Something's missing, alone.

At first, the state
of being, only, one like,
in the extreme, being

once,
in a while passing
at thought speed past
instances
on planes,
like that one
carving lines up there,
above my head, so here,

I laugh and materialize,
a new idea,
as long as I am breathing,

I am not exactly alone, I know,
not alone, at all,
on Earth
on average,
we all breathe
at once,
half breathing in,
half breathing out, but

never, on Earth does one breathe alone.

Say it as it is
But don't make it bad, please!
Sprinkle some pretense
On filthy truths and common sense.

Reality as it is
Let us sugarcoat it, please!
Let us masquerade ourselves,
Pretend we have a chance.

If evil wears your name
And has got the hang of this game
Do I say it as it is
Or catch myself freeze.

I've seen the truth
And I've seen the youth
And I'll be ******
If I don't get to watch your end.

Love is a tempest

that first throws us off course and --


then plays with our minds.

It broadcasts the lie of scarcity, never enough to go round.
Hiding reality from all eyes, ensuring it not be found.

The solar cycle awakened us, now having a common goal.
The search for truth and knowledge, connects our mind our body and our soul.

Be the skeptic with squinting eyes, hearing he “accidentally drown”.
Unlimited supply of narratives, put there to confound.

As all these escalations rise, it will be easier to see.
The more we fight amongst our selves, the less that we are free.

This is happening as it has, seven times before
The golden age of enlightenment, again knocks on our door.

Invisible energy from the sun, ever on the rise.
Changing humanity’s structure, you will come to realize.

As you evolve into yourself, the process, clear to see.
You are the source of all that is, down here split in three.

Place your attention on a moment, see what you have found.
That everything that’s ever been is composed of just light and of sound.

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View from history.
Gathers no knowledge.

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I'm a sane person,

but out of love I believe --


in some afterlife.

Duty calls, teacher hat,
same as the preacher hat,
same as the mathematical wager,

still on, Pascal. Safe bet, but… once

a few million kids at once learned
that tic tack toe and thermo-nu-clear war,
were in the set of bets that blinks can lose.

In a New York movie, some geek kid,
reacted by becoming Barry Rudd,
the purchased man child in the legendary

Child Buyer Project, novelized after Hiroshima,
by a master of the craft, story building
from ash and salt and sand,

into glass houses none throw stones from,
in the mind game of fragile circumstances,

thin ice, no ice, open sea, pity the bears,
celebrate the sea lions and otters and seals.

Your plan says: turn left,

okay, your feet are walking --


and then you turn right.