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Past Lives

Pastel Fog

When you make your transition from your physical
Body back into nonphysical a process
Of clearing happens. Thoughts of negativity
Are released. From all resistance you become free.
You return to your pure clarity of wholeness.
How it happens escapes your human rationale.

Isn’t it logical though that if negative
Thoughts don’t reemerge with you they cannot return
In a future life? The reason you don’t recall
Your Past Lives is because they don’t matter at all
To how you live your current life and your concern
With the past will play havoc with how you now live.

You don’t come back to fix the mess you left behind
Nor to compensate for your ill deeds of the past.
You come here for the newness each time you arrive.
In this world of the physical you’re meant to thrive.
Spirit smiles upon you when you’re having a blast.
It’s the general mission of all humankind.

Sometimes you’ll see someone who has a tremendous
Talent or genius for something. Their momentum
Was started in a past life and continues on
Through the present life and what you’re focused upon
With intensity is what you benefit from.
Your Past Lives are not something for you to discuss.

Hip Pocket Philosophy

Thinking Statue

Intellectuals say simple things in hard ways
But artists say hard things in ways that are easy.
Does this have some significance to anything?
If it’s true then what manner of sense do I bring
To the world with my writing? I don’t want to be
Verbally enigmatic. But do I need praise?

If it turns out I’m needy then am I someone
Who will run from the rain yet take well to the sea?
Am I one who thinks of injustice only when
It is happening to me? What can I do then
To evolve into the person I want to be?
That I’ve erred is my life then pure retribution?

Poetry is what happens when nothing else can
In the moment. When the heart has something to say
It must say it in whatever language it speaks.
Self-expression is all that the happy heart seeks.
I can manipulate words as if it’s child’s play.
There is nothing wrong with my being my own fan.

About what matters in life I still am learning.
As a student I look up to those who are free
Of this schoolhouse and who also help me to write.
Channeling information brings me much delight.
Now It’s become my Hip Pocket Philosophy.
I trust that my desire becomes ever burning.

The Genius Of The Crowd

The All Knowing Public

Treachery, hatred, violence, absurdity…
There’s enough of it in the average person
To supply any given army any day.
Those who excel at murder preach, and what they say
Is that killing is offensive yet they have none
Of the virtue they speak of. All eyes plainly see.

Those who hate with a passion and do it quite well
Are those who get to teach love. Is this ironic?
And those who are the best at war finally preach
Of the peace that is needed. Their eloquent speech
Often manipulates the body politic.
Negativity sadly is not a hard sell.

Those who preach love have no love, and those who preach peace
Don’t have peace. Those who speak of God incessantly
Do need God. Beware the knowers and the preachers.
Those who read books are also dangerous creatures.
People who detest or are proud of poverty
Are a drain on the life force. Connection must cease.

Beware the average human being today.
There’s enough genius in their hatred of others
To kill you, me, or anyone. No solitude
Do they want nor can understand. This can be viewed
As a tragic existence if one so prefers.
It’s an understatement that life’s not a ballet.