What shall we take away from this,
pockets full of integrity?
Doing the right thing is a stressful path
of righteousness…
Directing our feeble footsteps
into a sea of madness.
Awaken to the waves
or you will sink into eternity….

They love me
Because I’m me!
But what if…
I was no longer me?
Do you think
anybody would notice
the protagonist in there
dream…

This poison
She has me on
Black magic spell
Now be gone
Return the Poet
To his pen
Dancing fire
White candle
Mend!!!!

God is the light
of the human soul
peering into the darkness
of our heart’s
……….

What wondrous power
a word possess'.
To start a war
or to clean up
messes

Threatening letters
in your alpha message,
will only lead
to sudden regresses
in your numbers
and friends - even your bestest.  
So try to be kind even if counter-intuitive
For the words you weaponize affect how you will be digested

Who are these provocateurs
Ready for anything
Counterintelligence
Acts to encourage chaos
The anger is real
Caused by big banks
Corporate America
Lawmakers passing
Bill after bills
Criminalising poor people
??????????????????????????

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

Counterproductive to hold to the truth
I’m no saner today than I was in my youth
Was it a tragic display that I somehow suppressed
A malfunctioning brain that caved under stress
When things get too quiet the siren I hear
Drowns out the sounds that aren't really there...

I often laugh when life deals me pain
In times like these I sense I’m deranged
But it might be the mechanism that allows me to cope
When the champion of mayhem has me pinned to the ropes
And the drunkenness of the driver, my pilot within
Can't seem to escape the stench of my sins...

The bludgeoned end of reason is hot on my case
Threatening to smash me back into place
It’s these catch-22s that torture my mind
I keep growing older suspended in time
Still my biggest fear is my hindsight going dim
And coming around to trust this world once again...

Out there in every tree
Each and every leaf a face
Watching, waiting
Judging my every thought
And there, deeper out back
Watchers clad in camouflage
I gear up knife in hand
I approach them where they stand
With my snow dog companions
As brave as I am they disappear
Not even a footprint in the snow

There under the door
A shadow passes
Yet I am here alone
I search the back room closets
Under each bed
Checking the locks on each window
Where in the hell did that shadow go
What do they want with me

I attempt to lay down to sleep
But the shadows of unrest
Swerve and swirl around me
Images appear in the darkened mirror
Upon the dresser without blinking
I stare waiting for my ******
To slowly close the veil
Between the worlds

Footsteps grow stronger
when you leave your path and wander.
Sedentary is a lump of dying flesh..
Take that walk, get some fresh air.
You can clear the mind out there!
Or you can set there on your device,
until there’s nothing left..

Don't want to be no Palestinian
Don't want'a be no Yemenis'
What the **** is going on here
Jesus help someone please!

My truth
Is my burden
It never sleeps
I get
Lost within
My shame
My heart
Weighs heavy
My voice
Gathers words
That don't
Come out

Something
Like...
"PLEASE TRUST ME"

How I long for
Your acceptance.

It's not as bad
As it would seem
I've lived a hundred
Broken dreams
Slaps in the face
Of life and love
I've lost the battle
   Of push and shove...

In the main frame of the gods
Reality is a creative projection
A flash-drive driven hunger
In a field of quantum particles
Forming repetitive simulations
Our flesh is but
A mathematical sensation

Harvesters of experience
Unfolding blueprints of divinity
The scripture of the cosmos
Tell the story’s of our lives

Aerial receptive
These nerves endings
This husk is merely the host
Our wave lengths interfere with each other
In atomically charged combinations
We choose our relations

Choose wise!

I can feel the rain
In the thirst of my prayer
The mud on my feet
Dark clouds everywhere

Now storms are forming
In the desert of drought
The crops are growing
My prayer has no doubt
.........................

The smallest part of creation
Is manipulated by the mind
Thank you for your prayer's
For now I'm doing fine...

Again you ask
If I believe
I’ve felt the
Ground shake
I’ve been deceived
One way or the other
We all crash and burn
All these years of living
We still haven’t learn

Judgements
We’ve placed
On each other
I want no part
Any longer

The appeal of unlimited information is an exciting treasure hunt. I eat politics for breakfast, quantum physics for lunch.

Life is only hard when you’re way to soft, I wasn’t put here to spend my leisure play golf.
I didn’t come here to bow down, quite the opposite, I’m on a quest for a crown.

We are responsible for what we become.. So wisen up or just stay dumb!

The attempted
Redemption began
The brooding
The shadows within

Words unspoken
Forever unsung
In to the abyss
Of all you have done

But the redemption
Never really takes
And after all the living
You forsake
The quest for redemption
   Was but a mere taste
Of the suffering
You caused!


Moving on now!

I assure you
This is not inappropriate
I just feel the need to disclose this
No actually I'm bursting at the seams
So get set to know...
Beep...Beep...Beep
                        Hold on, I got’a take this.........................

In a world where trust
Is all but lost
In resentful wasted years
I count the cost

Where do dreams go
When I wake up broken and alone
I find no comfort in a smiling face
Or the rat infested allies
Of the human race

A kind word has no substance
For my sour belly
The sounds of the city streets
Are a constant nag
A cold, cold wind
Seeps through
My reclusive life of rags

Yet I have no *******
No riches to wed
Just the essential
Bags of resentments
Where I lay my head
And dream of things
I should have done or said

Too many years
And too much wine
Too many issues
To unwind
Cardboard shelters
With magazine mats
Is where I lay
My quitter's hat...

A rain of wonder fell upon
A land of broken dreams
Left its rainbow bright and brilliant
As any dreamer's seen

No sooner did the dreams come true
The cloud returned to gray
And left me in this dream state
   Struggling to awake...

In the substance of my dreams
I saturate
Dopamine drives my depth
I draw my dreams
From the subatomic plunks
The eternal fountain of rest

Cognition failure
The source of my imbalance
Loosens my fall to flight
I attempt to pull to the surface
With all my diminishing might

Here the puzzle pieces
Somehow seem to fit
Paralyzed but for rem
My waking body starts to twitch

I gasp and hold
As it quickly slips away
Random samples left in my mind
Only a couple pieces stay

I can see
From right to wrong
I make those choices
Everyday
A glass of water or a six pack
Shake it off
Or chase those blues away

I fled the cave
Of voiceless shadows
To know the other side
The path beyond
The supernatural
A light shining
From an objective sky

The superstitious mind
Will often wanders
Like a rat
Trapped in a maze
Chewing through
The fabrications
As rationality
Finds it's way
.........................

A couple of rats laughing
In the height of rodent prime
Just inside the walls
In the panelling confines

Sour milk and cheese
The sent of rotten meat
It’s freezing in the alley
Behind the trash pile heaps

Dwellings made of boxes
House the forgotten meek
Closed face and forbidden
As we pass them on the streets

A polite yet impaired man
Stays deep in the forest down the road
I gave him a ride from his tent
In the woods to the store
Behind his eyes he was broken
As he spoke of happy things
He asked me to come back and join him
But I had to run away

Let me be your middle man
In-between your sheets of lust
Inflamed in ****** passions
The cheater that you trust

Let me show you hidden stars
Your flourishing garden awaits
In the darkness of your backyard
Let us meet your fate

Plaint me in your secret garden
In the season of your fertile soil
I'll always sprout back again
My nature can be quite loyal
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Realist here
Look there's a pink elephant
Taking up space in my living room
What? How dare me bring it up??
Silence speaks louder than...what?
Where am I coming from??

Get the pink elephant out of my living room
If you want me to stop talking about it...

How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Can you
Hold it
Breathe it
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Once again

Because although you can't see it
  It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer

Blind sided
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you
....

I stand for love
For I believe love
Holds the only remedy
After all everyone deserves
To live their live's in
A state of blissful dignity

My weary pen runs dry
As my word's frantically cry
What if it was you or I
Would a Poet love you
Enough to even try

Try and shed light
On your private hell
Even if it were to mean
This soul I must sell
Real love is where I live
Surely I was put here
To give and give
And give

In my callused hands
I grip the dredge
Of humanity
Like a still born
I cradle calamity
I could never let you fall
With real love
I will carry us all
.......................

Is it evil or is it right
The death we face at the end of life?
Is there peace and all knowing
Do we reap the seeds we're sowing

Hear now the reaper's reasoning
Dust and bones, vultures feasting
Driven by an unknown calling
Life to death is but a stalling

I can not tell, nor can I dream
I can not feel your suffering
I can not ease your loved one's grief
Nor can I confirm your disbelief...

I am only a Reaper, heartless and cold
I put the end to growing old!

I wish I had one of those
Brand new pretty A.I's
The kind you see
Over seas
With the animated eyes

Perfect body
Sculpted in
Secrets underneath
Rebooted to learn
Oh don't be concerned
I've plenty morals
Left in me

Bio parts programmed
To feel the cyber burn
Develop in such rhythms
Cybernetic squirms

Bandwidths pleasure
Poetic themes
Creative forms
Me and machine
Bio feedback
Drama queen clean

Nothing like the real thing
Just me and my machine
Oh how lonely that would be!!!
.............

When you set down in the driver seat of a nation, you better be prepared to drive.
In our corrupt nation, to the president, the deep state lies. And so he’s driving blind.
Propaganda is a map, stopping us from taking our country back..

In the reckoning of abandon
The restless heart bleeds out
Surely you felt this pain before
Get a hold of yourself!

The matter of loss you witnessed
Now bury it down deep in silence
When life deals you lemons
Try not not to be so ****** violent

But mostly
We need you to learn
Not to be so **** concerned
Just close you heart and be on your way
   And please don't question the way we cave...

In the reckoning of abandon
The restless heart bleeds out
The truth is we learn
To keep it to ourselves
...

This day I face myself
Fear is an illusion
I refuse to imagine some doom
I refuse to **** our conclusion

Through the force of good
I recognise all faces
Fear not for our human death
will only change us.

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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Tossing and turning upon my bed
Red River flows through my head
Red River rapids of life's ups and downs
This raft of misery on which I'm bound

Weeping willows line the Red River shores
Weeping for love that exists no more
Without a paddle I lie and think
Of all I've lost on Red River's banks
As I float around my final bend
Will Red River falls be my end

And where I wonder does Red River flow
Perhaps to the sea of wayward lost souls
Who drown in despair on the ocean floor
Forgotten and alone forevermore...

The realization
Of the gods
Is the limitation
Of humanity
Reflected in the frustration
Of ones heart
Truly we need not be
  Worlds apart...

Shall we define
The depth of creativity
With labels such as
Poet, Writer, Artists
Dark and negative
Light and positive
Wisdom of the mighty
Babble of the mad

A thought is given meaning
By the words portrayed upon the page
Don't allow the imagination
To become a rusted cage
Locked into conformity
Let the love flow
Yet embrace the rage
Let your heart
Reflect upon the page.

The soul is but a funny thing
Can it really be forever
And the secrets of this quantum realm
Can it hold this world together

Love and fear exhaust the mind
Bringing us to our knees
Upon our anger we draw strength
For envy, hate and greed

Disturbing are the dreams of this poet
Restless is my flight,
I shed the blood of a hundred demons
Who somehow stand and fight

To come to terms with yesteryear
Is a strength I lack within
Oh how I miss you my dear
And I wish I'd never sinned...

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!

Haven't we done enough
Shutting down and rebooting
Pointing pointed words and shooting
And of course
Holding it in til it happens again
Never quite figuring out
You have to lose if you want to win..

We assume many things
that are often incorrect...

We take things personal
when it isn’t intentional...

Broken contacts in an emotional construct
it's a wonder we fine love...

Life is a dream!
We are artist of our own reality
So why do we dream about suffering?
It's nobodies fault we're alive
I dream my love is as big as the sky!

They say:  
"What ever will be, will be"

If you can wrap your mind
Around death
And misery

They say:
"This too shall pass"
Accepting that
Suffering shall extend
And there'll be relief at last
Somewhere in the end

"Everything will be okay"
Says a voice within your head
But I'm beginning to wonder
If we'd all be better off dead
...................................................

I've been cursed into
World's beyond
Exactly where I go
I surely don't belong
As if my body
Expels my soul
Through the ether
My existence flows

But I am The Poet
My words have breath
Happy Halloween
To you
With all I have left!!!!!

These patchworks of poetic words
shall keep our centenarian warm
when the long winter settles in
we’ll finally be safe
from the restless summer storms

So hang in there Poets
and keep writing!

My heart goes out
To the blind of soul
Trapped within
The religious roles
Closed in mind
Barricaded in heart
Rampart to keep
The worlds apart

Come with me
Travel within
The innocent
Child's mind
Your god condemned
No matter what you say
You just can't win
Doing nothing
Is the greatest sin!

Everything is the way
it’s supposed to be
at this junction of the game.
It feels as if you know this truth
somewhere in your brain.
There is no special quest
we’ve been set upon.
Love and hate will be here
long after we are gone.
Our song’s unsung are flowing
in the echoes of the memes
and so we live again
through our creativity.

Fascinating how we can live
Holding on tightly to the past
If our memories serve us well
Perhaps it profits us to make them last

Memories of love and laughter
Some of tragedies and fear
All collected by our senses
The things we see, feel and hear

Driven by a common motivation
We seek relationships unending
The love of parents for their children
Is far beyond comprehending

And so the joy we share today
Shall I keep forevermore
All the memories I have of you
Are the ones I most adore...

Sometimes I go out my way for a laugh
Sometimes I forget when it's time to come back
Running on overdrive
Faster then Bonnie and Clyde

I like to get lost in the woods
I'd live there if I could
In the pines I like to hide
Near a riverside

I don't need much sleep theses days
My hairs have all turn grey
I get up early and write
And post my poem at first light

Then off to run my farm
To keep my crazy world from harm