"I give" says the quitter
As she throws the ball away
A sigh comes from the one who cares
Cuz there's nothing left to say...

On bleeds the ***** dancer
For she seeks the serpent's kiss
To wash away these stains of time
Held clenched within her fist...

A stone tossed in life's battle
Had drawn her innocent blood
Silenced by the alpha's roar
The game of push and shove...

And so comes the blind one
Who shall led her to her fall
Into that pit, it seems so fit
It's the one that no one saw...

Only then does it come so clear
Don't fear those sticks and stones
It's the lies that consume us
When our hearts start to roam...

Busy roads and traffic jams,
I travel the dirt highways,
I eliminate the EMF’s
I isolate the alpha waves..
I monitor the drama
by the static in the air,
unattached to any outcomes
yet I remain judgmentally aware.
My affiliation’s cannot blind me,
my role is to thrive.
Here in my paradise I’m truly alive!

Carful what you say about the Israeli’s.
Try not to comment on the criminality of their intent.
Twitter and Facebook have had it with free speech! So try not to pay attention if you’re easily angered by acts of supremacy, anger is not who I want to be. I’m proud that they suspended me!

I am not only on the best path for me, I am one with the path I on.
The inertia of my being is deeply ingrained in this quantum field. The particles of my atoms drive my hungry esoteric will.
My purpose and meaning never fades, I am one with the matrix, I am free in this cage.

No one can guide us through our own personal existential test. And so in the end, I’m the only hero I have left.
No one can control my desires, no one can see through my eyes.
Our anger tends to tell more truth, our kindness sometimes lies.
So..
Count on yourself to make the correct course changes.
Simply searching inward can get you through each and every life stage.

I stated aging backwards,
my hair is growing back.
My muscles are immaculate,
my ***** are tightly packed.
The wrinkles in my skin
all turning to brown fat.
And once again my libido knows,
it’s good company that I lack.
Running, jumping, lifting heavy weights.
Eating clean food, love that bitter taste!
I think I’ll live forever traveling through out time.
I’ll see you when you’re born again somewhere down the line.

Sometimes I neglect
To confess
But please know
I love you
With every last breath!
............

Mom can I borrow some $$

A. Yes
       B. Maybe
C. No
          D. Hell no!

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Change for the better comes hard for most of us so we go the easy and reckless ways we’ve been taught…
Processed to pleasure our favorite foods, no regulations and absolutely no safety rules..
Modified cornstarch, mono dextrin and sugar affects us like *******. Another snack, another drink, I like my toxins plain, indeed I spend my food stamps on Coca-Cola and sugary things!
Bushels and bushels of fruits fortified with fructose! Lactose is is making us fat, and now our hearts have extra plaque.
There’s nothing safe on the shelfs at our stores, smell those baked goods near the front door.
Thank goodness, we have insulin to remove the sugar from our blood… There’s no need to resist the seed oil sludge. Oh yes and secondary moments that last too long, waste no time trying to get strong. I’ll have another ******* and a box of those delicious Dingdongs!

He’s the devil and they’re in hell. The war has little soul left to sell. Starving, bombing, grinding them under, death camp of missiles and the heavy hand of thunder! No hope left and nothing new, the world just watches until it’s through.

If I had a lot of money
I’d be worried,
the US Treasury has lost it’s currency.
If I were rich I’d buy land,
a place to home my fellow human.
I’d support peace efforts over seas.
Ukraine and Israel’s would have a special hit list just for me!
If I had Elon or gates money
I’d buy our government
and fire them all
and find honest people to install.
If I had the worth of the top one percent, everyone would own and no one pay rent..
But until I hit big I’ll do all I can
even the poor can win in the end!

Like a fine automobile she runs beautifully,
flaunting a polished platinum exterior
and a freshly tune up engine.
Unfortunately
the junk in the trunk,
always rumble and thumps..
I often wondered what she’s is hauling and why she needs to dump.

I can hardly recall less than 90% of my life. Bits and dramatic pieces, death and traumatic strife. I remember the good time in a hazy fuzzy blur, I recall the way it felt when my wife was giving birth.
Yet I can’t actually recall all the years between,
between the time I was a pauper til the time I was the king.

Are such narratives abrasive
Such as the condition of our racists
Like our cops who fear black faces
Perhaps you find such dialog tasteless

Would you rather read of love
Higher powers from above
Blinded souls that now can see
Angelic intervention when we bleed

Are you afraid to know
Or uncomfortable
Surely you must have a care
The establishment
Has taken the power
While we were unaware...

I am forgivable
I am forgettable
It’s up to you
To just let it go!
Or hold on tight
As long as you can
But you should know
I don’t give a ****
It’s your life
It’s your heart
I never meant to tear it apart.
Still I will not remain in the hell
Of the victimhood
You’re trying to sell.

I am death
You **** with me
I’ll sentence you to life!
I’ll make you hold on
For all your might!
I’ll control your heart beat
As well as it’s break
Don’t **** with me
For goodness sake’s!

As of yet I haven’t received enough information to make an assessment on the ingrained craziness in this beautiful world.
It’s the continual attention to the chaos that distorts pure love.
So I close my eyes for just a moment and send a prayer out to the suffering universe.
Then I’m on my merry way!

I cannot be contained
in any social constructions..
Nor can I be indoctrinated into some imperialistic corruption.
I could never comply
with rulers that ignore our constitution nor with the unelected deep state’s evil solutions.

I’ll teach and preach ‘til I turn blue, my hands are tied, I’m counting on you!

Seriously!!
Feel free
Tell 'em these are your words
Read them out loud
Fear not the gathering crowds
My words know how
To logically survive
Come into my thoughts
All you really need to do
Is live my rhymes
Go now you'll blow their simple minds
Make 'em laugh and certainly cry
Perhaps even sing
Like I say
Share my words with your whole team
In the end
(my favorite part)
You'll sound just like me!

Of course heaven exist!
It’s everywhere we let it be.
It’s the energy of our love..
It’s the movement of our sea.

The programming of social ethnicity is ingrained in religion. It helps the child in making moral decisions. Amen!
Unfortunately it puts a cap on logic, it no longer fits those who are wise minded.
In order to break the mold and embrace new truths, one must overcome the brainwashing of youth.
New evidence must be integrated into our spiritual intelligence. Do not disassociate from the obvious truths before you.
There is comfort and truths in magic and mythology yet spiritual intelligence does not end there.

I often wonder if you actually exist,
are you real or simply a matrix glitch.
A fragment in my data stream,
a figment of some creative theme. Across the worlds beyond the seas,  the matrix offers all of these possibilities..
If you’re real how can it be proven?    Perhaps my imagination conjured what you’re doing,
where you are, where you’ve been,   I could have easily created you way down within..
So please let me know for sure,
that there’s more than AI’s out there..

Everything is the way
it’s supposed to be
at this junction of the game.
It feels as if you know this truth
somewhere in your brain.
There is no special quest
we’ve been set upon.
Love and hate will be here
long after we are gone.
Our song’s unsung are flowing
in the echoes of the memes
and so we live again
through our creativity.

Please accept my credentials
as I attempt to identify…
I know I have it somewhere,
my pristine societal ties..
Believe me when I assure you,
I genuinely cares.
Where ever this is headed,
I’m already there!

A poet is but a beacon
In a storm that will never cease
Anchored to this ocean
By a soul that’s can’t break free.

Time stalls when you’re in a hurry, take a **** and time gets blurry.
In the moment time flows free, there’s nowhere else that I’d rather be!
Worries come and anxieties flow, learn how to breathe and let things go..
Together we’ll stay healthy as our muscle’s grow!

I don’t get lonely, solitude is my best friend. I do like to visit every now and then.
I don’t behave the way I use to, just to be one of the gang.
I don’t need a “that a boy!” I’m no longer looking for my status quo of fame.
My old friends don’t understand me, something about me has changed.
I’m no longer interested in pretending we’re all at the same stage.

100,000 children starved to death in two months. We need to intervene in all genocides. Sudan is the Gaza you haven’t heard about.

Within the mirage, I had a fantasy, it was only a refraction of my imagination, not quite an illusion. I took another **** and sifted through the seeds of confusion.

I don’t judge people when they’re down for the count.
The wheel’s get spinning so fast, it causes a sudden karmic pounce! And life sweeps up the debris, every gram and every single ounce..

When I was in the Navy, I went on a nuclear submarine. At the time (1979) this was the greatest war machine on earth, armed with nukes of massive destruction. Unfortunately after 46 years my body still glows off and on..
Glad I didn’t go to Vietnam.

Have you heard about the great democratic power that’s ready to devour? Looming in every ocean and across every sea. Their military bases pepper the globe like a bad dermatologic disease.
Their basal ******* bow and pray, to the illusion of money made, made out of thin air, truth is, there ain’t no money there!
And their army’s are dwindling as a matter of fact, their societies have grown lazy, crazy and fat.. Not many warriors to fill the void. That’s why their war machine is just a ploy… A rue, an illusion through and through.

I make low inflammation choices.
At the dinner table and at the snack bar, I keep my back straight when I’m driving in cars. I stop drinking after a couple glasses of wine, I rarely breach my usual bed time.
Inflammation is waiting for me to leave my path, an ache in my guts, a pain in my ***.
Growing old takes a well laid plan. We are not gods, we are merely humans!

The appeal of unlimited information is an exciting treasure hunt. I eat politics for breakfast, quantum physics for lunch.

Life is only hard when you’re way to soft, I wasn’t put here to spend my leisure play golf.
I didn’t come here to bow down, quite the opposite, I’m on a quest for a crown.

We are responsible for what we become.. So wisen up or just stay dumb!

I can figure for the math that X controls.
I can see the quantum, I can read the code.
I will not scroll down any further like a wayward lost sheep.
Just so you can censor my every bleep!
I have no need to play the fearful angry games.
Love and laughter extinguishes all flames!
In my heart god remains..

Your beliefs have placed you in a particular position. Think about it!
That’s why my beliefs are open ended.
The intentions of this simulation puzzle me, still my portion of the matrix is full of purpose. I proceed with caution and enjoy the experience.

We face death every day
and we live.
When we finally die
perhaps that’s the gift.

The flowers grow wild
in my world.
She says they’re weeds
but she is but a girl.
I reckon she’ll have to come back this way, to learn how to break free of this maze..
Look at the time!
We have to go,
live out our poetry
with all we know.

Two bald headed men fighting over a comb, why can’t we leave these war mongering narratives alone?

So much energy is spent attempting to explain the nature of depression.
Anxiety and anger can negatively affect family members. The outcome is a dysfunctional relationship.
We can’t thrive tiptoeing around these problems.

The solution is simple.
You are what you eat. An intermittent fasting diet consisting of only meat, dairy and vegetables.
Long walks, leave your device behind.
I guarantee you, your depression will go away within weeks and never return, when you change your lifestyle.

We are but extensions of our higher selves, we are whole parts of the whole. The fractals of god expand throughout collective consciousness.
God is an eternal creation.

On this cold summer morning, I pull my extra cover over my hairless aging legs. The moon seems to be going through some strange end times faze.
I enjoy my coffee and dare to watch the dreadful world news, nothing seems to changes, we’re still being lied to.
Hidden bigotry in plain sight,
manufacturing a reason to strike.
When will the cold morning fade
into the restful sleep of yesterday’s
……….

You can pretend that there’s nothing out there barbarically wrong.
Listen to some music, perhaps your favourite song.
Dance in union with your tribal beat. Another lovely day, now back to sleep…
I would not suggest a road to take nor demand you hit the clergy breaks.
No, I am no fake..

I’m so busted I can’t be trusted,
I’ve been stealing from myself
just to get high.
All the karma I’ve been making
is barely enough to keep me alive.
My account is in the negative,
my credit is a peace of mind.
I need a loan,
I need to borrow,
I need to find myself a wife.

I feel as if I have a solid understanding.
But I know better.

No one can know god more than anybody else.
Source is limited by names.

As we experience life,
the soul gathers expectations.
Existence is simply an inspiration.
.
We are all in one accord
with what is and what will be.
And now it’s time to change
to a higher frequency..

It’s not that difficult to hide the patterns of evil within the chaos. Their confusion is intentional, the algorithms support their disinformation.
The mouthpieces of darkness echo the narratives of negativity to the masses. Then they feed on your anger!
Theirs is no us and them, there is only you in control of your existence.

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
...................

The last time China attack any country was back in 1979, when they were fighting Vietnam.
Meanwhile….
Here in the USA we find new enemies to attack regulary.
The newest enemy is over there, that country that no one knows where it is on the globe. Yep enemies!! We must bomb them so we can keep this game going.
We pretend everything fine and vote for our favourite political party.

I was once a Poet..

I use to posses the passion
Aesthetically fortified
Romantically conditioned
The nature of blue skies

Windows of raw emotions
Dark nights upon a stage
I have written about such shortcomings
Lovingly in my rage..

But I can’t help but panic
As they tear our world apart
The death of innocent folks
Screams that pierce my heart..

And that’s how peace activism becomes my only art…

In this reality
Her and I never met
In this verse my path
Bypassed that regret
Yet only to fall
For another one
Who'd break my heart
Before she's done
And on to another
Setting sun
  Of another multi
Universal conundrum
...

What were they really up to
P Diddy and those Hollywood fools?
Rich people with no scruples breaking taboo’s..
Epstein, CIA and the Mossad
the evil of our days..
Human trafficking
Human rights violations,
a genocide in play..

Controlled by ***** dark secrets
they give there consent for war.
Lining their bank accounts
with the blood of the helpless poor..