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Free From Resistance?

The State Of Allowance

I can’t get to where I want by trying to get
Away from where I am now, because in my heart
Resistance is apparent. Reduced current flow
From the source that connects me will pull my mood low.
In that way, I’m not able to get a fresh start
On a good course of action that I’ll not regret.

Moving forward is what I’ve resistance about.
Many things disappoint me. It’s not the right place
For the growth of my spirit. Trapped in a red zone
The vibration I’m feeling for cannot be known.
At my present location, my true self I chase.
Like a dog with its own tail, I’m spinning in doubt.

When I’m out of alignment then fear settles in.
All the negative aspects that I hold on to
Disallow moving forward to what I desire.
I can’t let then the good things I’ve asked for transpire.
Getting rid of resistance is something to do.
All I need to know is where and how to begin.

I can feel good where I am with what I’m doing
And my source knows the whole path that I need to take.
It knows also the obstacles that I place there.
Guiding me safely past them, surely it takes care
Of what I need not focus on. Now more awake
On the path I have chosen, life is fulfilling.

Blue Shift

Inner Sense Of Direction

Any decrease in wavelength across the spectrum
Of a country divided must show an increase
In the heart-centered frequency of its people.
Zombified, the deplorables haven’t much pull.
Skirmishes will be noted. The madness will cease,
And the saner majority shall overcome.

In the toilet of Putin a mass of feces
Sits and stinks to low Hades of worldwide abuse.
History has not written yet what will unfold.
The sick souls of a small group are bought and controlled.
Human weakness exploited, evil will seduce
Politicians of purpose with relative ease.

In the visible spectrum of light can be seen
All the colors that make up world that is known.
Universal expansion, from our perspective,
Is without and within. And the way that we live
Reflects pitiful light upon how much we’ve grown.
Civil Rights is the target of the hate machine.

Yet, my view is blue shifted. The bias I own
Is of someone who’s hated for simply being.
So, I’ll claim some authority. That is my choice.
Everyone in a free nation has their own voice.
If it don’t do a whole lot, it’s awful freeing
To respond to the bullshit in my chosen tone.

The Degrees Of Disast

All A Part Of The Spectrum

Many kinds of comparisons are to be made
Of the adverbs and adjectives used every day.
Brightly colored, the circus spectral of three rings
Prides itself in performance to qualify things.
They provide entertainment and constant foreplay
To those parts of the private mind kept in the shade.

Positive is the first degree. At parade rest
Stands the bare modifier without a command.
Since no comparison is to be made at all,
It has no special duty to pique and enthrall
The most basic perceiver, nor does it expand
From declarative purity. Thus it is blessed.

The Comparative is the degree at mid-range.
With somewhat of an ego, it likes showing off.
Getting next to the Positive with its suffix,
It fulfills its libido without using tricks.
Satisfied in the fact that the others don’t’ scoff,
It has no fear of others thinking it is strange.

The loudest of the three is the Superlative.
Its formidable nature is taken to heart
By the other two able beings of degree.
It eclipses things within its vicinity.
If one needs an example, a good place to start
Is the bed of Disaster in which we all live.

 Some Disast is a good thing. It strengthens the soul
And provides a good basis for getting along.
But Disaster is worse as it slows people down.
It can act like an adjective though it’s a noun.
Yet, the worst is Disastest where all can go wrong.
The existence of all three is what makes life whole.

Tooth And Nail

A Dastardly Duo

Couples come in varieties strange and bizarre.
Tooth And Nail are an odd one, evil and deadly.
Anyone who would fight them must have balls of lead…
Or perhaps there’s a cotter pin loose in the head
Of the foolish one hellbent embarrassingly
To take on such a duo, as daft as they are.

Now, Miss Tooth can be itchy, but with a big ‘B.’
This madame of mendacity speaks through her roots
That are deeply embedded in clandestine ways
Of creating catastrophe. She earns the praise
Of her flathead accomplice whose pistols he shoots
Like his masculine motormouth – aggressively.

Mr. Nail is a character man machine made.
His rock hard heart’s desire is to be driven home
Into some structured substance where he would then stay
With his sweet tooth nearby him, the old fashioned way.
To be caught in a fight with them is a syndrome
Of extreme consternation and hard karma paid.

Tooth And Nail – Do avoid them whatever the cost.
If by chance you engage them, know that you won’t win.
They’re the masters of trickery and pure nonsense.
If there isn’t a choice, then the proper offense
Is a blast from the back end served with a big grin.
With a strange sense of humor, one rarely is lost. 

Africanized Forked Tongued Maricopa

A Radic alized Species

A day’s lesson in zoology is the news
Made aggressively in the streets of Lalaland.
Easily they’re excited by smells of bullshit.
Give them feces to feed on… My God! They won’t quit!
No one now recognizes that this is all planned
And pumped straight from the anus of whom all accuse.

The remote master chessman knows well in advance
How his pieces will play out his will, then begone.
So intrenched are his tentacles in our affairs
They feel righteously nice to some. Indeed who cares.
We can’t know how we’re fucked with. We’re not more withdrawn
But more prone to be entertained by circumstance.

These people are bananas! They’re stark fucking mad!
I thought I’d been the nutcase forever ‘til now.
Having been one, I know one, but don’t know them all…
And with these breeding maggots, there’d be no close call.
On I’ll go in damned comfort if I can allow
These assholes to amuse me. That can’t make me sad.

Checking for Asian DNANot for Bamboo –
Is the path of the brain ninja, but I digress…
Why not check for fried rice with traces of soy sauce
Through the most telltale patterns of slant Lissajous
Micro-minded for merit? You folk are a mess!
Next time your ilk go trippin’, I’ll know what to do.

Just Attend To Your Breathing

The Life Affirming Function

A delightful companion is always a plus
In the fine art of ‘breath watching,’ as it is called.
It’s a mechanism of the body, we know.
When we pay more attention to it, we will grow
Both in health and in spirit. We can be enthralled
By this motion magnificent for life and thus.

It is the most practiced form of meditation.
It’s so basic and simple while easy to do
Since we do it most constantly yet not aware
Of this God given process. We give much more care
To our outward appearance, but any guru
Would advise more attention to breathing be done.

A sharpness or a keenness begins to ensue
As perfect becomes practice within a time short.
It’s a process amazing most naturally.
One can only get more conscious and completely
Needless of preparation or others’ support.
An increase in awareness will surely accrue.

The perpetual play of my breath, as I see,
The maker of my body holds with a kind hand.
The taker of my being, the same creator
Whose hand I firmly hold until there is no more,
Has no wish to escape. My most vital demand
Is ongoing fulfillment of wanting to be.

Selflessly Selfish?

Balance Between Self And Others

Deadly sins are perhaps more than one hand can hold.
They could simply be seen as the process of growth
Of the healthy young ego into an adult.
If the challenge is too much often the result
Is arrested development and evil both.
Most hold on to their false selves until they are old.

Somewhere in early childhood the ego is born.
Behaviors that are noticed include jealousy,
Envy, greed, and self-interest in a big way.
They learn to become hurtful by things that they say
In response to feelings of inadequacy.
To be sharp and offensive the ego is sworn.

There are times we hurt others but unconsciously
By fulfilling one’s own needs instead of those whose
Expectations manipulate others’ free will.
To withhold one’s true inner needs just to fulfill
Selfish wishes of others is to put the screws
On the spirit’s development definitely!

But to do but for others means not to deny
Deeper needs within true self, for included there
Is the need to help others because it feels good…
 Never from a constructed image of falsehood.
Evolving past adulthood, the need is to care
For the whole human race with no thought about why.

Love Is Enough

What Keeps Earth In Its Orbit

As the birth of the ego in real time is known
By the saving of daylight, no more do I need
To spring forward in righteousness. Love Is Enough
To free me from a state where I sweat the small stuff…
Like this world with its darkness and malice of deed.
The woods whine as the wane, yet few wicked atone.

All the while, it’s intriguing. The shadowy hills
Hide a beauty unrecognized without the stroll
Along paths made pursuable by pure desire.
Love can all on its own get forces to conspire
Orchestrated excitement. My feeling more whole
Is itself more important than learning earth skills.

 Wet and low hanging laundry – this world and its hate –
Puts its weight on the clothesline thus pulling it down
To the mud pool below it. Love launders alone
In the heart that is steadied by all it’s been shown
By celestial theatrics performed in the round.
Love at least has the good sense to let me create…

…And create I do freely. By now it’s a breeze.
Frustrating, negative, and too often too hard,
This void’s also fulfilling. The love that I share
Is the best way to offer the cross that I bear.
Will love ever allow me to let down my guard?
Effort is sometimes needed for feeling at ease.

The Importance Of Polidicks

Pillars Of Leadership

Nations need rock hard structure. The call to erect
A firm system of government for people who
Are by fate nonindigenous to stolen land
Is one most patriotic and perfectly grand.
Governmental management is set up to screw
Everyone but the worthy in cold disrespect.

Polidicks is an insecure noun even though
It may look like it’s plural. It loves to deceive
Through misrepresentation of relative fact.
Is this not how the pimps of the ghettos must act?
The perversion of leadership some may perceive
As a derelict dick dance and carnival show.

 We believe in a commonwealth headed by dicks,
But the kind that are female must rent a strap-on
And appear to be masculine yet with some grace.
It helps much if the woman/man has a cute face
And sucks up to the real dicks who think that their brawn
Is their birthright to battery and foolish tricks.

The importance of polidicks, once it is known
By the asshole gorillas whose knuckles grow raw,
May enlighten the awful body polidick.
The behaviors of cavemen on stage is quite sick.

What we have now are people who stand for the law.
It is refreshing to have leaders who are grown.

When I Die

At The Point of Return

How can there be an ending? The sun, when it sets,
Will again rise, and swiftly. This world I’ll not miss.
Don’t lament, or feel sorrow, or shed any tears.
Know that I am in joy as your grief disappears.
I’ll have not fallen into a monster’s abyss.
Knowing then love eternal, I’ll have no regrets.

As my carcass is lowered, please don’t say goodbye,
For I won’t be there hanging out. I’ll be set free.
But a curtain is grieving to the paradise
That exists just behind it where being is nice.
Beyond cosmos eternal is where I will be.
There’s no need for a full-scale parade when I die.

From the seed that is buried new life will arise,
Every day and forever. This also is true:
When the bucket is lowered down into the well
It comes back full of water. My wish is to quell
Any feelings of loss to the awfully few
Who may come to become witness to my demise.

Much of this is from Rumi. I messed with it some.
It retains his intent, though. At least I think so.
Seriously, his outlook shows deepness of heart.
My respect is for what his ideas impart
To this poet in training. To others I owe
Gratitude for my content from who much does come.

Incensitive Spirit

Salvation By Aroma

“It’s the Atmosphere, stupid!” Who speaks in this way
But political talking heads seen on TV?
Insulting one’s intelligence ain’t very nice.
But the gurus of India wouldn’t think twice
About teaching the ignorant how they should be.
But to heck with my ego. I’ll hear what they say.

Spaces indoors are filled with a blending of smells
Within energy structures that have an effect
On spiritual processes undertaken.
They may impede the method used to awaken.
When the air’s a bit funky, with all do respect,
Then proper ventilation refreshment compels.

Both the shape and size of the room are important.
That’s one whole other topic not right for right now.
Every detail has meaning for those so consumed
In the perfection of a room that is perfumed
With a powerful essence which will more allow
Meditation to go well. Who’d say that it can’t?

Replicating the outside and natural air
Filled with fragrance organic is what is achieved
By the use of fine incense or essential oils.
That which is not of nature essentially spoils
Atmospheric integrity… so unperceived.
Incense lifts up the spirit and sanctifies prayer.

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.

Homie Want A Tomato?

Not Too Black And White

I can write my damned ass off! Who knows that by now?
Why not cut me some feedback? I’m in awful need.
Infantile is my ego. It craves attention
Even though simply doing this is lots of fun.
I’m more proud than prolific. What case do I plead
For the love made available if I allow?

It just ain’t no big thing I’m obliged to conclude
Yet most things of great size are not easy to move –
Like the free wills of others. Although some succeed
Because they have that something that I lack indeed.
I could write trash like others, but what would that prove?
It may be simply that my perception is skewed.

Give a rat’s ass about something other than news.
Even though it’s historical, watch it from home.
But don’t sit there all day doing nothing but that.
Take in things of some substance. The world isn’t flat,
Nor do I care to see where the crazy ones roam.
I find safety and comfort while in my own shoes.

I can’t see myself stopping this. I’ll continue
‘Til my last day of living. My ego survives
Its acquaintance with smallness on anyone’s stage.
I’ve no role to embellish nor crowd to engage
Sacrilege of relationship. Clarity drives
My wholehearted ambition and all that I do.

Flight Into Transformation

Marching Through Anticipation

Capable of profound transformation and growth,
This most sensitive creature is cleaver and wise.
Dangers that are of nature, like menacing birds,
He will mitigate not with the power of words,
But with elegant trickery. And for his size,
He’ll engage his opponents and make fools of both.

One must be self-sufficient in eager pursuit
Of the path one must follow to its rightful end.
We need not be aggressive. A sense of humor
And a conscious awareness are parcel and core
And sufficient for living ‘til time to ascend
To the height of our being our most resolute.

A harmless caterpillar is one protected
By its own self-defenses until it can fly.
On the way there’s a big change that has to take place.
It will do that with honor – never in disgrace.
Does it know that some day it will take to the sky?
Or does only the next moment lie just ahead?

Outmaneuvering obstacles scattered my way
With creative endurance is worthwhile advice.
So I take it in earnest, record in delight,
And end this perfect day with these words that I write.
Waking up as a butterfly, is but the price
That I’d pay for the start of another fine day.

The Chant

Natural Rythms

The pure sound is superior to spoken word.
If I touch but the word, I touch only meaning.
But to contact creation, the unfettered voice
Is one method approved of by popular choice.
An alignment transformative chanting will bring.
A relaxed and refreshed state is greatly preferred.

Giving meaning to everything, verbal software
Floods the mind – the fine fuel pump of rational thought –
With too much information of value only
To the abstracted ego. The not side of me
Benefits from no meaning much more than a lot.
Words have their place but often the mind they ensnare.

The essence of creation is what is called sound.
It has no other meaning than that it exists.
The blueprint of creation is contained within
And throughout all the universe. All are akin
To the basic vibration which surely consists
Of all that is perceivable everywhere found.

There’s no meaning in meaning. The sense that I make
Of the sounds that surround me is simply not real.
The vibration is heard and felt. It offers peace
To myself, and it is but the proper release
Of whatever tension the ego may conceal.
Beneficial it is for feeling more awake.

Princess Waterfawn

The Antidistressant

A petite, plucky princess, she is self-assured
With her magical powers. She knows her own worth
Which she stands up for fearlessly. Feisty is she
When confronting dismissiveness. Confidently
She will face any danger with curious mirth
And make light of the suffering she has endured.

Eilonwy is one hell of a name for a child
Anywhere else but her land where oddness of name
Is something to be proud of. She does have respect
And will work alongside others. She’ll not neglect
Dreams and feelings of others. She knows she’s the same
Magic stardust programmed and uniquely compiled.

Despite her strong-willed nature, affection she shows
After some confrontation. Emotional play
Is a part of her magic which she uses well
To dispel hidden places where darkness may dwell.
Honesty and resourcefulness throughout each day
Is protection from what lies within dark shadows.

Not apparently addled is she at the core
Which proves some first impressions are hastily made.
Capable with her intellect, balanced she knows
So that it and her feelings she can juxtapose
As she needs for each circumstance carefully weighed
In the light of her presence that none can ignore.

Wisdom Of The Deep

Underworldly Knowedge

To gain underworld access one has to go deep
Where the many mercreatures dwell under the rule
Of a heart-centered leader – parental and strong.
Overly protective he gets if things go wrong.
There will not be a first time that he’s made a fool.
He knows what lack of focus in judgment will reap.

Way down there, there is wisdom that generates peace
That the underworld family thrives as one whole
With complete understanding that all must be well.
Ocean currents comingle and cast the same spell
Of aquatic enrichment. He whom all extol
Is responsible for inner demons’ release.

The domain of the deep sea hold secrets untold.
Therefore, upright land beings through magic create
Fantasy for fulfillment of something unknown
To the conscious awareness and will to condone.
His contempt for we humans is not one of fate.
He relies on his magical trident of gold.

Interestingly King Triton is a nice guy.
Sensitive and affectionate sometimes is he
When he lets down the crown and relaxes his groove.
Among those he adores he has nothing to prove.
Sharing wisdom among folk, he then lets them be
In the bliss of their freedom to give life a try.

Google It!

You Know the Answer

If you know how to Google, perhaps you’ve become
Quite acquainted with nonsense and childish affairs.
That’s ok. Just enjoy it. To Google is fun!
If your mind is too lazy, still work can get done.
Everyone relies on it in stark unawares
That the virtual genie will render them dumb.

Google It if you have to. Why waste energy
Using what God has given you? You need it fast
Like the digital clockwork within wasted brains.
Finding things out a harder way properly trains
And builds up the weak gray matter. Nothing will last
In this world for the unforeseen eternity.

 Babies learn how to Google with relative ease.
Nature gives them the willingness to have their say
In their language made known to all who have keen ears.
They Google celebration with giggles and cheers
But not using devices with which adults play.
Finding out information, for them, is a breeze.

One who Googles one’s ass off for hours on end
May end up with a headache from mental fatigue.
So it’s best to have babies and children help you
To combat the addiction. The searching you do
Means you’re lost in a lull and bereft if intrigue.
It is my humble honor to vaguely offend.

This Moment

The Eternal Now

Addicted to the next moment most of us are.
The illusion of forward motion is at play.
To exist in the future is all in the mind.
Consciousness, when it’s trapped there, will make people blind
To the value This Moment has. Thought will betray
What is present reality. Ain’t that bizarre?

Some of us are of wisdom. That wouldn’t be me.
I, like many who manage with mental disease,
Seek advice from the masters of pure consciousness.
Normalcy I can mimic, but my life’s a mess.
Without plenty of guidance, no hope will I seize.
Awareness of This Moment will set myself free.

Verily, quality of my life does depend
On how much value I place on the here and now,
And how much I devalue the future and past.
All I have is This Moment – the one that will last
Through a lifetime of wonder. If I practice how
To achieve that awareness, myself I’ll transcend.

Little things are significant. Taking a drink
Of a cool glass of water, I’m attentive to.
It is much more refreshing when it’s not a chore
Amid myriad others, and at times, a bore.
Anything I would do is a nice thing to do.
There are some moments where one can just stop and think.

Fairy Mother, The Queen

The Ideal of The Goddess

Antidotes to reality often are wild
When born out of frustration and utter despair.
Ever lethal the potency some would advise
In a world cursed by fear and the right to despise
To its full heart’s content. It’s a constant affair.
Others choose to revert to the mind of a child.

Someone wise and approachable yet pure of heart,
Who’s devoted and loving is quite a far leap
From a threshold uncertain beyond all belief
Into counter delusion to find some relief
From the ongoing nightmare where we are the sheep
To be counted, then slaughtered as we all take part.

 One’s reliance on fairies in times of great need…
Or the act of an angel to right what is wrong…
Or to come in an instant to save one from harm
Is a safety device when one senses alarm.
Leadership is like magic. It can be made strong
When its power is used well in thought, word, and deed.

Mother figures abundant the subconscious keeps.
When the center of focus from nurturance drifts
To distractions resulting from ultimate greed,
Then the cries of the family she can’t misread.
Empathy is one of woman’s most cherished gifts.
She knows well what an investment in kindness reaps.

Creative Self-Expression

Provocative Personality

Do proceed with your decadent self, I insist!
For if not, all the world will not know of your name.
Be completely assertive in how you perform.
Take the stage if you want to depart from the norm.
You have people’s attention. Success you will claim
As the prize for your efforts. Be by the world kissed!

Feeling quite warm and friendly and light on my feet
In the midst of my projects and gadgets galore,
Totally I’m excited. Just give me some space
To inform and delight you. The look on my face
Says it all, and I intend to give you much more
Than you think could be possible. This ain’t conceit.

Consciousness of appearance is highly maintained.
Making my good impression is first and foremost
So that you’ll get to view me as fully prepared
And profoundly professional. Confidence shared
For a meeting enlightening as we’re engrossed
In unique entertainment is easily gained.

 Creative Self-Expression is freedom to be
Unrestrained and inspired by the passion within
To communicate meaning in every which way.
Infinite is the power in what people say.
Knowing that I have value is where to begin
Brushing up on my act so that others may see.

The Boy From Flimflamboya

The Lady Killer

Through the night his crib is rocking.
The Boy From Flimflamboya be knocking
The bottom out of the big butt babe in his bed.

Women can’t be chaste and mellow
When they are transfixed by this fellow.
Their hearts say, “Hello,” like instant jello in red.

Oh, I would so love to be him
Rather than trying to beat him.
If I were able to see him,
I would ask for advice on romance.
And perhaps he could teach me to dance.

Girls, in absolute surrender,
Compete to be the top contender
To mate with this hallway extender a lot.

Jealous I would be, but I’m not
Because I’m happy with what I’ve got.
Without a thought, I would rather be cool than hot.

May all the he-men salute you.
They have nothing better to do.
Women in search of a good screw
Can go to the local hardware store
Where perhaps they’ll find one to adore.

Fun filled times of wild poon-tanging
And boasting of successful banging
Will leave what’s hanging limp
…Eventually.

Resourcefulness And Patience

Demonstration of Masterful Control

When the need is to tame one’s vital energies,
The fulfillment of destiny is well in sight.
Truly aristocratic is one with complete
Dominion over wildness with power discrete.
Mastery of the ego is not done through might
But by wisdom of spirit with comfort and ease.

Pride exalted in status can have the effect
Of distracting the ego from what it must do
To maintain pure performance. Control can be lost
In the moment’s illusion and at severe cost
To the primary focus. Continuing through
Leaves onlookers suspicious in every respect.

Energy, when directed with firmness of touch
In a way most receptive and with kind intent,
Can produce, if by magic, behavior docile
In the wildest of beasts. Mystical is her style.
Unencumbered by rivalry, she will present
What the crowd wants to see. They’re enjoyment is much.

Fearless and most professional, risk is her game.
Skillfully it is managed, so safe is the play.
Seeming not much like work, she makes it look like fun.
Her spiritual prowess is second to none.
Archetypes of this type inherently portray
What it means to be female and honored by fame.

Cleaning Up

Untidy Tasks

There’s not one thing more hairy than one fat-assed bear
With the mind of an infant who looks like a clown.
He’s become a big problem whom I must engage
In some manner effective, albeit with rage.
He’s by now an attraction to folks from uptown.
They should pay me commission for all that I care.

Normally, I keep track of what takes place at home.
A buffoon of a house guest makes poor furniture.
A big furry fat butt in my window could sneeze
Then my whole house would reek of honey processed cheese.
Infected by calamity, I need a cure
From the toxic effect of the Screw Bear syndrome.

I can be rather nasty when I lose my cool
With this dim witted dipshit from La-la Lowland.
I must maintain composure with my dickhead guest

Even though, in my mind, he’s a two ended pest.
The best end, nonexistent, is what I can’t stand.
It would be hard to make this jerk feel like a fool.

I may sound a bit harsh. I’ve had all I can take
Of this bear’s belly bullshit. Help this creature needs
Of the kind I can’t offer if you get my drift.
What I need is someone with a rugged forklift
I have grown to hate much that on which the thing feeds.
I suppose things could get worse if he were a snake.

Too Hot To Trot

Enhanced Desire

A bare chested young man on a horse is a sight
For those eyes seeking service to more body parts.
In the heat of adventure, the he-man aware
Fully of all his assets, will show some with care
Not to incite a pussy fight or break the hearts
Of the many whose passion he’s prone to ignite.

Let the horse do the trotting, The man is too hot.
It’s a bother. Besides, it would be a disgrace
To be walking the beast when control must be shown.
It gets wet the young ladies and gets them to moan
While engaged in a fantasy dripping in place.
Should he keep a shirt handy to soak up the spot?

  Aggressive is his nature yet soft to the touch
So that with the right female good sex can take place.
If she is strong and healthy and has proper genes
They’ll commence copulation by various means.
It’s the means nature uses to maintain our race.
Her control supersedes his by so more than much.

He must strut for some action as male creatures do.
The performance is judged and assessment is made
As to aesthetic value and genuine worth.
Being that we have dominion over the earth
What could be more exciting a hot escapade
Than to banish the urge to reinvent the screw.

I’m Not Moving!

Resistance To Convention

Unexpected events are a strain on my nerves
And the one who provokes me as well has issues
That are most incompatible with what I need.
And I don’t need a master who’s out to impede
My agenda incessantly. I’ll not amuse
Someone who’s a control freak no creature deserves.

Understanding there’s turmoil in most people’s lives,
I want nothing to do with the problems they make
For myself and for all with whom they interact.
And this jerk with an attitude need to learn tact.
A good ram to the crotch I would give for his sake.
I’d read to him the riot act ‘til help arrives.

Time to scrutinize motives I take when I can
Muster up enough effort to put up a fight.
Solid figures of obstinance cannot be moved
If the act of the mover needs to be improved.
I’m one son of an anvil who you can’t excite.
Tie my ass in a knot if you think you’re a man.

When I need some attention I will let you know.
Beasts of burden among workers have equal rights
Among nature’s own flawless immutable laws.
I would appreciate it if you’d keep your paws
To yourself unless you would prefer to see lights
In an unconscious state from a lethal head blow.

The Art Of Persuasion

The Convincing Argument

With authority figures I get along well.
One must keep them believing that they’re in control
And a cool way to do that is by playing dumb.
It may be kind of tacky and useless for some
But for me it’s a neat way of reaching my goal.
It’s the will of the wise one I’m willing to quell.

This works well with most anyone. Since I’m a child
I can take full advantage of subtle combat
Of a cognitive nature. It’s all in the mind.
I define most behaviors as more than inclined
To relenting to innocence. Anger falls flat
In the otherwise mellow one. I tame the wild.

I don’t listen to words much but feel what they mean.
Through the heart of the meaner they’ve much to convey.
The most accurate truth I intuit with skill
Worthy of the Great Goddess. Her will I fulfill
By firmly understanding that I’ll get my way.
He will be fully trained by the time I’m a teen.

But The Art Of Persuasion I implement now.
Basic to my survival ‘til that time draws near
Is the pleasure bestowed upon me to be sweet.
I can handle most adults I happen to meet.
Can someone give a scolding to someone so dear?
There is only one answer that one would allow.

Eagerness For Input

Emotionally Stimulated Intellect

More in touch with my feelings than usual, I
Need someone to depend on who isn’t all there.
There can be no confusion when I’m in control
Of intimate surroundings. My geek-hearted soul
Gets a surge of excitement that none can compare.
No commitment but pleasure and joy do apply.

I must think that my weird ass is having some fun
All alone in my living room floating in air
In the comfort and privacy of my own home
Where salacious affairs of the consciousness roam.
I won’t make this a bad habit, just to be fair
To the people who know me. What harm can be done?

Not a part of this body is made without nerves
And them buggers git sensitive once in a while.
My solution, though fantasy, really feels nice.
If I weren’t so damned digital would I think twice
About virtual intercourse? With a big smile
I will slam dunk that nookie as justice deserves.

Much to be said is wordless so it shall remain
In the realm of complete inexpressible thought.
What one finds sentimental another may feel
That the source of sensation is somewhat surreal.
If I keep it low keyed I may never get caught.
I want one to think I’m perversely insane.

Goddess Pee Tea

Exotic Devotion

In the realm of The Goddess no human resides
Unless washed by the waters of infinite grace
Whereupon they become saturated in love.
They return to the earth plane in dampness thereof
To proclaim their allegiance and keep a straight face
Among those who, in dryness, avoid loving tides.

Giving guidance to mankind is nature’s last call
To the race in a rat race to spring its own trap
By devices most cheesy with dankness of smell
Like the one that’s maintained for the waste water well.
We’d eliminate dryness if we gave a crap
For magnificent moisture for one and for all.

We must get enough water if we’re to survive
And we must have it daily. There’s no other way
For the body to function at its proper peak.
To believe in The Goddess need one be a freak?
Or is that just a side effect meant to display
Her intent to format the internal hard drive?

Drinking pee from The Goddess sounds rather perverse.
Any context imaginable by the one
With no sense of abandon may be hard to see.
The Goddess has no body, so drinking her pee
Is some mystical weirdness extracted from fun
And presented in jest as a cognitive curse.

Where within all the bleakness does one find relief
From the damned daily deluge of drama deranged?
Dark delusions delivered do dampen our days.
Pretty soon we’ll be dancing and giving up praise.
May the power of pussy restore the estranged
Through the magic of wetness in female belief.

Sensory Maintenance

Fresh Emotional Shift

Personal and subjective concerns override
Everything else. It need not be too difficult
To arrange time together with those of our kin.
Our most sensitive feelings grow from deep within
And exude positive energy. The result
Is a smooth running engine of love amplified.

Systems such as relationships can use a tweak
Frequency of the tuning is never too high.
But to share an adventure is for the old soul
A delightfully bright day. It keeps the heart whole.
For the young one curiosity is the sky.
Bonds remain ever solid. They never grow weak.

Investigative research can be done, one sees,
On what makes a good friendship endure through the years
By those who do behavioral science the best.
Those would be all the doctors. Their views are professed
To define what is normal and that which best clears
Any integral structure of psychic disease.

What all can be accomplished will more than suffice
When it comes to fulfillment in time spent with care
For the ones we most cherish. Much more may be said
But if I keep it up, at some point I’ll drop dead
Since it’s way past my bedtime. So just to be fair
I will end this one here, and I shall not think twice.

Immersed In Empathy

Emotional Dream World

Empathy for humanity’s seeming turmoil
Is a given among those who live and breathe air
And perhaps among spirits who’ve seen it all pass
Into cycles recurrent for our troubled mass.
It’s enough to feel something. Divine is to care
That we may find redemption. At this, some recoil.

Puzzling situations that boggle the mind
All condense into immense singularity.
And the human condition is one that I live
As its mirror reflection. What I wouldn’t give
For a relevant clue that would help me to see
Through the game life is playing! I would be more kind.

A jolt of the mysterious in every while
Is a kinder description for what is now seen
Through the eye that beholds this conundrum with awe
Of the utter viral nature of human flaw.
Can we do something like global mental hygiene?
And is there no reaction to shock but to smile?

The emotional balance I seek I may find
In the moment reluctance to fear can be caught
And the right choice is obvious. Then all makes sense…
Or, at least, what’s around me in this rather dense
Fluid of an existence while steeped in deep thought.
Maybe I could relax more my mental behind.

Interview

Your Most Martian Worth

What indeed is your dick length… and girth, I might add?
Do you earn at least six figures and own a yacht?
If you do then you’re qualified to take your place
Among all of my suitors. Do not fall from grace.
You profess to be manly and too hot to trot.
Can you feel quite the same with your ego unclad?

What I want is good chemistry. Do you make nice?
Your pleasant conversation may be to your good.
It’s somewhat energizing. You put on a show
Just for my entertainment. I’d like you to know
I seek vulnerability in your manhood.
You may now tell your story, but make it concise.

Are you stable emotionally? Or do you
Make your heated aggressions a part of your style?
I’ll assume that you are, since you didn’t speak up.
Can you handle my nagging and whine like a pup?
If you can we may play out our roles for a while.
If you don’t cut the muster, I’ll bid you adieu.

I believe in equality. If you do too
Then you’ll know I’m superior in every way.
I’m the same as the goddess of nature and love.
I can be most assertive with no need to shove.
Listen carefully to all that I have to say
And good luck. I have applications to review.

Plupiter – Juto Confusion

Dis-Armageddon

There’s this misunderstanding about certain things
In the cosmos and how they are apt to behave.
If Uranus is nasty what can make it clean?
In conjunction with Mars it would have to stay mean
Depending on which house it would choose to enslave.
No one looks forward to what this mad aspect brings.

Other configurations are more important
Than are some because some are much weaker than those
With significant power to do some real harm.
It is my honored duty to sound the alarm
And refute information from deep dark shadows
And there’s no one around who can tell me I can’t.

There’s a Plupiter – Juto Confusion afoot.
It is wreaking some havoc in most people’s minds.
These are two way out planets. They both have much pride.
It’s not often the paths of these two coincide.
When they do there is bigness of truth of all kinds.
It’s a major event with a lethal output.

Be prepared in the long run to be not without
Strength of purpose that cosmic confusion can’t beat.
Take a break from the nonsense and learn the real thing.
Such a world of enlightenment this act will bring.
Stellar chatter is often a form of deceit.
Make sure what you digest is most pure without doubt.

Getting Things Done

Service On The Spot

I consider good hygiene important enough
That I depend on others to get proper care.
Their professional expertise is to die for.
That which oneself can do for oneself is a chore.
Offers of special services sometimes are rare.
It’s a blessing receiving them when times are tough.

Orderly state of mind and self-discipline are
What I need for survival or just feeling fine.
I see them as the same. No confusion I’ll buy
Nor am I opposed to flashing balls to the sky
To get needed attention. Their work is divine.
I am glad I know many who are up to par.

No abstract speculation will my mind endure
For more than a split second before my defense
Comes to full-on alert, then the thought fades away.
I’m too darned awful busy to mess up my day
With delusions of shame, which to me don’t make sense.
What I want from life is to be groomed and secure.

So, by law I’m pragmatic. Conservative views
Aligned with mother nature’s are what I must own.
Sense of duty becomes me as I become real.
The best thing about Getting Things Done is to feel
As the getting proceeds toward a contented moan.
Perhaps I get more done than, at times, I would choose.

Be Thou One With The Highway!

Vision From The Death Of Night

People say that I’m crazy. But why? Does it show?
Everyone has their own way. I do my own thing.
Be Thou One With The Highway if you think I’m weird.
Among creatures quite like me I’m loved and revered.
What I need my aggressive behavior will bring
And things must happen instantly. I don’t like slow.

Touchy and argumentative describes me well
If in fact you must do that, perverse as you are.
Analyze your behavior before you lash out.
Don’t mistake me for your own confusion and doubt.
Popularity knows not a bright shining star
Who sustains its excitement. No crap do I sell.

Do I need to get physical or in your face?
This mother is inventive but most of my needs
Are conceived during peacetime then birthed at the next.
Nevermore does the real world render me perplexed
As long as my behavior is marked by good deeds.
All must know that my brashness is offered in grace.

Live and let live. Those words I must strive to live by.
Freedom is in the framer where spirit resides.
I appear to be hostile? That’s your point of view.
We all live in a fun house with vision askew.
Within deep rooted fears is where prejudice hides.
Being true is a right that no one can deny.

Toward An Ease At Performing

Mission of Passion

For some, life is a mission of major import
And assigned by a master they know is within
And a part of all drama both seen and unseen.
It must take a good team to repair a bad spleen.
Some jobs are not for people whose patience is thin.
One can only respect performers of this sort.

Do they make it look easy? I can’t answer that.
What I’d seen on TV long ago can’t be real
Nor could it even come close. As far as I know
Miracles are performed daily, and they bestow
Restoration of function. A lot they can heal.
Because practice makes perfect, they have much down pat.

Clearly out of the limelight and main public view
Work is done with true diligence and with a cause
Most aligned with their natures in service to all.
One may notice there isn’t the sent of Lysol.
Alcohol they use mostly as it mostly was
Easiest to procure for the work that they do.

Easy is their performance to those who may see
Not the act behind curtains drawn. Only the few
Who are privy to witness what is taking place
In the spaces where folk rely on divine grace
To ensure that the team will indeed pull one through
Get to know the real deal. Should it matter to me?

Silverness Of Tongue

Lighthearted Charm and Social Grace

With warmth and sensitivity, clearly I speak,
And a silver-toned essence engulfs every lick
That I give to most others. My feelings arise
From my will to express them. I wear no disguise
When it comes to my loved ones. I lay it on thick.
There is nothing in this world but love that I seek.

Often shy and embarrassed I’ll keep to my own
Where I feel most empowered to make myself well
On the lookout for pleasure and romping about
In a loving environment. I have no doubt
That whatever I’m feeling my soft tongue will tell
To the other so that it is thoroughly known.

I communicate harmony in all I do
And negotiate smoothly with those that I meet.
When I get invitations to sit and converse
I have much to impart. One does well to immerse
Oneself in the enjoyment of all that is sweet
About grooming with others whose motives are true.

It’s a cinch to be charming especially when
I have someone to care about and a good role
To play in my small world. There’s much I need not know.
If I spent my time searching, how then might I grow?
Human problems are by no means of my control.
If they were, global licking I would decree then.

A Dark Stew Simmering

Compulsive Ideation

Dark emotions at low heat are stirred with some care
As if slowly discerning chaos taking place
At the whim of the movement of one person’s arm.
If the stew is disgusting, to stir it with charm
Is as bad as observing it. Damn the disgrace
I incur while preparing a meal of despair.

Some times are best lived indoors where safe people are
From my errant behavior. It stays within bounds
That the self can control well without being mean.
But if I keep on cooking I’ll have much to clean.
It’s not meant for consumption – not even by hounds
Who are horridly human and grossly bizarre.

I can’t eat what I’m cooking. Attempts sometimes fail
Long before thoughts of hunger go stale in the mind.
Using fear and confusion to season the stew
Is a mad spark of genius. What more can I do
To expunge negativity of every kind
From the soul of the sick self and thus avoid jail?

Feeling closely at hunger is effort worthwhile.
Motives must be examined for how I behave
And the cause of my triggers are rightly revealed.
Miracles often happen. If I may be healed
Of the worst that exiles me what pain might I save?
The good chef becomes well by admitting denial.

Counterforces

Recursive Imbalance

Counteracting my efforts throughout a hard day
(As I would want to call it if not at my best)
Are the actions of others. So, in the spotlight
Is a fierce competition. Perhaps a good fight
Is appropriate simply because I’m not stressed.
Rather I’m motivated to see it my way.

Challenges in connection with all that I do
To maintain my existence I feel as sharp pain
Through the heart of my thinking. Can I see them as
Counterforces benevolent? My response has
All to do with my vision. The need to maintain
My true sense of belonging can hardly accrue.

At accomplishing goals that are lined in a row
I still knock them profusely like ducks at the fair.
This can be quite the campground of guarded delight.
Every being is doing what they think is right.
We would be not quite human if we didn’t care
About things worth our fighting for. Does it not show?

Tension amplifies character, when in the still
And the calm of the spirit, the moment is found
That brings balance to wisdom no matter its weight.
I am pissed, and I know it. This negative state
Need not be a directive. Nor should I expound
Any more in the issue. It is overkill.

General Disagreement

Mirroring Authority

On the negative side there’s so much to be seen.
It seems to be capacitive as in voltage –
The pressure, as attention to tension contrasts
The inverse of aggression. Obsessive broadcasts
Of inherent disease accented by pure rage
Is but one way to treat the heart, but it is mean.

One can get to the positive one of two ways:
Either back through the circuitry where the unseen
Works its way through connections we thought we had lost,
Or across the short space gap at risk of some cost
To the magnetic ego. But all becomes clean
In the spark of the spirit empowered to raise.

Is it also inductive? As blood currents flow
Through the bodily systems, emotions are stirred
But they’re ill due to trauma. The drama intake
Far exceeds rated amperage. Though the heartache
To be peaceful when something other is preferred
Is a small price to pay for the gift one should show.

Life is not without conflict and bad circuitry
Where all discrete components have gone to make room
For the next generation of plastic endowed
With proprietary coded thoughtware to crowd
The most vacant of space a cheap thing might assume.
The on/off switch is magic. So please disagree.

The Weight Of The World

The Pain of the Earth

Can she still know her beauty when all she can feel
Is remorse and a heaviness deep in her soul?
Or do I just imagine that she will get well
While in comfort within her digestion I dwell?
Am I that much of notice as part of her whole?
I must then look upon her as someone most real.

Should her constant and nagging weight issues be mine?
Am I part of her problems by what I don’t know
For whatever the reason? How did I evolve
To become an infection for her to resolve
To the best of her knowledge? What debt do I owe
For my earthly existence? And is there a fine?

I must hope not to harm her and feel, if I do,
Where it hurts her the deepest and park my soul there.
There can only come healing when one step I take
Toward my clutter’s upheaval. To be more awake
To her subtle vibration is something to share.
Every moment eternal is also brand new.

Frustrating are restrictions. We place them upon
What she does, and she laughs. We do entertain well.
As a talented stepchild I may earn my keep
Finding ways to amuse her. It’s not a far leap
From the word soup perversity wherein I dwell.
I shall pay off my debt long before I am gone.

The Trapped Child Within

A Fleeting Depression

There’s a child within each of us who never grows
To objective maturity. Youth must remain
As a polar reflection. Survival depends
On the health of both child and adult. And our friends
Are often therapeutic for sharing the pain
To elicit support. All this everyone knows.

I believe in self-discipline. As an adult
I must do some adjusting and put on an act
That conceals my pure innocence. Who am I then
But a set of instructions? Both women and men
Evolve toward self-awareness as evident fact.
But we don’t know each other. Behold the result.

Serious is the tone, and substantial issues
Surely fuel the frustration. Today’s will soon pass
‘Til the next shiny toy finds its way to my view.
There is much play that my child is willing to do
That my grownup façade makes me not a jackass.
This is just a reflection and meant to amuse.

Why Did God Make The Clear Man?

Confronting Clarity

Why Did God Make The Clear Man? Their thin see-through skin
Is a damned thing to deal with. Why can’t they wear paint?
We are better than they because we are opaque.
Hopelessly they’re transparent. That God would forsake
Such a group means that part of our species they ain’t!
Have I right to condemn them? And where to begin?

I need something to piss on or rag on about.
It relieves me from feeling that I’m incomplete.
If I point to another all focus drawn there
Will then help me to bypass my own deep despair
That my kind is at war with its baseless conceit.
Any rights they have coming we’re eager to flout.

If you happen to be clear and human do know
That you cannot take personally how we all
Handle fear while we’re human, unless it hits home.
Then it becomes a dark place where demons will roam.
So be clear if you want to. It may be our fall
If we can’t be one species then we should all go.

There can be but one image from which all are made.
Logic clearly must dictate that diversity
Is the integral framework in all that exists.
So the infinite drama of raising our fists
May be as it must happen and always shall be.
Is our moving beyond this forever delayed?

oSphere

Cosmic Interdependence

We are here to support her. That tough girl, oSphere,
Faces fierce opposition from others than us.

What we do is a good thing. As we move through space
We surround her with influence as our embrace.
It reflects our own drama. Her offspring discuss
Way too little of us. It’s the root of their fear.

She’s our loving kid sister. oSphere, like a ball,
Provides something to play with. Do kids treat her well?
We can see that her health suffers from child abuse
In reverse as they use us as their lame excuse.
But we act in accordance not with the same spell
But the one cast upon the behaviors of all.

We could say we’re all family, and it is true
That oSphere needs attention. We do what we can
By performing our drama to show her the ways
Energies interact with free will. You may raise
Your vibration despite drama. That was the plan
And still is through eternity. What will you do?

oSphere is your dear mother. We uncles and aunts
Of your sole local sol group just want you to know
That we’ll keep on performing. The show must go on
So that all of God’s children become sacred spawn
Through divine intervention. Regard our fine show
As our teaching. oSphere has not all that she wants.

The Daily Report

Much To Absorb

One who steps as he fetches is not a lame duck
Until cool aided followers come wide awake
To the fact that their leader is one quack away
From becoming a fine dinner served on a tray
For strong people of color and power who’ll take
Everything he may own. Am I in for good luck?

There are more germs on doorknobs than those at the end
Of the standard male organ. Keep Everything clean!
There are doors of all colors still out in the streets

Among those who have none nor that which one excretes.
And does anyone know the difference between
Virulent organisms and those that transcend?

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You and we here can tell you we’re under a spell.
But if you’re not a messenger you may be wise.

And the forecast tomorrow…? It’s gonna get dark
Just the same as today was. There may be a chance
Of some light shown upon us to give all relief.
That is why our profession may make our lives brief.
While engaged with the drama, a delicate dance
Demonstrates that it will be no walk in the park.

Inward Harmony

Balance Between Conscious and Subconscious

Do I need to go inward to then run it down?
Or does running it downward come from deep within?
I’m not that good at questions. They do mess me up.
If I think there are answers I need a checkup
From the neck up and further. I’ll take my chagrin
With a smirk of acceptance instead of a frown.

Life is truly harmonious in a pig’s eye
If that eye is within me and does me no harm.
I’m not without when within the depths of my soul.
Does it not mean I can’t behave like an asshole?
I’ll leave that to the poets. I’ll give them alarm
Not because they deserve it. It just gets me high.

But about going inward to seek harmony…
Some achieve it by nature. The old in and out
Is a tried and true method of reaching that goal
But if that’s not an option, you’re not a lost soul.
Going inward eliminates much of the doubt
That my life and its meaning were all meant to be.

A Fleeting Flamboyance

The Loftier Side

In the cluster Flamboya in deep cosmic space
Spins a pitiful planet. One does take delight
In the notion that negative will cancel out
Anything that is like it with but a loud shout
But the throat becomes raw there so it isn’t quite
The best place for the soft spoken fettered with grace

Often I pay a visit there simply to see
How the elegant beings there get through their days.
And at times I am told It’s no business of mine.
I must say, “Very well, then. Your silence is fine.”
There’s a reason for courtesy that’s not always

At my ready avail when I’m other than me.

When I get back to earth usually I’ll find
That I might not have been there but made a mistake.
I may live in both places perhaps through time share.
Maybe that’s why at times they are hard to compare
While I sleep do I travel, or when I’m awake?
That is part of the puzzle that plays with the mind.

Advancing That Notion

Tactful But Fearless

Can I make an impression with just a big smile
And a tiger of confidence caged in my soul?
I most certainly doubt that most people would see
Any point that I make in a way that suits me
Unless it’s made brute forcefully. It is my goal
To make sure that I’m listened to once in a while.

Now, I can be quite sociable when I’m at ease
With not much to impart to my circle of friends.
But when I get a notion that people should hear
They’d damned well better listen or I’ll show them fear.
Would one feel that I’m right seeing life through my lens?
I’m one hell of a bastard to try to appease!

Otherwise I am charming and soft like a dove.
Never mind that my bat I may keep by my side.
Just pretend it’s not there if you think that I’m cool.
If I’m not it makes no sense to then play your fool.
All I want is respect. This not about pride.
When housekeeping is done we may speak about love.

These Bowels

Entrails Exposed

These Bowels toil through the night just for you.
These times are hard enough to get through.
The onus on us is no urgent fuss.
You give us your trust, and we take it. We don’t fake it.

These Bowels Are Moving
These Bowels have seen a lot of waste
And they’re always gonna see another load when it comes from you.

These Bowels Are Moving
These Bowels have seen a lot of waste
And they’re always gonna see another load when it comes from you.

These Bowels Are Moving
These Bowels have seen a lot of waste
And they’re always gonna see another load when it comes from you.

These Bowels are working in support to your cause
This work we do with no thought to what was.
We do this for free. We hope you can see
That you’re worth it. Why not mirth it?

Heart Of The Prankster

Packaged Humor

With a mind for amusement conceived of the heart
And a fun loving spirit, The Prankster appears
To bring rip roaring laughter with ample surprise.
When we’re tickled from inside our spirits will rise.
It’s the job of The Prankster to mitigate fears.
None are fit but the joyful to play such a part.

Those with energy output more powerful than
That of most others have no way to keep it in.
As they peak in excitement, they want to spread fun
In discrete foolish packages smartly home spun.
Yet the trouble they instigate can’t be a sin
So they just get away with it because they can.

Put your faith in The Prankster and know that there’s hope
In the darkest of times when there’s nothing in sight
But mass death and calamity as its response
Instigated by pure greed and shy of nuance.
We have scum among leaders to deal with this plight.
While it’s on, don’t bend over if you drop your soap!