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Unconditional Joy

The Essence of Bliss

The big bang of conditions began long ago
With all time, space, and matter. Our humanity
Takes it to the next level. We give them the chance
To control how we feel in every circumstance.
If conditions are good then it’s easy to be
In a state of pure joy. The reverse isn’t so.

But to have no control over how I’m feeling
Is to give away personal power freely
To outside circumstances. In living this way
It is my sense of who I am that I betray.
Things must be damned near perfect before I can be
Happier in this moment. Heartache that must bring.

Do not turn on the TV whatever you do.
It will bring you a tidal wave of conditions.
News networks search the planet for things that they know
Will frighten and upset you. Continuous flow,
Dramatized and with music, the shit cycle runs
People’s schedules and spirits. Most haven’t a clue.

One must form an opinion when taking life in.
It’s the way we are programmed. Our psyches digest
All conditions they’re given. Do give it a break
For to indulge it too much would be a mistake.
Take the guidance of what your own spirit knows best.
There’s no time like the present for you to begin.

The Regret To Inform

Empathic Dissonance

“We regret to inform you…” This chilling prefix
To the statement of horror no one wants to hear
Is the way to do business. Without empathy
Or compassion to offer, mechanically
Are these tidy words uttered. They do not endear
As the phrase, in its essence, most clearly depicts.

The Regret To Inform is the artform of choice
In a world much too busy investing in ways
To gain maximum value from each person sold.
Socializing through intercourse, active yet cold,
Makes the heart crave illusion as long as it pays.
There’s no need to consider the tone of one’s voice.

Governments and most businesses must operate
In a way that gets things done and out of their sight.
That means treating all people as though they were things
To be managed appropriately. What this brings
To the surface of consciousness cannot be right.
It does nothing but strengthen the need to frustrate.

Your ‘regret’ is not taken as kind and sincere,
And I pity your circumstance. Don’t inform me
Of your lack of humanity. Keep that within
Where it may once enlighten you. Then you’ll begin
The soul work on your enterprise. Ultimately,
 All regret has its basis in unresolved fear.

The Hannitary Napkin

Neuter Hygiene

When old men have their periods nothing is worse
Than to be not protected from uncontrolled flow.
The obese orange faced loser while on the golf course
Needs assurance that when it comes out with great force
There will be someone nearby unlike Morning Joe
Who will peddle the bullshit. I think it’s perverse.

Their relationship decades in blossoming mode
Is not one in compliance with anything good.
It’s not by definitions that words have meanings
But in how they are twisted to mean other things.
Multilayered is the fist-fucked fabric understood.
Too much of it seeps through, and to none is it owed.

Long before there was fox news, people just used rags
To absorb heavy leakage periodically.
Nowadays there are assholes who know how to suck
Like the best in the business. This arrogant schmuck
Is the ear-to-rump doctor for his majesty
With accent on the ‘jest’ as in funny freak flags.

Worthwhile and cost effective for neuter hygiene,
This fine Hannity product is just right for those
With weak minds ‘liberated’ to only believe
Those whose craft is in essence to cheat and deceive.
Bigotry is a virtue. Those who dare oppose
Risk the wrath of the fabric that just can’t come clean.

What Else Could Go Wrong?

Words Never To Be Spoken

Lapsing into the luxury of commenting
On downturns heir apparent and workplace remorse,
One can only become a cantankerous cuss.
The attraction time buffer I’ll take as a plus
I can use to make changes guided by the Source
With the widest perspective who knows everything.

I attract what comes, but there is no real delay.
If I stay ticked off long enough hell will brake loose
In a mean millisecond. “What else could go wrong?”
I shall never repeat. To the Source, it’s a song
That sings, “Bring me much what else…” This is self-abuse!
How can I expect goodness if I am this way?

Rather than listening to the negative news
And the gear shifting gossip… Before leaving home
I can focus the new day into how I feel –
Morning fresh and abundant. I’ll notice appeal
Where I had not expected. Freed from the syndrome
Of the ho-hum habitual, I may amuse.

Before manifestation of good things or bad,
The perception of time is the steering away
From the path that was chosen, then coming right back
To the track one was on but with some sense of lack.
Knowing Source is a process one learns day by day.
Benefits that are promised remain ironclad.

Signal To Noise

The Slice of Reception

Do I need much awareness of what’s taking place
In political atmospheres here and worldwide?
Oracles that are binary broadcast the news,
And unconscious receivers are destined to lose
Their objective capacity. Signals decide
What is real for the people whose minds they erase.

Technical is the ratio, “Signal To Noise.”
It describes the relationship between the two.
Spiritual also is the term, as it’s used
To compare all the good times to those that are bruised
By conflict and confusion. The thing I must do
Is be most well informed of my ultimate joys.

It’s a Frankenstein image. It breaks up in parts,
Then recycles the fragmented pieces once more
Into short lived cohesion, and at a bight rate
That bombards every pre-thought, thus sealing their fate
To the powerful Signal that none can ignore,
For to do so will show folks that they’ve lost their hearts.

I get perfect reception without a TV.
What I don’t know won’t hurt me. The noise in the air
Is more than any Signal can safely break through
To the deep rooted secrets that offer no clue
To the people broadcasted to. Social software
Engineered for mind programming isn’t for me.

Helpful Words

Want And Need In Balance

I feel like crying, “Mommy, what does it all mean?”
Am I quite the adult now? The child within me
Takes avail of defenses the best way it knows.
That’s why when I do worry how clearly it shows.
When alone I am able to rightfully see
That what’s newsworthy is bad for mental hygiene.

Why not try and be truthful, you news talking heads
With your minds in the pockets of those in control?
I’ll form my own opinions and get what’s to know
Or I won’t. If I don’t then good feelings may flow
To all people I know from the depths of my soul.
What does break the best nature like wildfire it spreads.

People seem empathetic and anxiously so
There’s too much information that makes lousy sense
To any kind of madness that I could conceive
Yet it takes but one sick one to firmly believe
Anything being sold simply because they’re dense.
What goes on below surfaces we’ll never know.

So some words may be helpful to give all some hope
That significant in the message must be truth
Even if it is nothing or something not known.
Why not try treating adults as if they were grown?
What may change for the better is up to our youth.
Tell us that you know nothing. With that we can cope.

Smoke Enema

TheMagicRealist.com

We still have breaking news. Like the passing of gas,
It gets people’s attention. It then turns them off.
A few years chasing smoke now. So, where’s the report?
Disappointed and let down, no call to cavort
Motivates me. Indeed, any news I will scoff.
Though their motives are noble, what truth can amass?

Was I expecting clarity? Blow me some more.
It does seem now that our nation is owned by czars.
I’m caught up in conspiracy due to the smoke.
Those who can see right through it know that it’s a joke
To a certain point, then seeing may produce scars
In the psyche. Is that something I can ignore?

Yes, I Can! Not a locked-legged man at the draw,
I am not that apparent an arch enemy
Amid truth reconfigured then pumped up the ass.
I stand with knees adjusted, as ‘this too shall pass’.
It will take time for smoke to clear. Then shall we see?
We’re a nation of antics. To Hell With The Law!