Reject my love as you may
Slowly break my heart
Each and everyday
Beautifully Broken
Here I lay

And with
In my poem
All that could ever be
Remains unknown
Cryptic in origin
The soul's entries

Be still
As I convey this hug
Engulfing you
In my love
Close the blinds
Lock your legs
Read not these words
I insist to say

Hit like
Just to be nice
A heart that's been broken
Lies
Hidden behind
Star struck eyes
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Deep in my psyche
There's a poetry thirst
Dry are my thoughts
In wind storms of words

My heart is a desert
Of blistering heat
My mind is crawling
Towards a salty sea

And there at the edge
Of an ink-less abyss
I so hunger
And thirst
Just to write
And to live
>>>>>>>>

All these states of hell
Awaiting every path
Every step we take
Knives in our backs

Every dream that dies
Dust in changing winds
Every time you cry
Every time you bend

States of hell
No warning call
Before it rubs you raw
And no
It has nothing to do with sin!
It's merely a state of hell
   In the bitter end...

I find such words
So empty and meaningless
They possess no special gift
Nor do they craft
A love as a perilous journey
Or dream aloud in bliss

So freely we fly
Unpredictable skies
Crash indeed we may
On poetic wings
We express our falls
And fly again
  Just the same...

Evil is at the door
Help isn’t coming
I slip out the back
momentarily
compromised
now running
A positions I take
to survive




These state’s
in which we exist
Are temporary
........

I am on a mission
An oath of heart and mind
I pledge to do the right things
Each and every time!

I'm sure I'll stumble
And I'll surely stagger
Doing what's right
Is no small matter

But if I fumble
And drop the ball
I’ll pick it back up
And heed the call

Give in? I refuse
Even if I lose
Doing what's right
Is what I'll choose
....

Spiritual books
Systematic teachers
All are just roads
To be stuck upon
When it’s time to let go
You will know
The universe is calling you to grow!

Stick Man

Sticks and bones
Can write a poem
But words are
Seldom worthy
To explain
A deeper want
Like real beef
Instead of turkey...
To convey
Questionable thoughts
Where moralities
Ever pending
To write it down
And pass it on
Creative ears
Keep bending...

Skull

Bones and sticks
hand to pen
merely words, unspoken
driving down, to the end
not everything, is broken
tortured thoughts
as happiness sought
never simple, or easy
driving down the misery
of doors and feelings
open
....

Living deep
Out in my forest
In an attempt
To close my mind
It fail upon
A dark October
In a better
  Vanished time...
When we were young
And life was bolder
I never thought
We'd get older
While recklessly
We lived as if we
  Could never die...
In drones of silence
The heart beats on
Slowly now
As I write my songs
And here I play another solo
   As I turn to face the night...

Over the years the notes play on
The music gets old so we write new songs
Practice our words and keep them in key
Times to change then repeat the beats
Patterns I hastily strum
Unique precisions I pick
I am but a fungus in the forest
A back woods hick
The flower, the ****
***** my guitar
I am an ember in the fire
Music is indeed my greatest desire

Dead and dying the second death
My eyes grow dim, faint of breath
Still I run
Thoughts exhausted, logic fails
An endless flight I exhale
Still I run
Shards of rock, broken glass, barefoot past
Callous mind, soaking sweat blind
Still I run
Round and round, winding down
Nowhere bound, lost and never found
And still I run
Dreams of old come and go
Rain and snow my greatest foe
Still I run
Body ailing, muscles failing
Obstacles I swerve, constant left-hand curves
But still I run until I'm done
In the early morning hours
And then I go in ... and take a shower

Love to me
Is but a spiritual matter
I am not married
By law of man
Or religious decree
And
After twelve years
With the same lady
I realize now
We are two
Spiritual beings
With choices
Perhaps
That's why we're still together!

Another tragic moment relived
I wake up and catch my breath
The image of my little girl
Clear as the day I left

I’m so afraid of seeing her again
But more afraid I may never see her again
It’s a wonder that I can ever smile
But time lets me breathe once in a while

This wall built between us
Cast a shadow upon my soul
This burning bridge separates us
Burning beyond my control

Somehow I must return to her
To reconcile the love she missed
Somehow I must resolve this
And help to heal her brokenness

I 'm bravely fearful
The bitter end
Is still quite far away
That's why I live
So lowly
Buried in outer space
Counting the blessings
Of every curse
It seemed better
When things were worst

This final oxymoron
Makes perfect sense
I'm fearfully confident
At my own expense
It freely cost
More then I own
That's why I stay sober
Cause I'm trying to get ******!

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.

Breathtaking
Her curses
And form
She cracked
The mold
When she
Was born

Into the
Heart of man
Arrived
She slipped
Within
Their night

She fell
from grace
Inside a storm
Cursed be man
For now
She's torn...

As the storm blows over
The calming effect slowly sets in
Leaving me in a state of disarray
Finally my paths are open
But it's hard to move
I guess that storm
Nearly ran me through

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O­h ionic sky above
Let loose your naughty rain
Crash your clouds in thunder
White lightening flash in vain
Hydrate this thirsty dryness
Plaguing my barren glands
Set forth her winds a blowing
From where sweet love began

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B­lizzards, tornadoes, hurricanes
and typhoons
The Mother Nature of me
wants to stir the storms of you
My deepest desires dwelling inside my mind
Hitting my heart like thunder and lightning
Sparks intensified
Walking on clouds dreaming of you
Spinning in whirlwinds my teardrops of truth’s
Catch me for I’m falling from heaven above
With the wants of kissing your angel lips of love

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Flower of the morning dew
My gods approve of only you
Wisdom of my sins ascend
Guide my wonder to your ends
To where the storms begin

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A mighty volcano burning deep down within
Raging passion swirling a cyclone of sins
Drenched in a downpour of lust
An eruption of showers quenching our thirst
Changing the atmosphere as our bodies collide
The binding of our hearts together
forever entwined
Infinite our love boundless by time
For I am Yours and You are mine

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What part of my experience are you?

Oh these things we're capable of doing

While we sleep in a hive of animation

Yes indeed you're a strange sensation!

As a stranger
In my own world
I can appreciate
Your fears
I still don't know
What's my role
Or why the hell
I'm here
Obviously
I am different
And I know
I'm supper strong
To navigate
This crazy world
Where I'm sure
I don't belong
.....................

Frequencies of low vibrations
Restrict my even flow
The sinking heaviness
Of the poverty stricken
Weighs a tons upon the whole

See, my soul is not an institution
My love is not a level field
I cast my pearls and join the swine
With whom I share my festive meals

I retreat upon my lonely hill
And close my weary blinds
Where I saved one of their pills
To settle my restless mind

I think I'll stay home next time!

I recognise my ego nature
as I fall into
judgemental rage..
Still, I grasp a hold of my mind
allowing my higher self to take the stage.
Thoughts are clouds
they’re plagues, they’re thief’s,
of which
mindfulness is the only relief.

Worse than an American diet
stress will take its toll…
Better learn to meditate
before you get too old!

She would not answer
Her cell phone
I told myself It didn't matter
In my mind she was there
With another man
Leaving my voice all but gone
My heart beating in unrest
How did I let her
Get this far inside my head?

Puppets we are, being strung along
By the unseen forces of nature
Beyond our mortal control
With a desire to remain forever young
Yet against our will, we continue to grow old

The strings get cut yet the nerves still twitch
Perhaps to return somewhere our souls itch
Lost in this bottomless pit of dream
And blinded by all these things

If the puppet master were I
I wouldn’t allow anybody to die
Even if you told a thousand lies

And at least you'd know
The true face of your maker
And if somebody broke I’d be the breaker
Yet I wouldn’t be offended by the foresaker

But I’m only a puppet to blind to tell
Isn’t that the real hell?

I once got caught
In a devil's deal
Jokers, jacks
A queen of thrills
A full house
Of faceless cards
I once got dealt
A hand of liars

Yet life is that
A poker game
Double down
While you remain
Go all in
And take a chance
Win or lose
Your shirt and pants!

And so it came to pass
And now it’s far behind
Just another overreaching
Paradigm
Soon a new one will come
With new solutions
And new problems

Our goals out weigh
Our final resolves
And so we struggle
To finally evolve

I didn’t see the gorilla
who just walked through
There was to much information
where my eyes were glued

While the copious lecture
I ride along
At memorising manual
I’m not that strong.

Community college was such a breeze. I still owe money for their worthless degree.

In America, that’s how we roll!!
Paying for our education
while we’re growing old.
….

Stumbling into reason
The settling dust recedes
Stars so bright and brilliant
So much to know and be

The answers of the universe
Clustered within the mind
Simple state of chance
The emergence of divine

Hope is but an invisible rope
Tethered to our fear
A glow within the darkness
Draws a silent tear

A tear for those who pass
Into the great beyond
Fear shall slowly fade
Cause soon we'll all be gone...

Coming on the clouds
Your reward arrives
You made yourself pure
You made yourself wise
Beyond reproach
You held to your faith
Stuck to the path
Your death is now safe!

Invisible spirit creature
Made it alright
Reincarnate and repete
Stumbling through lives
...

The more matter the merrier
My extroversion for love
Can hardly be satisfied
People, animals
Mountain, canyons
Forest and sea
Blue skies
Down to mysterious galaxies
Love is the material
That existence is made of!

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

Politics are enraging
a running with the bulls
I use to follow reverently
My anger rarely cooled

Math is but patterns
repeating through our lives
love doesn’t adds up
equity with our strife

Science is quite random
our awareness of measurements
try to rap your mind around
an abyss of happenstance

History forlorn
a past of cultural lies
beware the tellers of the truth
for the end is always nigh

Psychology interesting
‘til ya figure it out for yourself
Freud would have us all
living in a state of doubt

Quantum Physics
a subject that takes me home
to the matrix
of my soul
where I'm subject to be
never alone!

Tip'toeing around
An endless maze
Of hypocrisy
Thankfully grounded
In a state tolerance

Paradigm of equality
Yes I do believe
We shall all
Live forever
In or out
Of time

As our soul reflect
Within the fires
Of personal subjectivities

Transparent truths
Of who we really are
Burning eternally
The path goes beyond
Creation

The poetic mind
Can only be studied
In an observational
Capacity

Any attempt
Of measurement
Would surely
Effect the out come
Resulting in a chaotic
Reaction

It appears
Sub poetic particles
Prefer to remain
Unobserved
In their natural order
...

Perfection
Is such a bore
It's not what
My poetry
Has in-store
I want it all
Then again
I want more
Perfection
Is like an
Infected sore
Always itching
Always at war
Never healing
The inner core
Never reaching
The distant shore
It's perfection
Or nothing more...
And that's why
It's such a bore
.........

Doom is my companion, he breathes me
Death is beyond my grasp, it taunts me
My love has gone missing without a trace
My spirit lost in an in-between place

Such is my pain, have I lost this game
Pictures fade, faces without names
Reality an infection growing in my brain
**** sweltering heat, I wish it would rain

This bed I have made on broken glass
Where nightmares linger, sweet dreams pass
This dread unending, this ache that dwells
I am but a ghost of a man in my own hell...

Can you show me where love has gone
Like a missing chord in some sappy song
I have searched until I no longer care
Finding comfort in such despair

A rain of wonder fell upon
A land of broken dreams
Left its rainbow bright and brilliant
As any dreamer ever dreamed
No sooner did these dreams come true
The cloud returned to gray
And left me in this dreamland
Lost within the haze

Can we return to the passage
Where the answers seem so clear
Where the angel of the constellations
Dried up swelling tears
Where love and dreams walked hand in hand
Through eternity evermore
Where honesty and true compassion
Were the key to heaven’s door

Instead I wake up to this madness
Of constant give and take
Where the trees of life hardly bend
Before your spirit breaks
And a broom that sweeps the broken pieces
Underneath the rug of yesterday
Guided by the hands of time
To which we all have fallen slaves ...

If I could only shift
There has to be a better reality of me
Simply
Set the quantum computations
The electrons are in all realities at once
Why are we stuck in this version
Of the universe?

100,000 children starved to death in two months. We need to intervene in all genocides. Sudan is the Gaza you haven’t heard about.

The Devil
came down to reason...
His ethics no longer conflict
I think it only fair to say
twas true love
I mostly missed...

A wise man
Once tried to teach me
If all else seems to fail
Listen to the universe
The wisdom that it tells
The voices within
The white noise
Unfolding like a spell
The vibration illuminates
The reasons for your hell
Open up your spirit's eye
See what can't be seen
This is only temporary
All this suffering
........

Sugar is harmfully addictive
but imagine going without.
A taste of bittersweet chocolate melting in your mouth.
But look a little deeper processed in your bread, hidden sugars in every box and bottle that you’re fed.
Mailodextrin the silver bullet of death, they sprinkle it on your potato chips and they hide it in your dips! Processed and re-processed till the sugar has been refined, many American eats 3 pounds of sugar a week and of that fact they’re blind.
Insulin levels suffer as the diabetics take their dope, another box of ice cream, another cherry Coke.

Pharmaceutical, healthcare and insurance profiting..
A sudden stop by McDonald’s on the way to Burger King.

To sum it up
I choose two words
Heaven & Hell
Both exist simultaneously
In the same place
At the same time
You can't experience one
Without the other present
Love attracts hate mingled with fear
Fear is a state of hell in my heaven...

Summer comes and messes lay
I’m getting old and I’m getting gray.
I think I’ll take my time and pick up this mess
then go do my chores
But first some rest …

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

Shadows are the part of us
that refuse to grow.
We need to integrate them back
neatly in stow.
........

And so they prayed
Then they hugged
And went their own way
Magical feelings
Natural chemicals  
Within healthy
Minded brains
A sensation of knowing
Children's eyes glowing
Spirits and souls
And holier ghost
Shaking, falling
   The proof of slain...
Vivid are our
Childhood memories
Of the acceptable insane
...

No one reads poetry
on Sunday mornings.
So I don’t post on Sunday’s.
until late afternoon.

But here’s a tidbit for ya!

Roses are red violets are indeed blue
Life is beautiful and so are you!

Are you certain
Of the paths beyond
Can you be sure
Before you're gone

Do you believe
There's a time set
Perhaps it just
Hasn't happened yet

Were you passed over
When the miracles
Were rendered
Do you really believe
Or are you a pretender?

Because after all
We read the guide
The how to live
And never die

The call for help
That rarely came
The smiling preacher
Who god ordained

To lead us all
Through our disbelief's
But where will we land
In our free fall leap?