The clouds refused to allow
the sun to shine as bright
but love will always find a way through the darkest dreary night

Take my word
My poetic hand
I am much more spirit
No less human
And..
Don't believe those lies
you're telling me,
I have spoken your words
I've dreamt your dreams

Nothing can separates
The quantum hold
We are fractals
Of living souls
We are but dreamers
On different clouds
Shake me no more
I'm wide awake now..

It takes its sweet time to swell
but my rage is quickly quelled.

I love those stranger
and so I wave,
I greet the world
With smiling face!

I don't chose sides,
I strive for peace...
When it comes to human
I am but a beast.

In the substance of my dreams
I saturate
Dopamine drives my depth
I draw my dreams
From the subatomic plunks
The eternal fountain of rest

Cognition failure
The source of my imbalance
Loosens my fall to flight
I attempt to pull to the surface
With all my diminishing might

Here the puzzle pieces
Somehow seem to fit
Paralyzed but for rem
My waking body starts to twitch

I gasp and hold
As it quickly slips away
Random samples left in my mind
Only a couple pieces stay

We all have two beings in us.
First our earthly body comes with a lesser self but fortunately we have an eternal spirit that is our higher self.
We are connected to our lower self, that is really child minded and is easily addicted to all the things this world offers.
Our higher self wants to be right with god.
Our lower selves can cause us a lot of stress when we let it drive.
I know this to be a fact.
I was on Klonopin and drinking and blacked out, my higher self lost it's connection and so my lower self was driving.
That's the day I got shot.
I could not justify my actions that day because I wasn't there.
I'll never leave again or go back to sleep and forget that I am eternal.

What if we stripped away all the barriers that separate societies?
What if the whole earth became one people with dignity for all?

Are you thinking about what this would do to your money?
Ya that's the problem with our kind.
We're not really on the immigrants side.

Life is one big soul test.

Pardon these mind
racing thoughts
wandering about.

I'll attempt to reel them in.

This sometimes happens
to my poetry
every now and then.

A few more rhymes
and then I'll begin.

Begin a new day
shaking off the night.

My soul is still out there,
but here I'll set and write.

These wandering racing thoughts
of the early morning light.

I'm not willing to chance it,
casting judgements through my eyes.
I hold my observations
so as to keep my heart alive.
Sure,
I've been through hell and back,
as much as I could take.
Still I refuse to let hell take from me
the reason I escaped.

I won't condemn the blind,
nor the folly's of the meek.
Besides..
Casting judgement is an indication
that karma will repeat.

Home is where I started,
on my way is where I've been.
Now that I'm here I shudder,
to go back that way again.

Home is where you make it,
get there before dusk,
love it there awaiting,
with people that you trust.

Let it last forever,
the music that we make.
May we always be moving forward
on the roads we chose to take.

The only evil
that we need to fear
is not over there,
it's over here!

The agendas of fools
who abuse our flag.
The acceptance of military officers in drag.
Weak and weary is become our brigades,
under a leader who can't find his way off a stage.
Mumbling and stumbling
and going to war...
The lesser of two evils
all the way to the core.
There's no reason to be proud,
no not 🚫 anymore.

I need not identify to any gender
nor ethnic group to know myself.
I am exactly like you,
a spirit being having
a human experience.
Mostly invisible.

By the way...
It's good to be here with you.

You can't catch me sleeping,
I keep myself awake.
I balance myself
in this unstable world
with every breath I take.

With every evil deception
of the powers that seem to be,
I won't stop shining on
from sea to distant sea.
I won't stop loving my fellow beings
nor deny the Divine in everything I'm seeing.
Oh no..
You won't catch me sleeping!

What gender ties can creativity
possibly hold?
Aesthetics are of the wise, the weary and the bold.
The masculinity of my words have a feminine side.
I'd rather shoot straight then wobble in my minds eye.

So I no longer follow Hollywood's great endeavor,
I don't consider Oprah or Ellen in any matter clever.
Hooray for our side is lost on me,
my poetry has set my spirit free.

The mycelium network seems to be connected
to my corpus callosum
just beneath my cerebral cortex.
I lay naked on bare ground to recharge and revitalize!  
I am one with Gaia!

If they give me a bag of money,
I might be willing to participate.
Imagine..
Six digits for my soul!
I could live the life of royalty
and corrupt the kingdom more.

But instead I believe I'm
blessed to be poor...

(censored)
It don't matter if you chop the head off the beast, the head keeps growing back. Changing from blue to red now back to blue, evil is clearly on track.
Yet how many more heads do we need to chop, to **** the beast and make this stop?

No need to censor the sword,
it's simply a gift from the Lord!

You scraped me from your heart
and throw me in the dark.
Only so many life times remain.
But...
My love is real,
it can't be killed
in hatred
I could never sustain.
And so...
(The unfolding)
I shall not **** you back,
I release you from the darkness!
I have come to realize,
I am but a spirit in a human body,
identical to you, having a human experience.
May you be blessed!

My dear zombies,
being beyond contempt,
I merely pity you.
I've tried to revive you
from your slumbering grief.
Surely universal truth
would give you relief.
How bothersome the factors on which we depend.
I shall not hide my contentment
nor bridle my intent.

I no longer give my consent
nor do I agree,
to this world that we've created
in the hunger of our greed.

Shall you hold me accountable
For the weather too **** cold
The dying children suffering
And all the war torn souls

Shall you bow down to me
On broken stones of law
All those chosen by me
All others shall be lost

Shall you gather onto me
In humility as you cower
I shall surely comfort you
As the war machines devours
...
Please pray for world peace 🙏

Dear friends, I miss you all!

I am no longer online to be snagged by lure,
AI no longer has a spell on me.
Deep in nature is where I seek my cures,
off the grid I'm finally free.

.

(Romanticized not derogatory)

A bard is a poet
But not all poets are bards
I love to sing
And play my guitar

Dancing comes natural
Spinning on one toe
I take a gracious bow
Into a power pose

I’m more then the rest
My poetry’s the best
I recite the hero’s creed
I lead the chant
In a warrior stance
Into the violent streets

The news of the day
Rolls off of my tongue
Stanzas dressed to please
To the local tavern
The patrons run
To drink and brawl with me

Barmaids to breed
Sweet honey mead
The good life
Yes the good life indeed!
I make a loud toast
A salute to our host
Another round on me!

I know you are a seeker of both love and enter peace
but I also know the blindness of an over burdened beast.
Shackled to the motherland’s
home of the safe and free,
where closed mindedness
locks us into war and misery.

It’s moving ever faster now,
this reckless refusal til the end.
Still not a single choice is offered that stand a chance to win.

How on this did we agree?
We’ve been comfortably asleep in our greed.

We were but children when the programming set,
now unconscious slaves
on to our deaths.

I’ll never be on board
for any war
ever, ever again!

Those driven by hate have already lost!
Please seek peace at any cost….

When I'm out drinking
On these weekends
You're the thought
That gets me thinking
'Bout all the loving
I ant been making
So tell me darling
Are you taken?

Okay
Let us take a moment
And break this down
If you don't believe  
In global warming
By now
You're probably not
Going to come round

But perhaps
We could take a step back
To when pollution was indeed
A matter of fact
Such as
The black factory smoke
And runoff waste
That fills our water ways
Coal soot that fills our lungs and skies
Sewage that fills our bays

Poisonous smog
Settling over our industrial cities
Toxic chemicals giving birth
Have you no empathy nor pity
"As our"
Emissions are ever choking
Scorching the earth

Can we start over
Sure it's no big deal
Can we at least agree
That pollution is real?

How dare they should determine what come next?
Chaos agreed upon then pardoned when there nothing left.
Daily I retreat to my wisdom’s core, calmly deep in nature I can breathe once more.
In this matrix I feel less than complete, everyone I know seems fast asleep.
With eyes wide open I can hear our heart beat, I push forward in the beauty of finally flying free!

They take me a fool
because of my morals compass.
And still I fear their paths.
I don’t need to search any further to know the cosmic math!
I use to pretend that all was real, I’ve taken my spin on the karmic wheel.
Comfortably the wheel has slowed and now my heart beats strong with all I know.
With all I’ve learned but not enough, I gather my strength when life gets rough.
See through my eyes, open your mind, dig a little deeper in this spiritual rhyme..

At the biological level
We are made up of
58% microbiome
And 42% human tissue

At the quantum level
We are made up of
a hundred trillion cells
And each cells has
a hundred trillion atoms


Perhaps consciousness is the glue
That holds us together!

When I repost
an old poem
I feel like a con.
It easily trends
like when it begun.
Same poets read
Similar comments repeat
causing my creative force
to feel incomplete.
Lazily I write
uneasy I flow
I lost my only muse
and now my mojo!

I got things all wrong, I do confess. Propaganda lies until there no truth left.
Blame it on the imperialistic west. Fall in line you’ll pass their test.

Spirit creatures, fiery hells, even my own parents were blinded as well!
Manufacturing consent for foreign wars, our media led us straight to evil’s door.

Think God now I can clearly see,
hate and separation are a deadly disease!

MY DEAR POETESS


Before the Night
Placed the moon in your hair
The Sun it shined your beauty
Everywhere!
Into my words
Dividing the seas
Drawn by Nature's
Heart felt need's
The gift of Poetry
Set my soul free
..............

P.S. Come be with me....

My wall are covered with
Beautiful things
Dream catchers
Suns and planets
Loki and Zeus  
  The mark of Cain...
I love my
Statues of Buddha
Figures of Christ
Paintings of ships at sea
Guitars and amps
Keyboards and drums
  More than I could ever need...
Outside my windows
Lives the Trees
Sweet sounds
Of birds and bees
My aesthetic impairment
Has set me free
...........

It is a struggle
trying to spread this light.
Win or lose
I shall stand and fight.
Causation come
from the spirits realm,
to touch the sky
we often fail.
We can reach for limits
of human birth
or spread our wings
for all we’re worth.
I do the latter
with my heart on fire.
Cause I am the road
and not the tire.

An abundance of life
In a cycle of death
How much living
Could we have left?

An abundance of stars
Displayed in the sky
Endless pleasures
On a summer's night
Hear and see
Touch and feel
The reality of existence
Consume at will

An abundance of love
To plant in our graves
Pushing up daisies
I wish we could stay
......

Please don’t fall back to sleep,
I pray the gods this road to keep.
I travel on through a life of snow,
the heavens shines the moon aglow.
There beneath my weary aging feet
the crush of snow two foot deep.
A racing breath of frozen air
it’s so good to be
alive out here!

Being
high on a hill
don't make us divine.
Looking down
the spirit goes blind.
Say what you believe..
Believe what you see..
Until you come down
and set the clouds free!

I've seen so many Poets come and then they go. Who you really where
I guess I'll never know.

A thousand avatars penned to my soul. Tell me why do Poets
seem to fade from there roles?

Will you be here tomorrow or will you also fade…
Do you have anything left that I can feel you say?

Truth is
we’ll probably never get to know each other anyways...

Shall you hold me accountable
For the weather too **** cold
The dying children suffering
And all the war torn souls

Shall you bow down to me
On broken stones of law
All those chosen by me
All others shall be lost

Shall you gather onto me
In humility as you cower
I shall surely comfort you
As the war machines devours
...

What if I could believed
all those impossible stories,
all those brilliant miracles,
majestic in their glories!
The proverbs
you teach your children,
the comfort of your gift.
What if it were true
that destinies were some how fixed?

Where is this place
where truth is hidden
for only the chosen few?
The gathering of angels,
the conversion to a Jew?
Where are your invisible deities,
the miracles of their love?
If they’re real, then no big deal
they can stop the wars
from above…

Sea of gold,
trees of knowledge and life,
a ****** heart
becomes god's wife.
Bowing down
forever more
before the judgmental
blood stained floor.
Answering questions like
did you support the war.
I'm afraid you'll need
to convince me more...

It’s hard to hold on
to good health and spirit
when everyone around you
have thrown in the towel.
I reckon there was just too many
painful weary miles.

In this world of adrenal rush
eat drink but don’t be a lush.
Come up for air while you can.
Don’t wear out your only hand.

**** no one and hold to your course.
Don’t get caught up in
a state of remorse.

Live in the moment
not in the past.
Such a heavy burden
a victim has had..

I'll put no one into darkness
for their experience in living.
Not while I muster the strength
for my love to keep winning.

Finality has no place in our soul's,
for those who continue on
and steadily grow.

And what about the liars
Who whisper in our ears
Shadows in the corridors
Envy in their stare's
Evil eyes awatching
Wishing wicked things
I can feel them
Crawling across
The dirt of all our
Graves

Sweet eyes aglow
So kindly she smiles
My heart's been ridden
A million miles

In unison with time
The dust of day descends
Somewhere inside
We could all use a friend

In shadows of thought
Our psyche embraces
In the pulse of a smile
A glimpse of true faces

One last smile
Of pleasant farewell
So subtle the mind
As the heart is fulfilled...

I don't get along
with my own rage
mostly I disassociate
rather then engage

Still my rage is in here
looking for a breach
of all my multi intelligence
rage is the hardest to teach!

Let me take a moment
to navigate this maze
there's so much more to living
than some festering heated rage

No one need reminding
rage can be quite blinding
but I am not a complete slave
I will keep my rage
caged!
(and off your page)

In that time of our lives
When spirit seeks out truth
Let us not become the victims
Of our lazy minded youth

But rather be thorough
And do this on your own
Check behind each parable
Cleverly crafted, carved in stone

Beware the Old Wives Fables
Let the pictorial language paint
The kingdoms of the garden
Full of sinners, lacking saints

Cast out into the deserts
False believers would surely die
Yet it's more than superstition
Keeping us alive
...................

#contemplation

The universe is hierarchy all the way up! And dysfunction all the way down. No end nor beginning, all truths, no lies. Over and over we’re born, we die.
Imaginations pretend and creation set in. Love is stronger than wisdom and there for we’ll be back this way again…

My children got into a hateful fight, they tried to hurt eachother with all their might.
My heart was breaking as I broke them up.
Fist were flying in a loss of love..
Oh god I know now just how you feel and why going to war is against your will.

I was turned on by a Toaster, she tanned my bread to gold
In time she ejected me, it was her natural Toaster role...
I fell for her sister, a Deep Fryer in despair, my lust began to boil
I had to come up for some air...
I ran off with a Can Opener, she could even sharpen knives,
She opened up a can of *** whip, she could never be my wife!
I met a **** Freezer, but her heart was cold as ice, I was bitten by her frosty ways
Once bitten, never twice...
I made my way across the tile to an Oven quite unique
All her features were well displayed, on this EZ Baking Freak!
She cooked me on the surface, yet burnt me deep within
I guess my culinary skills were lacking in the end...
So now I date a Spatula safely from the heat
She flips a mean burger and french fries by the heap!
Truth is I'm a Poet
Who simply likes to eat!