I’ve said it before
I’ve written a billion rhymes
And for all my effort,
I never earned a single dime

We have always been
and we will always be
And I shall gladly worship
sometimes you but always me!

Behold the behaviour instincts we willingly neglect.
To much negative energy
can choke a soul to death..
Inter the loop of suffering
let your anger flow…
Cloak yourself in righteousness
take your ball and go.

Or simply realise
life is but a dream.
And the alarm clock
is ringing
ding a ling a ling!

If I could feed the world
my produce would be pure.
Not a pesticides nor herbicides,
no GMO’s to fear.

Regenerative soils
living biomes in the dirt!
Clean air and mineral water
for all our bodies worth!

Nutrients and proteins
keep our mitochondria thriving!
I would prohibit the junk food lobbyist and the pharmaceutical drive ins.

There would be no moral beast (no more obese) Americans bouncing across the hills.
So we wouldn’t need no Ozempic or dietician pills.

You’re invited to eat at my house
the only poison is my wine…
You’ll need no physician or Psychologist, if you eat here every time!

I have no religion
no story of miraculous feats.
I’ve no box to contain me
there’s nowhere I need to be!
My God is always happy.
My heaven is always free..
My love is my salvation…
What a blessing to be me!!

Don't tell me that's it,
That vague speck over yonder
A classic rabbit food metaphor,
Dangling in my line of sight forever
A couple clicks past my ability to care
And six feet beneath every single nightmare
I sense it senses I'm past the point of repair
And headed nowhere
It mocks my thousand-yard stare
The hidden damage from trying to fight fair
Habitually a day late and a dollar short of the right fare
But you know what they say about fair

©2024

The memories, the loving,
the longing, the dread.
The ghost of me still lives in your head.
You see me, you shutter, you stutter turn red.
The ghost of me remains undead.

Alone with him.
There’s nothings left..
My ghost still haunt
your lovers nest…

The obsessions, the confessions,
the unlearn lessons.
Until my ghost is no longer pleasant..