Inappropriateness
Well some insist
The cures of a Poet
The blessing of his gift
My body well normal
My mind evolved
There is no problem
A Poet can't solve

I inter the store
Smile on my lips
A big interruption
But I always insist
Excuse me I say
In an inquiring growl
Do you sell stuff here!?
As the crowd turns around

I'm never lost for words
I'm a poetic clown
Being a Poet lifts me up
When I'm down!

I’ve been there.
You can’t hide your
addiction from me.

Such a familiar behaviour
the stain on our soul,
a preoccupation
that’s killing us slow.

Another cigarette,
a bottle of poisonous joy.
A world full of stimulation
that will leaves us devoid.

Chips and ice cream
cookies and soda pop,
Why doesn’t it ever occurs to
us to just stop!

*******, ****** especially fentanyl?
They’ll keep your back
up against a wall,
on the floor, in a hole
be the Phoenix, not the mole.

Benzodiazepines and barbiturates
prescription from the doctor
that keep us sick..

I’ve seen it all,
and so I know..
Our addictions will **** us
the faster we go!

If they give me a bag of money,
I might be willing to participate.
Imagine..
Six digits for my soul!
I could live the life of royalty
and corrupt the kingdom more.

But instead I believe I'm
blessed to be poor...

Here is some interesting facts
Certain thing that have caught
My eyes about my hellopoetry page
I've been here on HP since 2013

I am following 701 poets
Here on Hello Poetry
None of whom are following me
Actually I’m following
2633 Poetess and Poets
The computer says....
701 of them are not following me.

I have 174 unfinished poems
In draft
Who, what
???
I evidently have published 177 collections
Even though I have only ever published 4
I'm in some poet's private collections, two of them
I'm sure that one has to do with my amnesia
????
I have 1362 poem on Hello Poetry
That I have saved nowhere else
I've never put them on a flash drive
Is someone running this sight??
My memory hope So!!!

The more followers you have the harder it is to trend
I have 1931 followers
I rarely get to the front page!
But I'd be happy to send you there!

Would you rather a thumbs up
or a heart for your creation

Do you keep the reader in relation
Or write for a personal sensation

Does your muse have a name
Do you become one with pleasure or pain

Are you prophetically ordained
Or a free spirit untamed

Where I ask do we fit in
This phenomenal poetry game
????????????????

I remember the cage
Soul slipping
Through cracks
Body trapped
In silent rage
I succeed
These facts
Never forget
Never get back
The less you say
The less they know
So spare the lecture
And off you go
I remember the cage!

In my next breath
I'll be choking
Taken in a deep hit
And just keep toking
The words will flow
In a peaceful rivers
Warm at night
Not a single shiver
It helps clear crazy
Out of the way
Dear Doctor
Keep those pills
For another day
..................

Oh death
Won’t you sing me
My final dirge
Ode to the poet
Who ran out of words!

If you could have me
Like my girl has me
You would never want
For love again
...

And again
The clouds parted
The sun shines down
In bright unbroken beams
His heart beat faster
The fabric of new dreams
Eternal hope renewed
Upon a latter
Jacobs ascended
Leaving me here
In life open ended
.........................

In an effort to sustain
The wounds of time
I restored an old poem
Ingrained in rhyme
Of happy thoughts lost
Years of searching for home
I had written everything
At the time
That I had known

In the restoration
Of all my words
I was never meant to serve
The self seeking doubts
   Indeed a lot of it about...
Yet good thoughts
Were meant to manifest
As these wounds of time
Slowly matter less and less...

There's a lot of good people in this world
People who would like to see a better world
Unfortunately it's out of our control
That is if, your ideology is to
"Stay the status quo"
Did you just get comfortable?
Close your eyes and play your role
I have everything I need
Yet my world is not complete
My connection to the world
Will never disconnect
I possess true love
Which parallels deep regret
That's why I'm an activist
..................................................

I am not the sun
of desert rags
I am not the one
who burns your ***!
I am not the sun
of some holy war
burning in heat
for my brother's *****!

I am not the sun
that starves the north
the tip of the iceberg
chose his course...
I am not the sun
in love with lands
all the Amazons
and southern islands...

I am the Sun
I do not rule
I am but a star
Who's light shines true!

It takes its sweet time to swell
but my rage is quickly quelled.

I love those stranger
and so I wave,
I greet the world
With smiling face!

I don't chose sides,
I strive for peace...
When it comes to human
I am but a beast.

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!

At the end of the day
It's the larger things
That linger
Even if hope slips away
I'll still be wrapped
   Around your finger...
You keep trying
In your own right
Yet you leaves me guessing
But I wouldn't be
Me now would I
Hadn't I'd learnt
   My lessons...

If I offered it all
Upon the alter
There’d only
Be ashes left
So I hold tightly to
This fading light
With every
Gasping breath

I dreamt the dreams
And touched the touch
I’ve Stumbled through
The darkness
Of love’s tainted trust
And here upon
My own two feet
Beginning again
Who shall I meet?
Optimism
Keep's me alive!

What if you ain’t got no money when the stock markets and the economy crashes?
I guess that would just level the playing field, wouldn’t it?

It had been brought to my attention
Such feelings are not our inventions
The hunger is actually what we are
In degree of unconscious decisions
Made with reptilian brain stems
It's a wonder we got this far

Still I want more
More than the hungry poor
More like a hungry lions roar
Posed to pounce
Upon the prey
I would love
To touch
Your pretty face
And share my hungry heart
With you
After all
Aren't you hungry too?

Maybe If...
I'd never been locked away
Nor faced them firing lines
Maybe if...
Everybody I ever loved
Still loved me throughout time

Maybe if...
The walls I erected
Could never fade away
Then just maybe
I'd still feel safe
In this crazy maze!

In a breath
I take you in
And hold you
As long as I can
But I have to
Let you out
That's what
Breathing
Is all about
.....

The clouds refused to allow
the sun to shine as bright
but love will always find a way through the darkest dreary night

Take my word
My poetic hand
I am much more spirit
No less human
And..
Don't believe those lies
you're telling me,
I have spoken your words
I've dreamt your dreams

Nothing can separates
The quantum hold
We are fractals
Of living souls
We are but dreamers
On different clouds
Shake me no more
I'm wide awake now..

In the blind spot
of the transparency of soul
it seems I know more then I know.
I possess the answers
the cures of dis-ease
It’s been there all along
creative energy!

For those in the wake
Of the shameless kind
Try to shake it off
Don't be so blind

Such resentments
Will only drive you wild
You were such a wonderful
Innocent child

Put it down
Don't pick that up
I could never
Get enough

Life can be such a mess
Don't wake up
With nothing left!

Extremism
is a condition
of an over active
existentialism

I imagine we’re all
an ism of some type
or sort
With that in common
we’re all cohorts!

Poeticism
has a hold on me..
Speaking in rhyme
Set a soul free..

When one takes sides
in an ism
the imitations
becomes a schism
Perhaps my philosophy
is lost in intuitionism!

Do you know who’s on this site? People you don’t even personally know!!
Are you sure you can trust them?  

Well of course you can
After all they’re poets and poetess exposing their true self through their Art

Careful, you might find out…
Behind the scenes of all your doubt..
Pretend if you will to know all truth.
Overlooking the programming of your societal youth…
Be careful if you shall and close tight your mind…
Because the truth is on going, a continuing crime..

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!

Catching up
I take a crash course
The end is near
And I’m just now
Shifting geer

What is real
That can’t be seen
Ever changing
My infinite needs

It seems we can only know what it is to approach death
and not the nature of the beast itself
that awaits our IMPENDING arrival!

Over the edge
I quiver to look
there’s no bottom  
only a hook
dead bait
hanging
excuse the smell
this is but a tasteless mess
but what the hell!
No filter to muffle
the parasitical ink
grimmest in the minds nose
metaphorical stinks
But here I'll add
I wish you the best
After all this isn't a poem
it's only a mess

Who can escape
The mighty wrath
Of "The Sun God"
Isayso 1:01 to last

In hyper focused view
The eyes of the Sun
Are hot upon you

Tanning the flesh that's bare
Bleaching every body hair
Wrinkled in the end
Crows feet
Dried out leather skin
Every bare naked
Man and **** woman
Exposed to the Sun
The Burning ONE!

Yesterday and tomorrow
don’t actually exist
yet I remember
and look forward
to your next kiss!

How would you like to die
At the end of a pathetic lie
Draining the life out of me!

Chokehold gasping
Memories flashing
Would that set your spirit free

Deep sea diving
Mountain climbing
A swarm of angry bees

Race car driving
Jet air flying
Crash and burn
In misery

Don’t you die
Don’t you die for me!

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!

Truth is merely an objection to reality
It cannot be subjectively consigned
In actuality...
Reality holds your only truth
Where it is subliminally applied
...

We cross paths year after year,
Your longwinded narratives
were never quite clear..
Now I can see you for who you are,
participant in separation
ethnic cleansing and war!

I don’t put you in darkness
Nor **** the disease
I don’t take it personal that you’ve been deceived.
But mostly,
what ever ethnicity you claim you are…
We all came down from the heavens
and we’re all made of stars.

About my fears
I face my own
My heart defenses
Then turns to stone
All my emptiness
To much I hold
Please try and understand
The words of a broken man
My tears run forever dry
Yet still I lie
I love my soul
My muse is weak
And so
This poem is incomplete

Enthusiasm
An infection of the gods
I will never fit In
My soul exist lost
I live with a love
That doesn’t resist
Invisible as the keeper
As real as my fist

Alone I roam
I’m destined to travel
Through my mind’s eye
The ending unravels
Still the keeper remains aloft
And I wonder if he’s there
Waiting to receive me
Death my only fear

I wonder why I’m here.

Clumsy and a little off balance
Describes my love in motion  
Still my sacred lover archetype
Thrives in respectful devotion

In magical flowing throughs
The power of love
Is free of cost
Words cast spells that last
Love can be a fragile task

As the archetype unwinds
My love is refined
The unconditional begins to grow
Like a flower in the sun
Life has only just begun
True love is loving our roll!

Who can you trust?
The question's a must
A foundation needing defined
Come follow me
Clearly you'll see
I'm not the killing kind
Live long and happy
That's why we're here
Vote for peace
I'll buy the beer!

The circuits sustain
While consciousness restricts
Say what you may
There remains little risk
Words harsh to the senses
Comments sharper then knifes
Emotional barriers
Of jealousy and strife
Are you looking for a victim
Or just one freaky night
How many accounts
Before you get it right?

Relax
Take two quick breaths in
-Hold it-
Now let your breath out slowly
3,2,1..
There that’s better
Repeat this action a few times
As needed
(This actually works)

Breath easy
Clear your mind
Leave them concerns
Of your deepest poetry behind
Away!
Let your brain’s plasticity pine

Don’t assume
This is written of you
Your victimiser’s exist sublime
Don’t take things personal
It’s the way things are
The strength is yours to find

It’s not the world making you angry’
No it’s you..
Allowing the world to make you angry.

I’m still here lost in these walls
Stumbling around these haunted halls
Falling through, flashing by
Just a ghost of love that’s died

I wish the world
Could be my guess
Far more than I could feed
I must confess
And wouldn't my five acres
Be a mess
But surely it be worth it
Such an under thought-out quest
All those suffering
Would be
Finally blessed
.....

I'm not trying to come back
I'm trying to stay here!
I haven't got time for hell dreams
I'm awake and aware..

I love my human condition
In this inning I'm unique
It feels so good to hunger
Dopamine release...

Perhaps I'll run a marathon
These wind sprints do repay
Integral with nature
My essence rejuvenates!

It is relatively simple to convey
The same thought in two different directions
For example...
To avoid conception I use protection
Turn it around...
Protection I use on my *******!
Different directions
Yet both provided
A punch line
In my deception...
(-;

I remember my grandmother
The gleam within her eyes
I recall the stories she told
Them Old Wives Fables lies

Fiery hell and judgements
Demons roaming the Earth
Perhaps she paved the way
For an imaginary thirst

Surely you don’t believe
The elders have all gone mad
If there was not a villain involved
What mischief would we have?

Santa Claus is a watching
And Jesus from the cross
I do believe there is a reason
My sanity is lost
.....

It shakes me to the core
Unrest at our gates
I'm talking
Suffering human beings
So we send them away??

Bombs, U.S. grade
Everywhere on the
Whole worldwide stage
You can find the proof
In our pockets....

I sleep in a warm bed
My cupboards are full
I have more then I need
I have more than I could ever use
How did this come to be
Here on this little planet
Out of billions of suffering beings
I'm living the American dream
....