I hate the first few minutes of waking up.
It feels like I've been tricked.
Conned.
Duped.
My escape thwarted.

Love is asylum.
Friendship is courage.
Money is sanctuary.
Faith is dependence.
Conviction is hope.
Music is magic.

What has life taught me?

To eat my vegetables.
To kiss like I'm eating an ice cream cone.
To make others laugh.

Snort.

I once held hands with a stranger.

I'm not sure if I've ever felt closer
To another human being.

It was innocence.

It was beautiful.

It was a surprise.

We punch in at birth,
And somehow we survive.

We have a few laughs,

Over the years we leak out an ocean of tears,
About 10,000 ******* more or less,
We scale a man-made mountain of moral quandary,
And never get near the top

We enjoy a clutch of near death expediences,
Like close calls, accidents and anger
Before we clock out,
And go, who knows where.

You have to laugh.

I spent some time perusing poems to site as authors would probably work their own. There are not however a perfection of miss any even look at masters they have their rare disaster. There’s not a place where poems are written and I know you like some and maybe be mitten with the corn in the effort but truth has to have a place to say hey you could fix this or add that it’s not a disgrace why is the custom here so blind and actually useless because if everybody says they love everything you can throw out all the words cause they got no juice to it if you’re not picking out something here and there that you could help somebody with a critique if everybody loves everything that means nobody say saying anything important and that’s what I find and I read 150 poems and did not find one single word for somebody offered a suggestion or help to improve. It makes the site empty and vacant and against the very core of what poetry is and absolutely everybody who throws these flowers should be ashamed and figure it out.

The truth forever hidden, cemented with lies.
Invisible unions, plotting and planning our demise.

We awakened to the fact that our world is not quite right.
And because of this we’ve found that love is our only might.

I feel every day earth’s frequency rise, I now connect remotely,
and can look right through their eyes.

But the further that I travel, up perception’s sight.
The me that is I, has no use for a fight.

Sunlight’s code shines bright on me, thoughts of light beaming down.
Expanding my connection to source, as it enters me through my crown.

New senses through perception, not unlike being able to hear.
Seeing through all the falsehoods, of any encounter I’m near.

Gathering complexities of experience, like I’ve never felt before.
Collapsing this illusion of theirs, by simply walking out the door.

The knowledge that has been entrusted to me, has brilliance and lets me see in.
But the flip side of that is the darkness that’s here, always trying to get under my skin.

The burden is balanced by what I put in, these gifts I do not use on me.
This world that we live in, all has a cost, except love which will always be free.

If you happen to meet me out on the road, observe the things that you feel.
For I am but a reflection of you, identifying things to reveal.

There was a thing that happened to me, not so long ago.
A single seed of knowledge, took root and began to grow.

It boosted the connection, to a voice inside of me.
Showing me just who I am and what I'm supposed to be.

It took me to a place, that very few have been.
Showing me how to change the world with poems from my pen.

Detachment from their matrix, then came naturally.
Having understanding of, everything I see.

Preparing for the next part, of what I saw above.
Means walking down this road alone, leaving ones I love.

Constructing all these poems, I could not do at home.
I had to do it on the road in every town I roam.

This connection with the source of us, grows stronger every day.
It gives me understanding of the things I need to say.

The system that controls us, is only based on fear.
Claiming if we don't abide we'll lose all we hold dear.

The fear that is created, constructs the world we know.
But kindness and compassion, will let the love then show.

Don't think about the worst in people, stop your being scared.
With the love that grows in you, the world will be repaired.

Looking into people, seeing who they are.
Finding out the person, is not the avatar.

Tell who lives a lie as he's walking down the street.
Spreading words of untrue thoughts, buried in deceit.

The lies are then concealed, deep inside the truth.
For Programing our future and hijacking our youth.

Recognizing patterns, flowing in towards me.
Tells me what is coming to our false reality.

When comparing with the truth, the deceptions that you catch.
You will see that all their numbers never are a match.

Numbers make up all there is, everything we know.
But as it is in all there is the first nine steal the show.

Once we get to nine, we know what happens then.
We tack a zero to a one and proclaim  it's a ten.

These nine are everywhere, creating all you see.
The deepest part of everything throughout eternity.

We all have these ideas, of things we're looking for.
Finding out the purpose, of a life lived evermore.

Learn what your numbers mean, find out what they are.
Each of them connected to you through a shining star.

The numbers tell of all your traits, The who you are inside.
Encoded to your DNA, the moment you arrive.

Going through your life without knowing of these things.
Is never knowing which bee gives you honey or which stings.

If you find your numbers have a double or a match.
It will strengthen your connection, but there is a catch.

Karma comes right back to you, fast as it can be.
The choices that you make in life, will pick the side you see.

To understand these qualities, buried deep in you.
Means opening your third eye's mind, to look at things anew.

Everything you look upon, patterns start to show.
How numbers make up all there is, everything we know.