No one can keep up
with the evil deeds
done in our names.

There’s no mystery
Love is why I’m here
To truly love myself
Becomes so very clear

I love my family
My daily meals
I love the way
Her embrace feels
I love music and poetry
Aesthetics set my spirit free

Still that’s not why I’m here..
I’m here to learn to let my love steer
…….

We cross paths year after year,
Your longwinded narratives
were never quite clear..
Now I can see you for who you are,
participant in separation
ethnic cleansing and war!

I don’t put you in darkness
Nor **** the disease
I don’t take it personal that you’ve been deceived.
But mostly,
what ever ethnicity you claim you are…
We all came down from the heavens
and we’re all made of stars.

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!

Their eyes
Will always
Look down
On you
Their hearts
Will never
Change

So warm
Your heart
In solitude
A hearth
Of poetic  
Flames...

A quarter second to midnight
yet we’re still here..

I don’t believe,
I’m sure this world is pure..

The end is not up to them,
the one percent of rich human…

Too rich to care at all..
Waiting for this world to fall.

Greater powers exist
The universe will resist.

I don’t pretend to be a writer
I am not hidden behind my words
I can’t complicate my expressions
I won’t embrace my lower fears

I will not be writing a book
only a handful of songs
Life is full of beautiful music
I invite you to sing along!

No matter a poet’s personal views
we are all symbiotic
with the eternal muse..

Just when you think you have it all figured out
a new pattern distorts the mystery..
All a poet can possibly do
is try to be on the right side of history.

We hold to our truths
as cogs in a divine façade.
In a matrix that’s much too copious
to possibly know it all.

Emotional states distort our perceptions.
Love and hate
the eternal *******..

The plasticity of heart allows a path
to bending without breaking…
A dark night of the soul,
several or so
can lead you to an awaken.

War is war
destruction and death!
Peace is peaceful
You can feel it
in your every step

Living in dugouts
Shell shocked retreats
Waiting for no more
then a certain defeat

Who deserves
to experience hell
upon this earth
where we all dwell?

Shall we pretend
and close our eyes
as the west continues
to sell their lies?

Peace is simple
beneath the covers
We just stop killing
each-other!

Who needs dreams to tell us
what we already known
A bunch of big fat loser
with big fat pots of gold

We are either living in some past
or waiting on some future
Addicted to destruction
Mother Earth abusers

Dreams are the confession of the soul,
now just let them go!