to express my pain
I must abstain
it’s a toxic masculinity thing!

to express an ounce of doubt
I can surely do without
The universe feeds
our hope and dreams

to clarify this read
I will express my only needs
food, water, and shelter
from the storm..

But for now I must contain
‘cause I’m sounding pretty lame
It’s time to share a beer
and leave you here
expressing all the secrets
of your heart.

Have you figure it out yet?
The blueprint of our souls
Are you happy
Are you healthy
Are you truly in control
Surely there’s a reason
Surely there’s a way
To embrace the sacred fountain
In this existential maze.

The war is actually within
We should leave it be
We could meditate
The entire universe
Into world peace

Don’t take my word for it
Give it a **** good try
Peace on earth is worth living
War is a but a lie…

The poetry was flowing
But not through his poem
It flowed through his eyes
On into her soul
His words they whispered
Tears down her tired cheeks
She bathed in his passion
   And his darkness she reaped...

Life is a rough ride,
I’ve never been broken but I’ve lived through hell several times.

If I could have a reset…
Where would I pop in?
What would I leave behind
but the wisdom of my sins..

No, I think I’ll keep them intact
in the here and now!
After all
there is nothing I lack
that hasn’t gone afoul.

As he threw the silver at their feet
He could taste his bitter wicked deed
It festered in his immortal soul
His beliefs became his greatest foe

Be careful what you believe
Your soul is always free!

I observe reality
Then I realize
My attention gets
Fragmented
Then
Paralyzed
From the implicit
Yet more then obvious
Genocide

World News
Stations
CNN
Clever Fox
Propaganda
Hides a lot
They back the burglars
Celebrate the thief’s
Manufacture consent
Without relief
Without regret
Same as MSNBC
Not a single moral left!

In the theater of souls,
I am a man!
But I think the thoughts
of a human.
I walk the eternal path
of spirituality,
Reflected in the light
of my reality.

I reached for the higher truth
as the old wives fables disintegrate
into the light of rational thinking.

Our light shines brighter
when we open our minds
and see through the darkness
we’ve been making.

I seen God
and then that’s all I could see!
Such fun he’s having indeed
Pretending that he’s suffering
Pretending that he’s poor
Pretending that he needs a state of peace and war
And so we rest upon our thrown
and dream until we turn to stone
……

I love pleasure
I can deal with pain
Freezing freaking snow
Sunshine after rain  

I’m not afraid to live
I’m not scared of death
I shall consume existence
Til’ there’s absolutely nothing left!

I’m not afraid of my shadow
As discussing as I’ve been
I can still embrace
My foolishness within!

They ascended
Left me
Earth bound
The world
Ended
Yet
I'm still
Around

Flesh
Eating
Monsters
Hunt
Where
I sleep
Still I own
This
Soul
That
You
Seek
...

I don’t love being wronged but my love still beats strong!
I don’t love to exercise
but I love being fit and alive!
I don’t love sour grapes,
but if they’re good for me
I’ll take a plate.
I don’t love death and Gore, and I surely don’t love war, But I do love a strangers smile, won’t you come and sit a while?

For some of us
abstractions
can flow too far apart
to gather together
Still we navigate
through poems caught
in stormy weather
Then there those
whose desires gets tossed
into a word salad
of creative thought
Pour on some dressing
romantically obscure
express your victim hood
your poetical fears!
Page after page
line after line
recording
the history of
the Poet kind!

Comprehension
is but a path to meaning..
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Why am I suffering?
Experience
is the path to understanding…
So embrace the pleasure
and the pain..
Stay strong my friends.

The mind fines rest
at the end of each poem..
So go ahead
let your imagination roam.
Guide your storms
through creative seas…
Write your anxieties
set your fears free!
Now rest in awareness
as deep silence sets in.
Stay free of distortions
til’ it’s time to pen again…

At this very moment
The past no longer exist
What ever happens in the future
My will will not resist

It’s not that I can’t remember
It’s just easier to forget
And leave the ghost behind me
And the shadows of regret
………

Three deadly ingredients
Plague the shelves of our stores
They leaves you wanting more and more

Three deadly broadcast companies
Edited in corporative deceit
Endless state propaganda in repeat

Congress demonizing good doers
Fighting to keep the status quo
This government has definitely
got to go!

Footsteps grow stronger
when you leave your path and wander.
Sedentary is a lump of dying flesh..
Take that walk, get some fresh air.
You can clear the mind out there!
Or you can set there on your device,
until there’s nothing left..

Numbness of reality
A meditative process
I rather not feel
All the sudden losses
The older I get
The clearer I see
The game is stacked
Exponentially

By the darkest night’s
Of our soul
We build these defenses
We are in accord
With a game of certain
Consequences

Good or bad
It’s a hell of a ride!
But if I can help it
I won’t let anybody die..

The detachment is necessary
In refusal of pain I rest
I cleverly disassociate
From everybody’s death’s

Don’t look for me at funerals
I’ve no need for grim reaper’s grief
I’ll stay out here in the forest
And I’ll remain forever green!

Let’s slow it down now
Let’s think about it first
We all possess the power
To maintain at our worst
Our bestest is only average
According to the algorithms
Crashing upon the shores
Of an artificial opinions..

If I were to attempt to communicate
in a language I seldom engage.
Beyond the thesaurus that my puny mind retains.
Who would interpret the hesitation of my contagious intellect.
Surely you would perceive
my thought patterns are not
conducive to the stimulus.
The Muse of college grammar
scarcely entertains.
The words of a true poet are developmentally ingrained!

Marijuana, caffeine,
a couple of beers…
It all adds up year after year!
The science is out for all to know,
sleep is important
the older you grow.
Deep sleep will clean
the **** from our brains..
Dream sleep will
keeps our heads in the game.
Snoring and coughing
helps sleep apnoea thrive.
Learn how to sleep and stay alive.

Oh invisible entity
My heart glows dear
Muse of my deepest darkness
Music in my excitable ear…

You took my weary
and weave it truth
You woke me from
a programmed youth

It’s never over
until it’s begun
I am the singer
You are my drum!

This peaceful existence
Outside of wars
Shall we live a thousand
Perhaps a million more!

Please respect the process
says the calm, entitled speaker…
We’re still investigating
our regime that’s growing weaker.
Don’t miss represent them.
They didn’t **** and **** them all,
that’s just the way they do it
in the Israeli prison stalls.

I steer clear of chaos,
I see ‘em everywhere,
it’s quite naturally normal
these drivers unaware…

The anticipation warns
the arrival of a pending storm.
The karmic wheel repeats..
Chaos is life’s biggest thief…

Something
must have gone astray..
Somehow
their bitter made them gray..

Their vibration is very low
the dark side of the matrix
has snagged their souls..

Do yourself a favor
don’t let them pull you in.
Steer clear of the chaos
and all the special drama
chaos lends..

This is my strength
It don't belong to anyone else
No one carried me through Hell
They simply placed me on a shelve

These are my veins
Sending life force to my fist
Those are my claw marks
Ripped from Heaven's List

This is my heart
My love weighs a ton
And it's stronger on it's own
When it's all said and done
...

Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke
Swirling boundless
To and fro

Out of the fire
A non-corporeal host

Stinging eyes
Burning nose
Cough me out
Or start to choke

Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke

Another cloud
Another soul
Into thin air
Watch me flow

Out the window
And down the road!

Surely I was
A wisp of smoke...

When you’re all knowing
You need not a thought
No eyes to stare
No feet to walk

While we’re still in this form
Limitations distort our paths
Seems we’re burdened by beliefs
Or victims of some god’s wrath

But I can assure you,
My heart will always shine
Keeping my goals in focus
With each and every rhyme..

We have always been and we will always be….
So if I can’t leave my mark upon the world this time..…
Next time around
will be good enough for me.

To master my reality
I give it my all
To be one with nature
I obey natural laws
To experience this life
Of such pleasures and pain
To run in this race
Where winning is vain
To live like a fool
So eternally wise
To be loved unconditionally
Beyond my demise
All of these things
I hold in my heart
Creatively shaping
My collection of art

After a large sample
of living
has been examined,
the conclusions
is a pattern of kind.
We are brilliantly aware
yet inadequately inclined.

I have met
several geniuses
in my travels..
it doesn’t take long for the psychological profile to unravel.

All the colleges and their
wonderful degrees.
And so easily life can knock us to our knees.

The poet’s shadow
is exposed
page after page
a ranting rave
of confronted truths
trending lies
our poetic shadow is our guide..

The opus of our secret love
desires dance beyond our dreams
where the shadow shines it’s lust
hear the victims victorious scream..

Fear not the shadow
embrace the bad we have done
and the bad we will do
to integrate our shadow
is to grow leap and bounds
when we finally break through
……..

These are the passages
of eternity
A translation beyond
right versus wrong
The questions of life
bear no relief
nor answer
While the raging heart
beats on...

Inherit the burden
of forgiveness
Your belonging
has tied your hands
Join your heart
to the universe
Heed the true call
of human.

I saw you in the distance
I know you saw me too
I turned my head and walked away
I think I'm turning blue
.....

I’m glad my hell is my hell
and I don’t have to live through your hell also…
On a positive note
may we all be blessed!

Love unspoken
Tends to waver
A few warm moments
A few special favors
Even as the good friend
Or the teacher's pet
Acceptance may be
All you get
So when and if
I decide to show it
Unspoken or not
   Now you know it...

The attacking bear is not evil,
he is merely hungry.
There is no such thing as evil!
Nope, just a lot of hungry demons out there, looking for a meal.
Don’t take it personally
and for god’s sake don’t assume
evil is after you.

I wrote my play in portions
and posted them in draft..
I’m only 62
a little over half…

The best part of life is living
Each moment fades into now
I will write forever after
I will return upon the clouds

I went searching for a meaning
Then my Poet took the stage
Now I’m staring in my encore
The best part of my play!

Please someone help.
If not there is little hope left..
Time is running out…
….

Is the fear of losing control
getting you down?
I can help,
a little poetic therapy and you’ll be good to go!
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Now back to your poetic issues
….

I recognise my ego nature
as I fall into
judgemental rage..
Still, I grasp a hold of my mind
allowing my higher self to take the stage.
Thoughts are clouds
they’re plagues, they’re thief’s,
of which
mindfulness is the only relief.

Worse than an American diet
stress will take its toll…
Better learn to meditate
before you get too old!

Are dreams meant
to be mastered?
I doubt such a plan..
Try and recall all the
dimensions we frequent in REM.

Bedrooms and hallways it’s always the same..
Uncomfortably lost
in an eternal maze…

An institution of collective dreamers, all trying to escape!
Then quickly forgetting
when we awake..

What is that voice that is not us,
Why are we hiding and gathering all this stuff?

Nature always has a plan
somewhere in the DNA
of being human..

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?

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.

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.