I have fallen by the wayside
everything has went sideways
who is the one who plays guide
in this place where the guide plays

it looks like overall
this place is all over
we need an overhaul
we need a haul over

if someone tries to outshine
they put the shine out
we need a new outline
to let this line out...

this day is overcast
rainbows in shades of grey
sunshine, it never lasts
rain clouds always stay

thunder, it hurts my ears
lightning always strikes me twice
raindrops, they fall like tears
the wind is as cold as ice

If you have pain anywhere in your body, tell yourself it will go away, because it will. Thinking about the pain in any way prolongs it. Using ice packs or heat is no match to what your own effectors can do. They heal, and ice or heat just comforts for a short time, while keeping your mind on pain. Don't think twice about this. Know that you are just as powerful as any animal. They don't have ice or heat, or doctors, and they heal fast. We were blessed with a consciousness that can heal us faster than any living animal.

do you not have any thoughts or ideas?
besides how to stop someone else
besides the constant gripes and *******?

after all, i just met you playing billiards
you asked me how i made the cue ball do all that crazy stuff
that's what started this conversation

and now you say you're done conversatin'
it's conversing...ah...nevermind

sorry that i didn't want to discuss politics
or ****
or jesus
or your neighbor's wife
or ford trucks
or hunting
it's not that i think i am better than you
it's just that i have a different outlook now
think new, and discuss new things
not material
new things

after all, i just met you playing billiards
you asked me how i made the cue ball do all that crazy stuff

it's called english
how i made the cue ball do all that crazy stuff
it's called english...ah...nevermind

I have never been sophisticated
sophistication just never related
relative to everything i hated
hatred of the over-stated

i have never been materialistic
materialism isnt a characteristic
characterized by a mind that's realistic
realize i am not hedonistic

i never gave a **** about tradition
traditional is subject to my definition
defined by my own composition
composed of passion and ambition

I have never been sophisticated
sophistication just never related
relative to everything i hated
hatred of the over-stated

i have never been materialistic
materialism isnt a characteristic
characterized by a mind that's realistic
realize i am not hedonistic

i never gave a **** about tradition
traditional is subject to my definition
defined by my own composition
composed of passion and ambition

i have never been sophisticated
sophistication just never related
relative to everything i hated
hatred of the over-stated

i have never been materialistic
materialism isn't a characteristic
characterized by a mind that's realistic
realize, i am not hedonistic

i never gave a **** about tradition
traditional is subject to my definition
defined by my own composition
composed of passion and ambition

I have passed so many fails
on this path of broken trails
getting over each one
like walking on nails

i have really felt the burn
on this trail of no return
life under the gun
you live and you learn

i want to taste different fruit
on this path of no reputes
that's where i'll go
and spread out my roots

it's getting scarier by the HOUR
OUR world will never see PEACE
PIECE by piece we're overpowered
overpowering us as our fears increase

we sit idle as hatred BREWS
BRUISED by the war torn SCENE
SEEN as only pawns to lose
losing all of our hopes and dreams

i've been in the valley, i've been to the peak
i've been in the wind and been in the grime
i have learned that either place can be no safe retreat
from the peak it's so steep, from the valley it's a climb

i've been at the bottom, i've been to the top
i have been to both more than one time
i have learned that either place can be a treacherous spot
from the top it's a drop, from the bottom it's a climb

I don't have a lot to offer
just myself, and this stone
you could make the hard ice softer
I don't want to face this cold alone

people turn their backs
they can't handle emotion
they run with the packs
they can't handle devotion
they only want stacks
financial promotion
their names on the plaques
of outstanding notion

people turn their heads
toward their satisfaction
no tears are shed
struggle is a distraction
they look straight ahead
toward their transactions
they walk on the dead
to get to their attractions

We can be perfect. Maybe not by the imperfect standards of others. But they say nobody's perfect. They don't believe in perfection. They never watched a bird in flight, headed south. Perfect. A baby crying for food, perfect. Our consciousness can be perfect, if even for a minute. That means we can too. There are games that are impossible to be perfect at. Then there are parlor games such as pool, darts and bowling. You can be perfect at those sometimes, if you practice. The same goes with life. If we think we can't be perfect, then it is impossible. If we aspire to think perfect thoughts, then those thoughts aspire forever. Forever. I fail all the time, but it is my own fault, because I try things that are said to be impossible. Why not?

why do we fear rejection?
rejecting the chance for positive projection
projecting an image of our own detection
detected by the other's inspection

take a look at your own reflection
reflect on your eyes' connection
connect to the true perception
perceive yourself as perfection

(the rules for a quantum loop poem are that the last word in each line must be used in a different form, as the first word in the following line. It also must rhyme. It can be any length.)

I have never felt a love like this
I've never smelled a love like ****
I have brought my meaning up a bit
I've been cleaning up your ****

kennel love break your heart?
chained to a fence with no open part
trapped within my stupid walls
I'll be there when cupid calls

we keep them in cages
we want all of our friends to see
so we put them on stages
they should be out there running free

my friend on the table
won't stop scratching at the glass
I've chosen to disable
this animal's natural path

looking at this old photograph
a picture of smiles for you and me
i think about how you made me laugh
now, there's no smiles to see

images in my mind are different
almost like a clearer view
this photo is lacking pigment
since there is no me and you

he's such a sweet
such a sweet old man
he's a treat even though his feet smell like dead meat
an old ham

such a sweet old man
still ain't taking no **** wooden nickels!
his hands and creases smell like really dill pickles...

or pickle juice, as he says, because pickles make their own juice
i swear he thinks cucumbers are made from pickles
i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting

a place where you don't have to buy pickles to get good pickle juice

such a sweet old man
10 dead animals living with him, if you include his wife, and the 3 dead rats in the traps
the other dead animals didn't matter anyhow...
they were all HER pets, just as he once was her pet

he's also going to die soon
and not matter

it doesn't bother the sweet old man one bit though
what bothers him is losing his pickle juicer when his wife died
he was sure he put it the root cellar...
on the 17th floor
of the hospital he lives in now

i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting
such a sweet old man deserves heaven
the magnitude of the real pickle juice alone, that was better than pickle juice from the old days

when pickles were pure and pickle juice didn't have vinegar!

made that sweet old man's eyes light up and his heart flutter
he giggled, then he died so gently

such a sweet old man
dying gently

such a sweet old man
never did take no **** wooden nickels!
old ham
life never hurt him and death gently tickles

i guess i'm just a "bird of pray"
they call me the pigeon toed hawk
i've never found a nest to stay
I can fly, but i can barely walk

I did my best to make you smile
I even put my heart on the line
I was willing to go the mile
I never mentioned the scars of mine

now I know, it's all about you
my feelings don't exist
even though my heart is true
the blood I give is always missed

Even if we weren't dealt the best hand
we still have a chance to play
we have to choose to ante up
let the cards fall where they may

sometimes the deck is stacked against us
we can bluff or we can fold
we have to keep a poker face
even when the game gets old

when down on your chips, you go all in
do your best, win, lose, or draw
take a gamble and raise the ***
play, before the last cards fall

if i'm your only inspiration
boy, you have it wrong
it shows that your mind is weak
your writing isn't strong

is this some kind of infatuation?
or your way to prolong?
put away your violin
i already heard that song

When you were a child you liked to play
That is Godly

Remember when they told you to go play?
You didn't always want to play

You wouldn't stop carrying on and wallowing around
When they whipped you or sent you to your room

You played
God returns

Proof?
It sure wasn't the devil guiding you.
They were busy telling you what to do, and whipping you for not playing

Boom

Please don't cancel my culture
it's all I have got
it wasn't my choice to be born now
to be born here

sometimes I wish I had been born in another time
in another place
Some of those places are just history now
and not clear history

another time is history

history is hindsight, and without hindsight

we lose foresight

Please help me spread the word. This polar shift is really about to get bad. Human kind may not survive. The wobbling,  earthquakes, meteors and flooding is going to be so violent that it might split this earth. The ice shelf is already falling into warmer water and layers of our atmosphere are gone. There will be so many tornadoes and lightning storms that you won't survive in a home or building. If you want to survive, you better go under ground, in higher elevations of hills and mountains. The oceans will flood the USA 200 miles into land. There will be a billion dead bodies floating and on land. This will be getting bad around February 4th or so, when planet 9 makes an appearance beside the sun. The push and pull will make this planet wobble so bad, that there will be waves 50 feet high in places 200 miles from shore. Rivers will rise to three times higher flood levels than their highest flood levels ever. Wild animals will be attacking people. Look at the clouds near you and they have a purple tint. That's energy and gases that will turn to fire, possibly. Please....help the innocent ones.  There will be no water for to drink, and not much food. It is like the US government is not going to help, and will probably be killing. This whole storm will last thousands of years. This is not a joke. I have worked with energy fields since I was a kid, and was amazed by magnets and electricity and I used to help my step father work on tube radios and televisions. I also used to manipulate a giant satellite dish and I would watch NASA stuff up in Ohio, in the 80s. I watched polar shifts happen and it can turn a planet into a gas planet, and possibly a black hole. I have no doubt that it will happen, and it is speeding up now. The pole shift is slow at first, then it speeds up. Then the planet will abruptly stop. I don't even know what advice to give, because no one will have control besides the rich and the violent. We won't even see the same, as our eyes will be switched to different frequency. This is going to be pure terror. I hope that you survive. I don't like poetry reading, but I know that some of you are a lot like me. We feel things differently. I will post some links to some videos that will tell the safest places. The guy really seems like he knows what he is talking about, and he knows more than I do. Please, shelter the innocent from the death and mayhem.

In the case of EMP, anything electrical will not work. Cars, phones, homes...guns will not fire. The worst part? Our nervous system and everything else in us depends on the signal from our brains, which is electric. Our immune systems won't work, and disease will take over fast, inside of those who don't believe in wellness. What's worse is that a lot of people will be doing very evil things, because our decisions count on those 10,000 signals per second. Please, clear your subconscious mind and know that your biology is your belief, and that our bodies can either manufacture illness, or keep you well. No disease or cancer are a match for billions of cells that are mini versions of you, and have their own systems like yours. Each cell is more powerful that a germ,but they have to be trained and know how to protect you without that signal. We are not born to be sick. I am living proof. Dr Khan said I'd die if I stopped taking my heart meds. It's been two years and I am in the best shape of my life.

eagle of the fleeting glimpse
i lone to fly on your wings
too feeble in the bleeding sense
the songbird of leaving sings

a fledgling falls from the nest
fly or die, the father screams
the feathers flail, at their best
plumes of the future dreams

Welcome to poetfreak manor
everyone's welcomed here
as long as you never speak
about your anger or fear

please keep down the noise
we like it nice and quiet
please do not speak too loud
you just might cause a riot

we like to talk about flowers
or talk about the lord
we don't care if you're different
we don't care if you're bored

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Welc­ome to our poet's humble haven
you may hang your hat on the door
but first, is your soul worth savin?
first, what exactly are you here for?

we are intolerant to other's belief
we bow to only one holy grace
likewise thinkers are such a relief
anything else is way off base

please join us in our holy crusade
and do not show an individual voice
your opinion is far out-weighed
this is our site, this is our choice

This is a series i am doing about people at a tiny site, that sit there and condemn others all day long. Since i am an activist, i am trying to change it. I am not talking about all religious people, just the bad ones as i see them. After all, couldn't a non-christian see them more clearly than they see themselves?

A maniac is inside our gates
putting more words to eat on our plates
vandal of what we hold so dear
who the hell let him in here

i would put my house up for sale
but i refuse to let reality prevail
i surround myself with words of peace
with the neighbor, who's house is on lease

a new resident is on our block
it's time to change and re-key the lock
we need to keep the others out
they're not about what we're about

this one hates that one, and that one hates this one
not as much poets, more like trifling fools
it's all about the *** your kissing
didn't you take time to read the rules?

I could win every poetry award
a conformity that I cannot afford
it might be ok for those who are bored
as for me, its not important to be adored

maybe I just belong in a ward
I dont respect any poetry board
time to score that umbilical cord
as for me, I'll just go on being ignored

I could win every poetry award
a conformity that I cannot afford
it might be ok for those who are bored
as for me, its not important to be adored

maybe I just belong in a ward
I dont respect any poetry board
time to score that umbilical cord
as for me, I'll just go on being ignored

It looks like this piece doesn't fit
fool it, force it to call it quits
weaken worse words with our wit
lashing out at the fire licks we lit

guard the ghost of glitter and gleam
drill it, draping the drastic dream
soldier seems so out of scheme
unsealed structure ******* steam

let lowlifes linger on the lines
mark it, make it meet our minds
**** the crawler, keep our kinds
because its better behind our blinds

can you you really make me think?
can you help with the thoughts I can't find?
can you tell me I am not alone on the brink?
that would be poetry to my mind

can you show me a new way to be?
can you make me forget what I despise?
can you show a better me?
that would be poetry to my eyes

can you whisper me a sweeter song?
can you tell me I'm not alone in my fears?
can you help me get past all the wrong?
that would be poetry to my ears

Life imitates art... and electronics?

Everything depends on the plus and the minus. The positive and the negative. Including heaven and hell. Don't get it wrong either. Being positive isn't saying "let it go, it will be fine" it is saying "no, it has to be this way"! It is thought to be cruel to tell someone they are doing something wrong. But is it cruel for a cop to harass someone who is cooking burgers outside? I don't really think so, but it is WRONG. You stand in that negativity protected by a union of black wires, Blue wires. I am the positive red wire that they try to call negative. I choose to be the white, neutral wire, but they say ******* is wrong, and make it a race issue. I scream, "*******"! They say no, so I go back to being the red wire. They say that is wrong, but I still choose my own power. So, are you the red or the blue? We depend on each other, even with opposing polarity. You can't be red, white and blue...it is impossible.

(electronics have a red and a black wire for positive and negative. It used to be a red and a blue wire...and a white wire that is represented by an N.)

everything has a polar opposite...hating what you love, loving what you hate...i have a lot to learn about energies, but somehow i truly believe that it takes both and there's some positive and negative that can come together and create a charge...my computer and physics studies go right along with this...i have been working on computers, tablets, tv's a long time also...plus religious books i look into...would you like to help the world while amazing yourself and drop the weight of burdens? please study into this and spread your word

Example - the north and south pole...one is thin ice over water and one is thick ice over land...looking at the wildlife in comparison is cute and fun!

The Energy Exchange...we need your energy and you need ours to be strong

You can't fight the government. They win, by just not showing up. Then who are you at war with?

That **** blows my head off. Sink it in.

Holding on to anger as if it were gold
even the most precious metals are cold
with no value, my soul has been sold
payments come in, as I grow old

firing anger like a silver bullet
when given a trigger, I always pull it
metal headed straight for the gullet
like hot lead, with no way to cool it

he held up a dead coyote
like he had just won first prize
smiling from ear to ear
a look of pride in his eyes

the caption said "predator control"
which brought a question to my mind
if we call survival being a predator
then what do we call our kind?

he held up a dead coyote
like he had just won first prize
smiling from ear to ear
a look of pride in his eyes

the caption said "predator control"
which brought a question to my mind
if we call survival being a predator
then what do we call our kind?

Who do you think you're ******* with
do you think you can break my will
I have friends on the lower east side
all they do is ****

just why do you want to **** with me
do you think you can make me cry
I know people who will **** for pride
do you want to die

Sleeping dogs are kicked
just to hear them bark
we stare at the sun
and stay in the dark

the dead men tell tales
and we make our horses drink
a rolling stone gathers moss
and **** doesn't stink

we are better sorry than safe
the sword is mightier than the pen
practice never makes perfect
it's all just pretend

two wrongs make a right
never is better than late
we don't see our own sight
we are what we hate

we look gift horses in the mouth
while birds of a feather peck each others eyes out

Sleeping dogs are kicked
just to hear them bark
we stare at the sun
and stay in the dark

the dead men tell tales
and we make our horses drink
a rolling stone gathers moss
and **** doesn't stink

we are better sorry than safe
the sword is mightier than the pen
practice never makes perfect
it's all just pretend

two wrongs make a right
never is better than late
we don't see our own sight
we are what we hate

we look gift horses in the mouth
while birds of a feather peck each others eyes out

my plan is to understand from here to hereafter
i stand behind the hand of man's only master
tragic is the plan of the last final chapter
who is the one who can, the answer or the asker?

ignoring the facts is the path to man's disaster
i'm trapped on the math of happily ever after
the fastest to act is the one who dies faster
he who laughs last is he who plans the laughter