I see it in your eyes, you want to **** them. But first you’d like to torture them for the atrocities that they have committed. Slowly tare them apart peace by peace. You’ve made yourself quite clear, I see..
Hell we all see your demons…

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!

But let your hardships go
Feel the freedom in store for you
No more guilt in tow…
No more regrets or worries
No promises left to keep
No one is worth more then you are
And now you are complete!

I must admit, I do suspect,
the narrator has nothing left.
No winning blow to slay the beast, no end of madness to say the least.

No more words
that please and set the tone
of narratives we’ve set in stone.
I’ll no longer follow nor will I lead some counter narrative to true history.

Could the eloquent of words
impair me?
I see the meanings of what you’ve left behind..
The turmoil of your precious life.
Your sun and moon
by design..
Lie to yourself
in clever entries.
Surely you are the one
the gods envy!

It’s a clever play on political words,
you know?
They somewhat stick
and absolutely over grow.
That is, the more farther apart in time and space
you staggered his wits and grace.
Why then anyways,
would we read on?
The main point has already come and there for gone…
So long Joe!

Every time I’m alone
I get the overwhelming urge to write more poems.
The creative vibe adds to this experience of joyous content.
The contemplations of life
I do not lament.
I let my spiritual intelligence
fill my heart with the math of love.
This extends far beyond the physical hug.

There are no good guys
Nor hero’s of the day
Only our leaders
Lying to our face
We cope with false hopes
Forever on parade

The laws of the universe
are written in repeating patterns.
Complicated crystals of consciousness.
Cooperation is a balancing force.
Survival of the fittest
is but death and war.
These laws are not just mine,  they’re ours.

Traveler
Watch Her choke as we burn Her oil
Frack Her in Her fertile soil
Festering life forms
In a enchanted garden
In debt to The Earth
No footprint pardoned..
ryn
Pillage and plunder Her precious rocks
Engorge Her full with artificial stock
Praise Her beauty
yet **** for Her bounty
What careless minds conceived
Our callous hands retrieved

Who says that there was a beginning?
Surely an end could never be!
Unless of course we start at
the moment you pledged your love to me!

Who is this lower self?
Barbarically weak
Seeker of wealth
While I sleep
He drives me blind
Façades of fears
Thoughts unkind
I grab and hold and tie him down
he has no strength only pronouns
But soon enough I tire
Tempted by this ever present
white liar…

Never give up!