The attempted
Redemption began
The brooding
The shadows within

Words unspoken
Forever unsung
In to the abyss
Of all you have done

But the redemption
Never really takes
And after all the living
You forsake
The quest for redemption
   Was but a mere taste
Of the suffering
You caused!


Moving on now!

I try not to believe in things.
Instead, I observed things with no preconceived judgement.

I believe my truck could still be in the garage where I parked it.

I believe there’s a ghost of a chance that anyone can avoid betrayal.

I believe in the end it doesn’t even matter.

I believe when ignorance ends knowledge begins.

We are but perpetual donkey's chasing a carrot
on an invisible rod
suspended from our collar.
Oh how I love that mighty dollar.

In my pocket, in my bank
I love the way money stinks!
Credit unions deep in debt
I haven’t lost my bitcoin yet..

Invisible credit shall suffice
like you the bank robs me
most every night..
So....
Buy some silver, buy some gold,
buy some land before you fold..

The love of money
can be a hell of a load..

There’s no labor
When we’re in the zone
Every line is on its own
Every stanza polished and pure
What was it that drew us here

Some shadow driven desire
A dopamine rush if you please
Like a yogi in the moment
Like a dogs tail wagging free

From the masses we have risen
The quickening is quite satisfying
All the addictions we could have
And it’s poetry that we rely on.

The simplicity of rhymes
freely flows
through the readers mind.
As simplistic words unravel
in an array of poetic babble
we channel
the memes of our muses.

No forced word can capture,
no college can teach
the aesthetics of laughter,
the glamour of grief.

The essay of brilliance
awaits in the zone.
The Muse and the Master
in the hearts of gold.

The drones have made themselves known.
Who knows where they come from
who knows where they go?
This could be the end for all we know.
White blinking lights swarm the skys,
sporadic patterns, deep state lies.

It seems that we are accelerating into crazy.
But our leaders assures there is no threat.
(How would they know?)

P.s Where can I purchase one of these crafts?

I dreamed about love so real I cried
so beautiful and unattainable
and yet still I tried
I tried to hold on as long as I could
but my dreams are so often misunderstood

Their eyes may always look down on you
their hearts may never change
so warm yourself in solitude
a hearth of forgiving  flames.

A seed of type
  dormant within
10 to 20 years
can slip pass
again and again..

Still the seed is sprouting
in every part of life
I can see it in my children
I can feel it in my wife.

A bean stalk so grandeur
it stretches to the sky
I wouldn't let another 10 years
of good living pass me by.

If I attempted to expose
my many dysfunctions
with words that simply rhymed…

My heart would surely ache
as I committed to relate
the faults of my weary mind.

And so I stringently confess
between these lines
I have digressed.

And so I survive another day!

Dear Creative minds..
Imagine living in a moment
where there is no future
and no past,
only now!
You just got here.
And there for
the way you feel
in this moment
is your decision...

If we could see everything
from every point of view.
We would never have to say the words,
If we only knew....
Truth is we are so arrogantly wrong about so many things.
Jumping off those cliffs of faith as if we're somehow saints.

P.s
Seeing from every point of view
is good for me and is good for you.

Do I know crazy
I know him well
Too much time
In and out of hell

Even the strongest
Can't keep
The sky from falling
My motor's running
My mind keeps stalling

Here I am
If there’s anything you need
My heart is racing
My brokenness is in the lead

You are but a snowflake
Who's storm refuse to grow
I am but a bitter wind
Out in your freezing cold
....

Dark and cold
Day and night
Circadian crash
Cortisol spike

How do they hold on
Those cold weather beast
Out there in the elements
No turkey to feast

I hope you're basking in the sun
Counting your blessings
Up here in the north
The sun's been missing

I hope somehow you all enjoy a beautiful Thanksgiving.

Fragmented at best,
love in a mythical world.
The rational mind
can still save us all.

The story that you tell yourself,
is nothing more than a spell...
Spells can be broken.
The real you awaits,
the evolution of your soul.
Like a caterpillar the ego
must go.

Turn off the thoughts
the thinking is an overload.
We just arrived in this moment
no place to be, no burden in toll.
This is just the briefest pause
to take your power back...
Love will build your energy
take a deep breath and relax.

Know that we are creators,
fractals of the eternal source.
Now your words will flow and sing
without exerting force.

Works for me!

I have no fear,
I count no sins…
I know how I serve,
I know who I am..
I am not as fragile
as the body I’m in!

Today…
Anger swiftly passed me by,
******* flying high..
I nod and wave, have I nice day!!
I’m sending love your weary way!!

When “what have I done”  finally sets in.
You’ll never be on board
for any war again!

I'm not tied to any identity.
I am not lost in this dream.
I don't know and I don't care,
is the best remedy
when neo cons ring!

Be not trapped between
the great illusions.
Your fear will drive you
to righteous solutions.

Our spirit is above our gender.
Above the ethnicity our souls render.
A dream of type enslaves the mind,
a dream of fear and hate,
we must decline.

The spinning wheel of madness
is spinning out of control..
Believe the lies play your role.
Or..
Learn not to hate and your love will grow.
That's the only spiritual practice we really need to know.

Linski and Yahu
Standing at the gate
Gabriel asking them
Did you choose love or hate?

On the elevator ride down
The two laughed until they cried
Dancing in the fires
Of their xenophobic pride..

Did you make a monster out of yourself?
Perhaps it's time to put your politics
high upon a shelf.
In the end we're all the same
invisible spirits playing our games.

Empty your mind,
put your narrator on pause.
When's the last time you pet your dog?
Hugged your kids or called your ma?

We are all forgiven for being slobs!
Now don't be late for your second job.

Globally speaking
Corporate conglomerates
Existential threat
Chemtrails of graphene
Radically altered atmospheric chemistry
Highly toxic particles
Falling from a fragile sky
I suspect we're all gonna die..

Imagine the prison cell
a room of cement and metal.
Laying on the cement benches,
comfort is not an option.
Cold stainless steel toilets in the corner
privacy is against the rules..
Now wonder to yourself,
if you will ever see the light of day again.
The plasticity of your mind forms to the brutal environment.
The food is awful
but you eat it all and want more.
Your new companions are others who are psychologically impaired from this situation of damnations.

Learn to meditate, learn to swim,
learn to look deeper within.
Until here in the forest finally free
and there's no more fear of what shall be!

I’ve said it before
I’ve written a billion rhymes
And for all my effort,
I never earned a single dime

We have always been
and we will always be
And I shall gladly worship
sometimes you but always me!

Happily content I travel
Your cares I no longer suffer
I have no fear of nothingness
Pure wisdom is my buffer

Alone but not lonely
The world moves to **** fast
Bring it down to slow mow
Make this moment last

Greet me with your laughter
Trust me with your eyes
Let the time move pass us
On this wheel of life.

What if we don’t choose sides
of each political and social situation being presented in these end times?

Can we just witness these atrocities without reacting or allowing ourselves to be pulled into the drama?

How about a call to peace instead of revenge?

The experience of childhood is the richest gift life has to offer.
The gift every child on earth deserves served with a heart of gold.

Behold the behaviour instincts we willingly neglect.
To much negative energy
can choke a soul to death..
Inter the loop of suffering
let your anger flow…
Cloak yourself in righteousness
take your ball and go.

Or simply realise
life is but a dream.
And the alarm clock
is ringing
ding a ling a ling!

It didn’t look good
whatever it was,
a web of green goo
with a smidgen of ****!
That is…
The murderous regime
with genocidal lust..

Between us
Facing you
Reflecting
Onto me
Everything
You do…

Those were heated words spewed out in accordance with emotions.
Such are the energies we generate.
That is okay
cause now we’re in the moment.
Gather your thoughts and make amends, the Karma we receive is the energy we send.

If I could feed the world
my produce would be pure.
Not a pesticides nor herbicides,
no GMO’s to fear.

Regenerative soils
living biomes in the dirt!
Clean air and mineral water
for all our bodies worth!

Nutrients and proteins
keep our mitochondria thriving!
I would prohibit the junk food lobbyist and the pharmaceutical drive ins.

There would be no moral beast (no more obese) Americans bouncing across the hills.
So we wouldn’t need no Ozempic or dietician pills.

You’re invited to eat at my house
the only poison is my wine…
You’ll need no physician or Psychologist, if you eat here every time!

I have no religion
no story of miraculous feats.
I’ve no box to contain me
there’s nowhere I need to be!
My God is always happy.
My heaven is always free..
My love is my salvation…
What a blessing to be me!!

The memories, the loving,
the longing, the dread.
The ghost of me still lives in your head.
You see me, you shutter, you stutter turn red.
The ghost of me remains undead.

Alone with him.
There’s nothings left..
My ghost still haunt
your lovers nest…

The obsessions, the confessions,
the unlearn lessons.
Until my ghost is no longer pleasant..

it’s not me….

Ethnic hatred is below me.
There’s nowhere in this world you can travel that love is not alive and thriving!

I have no interest in gangs of propagandised thugs who never mention peace in their narratives.
Nor..
Finger pointing..
Gas lighting..
Lying politicians running every party that matters.

There’s no country, no society, no people on this earth that deserve to die.
I know better than to believe such lies!

These protagonists words describe
a worldview most people may not know. I do admit
I have a tendency of presenting new facts and serving them somewhat cold..
So even if for now you don’t believe, put it in the back of your mind and set it free..
Deep passion is quite luring
it gets the creative blood stirring.

If I believed, would I follow?
Ask no questions simply swallow…
A judgement off balance.
A darkening of sight..
A readiness to ****…
On some godly flight….

Did you believe?
Did you follow?
Drink the Kool-Aid
And quickly swallow?

I am not asleep
I am not afraid
I still believe in peace
While war’s on parade…

By the way
if your world is unstable
and you can’t afford to wait.
My heart goes out to those who meet the bottom of their fate.
I can’t pretend to understand the nature of such Folly!
But I’m sure somewhere demonic energy has got its fill of jolly’s..
Myself, I often wonder what will happen next.
This world has lost its cohesion and the spirits can barely connect.

I see it in your eyes, you want to **** them. But first you’d like to torture them for the atrocities that they have committed. Slowly tare them apart peace by peace. You’ve made yourself quite clear, I see..
Hell we all see your demons…

The Memes of the universe flood the quantum continuum.
All conscious beings are bathed in this reservoir of creative energy.
Subatomic particles of Poetry
encrypted in the nature of the creative being.
Here on the front pages of HP
we come to fruition.

Broken mothers
trying to heal
Broken Hearts
Broken wheels
Trying to turn
Back the clock
Broken mothers
Doctor Spock

All their debris
Clusters of past
Greedy addictions
Family out cast
Broken parts
Trying to heal
Broken mothers
Silence kills

I have a plan.
I haven’t made it yet
but I plan on making a plan.
So that’s the plan…

Military wise
We have the same capabilities
as we had in the 90’s..
But now it’s 2024
We cannot contend with BRIC’s  economically nor defend against their weapons.
Many of our senators want war anyways
It’s time to change our policy.

Lets pretend
There's no wars going on at this very moment
Hell let just write about beautiful things that make us happy
Those people hiding in foxholes and dugouts are not real
Ukrainian conscripts and dead Palestinians children...
All conspiracy theories, go back to dinner.
Why would we lose sleep?
Lets pretend and forget about being free.

Summer comes and messes lay
I’m getting old and I’m getting gray.
I think I’ll take my time and pick up this mess
then go do my chores
But first some rest …

Spiritual books
Systematic teachers
All are just roads
To be stuck upon
When it’s time to let go
You will know
The universe is calling you to grow!