Maybe this or maybe that
Maybe’s never where It’s at.

Maybe soon or maybe late
Maybe sometime would be great.

Maybe when or maybe then
Maybe I will never win.

Maybe so or maybe not
Maybe seems like all I’ve got.

Maybe gone or maybe here
Maybe something that I fear.

Maybe found or maybe lost
Maybe has too great a cost.

Maybe not or maybe so,
Maybe I will never know.

Maybe life or maybe death
Maybe after my last breath.

Maybe peace or maybe hell
Maybe won’t be there to tell.

Some biased men might listen well
To what some wise men have to tell.
But secretly the tales are changed
As concepts are all rearranged.
Translations get so out of hand
Confined to what they understand.
The listeners will make it fit
As they alter it quite a bit.
All that such people can perceive
Must mesh with what they now believe.
It confirms the advice divine,
Don’t cast the pearls before the swine.
It does not mean you should not cast,
But look for those among the vast.
Remember there is still the few
Who love the pearls as much as you.

Give me a long time to waste.
Give me a long time to think.
Give me some good food to taste.
Give me some good beer to drink.
Give me some good **** to smoke.
Give me a lady to squeeze.
Give me a good ***** joke.
Give me it all if you please.
Give me a hot car to drive.
Give me some good drugs to take.
I'm feeling like I'm alive.
I hope this is no mistake.
Give me the ability
To see my True Self anew.
I ask this most sincerely,
For asking is all I do.

The volcano began to spout
And the natives began to shout,
"Throw a ****** in
To stop it again."
(And we won't lose a girl who puts out.)

In illusion my thoughts abide
If from my True Self I do hide.
And all the things I've ever tried
Have never really satisfied.

I want to know why I was made
And why do good things always fade?
How far from Truth's path have I strayed
And to What have I often prayed?

What lessons have I still not faced?
On what thoughts are my sorrows based?
To what end do I make such haste?
Why on this earth have I been placed?

Truth always has the brightest rays
But ego shades with dreamy haze.
I want to make it through life's maze.
What is it that sees all the ways?

The answer must be something more
Than anything I've known before.
How do I open up that door
Between the silence and the roar?

Be still and see that all things clear.
All that I think is what I fear.
Each present moment is so dear.
I love what Life teaches me  here.

For pity's sake
Give me a break
I can still fake
Being awake
What can I take
Things I can't shake

I've had my fill
I will just chill
Get a new thrill
Okay I will
Can't pay the bill
Here I am still

Playing the game
Living my name
Nothing too tame
Feeling no shame
Placing no blame
This is what came

Part of the play
Hear what I say
Or go away
No, you can stay
At least today
Things are okay

Connect this dot
Less cold seems hot
"We'll see" means not
Nothing I've got
Matters a lot
I've lost the plot

I cannot feel
This is all real
Need a new deal
Turns of the wheel
Layers to peel
Harder than steel

Changing the view
What can one do
Play peek-a-boo
With that called you
Now's always new
I think I'm through

Oneness writes the "play" of Life;
Every script, every role, every line.
Oneness is the producer.
All costumes are its design.
All stages are built by Oneness,
The props and the intricate sets.
Oneness does all of the casting
For the "roles" that Consciousness gets.
Oneness is all of the actors
And That which is "viewing" the show.
Oneness is both, knowledge of Truth
And That which pretends not to know.