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Listen More To Your Heart

I’m not ready to give up. I’ll find my own way
Out of this situation. This is my moment.
I am living for right now. Even when my mind
Is filled with doubt I’ll own it. The strength I will find
To be brave when I’m fearful. Nothing will prevent
Me from growing. My heart beats louder every day.

I have come too far to run from the challenges
I must face. I feel my feet firmly on the ground.
I’m not standing down. The faith that I’ve found keeps me
Safe and sound and wherever I go I will be
Listening to my heart more wherein peace is found.
I will listen wholeheartedly to what it says.

Can you hear it? It’s beating louder every day.
When I feel my emotions crash down like the sea
I breathe in. I create my good fortune. I know
That I’m not broken. I’m growing. Off I will go
Boldly into the contrast that life offers me.
I’ll depend on my feelings to show me the way.

Nothing can stop me – not even a tidal wave.
I will keep on dreaming and I will find my way.
I will find inner truth as I walk through the pain.
As I listen to my heart much wisdom I gain
And my heart keeps on beating louder every day.
In the hardest of times I know I can be brave.

Life And Death Lessons

Mar29

The entry point of an assault rifle bullet
Is much smaller than the exit wound. That’s because
It creates mass expansion as it passes through
Flesh and bone. The amount of damage it can do
Is to some captivating. If ever there was
A weapon of pure hate, this is the one to get.

A child shot through the chest leaves the corpse of a child
With its entire back missing. When shot through the head,
It’s as if it exploded. This killing machine
People cherish. This nation is vile and obscene
Regarding weapons that can shoot so many dead.
It’s an issue that will never be reconciled.

From the birth of the Wild West through eternity,
Powerful is the intoxicating gun smoke
To the mind. Branch Republicans we have become.
Civil War is a lethal obsession to some
Who support the gun lobbies, as those who are woke
Want to be a nation of some civility.

Those who have learned their lesson are no longer here.
We survivors are students of our behavior.
Those who now learn to drop to the floor and play dead
Will some day be the ones who will end the bloodshed.
It will be something that hasn’t happened before.
Until then, our future is uniquely austere.

The Game Of Good And Evil

Jul12

Am I just an automaton or am I real
To myself and all others? Alive I must be.
We are sensitive creatures. Inside human skin
Have evolved things called values. We invented sin
To make for wild adventure. No passivity
Do I have about being. I am the real deal.

So, the two sets of values – the bad and the good –
Have it out with each other continually.
If they were equally balanced the game would be
Not an interesting one. No apology
Do we get for how things are… and they are beastly
Whether or not the conundrum is understood.

Every group of nice people needs those that are mean
Otherwise they could not tell each other apart.
They must then be recognized as the enemy.
But is this kind of behavior necessary?
There are many negative engines to restart.
Let them not play a part in the drama machine.

The best situation is where the good side wins
All the time but is never in fact the winner
And where the evil forces are always losing
But are never the loser. We have everything
That we need though it is harsh on the beginner.
Going through the cycle, we atone for our sins.

Specifics

Jan8

Specificity simply means more momentum.
The more detail you add to the story begun
The more it picks up energy all on its own.
Whether in joy or pain that is suffered alone
Momentum brings sharp focus to all that is done.
What is needed to have a fulfilling outcome?

If it feels good then be specific as you go.
Adding to your excitement with information
Will increase that momentum as good times occur.
But if it feels in such a way you’d not prefer
Then go general, and don’t speak to anyone.
Feel your way to alignment, and go with the flow.

Specifics are the product of your momentum.
Going general makes alignment easier.
When your not in a good place don’t add to it more
Little things that will make you feel worse than before.
Feel your way to the way that you know you’d prefer.
Only you know the truth of where you’re coming from.

If you got up and tripped on some negative thing
And then thought about it until you’re really mad
Then you called you friends to get them all worked up too
You’ve created momentum that will bury you.
Your awareness of how you feel is your comrade.
Either agony or ecstasy can life bring.

The Game Of Good And Evil

Sep18

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.

The Scourge Of Religion

Aug19

When a star starts making iron it will explode
In spectacular fashion. The power released
Can disrupt forming galaxies lightyears away.
It creates the stuff so fast one could rightly say
Mass production of heavy substances at least
Shows a violent cosmos in expressive mode.

What to make of the evil that money can buy?
One handful of the right souls now comes rather cheap
To the ones who can purchase behavior at will.
The right price can make good soldiers not want to kill
To defend their damned nation. The karma they reap
They will want to take care of long before they die.

Fighting over a small thing is not a big deal.
If we both want something, one of us will concede.
In a matter of time, one comes to one’s senses.
Take the damned thing and blow it! Too much expense is
Being paid by my spirit. I’d rather be freed
To get on with my best living in what is real.

But we fight for, over, and about God these days
As we have throughout history, and it’s insane.
If I believe in something but you… not the same,
In time we’ll kill each other and then place the blame
Anywhere but where it must go. All who are slain
Are but fodder for furtherance of toxic praise.

Over is the day of the sword. Now we kill more.
With the push of a button whole countries can be
Blown to bits within minutes without knowing why
Some asshole has decided that their kind must die
Over some subtle nonsense. We’ll never agree
And cannot be surprised by what else is in store.

Now, a global directive is what is needed.
One’s religion is one’s own business to pursue.
Do whatever the hell you want, but go in peace.
Beliefs global and national surely must cease
Or we face our extinction. But can this we do?
Our beliefs are not knowledge. Too many are dead.

The Meaning Of Life

Apr10

If one has but a ‘why’ one can bear any ‘how.’
As suggested by Nietzsche, life is very hard.
Does this mean I am tested in all that I do?
Certainly! There is darkness I must look into
For the purpose of healing whatever is scarred
By neglect of my visiting outside of now.

In the darkest of places, if I can still find
A faint glimmer of something, I’ll know it’s real light.
Life’s malevolence is ineradicable.
The intent and extent is unfathomable.
I need Sustaining Meaning to keep me alright.
If well-armed with some virtue, then I am aligned.

A life instinct is meaning. I need a reason
To get out of bed even on terrible days.
Nobleness in one’s purpose is not optional.
If one has not, then one is most vulnerable
To the clutches of evil and all of its ways.
Clutching on to some purpose, true life is begun.

I’ll get out and do something. It may turn out wrong,
But at least I’ll have learned then correct my mistakes.
My remaining in stasis leads to getting old
And decrepit from laziness. Purpose is gold.
Life is hopelessly woven in fear and heartbreaks.
Pointed in some direction, I am somewhat strong.

Death Of The Party

Apr2

Human drama unfolds as expected these days.
One need not own a TV to sense what is news.
Any person of color can feel the outrage
Of the animal instinct. Upon the world stage
The racist body politic echoes its views
Of righteous indignation and will to abrase.

A sedate subtle simmering has not its peak.
A political time bomb is due to go off
Yet it can’t be determined when it will explode.
I prepare my strange heart for the next episode.
Deep dark damaging hatred is noting to scoff.
Sanity within safety is all that I seek.

My last visit to my bank was just such a test.
The Caucasian bank teller did ask me if I
Added all of the numbers up all on my own
But I chose to ignore her despicable tone
Lest a knee to the neck be my fate if I try
To respond as appropriate. How is this best?

I live not in a nation where I can feel safe
Let alone feel some ownership of my homeland.
Even though proper people now have taken charge
Civil war is a chronic event by and large.
The nature of the hatred I can’t understand.
All I know is I’m feeling much more like a waif.

The Saddest Lines

Mar19

I could write some sad lines with this sorry assed life,
And it don’t take too damned much to jerk myself off.
In some ways it’s a blessing perfecting the fool
So that love has a purpose to earn ridicule
From the sensible masses. The dog whistle cough
Is a thickness I cut through with my psychic knife.

In her heart she defeats me, and I know not why
In the midst of eternity now should occur.
Incremental dissolving of love not cared for
And forever unspoken I cannot ignore.
How I long for the sweetness of things as they were
Is the reason I can’t go for a second try.

Some unknown evil spirit has occupied me.
What has taken my feelings infiltrates the void
Where my heart felt at home once. The unwanted guest
Is the hermit made harlot at one with my nest.
Will I get myself back without being destroyed?
Time I have plenty of. I shall just wait and see.

I can write through the darkness as if it were light.
Make believe is an artform the whore understands.
Illusion may expel her or turn her into
A benevolent entity. These lines are few
And the last to be offered. Survival demands
That I learn, then move on with improvement in sight.

Smoke And Mirrors

Oct9

Need one go to the devil or just sit in place
And observe what is happening on some device?
Satan has made his presence for those who believe
That personified evil will grant no reprieve
From the ongoing nightmare. It doesn’t think twice
All at once of supremacy for the white race.

Not perceived in the darkness and stale, misty haze
Is a stage even blacker. The psychic ink hole
Draws those near it into it. Their certain demise
Comes to everyone else but them not a surprise.
What is feared may be known is the hate in its soul
As expressed through its armies prepared for ‘last days.’

We can see not the drama in true light of day.
Everything made mysterious, all that is shown
Is appended illusion to make the shell game
Just a bit more spectacular – and there’s no shame.
Those who dare rewrite history, let it be known
That you, as the minority, won’t get your way.

Naïve are not the hated who manage their fear
On a day-to-day basis. The madness may come
Unexpectedly swiftly. My life is worth less
Since this demon stole office. I can’t second guess
What the wild have conspired by the beat of his drum.
Will I be any safer when this stage is clear?

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