Maybe this or maybe that
Maybe’s never where It’s at.
Maybe soon or maybe late
Maybe sometime would be great.
Maybe when or maybe then
Maybe I will never win.
Maybe so or maybe not
Maybe seems like all I’ve got.
Maybe gone or maybe here
Maybe something that I fear.
Maybe found or maybe lost
Maybe has too great a cost.
Maybe not or maybe so,
Maybe I will never know.
Maybe life or maybe death
Maybe after my last breath.
Maybe peace or maybe hell
Maybe won’t be there to tell.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Some biased men might listen well
To what some wise men have to tell.
But secretly the tales are changed
As concepts are all rearranged.
Translations get so out of hand
Confined to what they understand.
The listeners will make it fit
As they alter it quite a bit.
All that such people can perceive
Must mesh with what they now believe.
It confirms the advice divine,
Don’t cast the pearls before the swine.
It does not mean you should not cast,
But look for those among the vast.
Remember there is still the few
Who love the pearls as much as you.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
Give me a long time to waste.
Give me a long time to think.
Give me some good food to taste.
Give me some good beer to drink.
Give me some good **** to smoke.
Give me a lady to squeeze.
Give me a good ***** joke.
Give me it all if you please.
Give me a hot car to drive.
Give me some good drugs to take.
I'm feeling like I'm alive.
I hope this is no mistake.
Give me the ability
To see my True Self anew.
I ask this most sincerely,
For asking is all I do.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
The volcano began to spout
And the natives began to shout,
"Throw a ****** in
To stop it again."
(And we won't lose a girl who puts out.)
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
In illusion my thoughts abide
If from my True Self I do hide.
And all the things I've ever tried
Have never really satisfied.
I want to know why I was made
And why do good things always fade?
How far from Truth's path have I strayed
And to What have I often prayed?
What lessons have I still not faced?
On what thoughts are my sorrows based?
To what end do I make such haste?
Why on this earth have I been placed?
Truth always has the brightest rays
But ego shades with dreamy haze.
I want to make it through life's maze.
What is it that sees all the ways?
The answer must be something more
Than anything I've known before.
How do I open up that door
Between the silence and the roar?
Be still and see that all things clear.
All that I think is what I fear.
Each present moment is so dear.
I love what Life teaches me here.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
For pity's sake
Give me a break
I can still fake
Being awake
What can I take
Things I can't shake
I've had my fill
I will just chill
Get a new thrill
Okay I will
Can't pay the bill
Here I am still
Playing the game
Living my name
Nothing too tame
Feeling no shame
Placing no blame
This is what came
Part of the play
Hear what I say
Or go away
No, you can stay
At least today
Things are okay
Connect this dot
Less cold seems hot
"We'll see" means not
Nothing I've got
Matters a lot
I've lost the plot
I cannot feel
This is all real
Need a new deal
Turns of the wheel
Layers to peel
Harder than steel
Changing the view
What can one do
Play peek-a-boo
With that called you
Now's always new
I think I'm through
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Oneness writes the "play" of Life;
Every script, every role, every line.
Oneness is the producer.
All costumes are its design.
All stages are built by Oneness,
The props and the intricate sets.
Oneness does all of the casting
For the "roles" that Consciousness gets.
Oneness is all of the actors
And That which is "viewing" the show.
Oneness is both, knowledge of Truth
And That which pretends not to know.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Just go away is what I say
To you right now and everyday.
I know you only want the best,
But just for you and not the rest.
Oh ego can't you stop and see
You're no part of Reality.
No matter how real my life dream may seem,
The only truth is that it's a real dream.
The scariest part that you might find true
Is what's so for me, is also for you.
What's Real dreams the life, ego calls its own.
Ego's a short term Reality loan.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
If only I'd taken more drugs in my youth,
Maybe social fibs would seem less like truth.
I might care less about things that I've got
If only I'd smoked just a little more ***
Would my mental state cease being tested
If only more mushrooms had been ingested?
My ego now might not be so finely honed
If only I'd spent a lot more time ******
This world might not seem so sorry today
If I'd spent more time just blazing away.
I dislike the world with commercial lies,
If only my drugs had been super-sized.
Don't break the law because that can be tough,
But it you do drugs, then please take enough.
Don't want your concepts to be exploded,
But you can't know straight without knowing loaded.
Cultural values might seem less uncouth,
If only I'd taken more drugs in my youth.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
All that is present, at least what we see,
Is just a small part of infinity.
We live out our lives like scenes in a play,
But the audience too has lines to say.
If others determine what you will do,
Then you aren't in charge of what you call "you".
It is all one show, though massive it's true,
But all of it's made by them, me and you.
What are you thinking of the very most?
For you that subject is your Holy Ghost.
Focus your energy on what you choose,
But love all the light, not just certain hues.
Quiet your mind so you can clearly hear.
What you're afraid of is losing your fear.
Pretend what you will and live as you feel,
Yet ask to be shown what is truly Real.
Your needs alone determine your task.
The answer is in the questions you ask.
We are all One or we would not be here.
The Truth is within, not far but so near.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC