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
....

A Shaman
Was a collector of relics
And little trinkets of gold
He blessed them with charms
Of wonder
As the story goes...
He collected and placed them
On candlelit shelves
Deep in the chambers
Of The Temple Of Self
Then he left and went on a journey
Hoping the gold would be there
On his retuning...

He didn’t fair as well
In his travels of the new lands
In a cavern of dirt he dug in deep
With a guide of retribution and confusion
He knew this place was incomplete.

And so here
In the silence of our prayers
Once again we become aware
......

Come home now
Dear lost savants

You can't save them all
It's not what they want

Weaving webs of sticky persuasion
Venomous insinuations

Looking through the dark
Of what love really means

The distance between us
Mere words upon a wing

Come back
It's a birds eye view

You've been lost
And their waiting for you

Dear lost savants
Please return

The world out there
Will always burn!

How quickly form mind
A memory slips
Dust in the winds
A careless wisp
Not even a trace
Of a loved ones kiss

But I was there
I held you close
Of all your love
Mine was the most
You left me behind
A scab less ghost

Out here in the ether
Fond memory seether
Sleep tight my love
For I'm with the Reaper
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In my mind
There exist a thought
I'm not sure which thought it is
But the thought is so powerful
When it comes into my mind
I blackout, staring into space for hours
I guess my heart must be coward
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We are at the edge of evolution.
The first wave that embraces all previous stages.
Accept your divine pride.
Where ever you are on the spiritual ladder.

Goat-head surrounded
by ancient carved stones
Dimly lite torches
Piles of old bones

Revolving shadows
of residual wickedness
This is no place to linger
all the hate we come to accept
the keepers and the bringers!

Misfits all of us
when the puzzles redesigned
But it was never meant to be like this
for the fate of humankind
Apathy for the world aloft
has led us to a ledge
Sacrifice another goats
and the shadows shall be fed

Soup for a soul
As we bleed another beast
Drink now as our
empathy grows ever weak
We’re only walking in our sleep

Is it so hard to see
we are all spiritual beings!

These human identities have been manufactured,
in environmental wreckage!
Epigenetically manipulated
to fit society norms..

Now it’s time to take a new form!

I am here to resolve
A life time of doubts and
Invisible hopes
There's nothing left to be known and no,
I'm not Jesus or The Pope
It has all been a grandiose
Innocuously divine design
Parting seas and crushing fleas
Is what seems to please
The human kind
But I’m here now so...
All aboard
It's heaven time!

You reminds me
Of a childhood friend
You takes my heart places
I've never been
One look in your eyes
I like what I see
I long for, I dream of
   I want, almost need...

Dear sweet Poetess
Aesthetics in bloom
Bathing in the twilight
Of a mid summer's moon
Dancing naked
Beneath celestial skies
For ever young
In my poetical mind
I would have you
For my own
I would write you
In my poem
So fly away...
Swim away...
Carry me home!
.....

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If not there is little hope left..
Time is running out…
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Climb inside
Take me for a ride
See for yourself
My heart is Divine
Caring is what I do
Can I reach through
And touch you
A handful of anything
Is more then I have
Feel free
Poke your fingers in
Make me real glad
I have a heart
I have a soul
I am but a empty
*** of gold
But my heart is divine
That I know!

Last year’s leaves incapacitated in an icy grave..
Burly cattails poking up through the surface of the icy lake.
With my back  on the dock my feet resting comfortably
on the bright reflective white ice, from here I write.
The air temperature at 40 Fahrenheit seems like summer,
I soak up the beautiful rays while fumbling with my device.
Two Canadian snow geese fly over honking
catching my dog and my attention, our eyes follow their flight.
Green, grey and brown quacking  mallards swim along the melted shore line, it's mating time.
Puffy black squirrels hopping from tree to tree a jungle gym
high above in the forest canape. Over. way over on the other side of the lake I see deer near the shore line. I try to bring them to my dogs nearsighted attention but only my human eye can see.
Today the world looks beautiful from these poetic eyes.

In the land of milk and honey, within the rocks, the water flows. The love of life is dangling, from a chain of forever wars…
Each a part they look away, unconcerned and unafraid.
Unaware the masses move, while their bombs drop on you.
Obscure , the hand we’ve been dealt, turn the device off, toss it on the shelf! Never mind what you heard, this world must be purged.
Purged of them over there,
Lydia, Syria how could
nobody cared?
The Nuremberg trials and **** Germany, we surely do forget.
Yet the identical road is beneath our feet, in each and every step!

I lost her to the Green Man
She danced the May Pole Line
I remember all the spells she cast
  Her light shone quite divine

Unbearably bright
The existential  plight
Within different hemispheres
We navigate by hindsight

Visions of equality
The Goddesses time
Voices of wisdom
Captured in rhyme

Now I hold this talisman tight
And brave this world alone
Giving into thankfulness
   I fear not to roll them bones...

The calling is quite clear
“wake-up the time is here”
No don’t go back to sleep
In the materials of the meek

Rise and shine
with your true kind
Claim your human needs
Take a moment outside of time
Let yer enter guidance lead!

What are your feelings asking you?
Your heart is on the line
Hear the greater calling
For we are all divine!

Is reality really real?
This thing we refer to as life
Or do we dream that we were
Born and somehow managed to be
Brought up right?
Holding on to love and regret
With all our invisible might
Suffering, enjoying
Every stage in between
Sanity is fight or flight
Life is but a dream
......................

I see your malevolence
How can you be so...
Inadequate!

Society has had enough of you!
The hierarchical
Has been notified

You’re going to grow old
And  DIE!

Then you will face
The Unknown!

And so you have it
The four fundamental
Fears humans have

Hope I didn't scare you

There I found peace
In the realization
Of synthetic euphoria
Waiting and looking forward
To the end of calamity
Serenity is kind to us
Feel the world slow down
Hear the children yawning
The weary look in the old folks eyes
Knowing too well
That someday maybe soon
We are all be moving on
In peaceful serenity
............

I realize that we are different.
I am for world peace,
you pretend to care..
Behind your eyes
there’s only evil out there.

But I have met and experienced
people all over the earth.
They are all just like we are.
They  have the same hungers
and thirst.
We all want love and prosperity.
Knowing this brings me clarity.

In the darkness of low vibration
obscured in the groundlessness of fears,
my shadows remained
far beyond the benevolence
of youthful years...

As I continue to lift to a higher octave
in the spectrum's of eternal growth
I leave behind blame and immoral conquests
that were ****** upon my soul!

Behold I make all things new!

Rewrite your life
It's only ink
In poetic format
Natural instinct
Shape and form
With creative soul
Laced in silver
Drenched in gold
Set your heart
Free in flight
Create, engage
Rewrite your life

After all
It's only ink

.....

A coupon came in the mail
Just the other day...
Four dollars off, on a carton of guaranteed death!
Cancer causing agents **** mice in the lab.
So...
I paid the gift of death forward
with a kind and gentle smile.
But looking back I wish I would have never done so vile!

It wouldn't matter
If I were me
Or somebody else
I'm self assured
In a different host
  I'd still be myself...

The same beliefs
Caught in stasis
Different experiences
Lame in different places
Hell, think of all
  The different faces...

From nowhere
To somewhere
The light grows bright
We all have it in us
To stand and fight
Don't back down
Never give in
Don't make me
Have to live again!

If you can’t justify
The beliefs and actions
Of your own spouse
All that is left
Is a contradictory
Self!

In different measures
We understand
All these words
   At our command...
Passion flows
From the cup that's full
Outside the boxes
   Beyond the rules...

We manifest
Our heart's desire
We connect the circuits
   Rethink, rewire...
Here in the midst
Of a Poet's mind
I find my balance
   In a series of lines...

I reiterate what I said before
I need no gender nor ethnicity to block my logical judgement
I am human
and I know right from wrong

I will not put anyone in darkness
I refuse to **** anyone
Just think of a world
where everyone thought like me
Hate would no longer cause misery

All of your religious reasoning
Exist in a fog
The law of love are lost
I seen it through your eyes
When I was one of you.

I read that book of hate and death several times and each additional time it ****** more and more spiritual energy from me
It’s clearly a book of supremacy
The chosen ones only matter
Why would god write a book in the devil’s handwriting?

Look where remembering
“The Sons of Amalekite”
has brought us.
How about remembering to love instead?

What you’re seeing is not fear!
I’m just running from the bear..
Your mistake is
you’re afraid of the bear..

The bear is just a divergent
that separates us from the divine.
I accept the blessings of each lesson
and express them when it’s time…

My words
allow me to climb!!!!!

Live together or die apart
Display your true self
Within your art
Question your universe
Question your God
Construct a reason
For who you are
Both winner and loser
Simultaneously
Learn to swim
Through life’s misery

Take it all in deep
And hold it there
Then you’ll know
Why we’re here.

An open mind?
is not enough
let our heart’s
  search out love…

the lower self
advocates fear
our egos vibrates
  low down here…

how we serve
is our choice
let our divinity
   be our voice…

there is always
more to learn
enlightenment is not
the final term…

songs can be sung
in any key
in a scale of notes
of war and peace…

Domesticated
And set free on life
Find a car, a job, a wife
Play outside, until dark
Walk your serves dog
To the park...

Drink a beer to relax
In the end
The cards are stacked
On the road
Or in the field
A worn out soul
Is what we yield

A yawn, a word
A mere memory
The domestication
Of our species
......

His ship run a ground
Lost the pull of the morning tide
The moon abandoned him on the rocky coastline until late that night
Then he retuned to the waters
Due west towards the next sun set
Soon the waves carried him
Unto another life
He was free again!

Off to the witches
I carry my fears
Conjured from the dawn
Cast into thin air
Repetitive devotion
Water in eternal motion
   Dear Gaya
Please hold me here…

Hello
From the bottom
Beneath my soul
I send fair greetings
Particularly to those
Lonely hearts
Forever bleeding

This body is owned
By somebody else
The game has changed
Now I’m for sale
You can’t afford
To go without
There’s no need
To freak by yourself
This gave me chills to write
So....
Save 44% off
On my loving tonight!

No return policy
Sorry you’ll have to keep me
Promise not to cheat me
Listen to my poetry
Put up with my guitar
Treat me like a star
It matters not
Who you are
As long as you have cash
I will love your ***!

I fell in love
With a shot of ***
Unfortunately
The disturbance fades
If I drink more then one...
PTSD
Sometimes kicks my ****
Ya....
I'm off to the next A/A meeting
Truth can be tough....

Too much hard life
Seen far too much
Grew up in Flint
Prison and such...
Back in the Military
**** those stars and stripes!
I tried to forget the blood shed
With all my might

But you know
Somebody cares
And so
I'll be alright!!!

In the shadows of forever
Where we hide
Our wildest dreams
I pen the thoughts
Of us together
Sailing on eternal seas

Bare your words
In naked splendor
Upon the page
Let them see
Soft and sweet
Hard and tender
But Save some
Private parts for me
...

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.

A failure to observe
So quickly to judge...
A failure to integrate
The ways of true love...
A failure to embrace
A true nature inside...

These are the commonalities
Of the unspoken white lie...

How long have we waited
Watching as life
passes us by?
Growing out of toxic sludge
Our instruments
long to fly...

Old age is not a reason to end,
It’s a place to begin!

Wise and growing
All that’s good is flowing
No one ever died of old age
Don’t let your beliefs
lead you to a grave!

A Blackeyed Demon
crawled out of my *****
on his travels to and fro
helped himself to my provisions
and left his superstitions
spreading chaos was his goal

The Sky Wizard would angrily protest
this his religion could not digest
He sent a drought a plague and a flood
He got so angry he forgot how to love

The moral of the story
could never be known
for this universe was never my home
I am but a Traveler
a one nightstand
I won’t be held responsible
for this broken promise land
...........

This limited control
takes it tow
as we survey these paths
of all we know.

Circumstantial accidents
did you catch the subtle hint?

Did your thinking
leave you sinking
in a states of hell?
Smoking and drinking
old habits creeping
around the wishing well
…
This karmic wheel
is going to hold us fast,
if that’s the way
we’re going to act..

It’s the small things
that matter
It takes time to
get them done
You must first await the
chosen moment
Never jumping
the starting gun

The policy of puritans
Police the walls of paradise
You can take your ball and go home
But you better play nice
You see...
Acceptance is a roll of the dice

An entrance with an exit
Describes a revolving door
A pattern that consist
Of both peace, love
Hate and war
To and fro
The ego goes
Reincarnated unaware
Wayward souls
(I hypothesised that last flow)

Irrelevant yet intriguing
Would be
An ending without a beginning
And so I shall begin the ending here
Universally unaware!

Traveler Tim

Another man
I happen to love
Started to ramble
About "up above"
Starry eyed
I cut him off
He notice my mark
And turn and walked
What made me that way
He just turned
And walked away
...............................
The eulogy
Was bogus
Keeping our thoughts
Out of focus
..................

Okay all ready!
I feel you all
Suffocating me insane
I'm being drained
My energy flows
Downward
To the lowest of lows
Where lies the pain
That the miserable
Refuse to let go

Empathically
I am cursed
Tethered
To your emotional
Burst
I feel the babies
Crying in the night
My heart spring
Into thoughtless flight
The unrest of the downtrodden
Engulf my weary life

If I could only feel
Without a care
Turn away
And say a prayer
Someone else
I'd surely be
But that's just not
My destiny
...................................
P.S.
So please stop thinking so loud!

Secretly bad
an uneasiness within
assert goodness
as to cover up sin
maddening breaches
of spiritual growth
time to put the pope
to the end of the rope!

On a fragmented infested planet called Earth
Deep within the body of a distant universe
Smaller than the microscopic lenz
Dwells savage human carnivores
I tell you’
Bearer’s of reptilian brain stems!
Imagine the primal urge tearing from within
Hear their psyches roar!


Wonder how far they’ll get this time around, before the next earths end....

This may sound strange
But in my past life
She was my man
I was his wife
He beat my ***
In front of his parish
Bible in hand
He exorcised
Me with his he man
I had a demon
That wanted to live
He had a god
Who refused to forgive

.This time around
I am the man
Upon her being
I won't lay a hand
But she's still that entity
Who for some reason believes
There still a demon
Deep inside me
Two parts of a whole
Continue to roll
Out of control
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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.

This may read
something like a rant
I wouldn’t talk in rhymes
but you know I can’t…
I can’t move my eyes
until the end of the maze
what’s happening over there
always happens that way…
you can’t hurry
the expressionism
poetry isn’t based
in professionalism…
so take your time
try to make since
exaggeration can help
makes your lyrics intense
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