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.

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…