These abstraction aren't my own
I was written in a poem

A muse of wonder delivered me
From the dregs of the ordinary

Wading through my encrypted jargon
Being subtlety construed beyond my margins

Behind the curtain
Oz stares on
As his creation fills the hollowed halls

Projecting larger then actual size
A poem can write us in to light!

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..

Home is where I started,
on my way is where I've been.
Now that I'm here I shudder,
to go back that way again.

Home is where you make it,
get there before dusk,
love it there awaiting,
with people that you trust.

Let it last forever,
the music that we make.
May we always be moving forward
on the roads we chose to take.

The body measures more
When the mind is set at ease
Intensely I explore
Her entire Galaxy

Deep within her stars
The inclusive stellar view
In the gravity of her emotions
The universe knows no rules

Vague are the descriptions
Of worlds beyond our grasp
If ya get a chance to journey there
May that journey last!

The structure is alive and watching
an anatomy of unconsciousness
formulates a sacred blueprint
as a conformation
of the animalistic being

Conformity is a cage
they try to keep us crystallised in
but we are
fluently
flowing freely
at all times

Just as this write
has helped me to escape
The conforms of my human fate.

I get lost in pleasure
The child playing tag
Running and laughing
I beg to make it last

A place in my dreams
Where I was once free
Wet behind the ears
Innocent and green

Why'd I need to know
Why'd I need to learn
Eyes are watching us
Sin and we will burn

Heavy on our hearts
Parasites in our brains
The lies we were tough
We'll never be the same

Oh please come back
Innocence of youth
Storm clouds of lies
Blinding the truth

Tell not the children
Santa Clause tales
Pretending leaves us
Believing in Hell

Running from devils
Demons inside
Please take it back
All of those lies

Return our innocence
The care free happy child
Let us go outside and play
Let us love ourselves  
These last few miles
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You ate every last worm
Of my rotted soul
So...
Soullessly is how I roll

Shocking at times
These words that I write
Politically correct
Are the stones in my flights
The harbinger of hard word
A caller for change
Take a step back and focus
We're one and the same!

I must confess
I keep pictures of slave-owners
Well more or less
In my wallet
Sea-foam green
Fine frog hairs
Cash I mean
Picture printed on the backs of hemp
Were they heroes or merely wimps

Even my coins are incline
They shine the barbarism of our kind
Every penny,quarter, nickle, dime
Somehow they spend just fine

Smash the statues
Change their names
From your cultural war
I will abstain

Yet I need my money just the same!

Dad,
where did we come from?

Its actually simple.
We are pieces
Of cosmic debris,
that broke off a giant star.
A star that was among
a large cluster of planetoids,
held together in a gravitational field.
A place we called home,
The Milky Way Galaxy.
Which is a part of our
conscious universe.
It’s all made up of of 30% matter
and 70% dark matter.

And it’s possible
that it all
came from another dimension.
In a instant known as
The BIG BANG!
What’s so hard about that question?

Now ask me a hard question
like why do people have to suffer?
And I would answer you,
so that we may live in poetry!

In the beginning
the waves were exciting to ride.
Being part of the western powers
believing all the lies!
Passionate anger
on parade..
How I wish I could go back
now that Im awake..

But now my loyalty has left..
Too much war and too much death!

Change needs
our attention
Love needs
constant retention

Rubber bounces
plasticity bends
Emotional wounds
!we’re meant to mend

Don’t just set there all alone
set your wolf free
let your spirit roam!!

Don’t assume things
Don’t take things personal
All those bad thing from your past
It’s time to let them go!

You are acceptable
here and in the end
even if you don’t believe it
your heart will heal again!

How can I be a fat hog
Whiles you suffer
I must insist
Let me make you supper
Pork and beans
By no means!!
Surf and turf
And perhaps some stew
A salad full of green leafy veggies
That should help get ya through

We’ll eat and drink
Burp and belch
Then will take a walk
For our health
I promise to share
‘Til my pantry’s runs bear
Or you eat me out
Of house and home
But at least
I’ll know
In the end
I didn’t eat alone
Suffering I won’t condone
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Evil lies will get you farther
There is no devil, there is no barters
Karma leaves no stains
Only martyrs
And now nobody is any smarter

Love wears me out
'cause
I have to give it my all
My doubt fears an ending
My shadow is ten feet tall

Worry cripples my passion
For I've lost lovers and friends  
So I love my guitar, I love my dog
With a heart that never mends

Love is an ache in my chest
The memory grows less and less
Of what robbed my life
And left me to grieve
So now
I love my truck and my TV
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A haiku is but
Infinity in action
An instant of life

I surely was gone for a moment there
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever make it back
So easily I lose myself out among shadows
Their spellbinding voices beckon my return
It is just a temporary lay over I assure you

The dream must go on
The stories be past down
  We are the garden keepers
Planting hope of a better tomorrow
So there for I'll always be back!

I faintly recall stepping out of my trance,
walking towards a man with a gun.
But I felt no fear saying “shoot me!”
Behind the gun man
a shadow within a light within a shadow.
I felt as if I could pass straight through.
When the bullet pass through me
I fell to the ground,
into the arms of the Earth Mother.
It was not yet my time.

✍🏽
You paint a very pretty picture
But can you see through the sky
👁
The darkest night of soul
Has yet to past us by
👣
We’re but dreamers
Slumbering in an array of desires
Starving in a garden paradise
We choke on the manna from heaven
Devour the milk and honey
And drown on the wine of divine


We are merely the human kind
This round is on me this time!
🥃

Living with a forgiving heart has changed my reality.
My wounds heal at an accelerated speed.
A knife in my back does not define me.
I hold my head high and dissolve my dis-ease.
I care not to cast my reflections
nor lose my soul in the pursuit perfection.

In a higher vibration
I resolve my agreement’s
to this madness and rise above!

Pardon these mind
racing thoughts
wandering about.

I'll attempt to reel them in.

This sometimes happens
to my poetry
every now and then.

A few more rhymes
and then I'll begin.

Begin a new day
shaking off the night.

My soul is still out there,
but here I'll set and write.

These wandering racing thoughts
of the early morning light.

Militance of an old construct
Ethnic-centric pathology‘s
You, yes you
Stand still or die!

Hands where we can see them
Drop it, on your knees
Hands behind ya!!

It appears you have unpaid fines
Sorry we had to shoot you
We thought you were reaching for a weapon.

If the bottom of your feet
have such a foul stench
Then I would suggested
you’ve been walking in
The putrid pastures
of immorality.
My advice
Wear boots!

We all have two beings in us.
First our earthly body comes with a lesser self but fortunately we have an eternal spirit that is our higher self.
We are connected to our lower self, that is really child minded and is easily addicted to all the things this world offers.
Our higher self wants to be right with god.
Our lower selves can cause us a lot of stress when we let it drive.
I know this to be a fact.
I was on Klonopin and drinking and blacked out, my higher self lost it's connection and so my lower self was driving.
That's the day I got shot.
I could not justify my actions that day because I wasn't there.
I'll never leave again or go back to sleep and forget that I am eternal.

It’s soft red rubber friction
Wearing away my existence
The editor of this play
Writing my character out

Out of their minds
A ghost of a memory
My character
Deleted from the screen

Unlike most
I cannot dissolve into this dream
And so shines the god in me!

Once my words
Were but a rainbow
A prism of colorful designs
But now I paint both grim and grey
In these dimmer darker times

What will come to be
Is on the wicked horizon
A storm of all gone mad
Into a new paradigm
Like tectonic plates shifting
Shifting Poets at their core

No more
No more police brutality
No more regime change wars
No more the one percent
****** us over and over! .

So we say
No more
As our poetry fights back.

Quiet in solitude
Our boundaries
Are set
The news of the day
More cases, more deaths
We  rise our arms to the sky
Joining the cry what's next!

Grocery stores germs
Symptom showing
Exposure  regrets
Wall Street enjoying
Their own socialism
Politician need
To be put in prison

A cure not available
The antidote lost in trust
Tick-Tock ******
Thermometer!  
    The world is in a rush
Baby wipes undegradable
As society takes a flush!

The muses have turn cynical
Sarcasm breaks our vine
But to keep us safe
They'll attempt
To  divinely reassign

Don’t be a stranger or afraid
in a world you never made
in such a dream setting
existence is trapped
Wake up from your mythic nap
leave your magic in a rhyme
use not science to define
We are all of these things
transcending into a larger thing

Without processing conscious review
It just happens to me and you
everybody and everything grows!

Misery
Wounds
Of coagulated love
Tourniquet made of whiskey
Pills a kiss
And hug

Misery
She hears me
When I rise
Red shall surely I see
‘Crazy owns my mind

Please let me be
Under my breath
I mumble and cuss
This don't need to be
But I must

Living in passions
I know this well
This returning hell
To the surface I fail
It's all to real
This crazy I feel
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Truth is obviously subjective to what you believe
and what you think you know.
Why stop there, are you afraid of descending narratives?
The greatest evil in this world is simply the CIA. (nothing yahoo comes in second) Point at Russia, Point at China, point at Biden or Point at Trump and you’re pointing in the wrong direction.

Surely the end is always near
When life becomes a disease,
death is the only cure
Sooner or later
all we loved will disappear
But you know
it’ll all still be here
all those things in life
we foolishly fear.

Describing your garden
Your birds and bees
The sent of honeydew
Your colours are free

The petals of your femininity
In beautiful words for all to see
You are a Poetess
Only a Poet need read

Written in your private text
Passionately I connect
Consuming your aesthetic release
You are my priestess
I am your priest
All the way form access the sea!

I was once a Poet..

I use to posses the passion
Aesthetically fortified
Romantically conditioned
The nature of blue skies

Windows of raw emotions
Dark nights upon a stage
I have written about such shortcomings
Lovingly in my rage..

But I can’t help but panic
As they tear our world apart
The death of innocent folks
Screams that pierce my heart..

And that’s how peace activism becomes my only art…

I’m looking at you
with eyes of reason
Please
stop being evil!

Let me just say this
you know how
when you were wrong
about everything?
  Well you're still wrong..
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Invisibility is a matter of fact
Nonexistent substance lack
Objective when it stops you dead
Subjectively in your head

Invisible particles of matter
Nonexistent fables that flatter
Object as it breaches your being
Subjectivity can never be seen

Do you object to such a subject?

You can pretend that there’s nothing out there barbarically wrong.
Listen to some music, perhaps your favourite song.
Dance in union with your tribal beat. Another lovely day, now back to sleep…
I would not suggest a road to take nor demand you hit the clergy breaks.
No, I am no fake..

I can figure for the math that X controls.
I can see the quantum, I can read the code.
I will not scroll down any further like a wayward lost sheep.
Just so you can censor my every bleep!
I have no need to play the fearful angry games.
Love and laughter extinguishes all flames!
In my heart god remains..

The last time China attack any country was back in 1979, when they were fighting Vietnam.
Meanwhile….
Here in the USA we find new enemies to attack regulary.
The newest enemy is over there, that country that no one knows where it is on the globe. Yep enemies!! We must bomb them so we can keep this game going.
We pretend everything fine and vote for our favourite political party.

Ghost
prying their way back
into the world of the living
blurs in the dark
shadows blowing in the wind
insisting on getting back in
in my peripheral vision
I catch a glimpse
ghost have gathered
around my quiet place
more than usual
how many more
shall gather
I wonder

Can you hear them crying out
Help help help help
There’s starving to death
They’re being ***** an oppressed and made slaves
They can’t speak up they can’t speak out
What was the purpose of all this they wonder and so in their God they doubt
Can’t you hear so many people upon this earth crying out???????

And I don’t want to watch your soap opera    I don’t want to watch your play
How am I supposed to enjoy myself
When the world has lost its way?

So close your eyes
Dream of your heaven
but life is a hell of a maze!

And when they come for me
To put me somewhere I don’t want to be
Somewhere I can never stay
Saying things I could never say
In accordance too
What the devil has in mind
Bodies in refrigeration
It’s Mad Max time
Disease ridden bats
Festering slop of swine
I could hide out here all day
In boxes made of pine 🌲

Beyond my scope but not beyond my imagination.
It isn’t an object yet but I do believe it will manifest.
The conclusion,
Who really knows?

Cave wall shadows dancing
Thunder from on high
Enlightenment unattainable
That’s just another lie
....

It’s not that difficult to hide the patterns of evil within the chaos. Their confusion is intentional, the algorithms support their disinformation.
The mouthpieces of darkness echo the narratives of negativity to the masses. Then they feed on your anger!
Theirs is no us and them, there is only you in control of your existence.

At a rather closer look
we can see living organisms
radicalised microbiota
in a chaotic feeding frenzy
There seems to be little to no order
through the microscope
This chaos exist within us so that our bodies can function in harmony

And so as this planet in all its chaos
Is in harmony with the universe

Dear Death
Did you forget where I live
The penalty of my existence
My stain upon your list

Why do you stall your murderous plan
Human and beast all be dammed
This hunger for life that ends in death
A future of darkness within a breath

Doing hard time in the prison of life
I once lived the dream
Of family and wife
Now I’m alone
On this hill
On this thrown
Dear Death
Come take me home
.......
P.S. Dear Death
It was good to be alive!

Throbbing heart
Brilliance of light
I wish I were
I wish you might

Express
Confess
Who we are
Quantum particles
Shakespeare
Stars

Expose
Compose our
Deepest opus
Left field, right field
Don’t lose focus

Feed us on manna
Essentially fortified
Pictorial patterns
Biblically certified
Dissect the meek
Transcribe the Greek
Let’s have a peek
Of the bottomless deep!

Make it worth the time to read
Pieces and parts arranged aesthetically
Chaotic order cleverly held
In each and every proto conscious cell

Let it illuminate shadows
Pollute the ocean of the pure
Dear poets
The world needs a cure

There is a hell
Beyond the worst
A place where living
Becomes a curse

A restless feeling
Trapped within your gut
When you know your time
Is almost up

Passion dies
In the fear of night
There's no comfort
In the struggle of life

The heart sinks
The mind slips
Even the hand
Can hardly grip

The darkest day of a soul
Shines compared to this lowest low.