We all have our reasons
As we come and then go
Living life's lessons
Learning new roles
Not enough time
To experience it all
Life is a game
Love is the ball

There's a beacon Shining
From the poet's soul
Illuminating beauty
Every where it goes
Here we gather
And share what we are
Lesions on heartstrings
Immortal scars

Givers and takers
Losers and thefts
Chasing the rush
The creative release!

I like to rhyme way with way
But I have so much more to say
Since I have a higher technological mind
I’ll be rhyming time with time
Now, now
Don’t be jealous of all my rhymes
I’m alive and doing fine

My cheating heart
   Tried and rebuked
Untamed hunger
Bearing raw fruit
Bewares these eyes
That pierce through the soul
Seeking out cheaters
Somehow they know
He'll never suspect
They'll never roll
No need to fear
Just let your'self go
Only a cheater really knows
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At this point of my experience,
I am very content with my reality.
Happiness is being alive, I came here to live a good life and know love from an individual perspective.

Why are you here?

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
.......

Would you eat
something called
a chicken dumping?
Well I use to,
three older brothers and a sister
I ate mostly dumplings!

Strutting like a rooster
In the hen house of love
Crowing and a pecking
At a pigeon then a dove

Spurs *****
Feathers flying
I struck and stuck
A duck just lying

Fertile are the eggs
My girls tend to lay
Let them hatch
Or eat them
With some bacon
If you crave

My meat no longer tender
Unlike the farmers pig
They won't eat me for dinner
And so I get to live

Strutting in this farm yard
I surely have the life
****-a-do-doe-do
I crow
With all my might!!
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Gleaming with dreamy themes
Of serene scenes, their eyes smile
Rejuvenated in vitality, afresh in purpose
The mere innocence of  child

Blessed by companionship they belong
As strong as rage the soothing calm
On lucid daydreams their spirits climb
The winds of wonder fill their minds

A day so very enchanted
Their hearts beat as one
They march on like heroes
Off into a setting sun…

Anti surrender
Captured off guard
Forced enlistment
Slavery or starve
These are your choices
Hail to the King
Or get off your assets
And live your own dreams!

The whole world looks like a Christmas card
With glistening snow and shimmering stars
From jingle bells to silent nights
To all the sleepy-eyed little tykes
Hopes and dreams reach euphoric highs
As the excitement of our spirits fly
Peace descends upon this world we know
Warmth and love every good parent shows
Mercy and forgiveness fills our Christmas hearts
Families come together who’ve long been far apart
And when given the selfless choice
    May the heart of black sheep rejoice…

When the search is finally over

The real journey will begin

Unless

Of course

You're searching for home

Cause we've already been
...

The opposite of repentance
Is rebellion
The opposite of resignation
Is reincarnation
A child feels something amazing
So he does it again
And there for
The opposite of righteousness
Is a struggle within!

We are the creators
of our own creation’s
a manifestation
by manipulation…
Let us shine together
in a loving array
we have the power
to reform the clay!

We are the creators
of our own creation’s
a manifestation
by manipulation…
Let us shine together
in a loving array
we have the power
to reform the clay!

Is it not clear and apparent
These paths we forsake
To subscribe to such morals
And decline to partake

At different degrees we shed our skin
Our potential's apparently flawed in the end
We instill golden rules in the minds of our young
Paradoxical beliefs about Bibles and guns

Devils and demons who knock at our doors
Heretics and killers calling for wars
Lobbyists and liars scorching our earth
Yet we are responsible for all that it's worth.

I have no fear,
I count no sins…
I know how I serve,
I know who I am..
I am not as fragile
as the body I’m in!

Today…
Anger swiftly passed me by,
******* flying high..
I nod and wave, have I nice day!!
I’m sending love your weary way!!

At two mice power
my wheel's are'a rolling
Get back jack
I'm a smocking an'a toking
What would you know
'bout that?!
I been down
to the bottom of the bottle
These cliches
are hard to swallow
I 'm ready to lead
if you'ready to follow
right off the bat
Don't mind if your thin
don't care if you're fat
leave a number
I'll hit you back
as a matter of fact!
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I sorely perceived
my past miss deeds
unsteadily I crawled
up off of bent knees
the road was hard
gravity strong
pulling me down
where I believed
I belonged

addictions still lingers
truth’s a higher place
living the victim role
is a detour to grace
the shadow of death
beckon the weak
life is to treacherous
go back to sleep

I’ve come to far
to throw in the towel
I’ll get this right
and help you tomorrow!

I have driven
The climbing mind
Far past the cliffs
Of "by design"
Above the caves
Of spiritual slaves
With nothing left
To give away

I have scaled
The suffering soul
With broken spirit
I'm sure you know
How high the summit
As we grow old...

Mostly though
I'm so glad I had
A chance to meet you
Upon this road
...

Define the state of nothingness

Empty pictures fill no mind
The possibilities are less than less

For the non-existence kind
...

Being
High on a hill
Don't make us divine
Looking down
The spirit goes blind
Say what you believe
Believe what you see
Until you come down
And set the clouds free
.........

Being
high on a hill
don't make us divine.
Looking down
the spirit goes blind.
Say what you believe..
Believe what you see..
Until you come down
and set the clouds free!

Try and wrap
Your mind around
A paradox
Quite grotesque
Existing within
A parallel
While bypassing
Togetherness

An ideology
Of choseness
To survive
The end of days
Will hold us
In its clutches
And suspend us
In its maze
...

I follow not
the rainbows end
the *** of gold
that wares men thin
such are the riches
that turn to stone
loss of reasons
lazy prone
and so I strive
to remain unknown!

Traveler
is not my real name
in the poetry world
I shall never know fame
few will listen
Fewer will read
the need to be heard
is but a social disease

I write for an outlet
for these words in my head
I can never abandon
my lover in red
easing my burdens
massaging my soul
life is but a dream
then we wake up and go!

The next door neighbors
Had their own
Bomb shelter
In "their" basement
If the bomb dropped
This family of seven
Planned to safely survive
But
Many town folk secretly planned
To also pack in
Friends and strangers
All who knew about it
Their
Closest and farthest kin
All would be crowded inside
To eat up their snacks
Their five children had told
Everyone at school
Imagine that!
Standing in front
Or waiting out back
Not enough room
Survival was stacked
Thank goodness
The Russians held off
Their Attack!!!!!

Relax
And just breathe
I wasn't really
Going to leave
Tomorrows come
And love forgives
Besides, I have no
Where else to live
And in these days
Of reasonable doubts
Of who we are
Despite ourselves
I'll still be here
In words that rhyme
Trying my hardest
To make you mine
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....

In a rhyming
Commentary
Or simply in poem
Anyway to convey
Will you please
Come home
Never leave me
Never die
Lay with me
In an eternal lie
Hold me tighter
Then love can bear
Please come home
Oh thoughtless stare
...

The uneasiness of
When we're exposed
To what we detest
Shines bright
Through our souls

All that we hate
About ourselves
Projected onto the world
Is hardly stealth

Forward I am
Friend to human
I just want to be me!
Comfortable in skin
Come and dive in
My love
   Will always be free...

We are only
Limited by our own
Comfort-ability
Procrastination
Is an adjustable reality
Going nowhere
Really fracking slow
With no urge to get
  Where ever we go...
But ya got to eat
Before you can sleep!
'Cause we all have needs
It takes time to breed!
So...
Wake up and get 'er done
While your still partially
Motivated and young
Don't get to comfortable
When procrastination
Becomes
Affordable!

I do believe I can relate...

As waves
Crashing the shores

As leaves
Wilted and torn

As wings
Caught in wind

As child
Without end

Yes I do believe
I get it..

A persona of nature
An animation
An approximation
A mirror subjective fixation

Pure aesthetic genius
Creativity in motion
Jamadhi Veres‘
Bottomless oceans
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Could you love evil,
enough to forgive it?

If I were a demon
I’d be destine to live it.

I’d hope you’d understand
in the bitter ends…

On our return
to the source of all
love and sin!

Nothing is how it’s supposed to be
Yet it’s perfect how it is
The paradox is plain to see
There’s pleasure in suffering to live

Love an irresistible irritation
A hungry heart of complications
Time refuses to standstill
Innocence was never real

From the moment we’re born
We tread on life
We catch and ride
This purposeful flight

In the end
Perhaps we all ascend
So
Devour to survive
If you can!

What is the sequence
In which thought flows

The mystery of the endless
Never to be known

Beyond the vanishing point
Another Zero after the dot

Why let it twist
Your mind in a knot

All that matters
Is the here and now

There's no need to pay tribute
To those passing clouds
...

The past will always
evaporate
into the cool vapors
of an unsure tomorrow…

So take this moment
catch your breath
and try to smile!
I assure you
the experience
will be worth the while!

There was a mad person
We all gathered round
Quite the sensation
This strange passion
We found

No ties to morality
Could flag our attention
Those of a studied mind
Also suffered this condition

I've sat there next to killers
Staring at a thief
Pointing bloodstained fingers
Those **** solutions of the elite

Mob mentality
An anomaly that blinds nations
Social conditioning
Media manipulation

No worry
It happens to the best of us
But now it's time to look within
The world will always be in need
Of any love that we can send...

I thought I had caught a glimpse of the master plan but now my enlightenment has faded into shades of gray
It seems to be concealed from my sight, camouflaged by emptiness, endless nothing
So now I quietly carry on, pretending to understand, so ashamed of my inner dimness, such numbness this complete lack of insight
I wear this mask, walk alone and keep to myself on this ever-changing road
I would find serenity in believing that the more we know the less we understand
For I once believed I knew the answers of that great mystery of God and humankind
But isn’t that the goal of so many of us, to achieve faith beyond a doubt, beyond reason?
Yet to strive to go beyond belief and to become all knowing is a road less traveled
One that leads to an awakening of pure common sense, logic that embraces reality
That is to understand that there was not meant to be an answer
No, not in this realm of being

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.

A myth is but an image
An image is a representation
My words are but Cupid’s arrows
My quiver desperation

Subatomic particles
Are but a myth of our existence
The patterns are repeating
Invisibly but consistent

You are the uniqueness
Of your own story
Your mythology is your glory
Save your own soul
At the altar of your own delusion
I hope there’s not too much confusion!

Velvety roses so pleasing to the senses
Convey such messages as apologies and love
The aroma of angels in blue blurry skies
When the spirit of giving comes from above

To brighten your new day
With magic and laughter
A spectrum of colors
So brilliantly captured

A life refreshed
Each moment begins
The happiness of new days
Is the energy I send...

Looking into a mirror
Studying my reflection
I don't know who I am
I can't find a connection
I'm
Not sure how to wear
This hansom blimpish face
As a Traveler I explore
The whole human race
I'm
Hoping but not praying
My soul need not to rest
Memory foam I lay upon
I've forgotten less and less
And I....
Can't find no connection
Studying my reflection
I'm
Not sure if we're all going to make it...

At the biological level
We are made up of
58% microbiome
And 42% human tissue

At the quantum level
We are made up of
a hundred trillion cells
And each cells has
a hundred trillion atoms


Perhaps consciousness is the glue
That holds us together!

At the biological level
We are made up of
58% microbiome
And 42% human tissue

At the quantum level
We are made up of
a hundred trillion cells
And each cells has
a hundred trillion atoms


Perhaps consciousness is the glue
That holds us together!

The dogs can't seem
To hear the hum
A sound as if
Machinery runs
Beneath the ground
Maybe in the air
Secret compounds
Are being prepared
Facilities of alien races
Reptilian beings with
Human-masked faces
Government founded
And set abroad
Are we really safe
In our resolve

Tall white beings
Area 51
Can't you feel it
You're being pulled
Beneath the sub-spectrum
You have in part
Already succumbed
...

The true worship of all that's sacred
Is more than tolerance
It's acceptance even when
Your heart isn't feeling very
Compassionate...

I taught myself
To learn to bend
Upon pure logic
I would depend

But had I known
The end to come
What would I now
Have said and done

In contemplations
I spend my time
Reverse, replay
Rethink, realign

Here in my head
No one else
You see I've come
To trust mainly
Myself

So don't be shy
Go right in
Inside your mind
And back again

And bring with you
A piece of heart
Contemplative
Creative art
.......

In the foxholes
Of my childhood plight
I prayed and prayed
With all my might
Praying to be forgiven
For the imperfections
Of life
Yet these were merely
The symptoms
Of an ideology
Of either black
Or definitely white

With the rudimentary
Truths concealed
Those miracles
Seem so **** real
I could never lose
My faith
In that childhood
Holding place

When the years pass
In deep thought
Ultimate conclusions
Result

Each of us
An eye
From different views
Allegiance forged
In the comfort of norm
Evolutionary rules
Oh how I miss you
Invisible spirit being
Oh my contemporary
Youth...

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

Everybody suspects
Casually
The truth unwinds
What was it
You were hoping to find?

A Poet to relate to
A friend who believes
Were you disappointed
When it was really only me?

So many world views away
Political and religious
Jet lag time delays
There's just so many more things
To each other, we need to say
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I no longer have to
keep them chained
now my demons are
angelically tamed

I’ve no need for a smoke
no drink nor poke
Ya see…
I’m not like most folk!

I believe
and so I am
happier then
I’ve ever been!!