Riding my dirt bike all alone
Through the trails I've known
Riding as fast as I could
Through the trails through the wood
The forest and then out to a cliff
A brief little blast on the edge of a rift
The left is the wall solid
On the right an abyss horrid
Pushing my limits
Back in the forest I go
Still riding so fast
Further into the trail I know
Rounding a corner
A branch poked at me
Not wearing body armour
It got me good like a tree
I still bear the scar
Where it reached out its spar

Worn by time my ferrous heart
Flaking and peeling and coming apart
Beating softly while thundering aloud
My hammered out pulse
Alone in a crowd
Snuffed and embered
Yet burning still
A cold small fire
Barely staving the chill
Carrying on
Down the road of life
Not really knowing
Why there's so much strife
Trying my best
To not add to the burden
Dealing with my karma
Just trying to unburden
Learning to just be
Is my new goal
Plying a new path
Like a newborn foal
Developing an interest
In a philosophers way
Learning from zen master's
Is most of my day
Feeling positive
That I'm on the right road
Realizing that my mind
Just needs to unload
This seems to be
What will help my ferrous heart
And to live my life
Without coming apart

Like tumblers and switches falling into place
The things your mind has not embraced
A subconscious disposition
Acquired through years of imposition
Like tumblers and switches falling into place
The things your mind has not embraced
An acquired disposition
Taught through condition
Like tumblers and switches falling into place
The things your mind has not embraced
The mind has been taught
A lifetime of things that are naught
Like tumblers and switches falling into place
The things your mind has not embraced
A shift in perception
Perceives a minds deception
Like tumblers and switches falling into place
The things your mind begins to embrace
Stumbling now onward
With no direction forward
Like tumblers and switches falling into place
The things your mind begins to embrace
Now seeing them fall
Is this the key to it all
Like tumblers and switches falling into place
The things your mind begins to embrace

Extrapolating our point of view
Is something we as a world need to do
The old ways are dying and obsolete
New paths forward are not replete
The old system of money game
Needs to be relegated to it's place of shame
The way of playing *** for tat
Toiling for wealth to buy that
We should be living a life of abundance
But the old game is held with redundance
Systems built on each other maintaining the quo
Feeding of humanity as a foe
This old system has been played for a very long time
We keep polishing that **** trying to make it shine
It really seems that in this new internet age
Humanity's preparing to turn the page
When I look behind the scenes of this world
The few are trying to keep a new way from becoming unfurled
It really appears as though the toiling mass
Are looking for a way out of this morass
Everything being thrown into chaos and confusion
The globe as a whole trying to rise in unison
Everyday more and more comes to light
Illuminating this age old plight
Everyday more and more come to awaken
Preventing it all from being forsaken
Everyday more and more comes to pass
I'm just doing my best not to sit here with my thumb up my...

It's more like a Carlos Castaneda view
Unlearning what has been done to you
Taught to drive your self around
Look what has come to ground
Do you think when a bell is rung
Just like Pavlov's dog the day has begun
What makes your mouth water
Is it proper fodder
The things you were taught to have or have not
Have you ever given a thought
Plugged in hooked up and wired
Endlessly running until you grow tired
Where do you come from to play this game
Never pausing to reflect its a shame
Never stopping to listen
To the sound of falling rain
Never pausing to glisten
Just caught up with the vain
Break it down and crumble it up
Stitch it back together
From out of your cup
Look at what you've wrought
Then determine whether
It might be worth naught
Now see what has become of you
Behold you've been forged anew

Almost an exact year between me and my younger sibling
Just three days less a trifling thing
I wasn't expecting a call from my mother
It was bad news about my younger other
She wanted to video chat with grief on her face and in her voice
And to the point I learned about my sisters choice
It seems she'd decided to end her life
A desperate solution to end her strife
Financial burdens and looming poverty
Was something she couldn't bear again to see
She used to be so strong and determined
How had she come to be so burdened
I can see now she was always running
Away from things her mind drumming
We'd drifted apart and weren't close
Now we won't get the chance to diagnose
No opportunity to bury the hatchet
To start again on a new facet
I've thought of that choice time and again
It's really come home how tragic an end
She couldn't let anyone in really
Too proud and stubborn but loved dearly
I guess I'll have to get used to this
The temporary sorrow and permanent abyss

Back and forth for an eternity
Swinging from matriarch to paternity
First the left and then the right
Each one in turn exerting their might
It seems that when the shoe is on the other foot
The other can't wait on where it should be put
Black and white east and west
When will we all just give it a rest
A universe of polarity
Swinging back and forth in duality
But it seems to me there is a third way
A middle path that few seldom play
A path of harmony and balance
That fosters the least grievance
A third point of view of neutrality
That is bound to come about naturally
Three forces at play in a tiny atom
Show you what it is to fathom
It seems there's always an outside force
Not letting nature take it's course
Forcing the pendulum to swing
Never heeding what this will bring
Every clock makers pendulum
Needs constant winding to avoid a doldrum
Eventually all pendulums will come to rest
I hope this poem is not just a jest