you mean exactly,” the wise one will ask,
Knowing that all have screwed up by thirty or so.
What would be recommended is diving within
To dredge up all that which I can only call sin.
I may then write it down because it’s good to know.
I could make it a rather significant task.

Documenting in detail the ways I’ve gone wrong
Is an exercise not only in good hygiene.
A component inherent is spiritual.
Any plan then constructed is beneficial.
If I stick to it, in time, a change will be seen
In my life as a whole, although it may take long.

Little things I can focus on – work I can do
Of a trivial nature. As I complete each,
Incremental progress is its own just reward.
I’ll do best if I keep some self-loving onboard.
Hanging fruit exponential is well within reach.
Failure is something everyone gets to go through.

Daily Minute Miracle

A Few Moments Of Magic

The magnificent body is as a machine.
It is crafted divinely and has all it needs
To combat any illness. Some say it is smart
To be able to do that, but that’s just a part
Of what it does efficiently. And it succeeds
At maintaining illusion as daily routine.

Reflex points on the face correlate and connect
With the organs. The facial points are the controls.
The trigeminal nerve is the circuitry through
Facial-Organ contact we are able to do.
But what is facial massage, and what are its goals?
Simply feeling much better, with all due respect.

Stimulation of facial points causes release
Of data to the thalamus. It then sends more
To the cortex cerebral where it gets processed,
Then throughout the complex body system to best
Make me feel better than I had felt right before.
Mood and energy levels can greatly increase.

So then what’s the procedure? I can’t tell you here
Because I’m just a poet – no medicine man.
One can google the search term, ‘deep facial massage.’
Somehow I know that I’ll never get a barrage

Of contaminant comment. Since all this began,
No one has ever reached out… perhaps due to fear.

Ancient Kemet

Roots Of Civilization

Many ancient stone carvings found in Africa
Somewhere in upper Egypt a few decades back
Have the features of black folk. Is this a surprise?
It’s a fact, just like taxes, that no one denies.
Would it be of concern to me were I not black?
There’s a reason for why I’m in America.

Yet the average negro with eyes cannot see
The resemblance most blatant. While still yet asleep
The connection is dismissed. But why is this so?
One would think one’s own history is cool to know.
Tribal waters, when entered, can then become deep.
I must know where I come from so I can be free.

Knowing myself can’t free me from acts done in hate.
I avoid confrontation head on and get by
With sincere understanding of what makes me proud.
In the midst of a race war need my voice be loud?
Human teams all have uniforms. That would imply
That we came here to play but mostly to create.

They were masterful chemists. Indelible dyes
They concocted. For work lasting six thousand years,
Today still they are treasured and kept on display.
Someday our viral hate may be treated this way.
Handfuls of human heritage mitigate fears.
Going to the museum is something most wise.

Busy Without Stress

Work Equals Play

“Hurry Slowly.” This concept is truly ideal.
Taken from the Zen masters, it means letting go
Of the outcome desired in what I am doing.
Doing so burns the ego – a cumbersome thing
That distracts from the moment. My routine can flow
As if I’m lucid dreaming a life that is real.

 Sometimes during an illness that’s long and severe,
There can be an awakening post surrender
To the forces beyond one. Then peace ushers in.
It’s a feeling like being absolved of all sin.
Feeling better, so that depression won’t recur,
Vigilance is a must. It will mitigate fear.

I need not become sick, though, to let go of stress.
I need only be present in the enjoyment
Of the thing that I’m doing now and not much more
Than the eternal moment existing calls for.
On the outside I’m busy. Inside, I’m content
In the slowness of working in full beingness.

It becomes an addiction but one that’s healthy.
Things that used to perturb me, like waiting in lines,
Are now fine chances for me to practice presence.
Otherwise I’d be elsewhere at my own expense.

No one likes a damned worker who constantly whines.
The nonsequitur self is the best worker bee.

After The Riots

Foresight Post Trauma

A diehard chump supporter, not feeling at ease
Even though it’s a dark stage, is mostly unseen.
That’s because he’s a coward who will only share
His psychosis verbosely with heartfelt despair
If he remains anonymous. Mental hygiene
Is of newsworthy focus and analyses.

 Self-described as soft spoken, this family man
Made a trek across country to participate
In the great resurrection and stopping the steal.
Knowing not what is hogwash from that which is real,

All these ‘boys’ groups of stunted growth live but to hate,
And the wages of such is a shorter lifespan.

As if Alice in Wonderland married Sambo
And gave birth to some colored dwarfs, then took a vow
To denounce her snow whiteness – these poor folk are sick!
Like lost bullshit dispensers, they lay it on thick.
Any trick of the mind they will use to allow
Complete justification for their redneck show.

Their false godhead betrayed them, yet some still have hope
That return to the good times of wholesome hatred
May enforce understanding that racial divide
Is the way God intended. Malefic white pride
Is the scourge of the nation because it’s widespread.
Waiting for their next orders, in limbo they cope.

“Don’t believe what they tell you; they’re all full of lies,”
The conservative mantra is echoed worldwide.

Bigotry is convenience in making things fit.
Yet some facts in the mix that they try to omit
Are that people of color have nothing to hide
And things won’t change to suit them despite futile tries.

Anger Management?

To Hot To Be Cool

Situations control human emotions, But
This is simply ass backwards. The way it should be
Is that consciousness creates circumstances all.
Anger is not a program that wants to install
Itself in vulnerable people. Consciously
Is the choice made to be upset and in a rut.

I need not avoid anger. When driving a car
I’m aware of all obstacles and the guard rails,
And of people mis-crossing, and critters, and such.
I don’t watch for the moon, though, for it doesn’t touch
Any part of the circumstance. Madness prevails
When the path becomes cluttered. I have gone too far.

So, the moon is no threat to me, nor I to it.
Satellites in their orbits that I’ve created
Often drop down and menace my mismanaged mood
To the point where I can be most hostile and rude.
Anger fucks with the body. Should I end up dead,
It would be but my own fault, I’d have to admit.

When outside situations are fine, so am I,
And when they are a challenge, let down I do feel.
Circumstances control me. This cannot be good.
My control of my faculties, if understood,
Then allows me the freedom to release and heal.
I create what I live through and love knowing why.

No Fear

An End To Suffering

(A Time/Place Appropriate Interpretation Of
“Where The Mind Is Without Fear” by Rabindranath Tagore)


Where the mind is without fear and the head is held
High by nature and posture for citizens all
Is a place of contentment, freedom to exist
In a state that is healthy with strength to resist
Governmental dementia, and all one would call
Paradise in a nutshell most unparalleled.

It is where knowledge is free for rich and for poor –
Whose McJobs, two or three, barely do make ends meet.
All people have the right to good education.
Privilege is a blessing upon everyone.
Grand Old People care not if we’re left in the street.
To all citizens it should be an open door.

What breaks us into fragments is easily seen.
Things like social classes, religion, color, creed,
And so on toward infinity, tear us apart.
There will always be those who are bitter of heart.
With our hate-spangled history, how we proceed
Leaves one doubtful that closure will wipe the slate clean.

Words come out from the depth of the truth in the space
Where my countrymen speak what they feel honestly.
Truthfulness is a virtue, and hypocrites are
Not guided by clear thinking. The right will go far
To induce insurrection. The world that they see
Is a cruel one divided by gender and race.

Ever-Widening thought and action are called for.
With mentality shallow yet tightly focused,
One has lost what is human. The heart has grown cold.
The enrichment of thinking that’s not mind-controlled
Both broadens horizons and allows all to trust
In divine intercession amid civil war.

Human Resource Implosion

Demographic Inversion

It may look like it’s growing. It’s shrinking instead.
We’re top heavy with old folk, but young ones are few.
Adult diapers outsell baby ones in Japan.
Medical advances have increased the lifespan.
Soon the world’s elderly will surpass and outdo
Other groups in their numbers until they are dead…

…Which won’t happen as soon as it had long ago.
Overpopulation is a myth come and gone.
Until recently, birth rates continued to rise.
People aren’t making babies, thinking it’s more wise
To preserve their resources. The young are more drawn
To things other than breeding. They’re fine people though.

It’s an inverted demographic pyramid
Situation where age saturation occurs
At around sixty years. And as birth rates decline,
We may go on believing that everything’s fine,
But to replace this generation one prefers,
And that ain’t gonna happen, as time does forbid.

Populations diminishing of people who
Are producing wage earners who spend a lot more
Is the problem we face. Drastic change is needed
To reverse the condition, but looking ahead
Is a thing we don’t do well. What we are in for
Is severe yet not understood. What will we do?

The Dunce

The Reflection Of Others' Ignorance

I just don’t understand things the way others do.
Life is so complicated, and technology
Has shot off into hyperspace. And I’m too old
To get up to that speed. I damned sure won’t be told
That my mind is declining, for as you can see,
I’m a masterful wordsmith and skilled poet too.

I ask plenty of questions. I can’t comprehend
People when they start spouting language only known
To those trained in specifics of complex detail
As if I know what they know. Therefore I must fail
To sit still and keep quiet. Though I feel alone,
There exists others like me. I would be their friend.

Once I was at a meeting. The smart people there
Were all tops in their fields. I was there to observe
And take note as the speaker with a PhD
Took offense to my questions. I just couldn’t see
What the hell his point was. I alone had the nerve
To be stupid enough that all were made aware.

At the height of contention, others one by one,
Chose to admit their ignorance as I had done.
The doctor was responsive and altered his tone.
Had I not been the idiot with a backbone,
All the lecturer’s students would have learned but none
Of the content presented. Fear is never fun.

Speak Your Consciousness

Be Thyself!

Satisfying World Hunger For Truth is at hand
By the shifting of powers to new ways and means
Of achieving more union. Intense is the pain
In the stomach collective after the insane
Inundation of falsehoods. Mendacious machines
In positions of leadership are to be canned.

We learn to keep our mouths shut when we are children
Sensing it may be safer. The fear of offense
Is sufficiently powerful as the censor
Of the truth of the heart that oneself can’t ignore.
I may rest in my silence but at great expense
To my sense of integrity. Weak I am then.

But the times, they be changing to something more real.
It had long been forgotten, but now truth returns.
Open to conversation, ourselves are transformed
In the space of acceptance where all hearts are warmed.
When we speak our true consciousness everyone learns.
Differences among folk we cannot conceal.

What people are responsive to is honesty.
So fed up with the bullshit, enough we have had.

No matter how we’re programmed, we sense energy
And go by our gut feelings. We may not agree,
But we may be moved and enlightened just a tad.
Our beliefs do not matter, we will come to see.

Happy With What I Do?

The Vocation of Being

The Workforce with its power is just not enough
To blow past the established wealth of the elite.
It would take innovation that most can’t afford,
So they work jobs that may pay well but leave them bored
To the depths of their souls. This kind of self-defeat
Ruthlessly sucks the life force. Despair cannot bluff.

There are two types of people. One are of a kind
Who feel safe in stability. Conservative,
They prefer stable income and steady workflow.
They are unlike the others whose passion to go
After what they love doing makes them creative
In their ways of risk management and peace of mind.

Judgement is not appropriate to cast upon
Those who find satisfaction in their comfort zone.
Circumstances dictate choices that can be made.
One can be happy in them or maybe afraid
That endured discontent the health cannot condone.
One may fret in seclusion and become withdrawn.

Some must go for the passion in all that they do.
Wasted energy on work that doesn’t feel good
Becomes dense and sclerotic. To be more alive
Is to trust in one’s true worth. The need to survive
Is by infinite intelligence understood.
  When it’s time to move on, always there’s something new.

The Shadow System

Acts Of Invisibility

Ego knows not the shadow. It’s only in dreams
That it may become possible for them to meet.
The shadow is the blind spot that ego can’t see.
Consciousness of darkness is repressed completely.
Psychic mechanisms are difficult to cheat.
Living with someone unknown is just as it seems.

It is called the unconscious. Much trauma lives there
From experiences that come on with a shock
To the nerves of the system. It shapes the posture
Of the general attitude and the nature
Of one’s personal history. Every hard knock
Is absorbed by the shadow so grossly aware.

In the dream state, the shadow can make itself known
Through symbols or through imagery. Symbols can be
Easily deciphered. But the images are
Linked directly to myth which is broader by far.
All the experiences of humanity
Form a grand pool of consciousness science has shown.

The collective unconscious contains the spectrum
Of all human behavior throughout history.
It is through myth and archetypes truth is revealed
In the hope that the hurt of the psyche is healed.
We cannot well interpret what we cannot see.
But we now have clues as to where darkness comes from.

Educated Delusion

Degredation Of Sheepskin

Socioeconomic conditions prevail
That are nowhere near perfect. The rich and the poor
Have a chasm between them a galaxy wide.
The world’s uneducated are lacking in pride.
If one has not a sheepskin then closed is the door
To a life of fulfillment. This is a sad tale.

Need it be this way always as always it’s been?
Social class structures are part of human nature.
We cannot get around that, although it’s been tried,
But with failure and bloodshed. The growing divide
Among people in this way does not have a cure
Short of total collapse and then starting again.

Working class pawns are uniformed in suit and tie.
The neck must be encircled to show ownership
Of one’s time and behavior for indentured pay.
Do I like doing what I must do everyday
To maintain my existence? I’ll button my lip
To avoid condescension and stick with a lie.

Educational systems are pawn factories.
In assembly line fashion, workers are produced.
When curricula match students’ abilities
And their natural aptitudes, then with much ease
They’ll absorb like sponges and boredom is reduced.
Educated Delusion is not expertise.

Refresh

Recharge

It would be nice if energy came in a can,
Yet it is the container and all that’s inside.
People find it refreshing indulging in drink
To help keep their firm bodies and minds in the pink.
But when negative thought forms are identified,
Then to rid the mind of them requires not a plan.

Thoughts consist of live energy. If they are ill,
They will drain the brain quickly, and toxins are made.
When bloodwork is examined, it’s evidenced there.
But to mind thoughts and feelings may lead to despair.
I cannot just stop thinking the thoughts that pervade
Every aspect of functioning free of my will.

If no plan nor a drink conquers thoughts negative,
What then is the solution? The firmware I run
Is the same everyone has. I can’t forcibly
Make it stop its confounding life successfully.
It is to my advantage to mess with it none.
It makes worse what is wrong, and it’s no way to live.

Separation is needed between me and all
That I’ve gathered through life, the body, and the mind.
All that indicates life, like my breath and heartbeat,
I must concentrate more on. The inner retreat
Where the self knows distinction is where I can find
Satisfying refreshment. It’s always my call.

Chill

Let It Go

Sympathetic the system of nerves is to stress.
Somewhere in all the business throughout the long day,
Things don’t catch up completely. Into fight or flight
I am kicked as I’m flustered by anything slight
So that comfort offered is taken the wrong way.
Feeling this way is something I need to address.

A technique called deep breathing is fairly well-known.
It involves, as it implies, taking in fresh air
And releasing it slowly enough to partake
Of the presence awakened for wellbeing’s sake.
That I can do it anytime and anywhere
Makes it ideal a remedy done while alone.

 Breathing deeply means slowly and with awareness
Of the air going places it had not before,
From my body’s perspective. It knows everything
That I’ve done to it since birth. Right now I can bring
My attention to its health, desires, and much more.
What could be a more wholesome and easy process?

Inhaling through the nose to the short count of five,
And then holding it there for a few seconds more,
Then exhaling completely is good exercise.
If I want to be more things along with just wise
Then I need not feel burnt out. Breathing can restore
The lost sense of myself as it keeps me alive.

Always Ready To Act

Willing and Capable

A most self-assured fourteen-year-old girl with the mind
Of an avid go getter, the jobs given you
Bring you intense experiences. You’re unique
As a fine baby sitter. Your handy technique,
Playing Mozart to nurture him, is but a clue
To your take on reality. You are refined.

 Your training and experience help you get through
Challenges that test stamina and reflexes.
With enthusiasm you will get the job done.
Even when you are fearful you seem to have fun.
You’ll hang in and keep things from falling to pieces.
No one knows that your ‘frantic’ except for a few.

Unprepared for the infant’s emerging powers,
An enigma named Syndrome, a dark character,
Came to be your replacement. His criminal past,
Unbeknownst to you, led to him taking charge fast.
It turns out he was lousy, for what did occur
Was as one would expect and what no one prefers.

Dedication and confidence are yours always.
Trusting your gift of powerful intuition,
You’ll succeed and be recognized for bravery,
Your resourcefulness, and responsibility.
When you reach full adulthood you will be someone
Whose work will be outstanding and worthy of praise.

Worth Repeating

Continuous Synchronicity

Crystalline is the clarity of word and deed,
And the thoughts and emotions preceding the two
When I’m in full alignment with all that I am.
And about what that all means, I don’t give a damn
As long as I enjoy everything that I do.
Big or small doesn’t matter, and neither does speed.

Feeling some limitation regarding the goal
Because steps must be taken before there’s success,
It’s best to be inspired from a space that feels good
That I set up initially. It’s understood
That to gather momentum I need to assess
Every step by the pleasure it brings to my soul.

I Just Want To Have Fun as the target I reach.
It is in the momentum fulfillment is found.
On the way is the purpose – Not reaching the end.
What I want is a sure thing, but I must transcend
Any hint of anxiety to which I’m bound.
Getting there by fun stages, I venerate each.

Having fun On My Way to my true heart’s desire,
I have proper perspective. Things fall into place
As if I can control them, and maybe I do.
Since the universe knows all, it knows of me too.
Savoring every morsel of its feeding grace,
I am free to enjoy all that needs to transpire.

No More Guilt

Emerge From The Shadow

Why am I in the shadows nowhere to be found
By the people I owe and to those I’ve done wrong?
Hidden well in my darkness, no one keeps in touch
With my world or my person. I ruminate much
On my defects of character which does prolong
The dark night of my soul. It’s a ship run aground.

This is rather depressing. Who tells me that I
Am an unworthy creature whose frequent misdeeds
And mistakes relegate me to those of a class
That can have no redemption nor half empty glass?
If I swallow that bullshit I’m stuck in the weeds
In a Twilight Zone episode hard to deny.

I can say that I’m human. It’s not a cop out.
I can reap what I’ve sown now, let go, and move on.
The emotion of guilt is destructive. It will,
If it ain’t dealt with initially, even kill.
Rather I intend fully to see the next dawn.
That my life can be salvaged I have not a doubt.

People don’t learn a thing if they don’t make mistakes.
Everyone is a screw-up at times in some way.
Insecurity laden, my comparisons
Are but useless and futile, except for the ones
That uplift and propel me through my useful day.
I deserve this, as all do, along with fair shakes.

Sly And Friendly

Altruistic and loyal, your unselfish acts
Transform the hearts of others. Your friendship is such
That it knows not an enemy who can’t become
A good friend and an ally by offering some
Honesty and authentic love which means as much
As having tons of fun and some time to relax.

Knowing what forever means, you are courageous
And will face any danger and offer support
In the way of affection. Both cunning and sweet,
You are carefree and lovable. None can defeat
Your mischief and wise antics, though you’re a good sport.
Strategies of compassion you’re apt to discuss.

Your devil-may-care nature dances with danger.
Fanciful is the partner until it is not.
Trouble may be the outcome, but you make it through
To the next wild adventure. From your point of view,
Fun and friendship are foremost. They matter a lot.
Boredom is the one thing that can ruffle your fur.

As you grow to adulthood affection you hold
For the ones you most care about. Never are you
Brought down by circumstances intense and adverse.
You enjoy no restrictions in your universe.
Loyalty in your friendship transcends what is true.
Your essence of resourcefulness shimmers like gold.

Tough Decisions

The Tests Of Life

Many doors made to walk through have grown in the field
Of my conscious awareness. Which one will I choose?
They all are much too similar. Nothing is known
Of what lies beyond each, and it’s my choice alone.
If I enter the wrong one, how much might I lose?
From the heart the solution is always revealed.

Forty thousand or so specialized cells inside
The heart structure function like a neural network.
It is independent of the cranial brain.
It can feel and remember both pleasure and pain.
Not a single question put to it will it shirk
Unlike gray matter topside that may want to hide.

In two places events are recorded and stored –
In the brain and the heart simultaneously.
But the brain is bilateral. Black and white are
Its computed solutions. Much wiser by far
Is the heart’s ‘little brain’ which has proven to be
A source of good guidance that should not be ignored.

Touch your heart. Your awareness will quickly go there.
Feel as if it’s your home – the seat of existence.
Take a slow breath a few times. “You’re safe,” this tells you.
It’s a switch from the mental hoops you’re jumping through.
Thinking with the right organ is heart-centered sense.
It’s my pleasure providing this tidbit to share.

Heightened Awareness

Acute To Alarm

Fearing most other felines, Duchess is your friend.
Along with her three kittens, you form a tight bond.
That’s because you are special, courageous, and dear.
Heightened sense of awareness makes you prone to fear,
But when friends are in danger, you’re quick to respond
With remarkable courage. On you they depend.

Motivations of others you detect with ease
So that you can warn all of impending danger.
Your enhanced observation and resourcefulness
Are most helpful to those who may be in distress.
When your plans don’t work out the way you would prefer
You get flustered but rebound as if they were cheese.

You’re a mouse of refinement. Caring and polite,
Loyalty to the household is your contentment.
Most intense you can be when the situation
Calls for it, and your daring cannot be outdone.
Luxury and good manners properly accent
Your amicable nature easy to excite.

To remember the names of important allies
Is a challenge for you, yet you have other ways
Of completing the mission. Your natural sense
For the essence of life is a treasure immense.
Protection heroic earns you genuine praise.
You’re a persistent creature both gentle and wise.

Conspiracy Spells?

Products of Paranoia

One leap out of reality into escape,
Where the answers to questions come packaged neatly,
Jagged pieces of many odd puzzles befit
An acceptable story for those of dim wit
And a weakness of will to the ill that they see
Like a dark witch’s spell seeking lost souls to rape.

Covert masters of chaos networked the world wide
Are the spell casters crafted to access the mind’s
Unprotected control centers, and with the skill
That can get wayward masses to go out and kill.
Just one sip from the cauldron effectively blinds
The hindsight of the conscience that is satisfied.

In the heart of the theorist what can be found
Can’t be known in clear detail for others to see.
But the madness in common – not shared by the whole –
Is about race and gender and total control
Over lives of all others. I may not agree
But the right to free will in this nation is sound.

Every creature earthbound knows conspiracy spells
Only pain and destruction upon whom it’s cast.
Now that we’re more divided, the old and the new
Amplify the dilemma. One thing that is true
Is that times that are past don’t come back and then last.
Why not lose your delusions and bid your farewells?

Space Preparedness

Evolving Ugly Earthism

It’s a troublesome world that should be left alone!
Until they have matured into one human race,
They’re a menacing madness that could well evolve
In space ‘exploration,’ when they can’t even solve
Issues with their own kind. It’s one hell of a place
That should not see expansion until they have grown.

They defile simple logic with complex ideals
To support any selfish improper intent
And to mask it with babble speak. Such are their laws.
Presently, as we see them, they are a lost cause.
We outnumber them greatly, so we could prevent
Galactic disturbance in the peace that it feels.

Not quite yet a team player, they have not a team
But a rat’s nest of cheaters who can’t get along
Let alone play a good game with others out here.
It’s because of their greed that they can’t tackle fear.
Their short history demonstrates where they went wrong,
And it has much to do with pride in the extreme.

The child is at the center, from its point of view,
Of the entire universe until it learns
That there are many like it. It took earth a while
Just to come to that truth. They’re insanely hostile
And prone to self-destruction. These are the concerns
That the Council of Cosmic Justice must work through.

Rama Or Krishna

Contingent Dicchotomy

Every civilization throughout history
Comes to be with much cruelty for its own while
Until laws are established and all people know
That one rule book, and one only, helps all to grow
Into unified consciousness. Therefore the style
Of the first leaders chosen was harsh as can be.

Each nation had a wild west or does so right now.
They all share the same basic conditions of need.
If people make their own laws, no one lives in peace.
Conflicting are intentions that lead to increase
In behavior uncivilized. Inherent greed
Lethally derelicts human nature somehow.

But after a nation becomes sovereign and whole
Styles of leadership alter. Now there are outlaws
Instead of simply citizens intending harm.
The societal structure will sound the alarm.
Now the job is maintaining the initial cause
That the people united assumed as their goal.

The rule book becomes flexible yet remains strong
So the wise leader uses it in not in harsh ways
But with cunning and conscience to then delegate
Distribution of justice. The will to create
Harmony among all, the wise leader obeys.
The beauty of a nation is that all belong.

Lucky Numbers

Numeric Alignment

Eternal perfect timing’s divine interlock
Is the structure contained within each living cell.
Our awareness of particles make them behave
As if they’re being watched. Hell… they might even wave.
Wearing dark matter mittens, our story they tell
By the notice we take to the digital clock.

 When you say, “You’re my favorite” to every tree
That you meet on your path, it puts you in a place
Where you are most receptive to reassurance
That this world has your back in any circumstance.
Seeing repeating numbers are sings of its grace,
Which it has quite a bit of, yet seldom we see.

Components cooperative always gathered
And reserved for your access in perfect timing
You can bet are the workings of intent divine.
In supreme providence it will give you a sign
At particular moments that are meant to bring
Relaxation in trusting in goodness conferred.

I need not be the orchestrator of it all.
Indeed that isn’t possible. I’ll rendezvous
With the life that is due me with each noticing
Of timing synchronistic. If not a big thing
Then the coincidental is simply woo-woo,
And perhaps a good sundial is right for the wall.

A Most Charming Enigma

The Tenacious Achiever

Your beauty is traditional. Most expressive,
You’ll refuse to reveal yourself to anyone
But the creatures enamored by your cleverness.
Always pertly competitive, you see success
As an ongoing challenge that’s ever begun.
With daring and tenacity is how you live.

Your actions do much more than the words that you speak.
Observing others’ actions you do quietly.
Your experiences are quite unparalleled.
Loyalty to your master is never withheld.
Your delightful intelligence helps all to see
Strategies for the living of life at its peak.

Taking people on wild rides you do with the skill
Of a mystical tour guide of wonders untold.
Playing games in enchanted lands gives you access
To the wisdom of ages whereby you impress
Anyone who’s aboard you by what may unfold
In the realm of excitement and magical thrill.

Human-like are your qualities. Having been made
By a sorcerer wizard along with siblings
To assist worthy masters, you have found your place
Among those who consider you part of their race.
In the end a true friendship is what it all brings.
We applaud your magnificent service crusade.

With Creative Abandon

The Subjective Inventor

Self-proclaimed evil genius, the king of chaos,
Like a pig in a mud pit, is happy to be
So immersed in invention he may disregard
Its full impact on others. He works too damned hard
At perfecting creations most illegally.
Anyone who works with him knows that he’s the boss.

Loathing all limitations to getting things done,
He’s intent and unstoppable. That’s just his way
Of processing momentum become negative.
Each of us has our reason why we want to live.
Unrestrained in this manner, no law he’ll obey.
All the trouble he causes he does so for fun.

Voracious is his appetite. His addictions
To performing experiments, wreaking havoc,
And engaging in anarchy nourish his pride.
Yet he does have a soft heart somewhere deep inside
When he isn’t at work and is off the time clock.
Those who would pique his interest are chosen ones.

What had made him so ruthless is oddly unknown.
Capable of transforming his mutative strain
To benign interactions and harmless mischief,
He refers to himself in third person as if
There’s a binary issue regarding his brain.
What he does for a living most cannot condone.

A Class Act

An Able Performer

Everyone loves a circus act. One done with class
By an able performer surely is the best.
As the mantis magician delivers his act
While on stage, there are many bugs’ lives he’ll impact.
His methods are his secret and cannot be guessed.
Audiences react by applauding en masse.

With his pride and self-confidence he’ll disregard
Others’ fickle opinions and stay flying high.
He’s a master of drama and special effects
Of a visual nature that other insects
Find aesthetic and exciting. Wisdom is why
He can captivate others without trying hard.

Rationale of his closest ones keeps him on track.
That he reach his potential is but guaranteed.
Dedicated he is and with strong conviction
To perfecting his style, His work is never done.
Those entranced know that he’s of a different breed.
Excellence is his nature not needing feedback.

Up his sleeve there is nothing. It’s all in the mind
That can reach into others and change how they see
What is not right before them and make it look real.
Magic is the revealing of all we conceal
Through our practiced perceptions. To plant a rock tree
Is an act that I feel is somewhat undefined.

Team Designer

With Critical Taste

Making costumes for heroes with super powers
Is a job taken seriously yet with grace,
Which she seems to show sometimes, but not quite enough
For the ones who work with her. They think she’s too tough
On herself and on them. She takes charge of her space.
She’s the best at what she does… just as she prefers.

Talented yet demanding, her will to create
Is uncommonly focused. Her work is her pride.
Successful and eccentric, she shows some concern
For the ones that she cares for. They may then discern
A sense of her humanity somewhere inside
The well-structured persona so rigid and straight.

Heroes throughout the universe and a few gods
Are among her best clientele. Her work is known
And admired by the many who offer her praise
For her magical costumes that work well most days.
Self-assured in her brilliance, she does hold her own
In her world of excitement against all the odds.

An acclaimed Team Designer, and one of the best,
Confidence she’s acquainted with intimately.
One would not want to cross her for fear of her wrath.
Most courageous heroes wouldn’t dare cross her path.
Nothing short of perfection is what people see
In a woman with whom most others are impressed.

Home Is Where The Toilet Is

Hearth Of The Waste

When the bowels need to move there’s no solace like home.
Anywhere else but there is profusely obscene.
Public places provided for people at large
Are a blessing. They help anyone to take charge
Of the business of flushing the full colon clean.
When the call comes, you don’t want a forest to roam.

But at home is the perfect place and much preferred
By most humans. It’s simply a matter of taste.
For some creatures the great halls of congress are fine.
Only those like them would call their actions benign.
Animals of this nature who speak with their waste
Reenact racist sentiment and without word.

I keep my shit in one place. It isn’t out there
Where the public may smell it. It’s not that I’m shy.
There’s no place like the toilet for madness and hate.
If folks did this in private their shit would be straight.
If they call themselves human then one must ask why
They see life from the toilet and don’t seem to care.

 Where the heart is is home. I know that beyond doubt.
Like my home and most others’, it’s where love is born.
And from there it is nurtured so that people grow
To certain understandings. Some acts are below
Those of civilized humans, and only forewarn  
Of the odor among all with feces to tout.

In The Interest Of Service

The Habitual Being

The trustworthy old gentleman practiced and sure
Is an asset most treasured by the family.
When the Madame requires him to write up a will
He’ll rely on his expertise and awesome skill
To provide what is needed most desperately.
She is lucky to have found someone who’s mature.

Both discrete and provocative, odd are his ways
Of conducting most business. His good memory
And attention to detail are masterful tools.
Not committed to following all of the rules,
He commands a uniqueness others clearly see.
His professional nature is worthy of praise.

Blessed with able longevity and a kind heart,
Not a task he surrenders to feelings of lack.
Staying forever young both in heart and in mind
And without conscious effort means that he’s refined
So he will not engage with people talking smack.
It’s a waste of his time because they’re not as smart.

Competent as a lawyer, he knows that laughter
And a fun-loving attitude go a long way
In maintaining commitment that brilliantly shines
Through the cracks of establishment and redefines
The way work can get done so there’s more time to play
In the way nature meant and how he would prefer.

The Magnetic State

The Mood of Attraction

I can’t be a mixed bag of conflicting desires
If I want to get something that I’m striving for.
Intermixing of scattered vibrations only
Make an energy field that’s as weak as can be.
When I focus intently it can bring me more
Than an iron core embraced by a few layers of wires.

So this Law of Attraction, as I understand,
Is an infinite vortex that processes all
The requests that are made, whether foolish or wise,
Of we creatures on earth. What this clearly implies
Is that what happens to me is truly my call.
Consciousness, by free will, will contract or expand.

Tuning to a high frequency in how I feel
Puts me in just the right place where I can attract
What I want most. Deliberately I create
What comes into my life. Nothing happens by fate.
Vagueness doesn’t quite get it. I must be exact
In my most conscious asking. Then it becomes real.

 This is not how things are now. More practice I need…
But why not put some words down? It gives them some strength.
They become a reminder to prod me along
The life path that I tread having done right and wrong
By alignment or not with a righteous wavelength.
Perfection within progress is how I’ll proceed.

Remembering Spaciousness

The Expansion of Awareness

Am I spacious? Or have I not much room to grow
To my fullest potential while earth is my home?
It’s a question I must ask. It’s like a check-in
With the spirit within, wherein I can begin
Creating a new landscape where it’s free to roam.
I am sure that the answer can never be no.

Spaciousness is the essence of my awareness.
The mind is a container for all that I know
Through the processes of reason and memory.
Out of reach is the view that the third eye can see.
It can help with the sorting out and letting go
Of my obsessive thoughts which cause me undue stress.

Before asking the question, did something occur
That may have been upsetting to some part of me?
If it’s so, then a little space opens where I
Can distribute the discomfort yet not deny
Expressing to the one diplomatically
How I feel, and importantly, what I prefer.

No matter how important my worldly things are
To my health and survival, the time that I spend
Becoming more spacious in my daily affairs
Is my number one duty. The best of me cares
That my progress continues and that I transcend
Situations I foolishly make too bizarre.

Only The Best

Choosy Lady

I like things nice and fancy. I’ll do what it takes
To ensure that I’m noticed by most everyone.
Charm and sophistication are tools that I use
To gain access to others of high-minded views.
Independent and lively, I get a lot done
As my elegant artistic passion awakes.

Yet I’m also quite sensible. If you’re in need
Of advice for advancement in society,
I can help you immensely in finding your way
To success and contentment as soon as today.
Confidence I’m acquainted with, as you can see.
Simply put, I’m a study in thought, word, and deed.

Some folks can’t be kept waiting. I’m no different.
Feistiness and a lesson may be the result.
Time is always of essence to those of good taste.
Every moment is precious. There are none to waste
At the pleasure of others. It is an insult
To my spirit and free will to change the event.

Knowing my strengths and weaknesses helps me to be
A more conscious creation designed to create
More abundance of niceness wherever I go.
Since there is good within me, I want it to show
Through behavior that indicates my life is great
With the ones that I know and love wholeheartedly.

Subconscious Sabotage

Sub-Surface Self-Undoing

When I try to maintain presence throughout the day,
My subconscious need for superiority
Sabotages my progress. As an example,
People anxious around me when I am peaceful
I resent with a passion. Yet if they were me,
I’d expect warmth and kindness. Why am I this way?

Is this normal among people? Am I unique?
Or is my nagging issue not of importance
To the general public? Were I not aware
That I’m asking these questions, then would it be fair
To say that I’m unconscious in living by chance
That the mind will provide me the answers I seek?

I’m aware of awareness of being aware
Of my mental creations, then cunningly so,
Mind reenters and hijacks the presence I’d gained
And creates a new story wherein I’m restrained
In its falsified structure. It’s good that I know
How the mind plays its tricks and tries to keep me there.

To not know that I know not that I am asleep
Is to live in confusion and utter chaos
Within stories created from subconscious fears.
Many problems are caused by what’s between my ears.
If I simply observe it all, there’ll be no loss.
To remain not awakened, the price isn’t cheap.

Simple Pleasures

Sensual Comforts

Those who honor The Pooh perhaps have less to do
With their time than the average person these days.
Life becomes convoluted in every detail.
We must face daily duties and onward prevail.
Is the creature imagined worth all of this praise
For fat happy stupidity in point of view?

Sensual in demeanor, the earth is his home.
All he does is hunt ‘hunny’ (He’s not been to school).
Days are filled with much comfort and some adventure.
He may rub folks the wrong way, but his heart is pure
As the gold that he cherishes. Somewhat the fool,
He relies on the bliss of his carefree syndrome.

Satisfying his cravings is what he does best.
Having no inclination toward being too rushed,
He gets what he is after, though usually,
He ends up in some trouble that he cannot see
Ever coming his dumb way. Rarely is he crushed
By resulting resentment that may be expressed.

Yet he’s thoughtful and loyal to creatures he knows.
Being uncomplicated, warmhearted, and true
To the one he’s at one with earns him special grace
In the mindsets of many who gladly embrace
Anything that reminds them there’s nothing to do
But to go for the gusto after a nice doze.

Seeing Beauty In Everything

All The Universe Is A Masterpiece

Beauty is of the feminine. People are both
In one physical package, yet one becomes more
Than the other. Unbalanced is nature’s odd ways
As perceived through the mind’s eye which can offer praise
For the dominant handedness of us. Therefore,
Everyone has some feminine to enhance growth.

Masculine is of beauty that it may behold
With emotional pleasure. It seeks to impress
Its intent and desire for the object wanted
To the thing and all noticing. Unconscious dread
Of failure in the process causes no distress.
Beauty is the encounter that’s meant to unfold.

We start out with the sense perceived life. As children,
Everything is of beauty. Our reality,
Without words to assign things, is pure awareness.
We are so filled with wonder the need to express
Is suspense made eternal. The world that we see
Is of utter connectedness time and again.

Focusing on the small things we do every day
Can lead us to the presence that makes life a dream.
The big things are just fine, too, if they fit in well
With our homemade reality wherein we dwell.
Addiction to technology is an extreme
Among many unhealthy. All lead us astray.

There are rose colored glasses that alter the mind
And can act as strong doorways through which one may peek
Deeper into awareness of utter presence.
Capable we are of creating such events
By the nature of consciousness. That which we seek
Is alignment with nature and all humankind.

Overcoming Suffering

Mostly a Matter of Mind

Constant shots of I Love You direct to the head
Where the heart is an image that needs special care
In resolving the problems the mind recreates
Is one kind of addiction among human fates.
Suffering is the byproduct all creatures bear
From birth into existence until they are dead.

A huge bit of my suffering is of the mind,
As it is with most people. Alone it can make
A big deal of a small thing, then all will go wrong.
If my positive thinking were stunningly strong,
It may cause enough shifting that I may awake
To the knowing that obstacles are rather kind.

Other problems of living I cannot control,
As they come from the outside, or seemingly so.
People dying and illness are common to all.
We encounter the big things as well as the small.
It is necessary for all creatures to grow
Through the difficult challenges to make them whole.

Thinking can’t offer freedom from having to face
Obstacles on my cherished path, Do I create
Every damned thing that happens? It’s irrelevant!
I can accept that I create just the moment
With detachment from judgment in absence of weight.
Optional is most suffering that I embrace.

Controlling Reactive Behavior

Working With The Inner Beast

From the state of New Kansas where now I reside,
Having not moved while sleeping to some other land,
I cry out to the sane ones who we’ve left behind
Back on earth with the freedom to not be aligned
With the plan of sedition. Must I understand
That my worst dreaded nightmare is courted with pride?

I’m already reactive… explosive at times
In a world that is normal, and I do my best
To remember to honor the sickness and learn
To predict the ill onset of heated concern
From a space of awareness and thus put to rest
Any kind of intention resulting in crimes.

What a lawful prescription for seizing control
Of reactive behavior! Like losing one’s bowels
At the push of a button some have access to,
I cannot let the circumstance render me blue.
The behavior red-neck-like of white men with scowls
Complements the tri-color scheme burnt in my soul.

Not quite like the Jim Jones effect, this one with ease
Has achieved mass hypnosis. But folks come half way
And some quite a bit further to highlight their hate.
Pre-convinced, they are moved to an ecstatic state
By the arrogant loser who must save their day
And be forever tied to their leader’s feces.

I must remember one thing. That is to be cool
Amid seeming collapse of my world as I know.
Justified is my panic and utter heartache.
Commonality is like the bite of a snake
To its own tail. Not knowing the cause of its woe,
It must then play the role of the flamboyant fool.

Evolving Through Difficulty

Getting Through the Storm

How to strengthen the body is commonly known.
It is only through exercise that it can grow.
We give it difficulty, and it will endure
Our determined intention. The work will insure
That the life force within us continues to flow,
Which it won’t when we’re too stuck in our comfort zone.

Discipline trains the body. The pain that it takes
It does so with the knowledge contained in each cell
That a change is expected that will benefit
The whole person immensely. So it will permit
Treatment helpfully difficult and perform well.
Energy is created. The spirit awakes.

If my life is too easy, I may not evolve
Into one who is conscious of turbulent seas
That were once calm and peaceful not too long ago
And that will return to that state. If I can know
That a consciousness strengthened allows me the ease
To address any crisis, then I know resolve.

Along with difficulties contingent to life
As a physical human, we conjure our own
Consciously and unconsciously by how we feel,
And our thoughts and behaviors. No life is ideal
But this one that is mine for a while has been shown
A life-saving technique for the handling of strife.