Knowing we're strong
We keep holding on
Never letting go
Poets are such stubborn
Individuals...
Using our words
We attempt to fix our worlds
Truth is...
I can't even fix what's wrong
Between me and my girl...
I take no credit
When she finally smiles
My heart has been lost
For miles and miles...

Whisper my name
It you recall this rhyme
Don't back down
It's not our time!
Traveler Tim

In possession
Of an intellect
Able to rise above
The ceiling of limitations

Emotional constructs
Binded by a need for love
Our hearts and minds
Do so push and shove

The mind's eye
So blindedly enlightened
The permanent waves
Of social, spiritual
Political devices

Still the sparks
Gleam from those
Beautiful creative eyes
Dreams turn ink
Into passion pinks
Crimson nights
And hues of unspoken blues

Through neural passageways
We share a common design
To create a world
In the intellectual
Poetic mind.

The Clock Eyed Skull
Has turn to air
An invisible avatar
No longer there
Perhaps he passed
Deep in the night
Leaving his eulogy
Left to right

And all we read
Are lost spirit words
Burning in his
Just deserves
For spreading lust
Upon his page
Sharing with us
His passive
Aggressive rage
Unfortunately
It was merely a
Temporary stage

Eternally
Leading us in laughter
RIP
You ***** *******!!



(It rhymed)

Avalanche of karma
no where to run
no one can escape
what humanity has done
So…
Tune your channel
raise your vibes
heal our world
with poetic light!

Did you enjoy your life
This time through?
Perhaps next time
I could come with you
Into a world
Of love and peace
The two of us as
Sentient beings
Living and loving
Never a regret
Surely an existence
  We haven't had yet...
Holding on forever
To a familiar role
Connected by a spirit
Of poetic souls
...

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

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Now back to your poetic issues
….

Am I crazy, no doubt
Crazy until the poetry
Finally spills out
Onto the page
Realities maze
Struggling to find
A reason in vain

Am I sane, I must be
My poetry sets
My busy mind at ease
Until I need, again to write
In the disorder
Of this poetry flight
...




RX< Take two poems
And write one in the morning...

These words are not intended
To condemn nor confuse
This is not an attempt
To spread fake news
In fact it's nothing
That absolutely
Needs to be said
It's merely the poetry
Beneath my breath
Simplistic my rhyming
In aesthetic waves
Soothing, freeing
New life on the page
I am a keeper
A giver of words
We are the receivers
As poetry gives birth!

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.

My eyes have seen your image
**** are you and your beautiful poetry
So eloquently designed
You pull me in every time!
You and I
We are supposed to be
Imagine our world
Two and then, perhaps three....
Somehow I love you
Witch craft indeed
Words have power
When (would) you agree
.....

I cannot explain
The presence of magic
With mere mortal words
Or even prove it's eternal existence
Without sounding quite absurd

Ancient secrets lay benign
Within the Poet's rhymes
There lies the powers
Of love and hate sublime

In a slight of hand the eyes react
Under written messages
Slip through the cracks
Suddenly we're caught up in
A spinning spiritual trance
Raised arms
Voicing strange hypnotic chants
We dance through the gardens
Of lost hopes, mingled with romance
And we're never coming back!

Solomon indulged
In the witchcraft of poetry
The magical rites of nature
He broke the yoke
Of wasted hopes
And became a woman chaser

Words form spells
The seeds of dreams
Dark verse light
The earliest memes
Songs of songs
Building grace
Magic is attainable
In the Poet's case
..........................

In poetic manipulation
In magic of our words
Beneath the breath
Above duress
Let your heavy
Hearts be heard
In power of rhyme
Upfront sublime
Equal syllable
Entwined
In each consecutive
Spellbinding high
Or
Emotionality low
Crafted on
The twist of tongue
Either way
Let poetry make us whole

We all have the power
Write it down
lock
And load!
.........

(Beware magic involved)

It's said that love is truly free
And so if you will accept this
Here's some love from me

A wish, a spell
Good energy I send
Poetry magic
Shapes and bends

Directing powers
To protect and heal
My sublimation
Is of pure good will

I foresee very quick relief
From any and all your
Heart aching grief
That is of course
For those who will receive
.....
FLASH!!!
It is done. (-;

Solomon indulged
In the witchcraft of poetry
The magical rites of nature
He broke the yoke
Of wasted hopes
And became a woman chaser

Words form spells
The seeds of dreams
Dark verse light
The earliest memes
Songs of songs
Building grace
Magic is attainable
In the Poet's case
..........................

As my Sundays
Begin to unfold
Coffee, poetry
And away I go
Just like tomorrow
And the days before
Got to get myself
Into that zone

Moments between
The struggles of life
Balancing friends
Family and wifes
Work and fun go
Hand in hand
I am but
A Poetry Man

Reflecting on
The beauty of life
Love and passions
Is a poet's delight

Reflecting on
It's ugliness
With angry
Blogs and blurbs
We find
Ourselves
In servitude
To a paradox
Preserve

Reflecting
On the darkness
That bleeds
Our souls
To black
We expose
The depths
Inside of us
Of the love
We tend to lack

There is no boundary
No lines have been drawn
Poetry stretches
To the lyrics of songs
Creative metaphors
The breaking of dawns
The hues of colors
After the rainbow is gone

Reflecting on the beauty of life
The gift of poetry
Will always unite...

Unreasonable
The notion
That a mindset
Is above it all

Uncomfortable
The erosion
Of our outdated
Unchallenged laws

We worship gods indeed
Simple is the beast
Eating mouse
Hidden behind
Green trees

In a forest
Of kingdoms
Of gods
**** sapiens rule
With iron fist and rods

Oh generation
Of emasculation
Go, go into the light
Embrace a world
Of satisfaction  
Hidden in plain sight...

In possession
Of an intellect
Able to rise above
The ceiling of limitations

Emotional constructs
Binded by a need for love
Our hearts and minds
Do so push and shove

The mind's eye
So blindedly enlightened
The permanent waves
Of social, spiritual
Political devices

Still the sparks
Gleam from those
Beautiful creative eyes
Dreams turn ink
Into passion pinks
Crimson nights
And hues of unspoken blues

Through neural passageways
We share a common design
To create a world
In the intelectual
Poetic's mind.

In the waist lands
Of wandering hearts
Love is lost
In unseen art
Unread poetry
Unfinished
****** of parts
Overgrown gardens
Meditate by
Statues of children
  That never die...
Tilted birdbaths
List in once mind
I never meant
To leave you behind
Another piece
Of mine
Guitars need new strings
The dusty shelf
Once an amp
Aching bones
Worn out mat
Yet still
A poet walks
  A poetic path!

I hear the weeping of a motherless child
My conscience is clear, my awareness defiled
Global warming, melting icecaps, disappearing bees
All these different threats of our accelerating entropy
By the recklessness of our desires our species is driven
We ignore matter of fact, and scientific proof given

Green behind the shadow, peace behind the fist
Greed behind the reason for the evidence we dismiss
So allow yourselves to experience this uneasiness of mind,
The dread that holds us fast, cause it's our species on the line...

The night was black
Moonless yet far from calm
When the Hand Of Fate
Shook me from my slumber

Restless spirits roaming
Room to room
Beyond their
Normal gloom

I took to the sofa
Back to the wall
Three white candles
Talisman resolved

The flickering candles
Danced to expose
Restless shadows
I've felt them before

I chant
In my spirit
The words of old
Within the flames
The veil still holds

The darkest
of darkness
Poised to rise
The veil
that separates
Beyond demise.


So here I shall warn
Darkness shall thrive
The harvest is here
Samhain arrives

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.

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!

How many
How many I wonder
How many of us
Have gone asunder
Into realms
Of no return
How many of us
Will never learn...

What can a poor man
Offer you for your birthday?
Birthday wishes
To help dreams come true
Plenty of love
For all that you do
Peace and serenity
And passionate affection
Hmm, there was one other thing
Oh yes … an *******!

From the Valley of the Dead
She cries out to be fed
Why does she hunger so
Only an addict could ever know...

From the Valley of the Dead
She cries out to be fed
Why does she hunger so
Only an addict could ever know...

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.

So often begrudged
So often abused
A costly supply
An electrical tool

More power to us
More power to you
Reserve your energy
‘Till the blackout is through
More power corrupts
More power improves

Do you commit your power
To the ones you love
Or do you share your power
Like me?
You see I rarely run low
My battery recharge with every smile I see!

Eternity is right now
In this moment
Eternal life belongs to those
who live in the present
Profoundly we forget
Limiting our’s or other’s
Power of equality

Obviously
The power of quality
Isn’t what it ought to be
If you think you’re powerless
Or crazier yet
More powerful than me
Then ask yourself why do you
Believe what you believe
Then start to
Set your spirit free
Catch up with the rest of us!

Control that which your powers allow
Let everything else go
The craft is only perfected
By the ability to let energy flow

Take a deep breath until
You can't hold it any longer
And as you finally release it
You’ll be gasping ever stronger

Trees fall, some burn
Some are diseased or infested with worms
Yet you are a tree rooted in your own beliefs
Never letting go of a single leaf

Concentrate on who you are
But meditate on who you desire to become
Knowing the power of reality
And the power of creation are one

A white lie is still a lie!
behind trivial reasoning
there always hides
an out right lie
……..

Slowly in comfort
is the ideal depletion

Serotonin state of wonder
pointlessly increasing

Pleasantly dreamy
Hearth fire warming

Asleep and unaware
a life without warning

Preferably
But not for me
Bring it all on I wanna see
I wanna live I wanna reach
I got no time for indifferent sleep

Is it moral
being the gate keeper
deciding when life shall emerge?
If not the best timing
shall new life be purged?

I speak of my farm
swarming with new birth
Did god appoint me caretaker
of a piece of his earth?

If all of these wombs
were actually placed in my charge
my world would become
far to large!

It appeared to be true
all the pieces seemed as if they fit
we were all in agreement
our rules served the greater good
oh how those ethnic standers lifted us!

Now it postoperative time!

Here, in the far north
It's time to plan for snow
What ever is left on bare ground
For the season will be froze
The birds of fowl
Within their coops
No longer to be noticed
'Til the nights of long
Have come and gone
On the flip side of the Solis

In a darken state
Of the Poetic mind

Abilities are frozen
To reason and rhyme

Frostbitten thoughts
Creeping sublime

Oh how we'll long
For sweet spring
Sunshine
....
....

Tormenting tears of unrest
Tattooed upon my soul
Even if it were possible
I could never let this go
As my nightmares
Bleed into ink stains
Vaguely explaining why
I embrace the night with blindness
'Til once again I die...

Beautifully Broken...

And so
Even a master falls
Down from heaven
To lose it all

Hell is but pain
We hold in our hearts
Pushing our lies
In our grocery carts

Behind my eyes
I see me crawl
No where to fly
Behind these walls

It's only a glitch
In the mind set of fear
In need of control
It's "I" that steers

A human condition
Assigned to a dream
Beautifully Broken
Priestess less Priest

The comfort of sorrow
Darkens our hope
Holding to tight
To the noose of the rope

Let go and fall
Into the void
Somewhere beyond
This life we destroy

Awake the Master
And come back home
Don't believe the lies
For we are never alone!


Dear Priestess
Please come back
........................

I’m not on your side unless you’re on the side of peace.
Manufacturing consent for war is but propaganda of the beast.
I assure you, it’s not god’s will that people go to war and ****.
…..,
I believe you need a new priest.

Once upon a time
26 years ago
I was forced
To stuff those feelings down
All that had ever
Made me sad
Or left me feeling low
Such feelings I denounced
So easily they seemed to go...
That's when I started writing
Poetry to save my life
Bars upon those windows
And beyond the free sunshine

So many years
I escaped my miseries
Unfortunately
They all still existed
Somewhere
Subconsciously...
Life is a struggle
Trying to realign
Poetry connected me
To the Divine
..............................

THANKSGIVING FOR POETS

Don't give up so **** easy!
Try and find a common ground
Don't be that same old stubborn ***
Put away your
Know it all crowns

Those loving eye's
With the judgmental squint
Here's a tool to not get bent
Write a poem
While taking a ****
Do flush
But let your words set
Near the stool
So all can read
Don't be cruel
Let your poetry
Read!

Share the love!
It’s a gifted of the Divine....

What is this chronic sense
of unfinished business
that wakes me in the night

The problem of problems
will never cease
pushing these rock up the hill

Motivation is important
for our perception
as our fulfilment
remains incomplete

What is this treasure
that we seek
to take with us
beyond
?

Aesthetics visualized
Dissected and processed
Non-corporeal to physical
Infinite particles vibrating
In unfathomable patterns
Disappearing, reappearing
Momentarily stored
In biographic memory
And finally set free
Onto the canvas
of reality

Imagine if you could sense
Where a loved one was
Or even when a loved one was in distress From far, far away!

But then I thought to myself
How would technology
Ever stand a chance to climb
To sore into
Enlightenment!

And so I pulled my product off the shelf
And destroy the patent

It’s good thing Procter & Gamble
Didn’t get their hands on that one.

And in the rapture
Of those forgotten
The stars shall spark
A final bargain

Within the eye
An eternal light
Beyond the realm
Of wrong versus right

To exist forever
Shall drive our will
Beyond the knowing
Of the subjectively real..

When “what have I done”  finally sets in.
You’ll never be on board
for any war again!

I must apologies
I have a tendency to project
It happens when I read
  A poem of abuse or neglect...
Bad things happen
Good people go bad
That was my reality
  The only one I had...
So hold on tight
To your poetry
and to your soul
You're similar
  To the way I was
Years ago...

I'm just projecting an old role!
........................................

The interpretation
Is determined
By the viewer

Steady your brush strokes
Choose your colours carefully
Groom the melody
Allow the bridge to connect us

The walls of paradise
Are but a creators prison
Snakes slither within
That which was meant
To keep evil out

The cosmos are but a picture
In our minds limited eye
We see from within
We believe our lies
As our projections
Redefine

A devil in common
Forms  new friends
Share the rage
Make amends
Take up arms
Dress to ****
Join our party
Save yourselves
.......