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Manifest Perfection

Getting Affairs In Order

Knowing how to screw up well, I’m driven insane.
This is no way a pity post. What I admit
Is of value to those who have tremendous guilt.
Relationships I’ve severed will not be rebuilt.
As a family member I’m truly unfit.
Those of you who are hated, I do know your pain.

I can’t change what has happened. Consumed with remorse,
I can only create my own purgatory
Through reminders from others who do living well.
All my life I have put people through certain hell.
Is my unchecked behavior the matter with me?
How did I manage to become such a dark force?

These questions I shall live with now that I am old
And no longer as crazy and ego driven.
Time I have now to ponder this life of a fool.
With the right rearing up I could have been a jewel
Of a person. I will never be forgiven
Of my wrongdoings. There are many to be told.

So, how can I feel worthy of still being here?
I’m a threat to society. My time is near,
But I’m also obliged to do all I can do
To prepare a clean exit and honor the few
Who will remember me as someone who was dear.
I’ll look forward where there is the least bit of fear.

Profound Words

Wisdom Speake

Space is not just nothing. It contains everything.
Mystery is its essence. A darkness profound
Fully blankets the consciousness in the unknown.
It is by our human nature that we are prone
To consider space travel because we’re earthbound.
More than anything else, space is interesting.

Whether pondered mentally or actually,
Rather than just a mystery, space is perceived
As a function of whatever solids it holds.
Within it every kind of occurrence unfolds.
This enveloping enigma must be believed
To be real as it’s known scientifically.

Intervals there are of space. It is connective.
You are not a flash of consciousness that occurs
Between two eternal periods of darkness.
You’re an integral part of the cosmic process.
To each thing that exists everything else refers.
The deepest realm of space is that in which we live.

Earth is not a big rock infested with living
Organisms any more than your skeleton
Is bones infested with cells. You are a symptom
Of the earth. It’s not necessary to become
What we are already. Our full integration
With existence is one wholesome awakening.

What Did You Forget?

Trust Your Memory

You can bug people beautifully by asking,
“What Did You Forget?” They may suspect that they must
Remember something important. They may not be
Receptive to considering it carefully.
To a new way of thinking one could well adjust.
Be a part of a wholesome reawakening.

What’s the most obvious thing one must remember
In each waking moment? What’s the most forgotten
Truth that causes confusion within the psyche?
Who on earth can answer these questions correctly?
There is no disadvantage in knowing not when
Someone will leave in your soul a glowing ember.

Someone says that he’s Tim Jones, another, Joe Blow.
These are lies that are fed to us when we are young.
Remember back before you were programmed to be
A person and a product of society.
Now into a world of illusion you are flung.
Be more receptive to what you already know.

Simply the fabric and structure of existence
Itself you are. There is a big conspiracy
To ignore who you really are deep down inside.
The false ego must be constantly gratified
By the faulty structures that allow it to be.
We become exhausted living under pretense.

Ask This Question

The Most Important Thing To Ask

Much obscene information erupts into play
With my daily reality. There is no need
For me to ask a single thing. Too much goes on
For the mind to keep track of. Consensus is drawn
From the common collective. In this way I’m freed
From the wild chase that would make a waste of my day.

Negative emotion always means that I’m not
In agreement with how my inner being feels
About what I am dealing with. It cannot see
Any evil in anyone including me.
It’s the epitome of positive ideals.
What it thinks about all things should matter a lot.

I could choose to be angry about many things
That involve people having to be different
Than they are in order for me to be happy.
They won’t change who they are just to satisfy me.
There is one other option. I can be content
In the clarity that my inner being brings.

How does my inner being feel about this thing
That I’m focused upon?
Is my gut in a knot?

If so, it means I’m not in agreement with it.
My internal guidance is of huge benefit.
It tells me when I’m warm or cold and when I’m hot.
It’s the only question I will keep on asking.

No Matter What

Keep Good Feelings Alive

Kids are experts on happiness. Ask any one
What it means to feel wonderful. They will tell you
Eagerly what it is that excites and delights.
They have no difficulty with keeping their sights
On the path least resistive with fun things to do.
If we listened more to them we might learn a ton.

Happiness matters hugely to the one who cares
Quite a lot about living completely freely.
No Matter What is going on wherever they
Happen to be by nature they’re guided to play.
They never need to fake it. The glow that you see
Is for real and it is intrinsically theirs.

They do not have split energy like most adults
Who have gotten too used to the earth’s gravity.
The need to be uplifted among us is high.
It would be wonderful if people wondered why
It is that children most often seem completely
Immune to life’s most grave and demeaning insults.

The moment we get crossways of replenishment
Of life energy flowing through us we become
Disenchanted and languid regarding our dreams
But the heart that is pure and open and that beams
Is the place where good and wholesome living starts from.
The world is open to us when we are content.

The Perfect Emotional State

Receptive Ecstasy

When the heart feels and flows as if nothing on earth
Could disrupt circulation of soft butterflies,
It’s a wonderful segment of time to create.
I intend, so I know what true blessings await.
Having trust in that feeling has opened my eyes
To the wellbeing aspect of living in mirth.

If I just ask the question, “Would not it be nice
To meet some special person…?”
It will manifest

In a matter of minutes. This powerful state
Of enhanced contemplation does make me feel great.
Then from there, there’s no kind of a rigid contest
That involves what I’m not willing to sacrifice.

Walking into the next room is a new segment
Just as walking the dog or preparing a meal.
It’s a fresh opportunity to realign
With the true self who wants nothing more than to shine
From the place that is peaceful yet filled with my zeal.
Every new space of time is planned with good content.

I can be more attentive to circumstances
That have changed for the better in this moment now.
Noticing that resistance has lessened, I can
Go ahead with creating a decisive plan
For the episode coming. I need not know how.
In not knowing, it may well improve my chances.

An Automatic Universe

Perpetual Self-Creation of Being

The ceramic world image has gone through a change.
Now a more automatic model is perceived.
Western science was based on a strict set of laws
That is nature made by God who is the first cause.
Before the eighteenth century people believed
In a universe rigid and not too damned strange.

So the laws of God and nature were much the same
But to think of all natural phenomena
As responding to laws is like making train rails
For all that is seen happening. All the details
Are at best a prediction of the plethora
Of all things that are possibly fit to exclaim.

One does not have to suppose that there is a why
For all that exists. One can make predictions
Without the God hypothesis. With but the law
Does science now adhere to. Conclusions they draw
From observed regularities are just the ones
That improve their predictive skills and clarify.

Studying the behavior of the past with care
One makes better predictions, and that’s all they are.
Regularities rampant capable of flaw
Is a closer definition of the law.
Logic dictates that in this way we have come far.
One goal as a race is to become more aware.

Stop Trying To Please Others

The Most Foolish of Errands

Earth is exile from heaven or time out from hell
Depending on one’s outlook. Each in its own way
Teaches lessons of living while stationed on board
This space ship of a home. But by nature’s accord
Is its course planned and plotted. Behaviors aweigh,
Human creatures upon her don’t steer very well.

Sometimes I’m not behaving at all in the way
That others find delightful. I piss people off.
In a matter of time everyone I’ll have known
I’ll have alienated until I’m alone.
Anything I accomplish most others will scoff.
I’m a tough pill to swallow. With me do not play.

Creatures want to feel better. That’s all it’s about.
It’s import is tremendous. It can’t be denied.
But the guidance available is too immense.
Others lead with no sense of their omnipotence.
Their advice may be worthless if it is applied
So to put one’s faith in it, one dallies with doubt.

The most futile of efforts throughout history
Is to try to please others. It leads to distress
To the body and spirit. It fucks with the mind.
People are at a place now where being unkind
Is a full blown addiction. One has full access
To the absolute guidance of divinity.

On The Death Of Our Mother

The Demise Of The Feminine

Who would fuck their own mother in praise of Allah?
It’s one hell of a question, yet this is the place
Where the demons of Satan rejoice in manhood.
Anything that a man does is righteously good
But a woman’s existence is mired in disgrace
From the arrogant authors of their dilemma.

But this place is made hell like. Not by her own will
Does she suffer the symptoms of human disease.
She heats up and feels nauseous as the result
Of her virulent sickness so cruel and occult.
Her immune system fights us. She will cough and sneeze
And whatever it takes. She does not mean to kill.

 How on earth does a god make all men so supreme?
Multifunctional women take on their men’s hate
Like the scapegoat, absorbent and obedient.
Animals should be able to take your torment
Until you say they’re sacred? The hell you create
Ripples throughout the species. The pain is extreme.

Take your left hands and lick them ‘til they’re squeaky clean
And then use them as always. Do stick them up far
Where they may reach your sick minds. God Damn you people!
Greater Force is the Feminine, and I’m grateful
That the earth has its systems, as harsh as they are
To the human infection so vile and obscene.

Are There Good And Bad People?

Judgment Is Of The Judge

Another doomsday message that will not be heard
Through the oceans of white noise and others voices
Is today what is offered. My daily routine
Has to do with recording whatever I’ve seen
On my path. And it turns out that I make choices
Contingent to dichotomy and what’s preferred.

Human Nature demonstrates we all are this way –
Always ready to judge something evil or good.
Attitudes form unconsciously and instantly.
That is why it’s so difficult to see clearly
Through the sea of opinion. In all likelihood,
My perceptions are weighted and often betray.

What is liked or disliked by any entity –
Be it person, a sports team, a nation, or skin –
Become part of our makeup. What e’er we decide
Will direct our behaviors. Our egoic pride
Spells disaster for earth. We commit mortal sin
On the largest of scales and with impunity.

Everyone oscillates between means and extremes
Of behaviors along spectra. No one is one
Or the other completely. The space I create
Will evoke good or evil. I’ll not complicate
What is raw truth and feelings. Then growth is begun.
On the global scale, are things as dark as it seems?

Why Do People Ignore Me?

Unlike Eyes Repel

If I could be a fly on the wall in the minds
Of the people who know me, what would I find out?
I may know by osmosis or telepathy.
Compound eyes has the fly, but my own cannot see
Why most people ignore me. So riddled with doubt
That I turn to the occult and things of those kinds.

I do find the true answer by looking within
Where the soul has a dark space that I cannot hide
Nor can I hide within it because it’s so dark
That I’m blind even to my apparent birthmark
To be worn on the outside with much pride implied.
There are reasons why I get under my own skin.

A complex of bad habits, like talking too much
About only myself and not letting folks speak
Drive a wedge between me and all others I meet.
People do like to talk but not due to conceit.
It’s that sense of communion that most people seek.
Personality often is used as a crutch.

I don’t want to be ‘negative’ yet it’s my way
Of dissecting the challenges life offers me.
I should keep to my own self my piss poor outlook.
All the jerks in the world I must let off the hook
Just because I may be one. Again, I can’t see
Past the surface illusions that we all portray.

I know that I am boring, but not by first hand
Information directly from people, but from
The collective unconscious we have access to.
I know too damned much about what I have to do
With the pearls I am given, and it would be dumb
To succumb to society’s perverse demand.

Consciousness Inside Out

All The Cosmos Within

I am doing this world as, in turn, it does me.
Consciousness therefore flows between both easily
If I can but remember this always is true
Even though I’m brought up with a different view –
One whose mental distortions make it hard to see
That I am everything that the cosmos must be.

Every outside there is has as well an inside.
They are different yet they go with each other.
There’s a secret between them: To seek out new ways
To discover their sameness so that both will raise
Ever higher their consciousness and empower
Each the other with respect and mutual pride.

Consciousness is of two types. One is the spotlight
That stays focused on one thing at one time only.
The other is the floodlight. It is more aware
Of the general picture, and it will take care
Of what’s in the background automatically
In support of the spotlight who wants to shine bright.

My behavior and how I feel differs not from
That of this world in total. It and I are one
And the same. This is true for all inside out pairs.
That of me which is floodlight is the one who cares
About all that exists and can do harm to none.
Infinitely profound is the beat of my drum.

Character Is Destiny

The Drama of Symbology

It’s a simple equation yet complex in ways
That can cause misconception and conjured up fears.
‘Character Equals Destiny’ sounds about right.
But, pray tell, what is Character? Shine me some light.
I’ve been lost in this forest for too many years.
As I watch them sneak by, they seem much more like days.

I do know well what destiny is, I do think.
It pertains to the future and how things work out.
If I live well, then good fortune may come my way.
If I don’t, then I won’t be immune to dismay.
To determine what ‘well’ means may free up some doubt
That would otherwise fulfill its job to hoodwink.

I should know what will happen if myself I know
As the sole story teller. To disarm all fear,
Am I known to be truthful in word and in deed?
People care about safety. Therein lies the need
For a code of behavior to which I adhere.
To thine own self be honest, then God’s grace will flow.