Boil 2 cups of rice, until tender

Put the 2 cups of rice in two different clear containers, or jars, with lids.

Label one container "bad" and one container "good"
Place in different rooms but same light and dark

You can just put them up and wait, or you can put a bad memory on bad rice and good memory on other rice.
Or just drawings of what you perceive to be bad or good.

Or you can just talk **** to the bad rice, and let out all your frustrations and resentments.
And tell the good rice all about the good things about that day.

Within 3 days you will have your results.

You have power to make things good, or cause it to mold and rot.

People are the same way. Your perception of someone can help or hurt them.

It is a mold in your mind created by AI.
Or a flower created by good thought and care.

check out my eye piece
I can see to galaxies that are free from pain
acceptance is my beast
I fail to see the fallacies that are mine to blame

within my earshot
whispers that translate to only shame
the ear that hears not
is deaf to the gesture of speaking in vain

check out my eye piece
it helps me see through the ones who are all the same
exception is my feast
I refuse to take up the ways that they feign

looking through re-processed posts
getting tired of these cyber ghosts
I ask myself, where is the humanity
it's selfies, game invites, and vanity

let's all revel in the duplicity
duplicate posts that lack authenticity
authentic thoughts fall to the simplicity
simple minds are guilty of complicity

a new origin of no originality
original thinking crushed by formality
formal rules lead to our commonality
common perspectives to lower our mentality

drama queen, drama queen
looking for attention
facebook is your movie screen
the place of your invention

drama queen, drama queen
hoping for some tension
facebook is your movie scene
the place for your dissension

the glass is half empty
my mind is too full
negativity is all that tempts me
with it's downward pull

with broken feathers
i fall from the sky
when it's always cloudy weather
hope is sure to die

once i was lost
broken and dying
now i can be found
fearlessly flying

I'm a saint of the vapor
that's my God-given nature
I'm only here for a season
with my heart, pen, and paper

We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
that love will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in

I walk alone
on the path of pathogens
I am far from home
I am never coming back again

another poem about a poet
another poem about a poem
another poem about poetry
i feel so much alone

finding depth in the shallows
by hiding under stones
dying without any oxygen
now i am drifting bones

another poem about a poet
another poem about a poem
another poem about poetry
i feel so far from home

(i promise that this will be my last poem about poetry, or a poetry site.)

hello it's me, FEAR, the word

I guess this is my suicide. I hope you sick animals are happy. You've been trying to get rid of me for a long time. Like you care! I saw the big stickers that say NO FEAR. FEAR, the feeling is my twin. He is really depressed and said no one even feels him anymore. He is surrounded by some close words, and a couple of feelings. We are both offing ourselves at midnight. I want you to know that you lost a good feeling today, and a word that matches it in stature...well i was meant to match it. We are both pissy about how you use us. Bums! I made "fear not evil" to tell you. Then of course it was changed to fear no evil...I can't take credit for that, it sounds like a caveman...fear no evil...fear no evil. ******! Anyhow, you lesser beings really will have no fear now! Bahaha. And if you do feel my brother's spirit slicing at you, don't come running to me. I'm not going to be used for some good time charlie that just throws me away and tries to hush. Oh he's had me. You've all had me! Times are good and you don't need old Fear then...or shall i say old Fears? So, you used to have nothing to fear but what itself?  Now you won't have him to feel, when you need him...and you will not have me to use either. You have nothing to fear...Do you know how big nothing is? Scared of the scare itself? Makes no **** sense! Hahaha. See ya stupid! I would ask you to give my regards to the other words, but you don't speak their language! NOT! Just kidding, but i am getting a name change. Refer to me and my dear brother as Acceptance, or the next time this is for real. We only did this for you and we are not trannies. We are just brothers who love and understand each other. Fear is not gay either. The ladies love them some Fear...and men love it when they run into their arms, after fear has it's way with them. OK...who am i fooling...fear is not a liar. My brother does get into men. It's the men who keep him as a ***** secret...I told my brother, he is just a bad feeling, but he used to control entire outcomes, and if he wasn't here adrenaline wouldn't know what to do without him. He really is the talented one...being so many things...takes a lot of imagination. I told him at least he ain't Happy. That is one messed up feeling right there. Happy is not stable, and when the change comes, it's never good. Even Anger stays true to himself...and if he does change it's for the better. Happy is one dizzy broad, if you know what I mean. So, for what once was, and what shall never be. I'm the same old FEAR, the word. A word can't be spooked by some half wit human. Words are something that you are far from...perfect. Keep trying window lickers. You could learn a thing or two from words you know. We don't flip and flop like humans. That is besides the homophones...mongrels. What a mixed up bunch of bad day at school they are. My brother is not a homophone! He is a feeling dum dum! I have no idea what a homophone is but my brother says it's not for talking on. He's a mess. He says that he knows that he is the reason why you're afraid of change and gays. So, just call him acceptance and try to feel him more under that name. I talked to the word Acceptance and she is hot! Anyhow, she loves being used! Feelings are all gay if you ask me. I just have one, and i deal. Well, maybe two if Acceptance is game. Ok OK i guess we're all a little freaky. Come on you dumb humans, and bring your feelers...oops feelings. Now watch how it's done when all us feelings and words accept each other...a few numbers joining too...come on 69! Enjoy the action. Hope you like black or white...or both! Haha. Keep on changing bro! I will still represent. The rest of you feelings stay you. Human? Use us all the right way. You choose us, we don't choose you! Keep wandering nimrods...We hope you find what it is you're looking for so you can lose it again. You know we've all been teaming up against you right? You're perfect, get the hell out of here. Word up

I am not one to treat a beast decent
but I've fed that demon as of recent
this creature eats my peaceful pieces
with hate increased, my whole decreases

Walking through the fields of red
where so many humans have bled
even though the ghost's have fled
they are alive inside my head

fields where our forefathers fought
for something that couldn't be bought
i wonder how many were just caught
in the same situation that history taught

so many soldiers died in that war
i wonder what they really died for
living and dying by the sword
in the fields where blood once poured

If I must die, let me die in the morning light
with the sunrise in my sight
let it be dawn for my final alight
I just want to fly tonight

Fine line between wrong and right
the line divides like day and night
no grey defined, black or white
a mind that's blind or finds the light

It's a fine line between wrong and right
the line divides like day and night
no grey defined, black or white
a mind that's blind or finds the light

it's a fine line between love and hate
someday it fades, then it's too late
maybe the way is decided by fate
some get to play and some always wait

I don't need you on my side
I can fight this world alone
take away all of my pride
I will still be flesh and bone

I don't need a loaded gun
I will use the song of birds
I will use rays of the sun
I will use my heartfelt words

I don't need you on my side
I can fight this world alone
when the blood and tears have dried
I will still be flesh and bone

I have styles that go for miles, but they cause frowns and don't cause smiles
i have files of rhymes in piles written on the floors and ceiling tiles
i have thoughts and i mean lots, i connect the dots at a million watts
you take *** shots, but if that's all you got, all i can say is your rhyme's not hot
it's the same old same, same old name, just another freeze frame in the game
your aim is pretty lame, the fame that never came, now so tame, a fizzling flame

i could go on for days, in so many ways, but it isn't going to faze a mind in a haze
i hope i shined my rays on a burnt out blaze, beaming through the greys of your played out daze

Fickle feelings fuel your mind
Leaving you in a state of confusion
Inside you find your heart is blind
Perpetuating another conclusion

Feelings change once again
Leaning toward a different selection
Ongoing turnabout without end
Perpetuating a loss of direction

it's hard to stay upbeat
when you're getting beat up
you don't worry about upkeep
when you can't keep up

I need something i can stand under
something I can understand
it's enough to put a man under
and i'm feeling under-manned

The mad professor of slapping the lesser
the bad aggressor, facts to beat the guesser
no more oppressor, killed by the successor
the glad possessor, words against suppressor

waiting for the dormant informant to storm it
debating when to swarm and transform it
it's hard to form a new form and perform it
you never conform it's cold and you warm it

the mad magician of having rhymers wishin
the new edition, hell bent on transmission
so much ambition, with no need for permission
the new munition, made for demolition

It's forty five degrees today
it's still the coldest day of the year
I just keep asking myself
what the hell am I doing here

the sun comes up and I lay down
I'd rather sleep the light away
I'd rather be by myself
on this foggy Christmas day

come with me, and we'll find shelter
let my arms protect your heart
we could spend all our days together
we could let the world depart

lead the way, and I will follow
a path that can help us heal
just give us a chance for tomorrow
to find out if love is real

come with me, to a place to ponder
future plans of heartfelt bliss
let our feelings only grow stronger
with every touch and every kiss

in this world we're living in
it's so easy giving in
it's harder to stand and fight
to try to do what is right

with love we could shine
a light from your heart to mine
we are all the same inside
let's let go of foolish pride

FORESIGHT

Gotta get up off the floor right, and do more right, we need to use our foresight -- we need to do more for bright, ignore spite, we got to face this chore right -- we better reach the core plight, before night, maybe we need to have more fight -- time to explore light, open the door knight, it's time to implore flight


HINDSIGHT

You have to get your mind right, no more blind sight, we need to use our hindsight-- we need to try to shine light, combined right, we got to face this bind right -- we better reach the declined flight, combined might, maybe we need to have a kind bite -- time to remind fright, open the find right, it's time to look behind sight

she crawls slowly through the mist
in the forest of demise
where the dark paths turn and twist
hidden from the open skies

where secret screams exist
going there would be unwise
the lips of pain are gently kissed
as another victim cries

if you find yourself in her midst
never look into her eyes
pretend she doesn't exist
don't be the next who dies

thinking back to my unloving crimes
back then i was lost, and i was blind

back then i never believed in never

i didn't see your light that shines
i missed the love, i missed the signs

i never knew our ties would sever

if i could hold you just two more times
once for my heart, and once for my mind

in that moment i would live forever

for the remainder of time everything seems useless
especially time

for the remainder of time everyone seems hollow
probably me

for the remainder, there will be two sides
with much division within each side!

for the remainder, everyone is a blogger

for the remainder, everyone is perfect


for the remainder of life, time is meaningless
ya see, life never ends

time ends

When men do it, they call them studs, but when women do it, they call them ******.

That's okay, a lot of men like ******, and some men marry them.

I call all the one's who do it, ******. It all depends on ratio, figures, and facts. Sometimes a ****** tells on itself.

I have called a stranger a ***** more than once. They shouldn't have opened their ***** mouth first.

Just being catty, because I can ladies! Read below and wish you were me!

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­I have experienced so much acceptance, writing freedom, and sordid *** since I came out of the closet, that I have faced my true self and gender guidelines. I am now a pre-op trans-******. Though I do not want to lose my *****, I have always felt like a **** and petite, yet sassy blonde woman. I also felt up a few, just to see how i'd feel in my right body. Wow! Though, it's hard for me since I am a 6'6" man, I get lost in the thought of the soft and **** me, that smells so good that I could lick myself. Whew. Anyhow, what I need is a ******...right above my man parts. Google is even letting me have a custom gender...I will reveal a cool word soon!  This is better than my life has ever been. Wish me luck my bros, but ladies first!

CLAIMER: If something so human is offensive, then that means there are things that YOU can't face. It also only hurts you to begrudge someone of any human freedoms. Dignity lies within one's self and not to be sought in another. Environment causes sickness and cancer, and usually in the one who creates the negative environment, and their kids.

I'm not that bad of a guy
at least no one can say I never tried
is there something wrong with my mind?
just because I cry when I watch Frankenstein?

I find myself walking around blind
sometimes I see them run and hide
"look out!" "he's not our kind!"
I feel their torches burning from behind

maybe I'm just ****** up inside
people ask me if somebody died
I tell them that's what I'm trying to find
the body of Frankenstein

Society put me together
with pieces of hearts and parts of brains
this dead flesh is not really me
the scars might heal, but pain remains



(Disassembled)

you can tear me limb from limb
rip apart my heart within
the fire is lit, even though it's dim
for your sins, I live again


(Reassembled)

build me with artistic hands
burn me with no passive brands
I am more than just a man
only darkness understands...


(Organs)

build me with more thought this time
give me the eyes of Nostradamus
the fist of Charles bukowski
give me the heart of Dylan thomas


(the monster is complete)

not a form to stand and admire
what's to admire lives inside
now too strong to burn with fire
it's alive! run and hide!


(It walks this earth)

for many years, man has hid
from what they do and what they did
this monster is all you get
you're the ones I have come to rid

Freda and Fred were laying in bed
Freda turned over and said;
"Fred, you have to be a better man"
"Fred are you listening?"
"do you understand?"

Fred said nothing, he just laid there
Freda said "Fred? don't you care?"
she just rambled and rambled on
she said "tomorrow, you'll find me gone"
"I won't be here when you awake"
"marrying you was a big mistake"
"look at me when I talk to you Fred!"
she turned Fred over, but Fred was dead

I can't believe all the lies I've bought
like, "the land of the free"
I know that an eagle can take to flight
what does that have to do with me?


Soon, I will be posting only on my poetry page.
Facebook.com/Garyspoetrypage or poetry for the human race. Please support my page. :)
I suggest for others to make their own pages also, and show your uniqueness. Thanks

if you're brainwashed you never know unless

they smacked you on the ***, so now you're their *****
you put a new spin on eating the rich
when every thought is the one that is nearest
and you're a government funded conspiracy theorist
it's a complex secret facebook friends investigation
turn on the tv set for politics of our beloved nation
digging deep until YOUR sponsor's commercial
quick snack get back role reversal

you've been saved
now you should save every penny
take them to heaven
god doesn't have any

oh so you're bribing a judge?
son, i'm just making a funny
thanks for the gesture
i CAN make my own money

i give you all money
some just choose not to spend it
it has endless credit
THEY limit and then end it

How can he be so cocky, fight like rocky
talking in morse code, like a walkie talkie
how can he be so cold, like an ice cube to hold
so bold like a robot that can't be controlled

how can he be so sarcastic, ******* spastic
no fantastic antics seen in plastic
won't bend and won't stretch like elastic
doing flips like a drastic gymnastic

possessed with true ability, like a runners agility
but no flexibility when it comes to futility
a never seen utility with no docility
showing capability, breaking through the fragility

they don't like you, I don't like you
I hate you too much to end this
I'd do things just to spite you
that's why you're on my friends list

She said we could be friends with benefits
I will take any benefit I can get
I love to feel myself inside her
the best benefit that i've seen yet

when I touch her, I feel alive
like life has just begun
I know that our love didn't survive
but this is still more than just having fun

a deeper feeling, it still exists
when I look deep into her eyes
and this aching still persists
I will love her until the day I die

i'm walking under darkness
i'm looking for a fight
old town knock em down and drag em out
drag em out into the light

a wanted poster bounty
i'm looking for a bail
you dress in dark and do your things
in the darkness i travail

blood money is life's blood
i just want it to flow
my people have been hungry too long
in their own dark below

i'm working for the beneath
it's blackness that i love
all this time walking on us
those under feet now rise above

These buildings are just a front
for darkened alleys and sewer rats
where the scavengers gather and hunt
with enough sense to hide from cats

shocked expressions on ***** bricks
pain written on a transient's face
dirt can be washed, but tragedy sticks
where we hide our own disgrace

his mind was stuck in an enclosure
the same thoughts were forever imposed
he did his best to regain his composure
that's when his reasoning froze

his heart was cold from exposure
forever, his tongue was opposed
he didn't know the way to closure
that door had already closed

The ones we love can hurt us worse than the ones we hate.

I really like this buzz
give me just one more puff
when I can't get enough
give me some of that other stuff

genuine article, no parts that aren't artist
marvel at the arsenal that startles the smartest
targetting farce barnacles, catharsis, my harness
i harvest the heartless like a shark on a carcass

when you go from low to low
how do you know when you're low again?
jump off the roof, to get back in the flow again
oh no, here we go again

seeds we sow blow away then grow again
we never know the seeds that we sow again
get up high, now get low again
i paid child support here come that ** again

can winds blow away?
to never blow again
wind creates the way
to have it's own go, again

oops

i am sorry

point that finger and confess
i can't digest or digress
we digest to find less?
pro and pre and method best

Trying to get to heaven in a Mercedes benz
going to dinner with your church going friends
in this fellowship the fun never ends
in this fellowship we play pretend

taking a tour bus to the pearly gates
singing songs about the heaven that waits
people starving at the highest rates
people living in dire straits

(meanwhile, back on earth
things keep getting worse and worse
while you think you live by the verse
this blessing is more like a curse)

do they really believe its god they will be seeing
when they don't care about another human being
cant you see their heart is bleeding
cant you see it's love their needing

We are sorry but the physical(campus) flat earth school is closed on account it was pushed over the edge of the Earth by 5 sasquatch(bigfeets, squatches, skunk apes), a wooly mammoth, and Mothman. We asked superman for help but he was in physics class on another planet.

Just read this and we will send your PHD. Congrats!




fill my feet with air
put me on a square
use our soles for patches
i think we make great matches

how's a compass work?
what's a compass for?
what's another dimension?
what's behind this door?

get me off this plain
toxify my brain
use our bones as easels
paint pictures of the weasels

how's a paintbrush work?
what's a canvas for?
what is inner descension?
who's inside that door?
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des·cen·sion
/dəˈsenSH(ə)n/
noun
1.
an act of moving downward, dropping, or falling.
"a smooth descension back down"
2.
a flock of woodpeckers.