They take me a fool
because of my morals compass.
And still I fear their paths.
I don’t need to search any further to know the cosmic math!
I use to pretend that all was real, I’ve taken my spin on the karmic wheel.
Comfortably the wheel has slowed and now my heart beats strong with all I know.
With all I’ve learned but not enough, I gather my strength when life gets rough.
See through my eyes, open your mind, dig a little deeper in this spiritual rhyme..

At the biological level
We are made up of
58% microbiome
And 42% human tissue

At the quantum level
We are made up of
a hundred trillion cells
And each cells has
a hundred trillion atoms


Perhaps consciousness is the glue
That holds us together!

When I repost
an old poem
I feel like a con.
It easily trends
like when it begun.
Same poets read
Similar comments repeat
causing my creative force
to feel incomplete.
Lazily I write
uneasy I flow
I lost my only muse
and now my mojo!

I got things all wrong, I do confess. Propaganda lies until there no truth left.
Blame it on the imperialistic west. Fall in line you’ll pass their test.

Spirit creatures, fiery hells, even my own parents were blinded as well!
Manufacturing consent for foreign wars, our media led us straight to evil’s door.

Think God now I can clearly see,
hate and separation are a deadly disease!

MY DEAR POETESS


Before the Night
Placed the moon in your hair
The Sun it shined your beauty
Everywhere!
Into my words
Dividing the seas
Drawn by Nature's
Heart felt need's
The gift of Poetry
Set my soul free
..............

P.S. Come be with me....

My wall are covered with
Beautiful things
Dream catchers
Suns and planets
Loki and Zeus  
  The mark of Cain...
I love my
Statues of Buddha
Figures of Christ
Paintings of ships at sea
Guitars and amps
Keyboards and drums
  More than I could ever need...
Outside my windows
Lives the Trees
Sweet sounds
Of birds and bees
My aesthetic impairment
Has set me free
...........

It is a struggle
trying to spread this light.
Win or lose
I shall stand and fight.
Causation come
from the spirits realm,
to touch the sky
we often fail.
We can reach for limits
of human birth
or spread our wings
for all we’re worth.
I do the latter
with my heart on fire.
Cause I am the road
and not the tire.

An abundance of life
In a cycle of death
How much living
Could we have left?

An abundance of stars
Displayed in the sky
Endless pleasures
On a summer's night
Hear and see
Touch and feel
The reality of existence
Consume at will

An abundance of love
To plant in our graves
Pushing up daisies
I wish we could stay
......

Please don’t fall back to sleep,
I pray the gods this road to keep.
I travel on through a life of snow,
the heavens shines the moon aglow.
There beneath my weary aging feet
the crush of snow two foot deep.
A racing breath of frozen air
it’s so good to be
alive out here!

Being
high on a hill
don't make us divine.
Looking down
the spirit goes blind.
Say what you believe..
Believe what you see..
Until you come down
and set the clouds free!

I've seen so many Poets come and then they go. Who you really where
I guess I'll never know.

A thousand avatars penned to my soul. Tell me why do Poets
seem to fade from there roles?

Will you be here tomorrow or will you also fade…
Do you have anything left that I can feel you say?

Truth is
we’ll probably never get to know each other anyways...

Shall you hold me accountable
For the weather too **** cold
The dying children suffering
And all the war torn souls

Shall you bow down to me
On broken stones of law
All those chosen by me
All others shall be lost

Shall you gather onto me
In humility as you cower
I shall surely comfort you
As the war machines devours
...

What if I could believed
all those impossible stories,
all those brilliant miracles,
majestic in their glories!
The proverbs
you teach your children,
the comfort of your gift.
What if it were true
that destinies were some how fixed?

Where is this place
where truth is hidden
for only the chosen few?
The gathering of angels,
the conversion to a Jew?
Where are your invisible deities,
the miracles of their love?
If they’re real, then no big deal
they can stop the wars
from above…

Sea of gold,
trees of knowledge and life,
a ****** heart
becomes god's wife.
Bowing down
forever more
before the judgmental
blood stained floor.
Answering questions like
did you support the war.
I'm afraid you'll need
to convince me more...

It’s hard to hold on
to good health and spirit
when everyone around you
have thrown in the towel.
I reckon there was just too many
painful weary miles.

In this world of adrenal rush
eat drink but don’t be a lush.
Come up for air while you can.
Don’t wear out your only hand.

**** no one and hold to your course.
Don’t get caught up in
a state of remorse.

Live in the moment
not in the past.
Such a heavy burden
a victim has had..

I'll put no one into darkness
for their experience in living.
Not while I muster the strength
for my love to keep winning.

Finality has no place in our soul's,
for those who continue on
and steadily grow.

And what about the liars
Who whisper in our ears
Shadows in the corridors
Envy in their stare's
Evil eyes awatching
Wishing wicked things
I can feel them
Crawling across
The dirt of all our
Graves

Sweet eyes aglow
So kindly she smiles
My heart's been ridden
A million miles

In unison with time
The dust of day descends
Somewhere inside
We could all use a friend

In shadows of thought
Our psyche embraces
In the pulse of a smile
A glimpse of true faces

One last smile
Of pleasant farewell
So subtle the mind
As the heart is fulfilled...

I don't get along
with my own rage
mostly I disassociate
rather then engage

Still my rage is in here
looking for a breach
of all my multi intelligence
rage is the hardest to teach!

Let me take a moment
to navigate this maze
there's so much more to living
than some festering heated rage

No one need reminding
rage can be quite blinding
but I am not a complete slave
I will keep my rage
caged!
(and off your page)

In that time of our lives
When spirit seeks out truth
Let us not become the victims
Of our lazy minded youth

But rather be thorough
And do this on your own
Check behind each parable
Cleverly crafted, carved in stone

Beware the Old Wives Fables
Let the pictorial language paint
The kingdoms of the garden
Full of sinners, lacking saints

Cast out into the deserts
False believers would surely die
Yet it's more than superstition
Keeping us alive
...................

#contemplation

The universe is hierarchy all the way up! And dysfunction all the way down. No end nor beginning, all truths, no lies. Over and over we’re born, we die.
Imaginations pretend and creation set in. Love is stronger than wisdom and there for we’ll be back this way again…

My children got into a hateful fight, they tried to hurt eachother with all their might.
My heart was breaking as I broke them up.
Fist were flying in a loss of love..
Oh god I know now just how you feel and why going to war is against your will.

I was turned on by a Toaster, she tanned my bread to gold
In time she ejected me, it was her natural Toaster role...
I fell for her sister, a Deep Fryer in despair, my lust began to boil
I had to come up for some air...
I ran off with a Can Opener, she could even sharpen knives,
She opened up a can of *** whip, she could never be my wife!
I met a **** Freezer, but her heart was cold as ice, I was bitten by her frosty ways
Once bitten, never twice...
I made my way across the tile to an Oven quite unique
All her features were well displayed, on this EZ Baking Freak!
She cooked me on the surface, yet burnt me deep within
I guess my culinary skills were lacking in the end...
So now I date a Spatula safely from the heat
She flips a mean burger and french fries by the heap!
Truth is I'm a Poet
Who simply likes to eat!

How subtle
the slippery sloppy slopes
one must proceed
with pickaxes and high hopes!

Mindfulness is a must
a drifting thinker can loses touch
like a guru-less shaman
drunk on lunch!

The divine road is calling
prepare the fattened calf
The effect’s of the cool aid
we’re never meant to last

I can’t be sorry
for my state of being..
I am the centre
of my own universe!
All else is outside
of my physical powers..
I shall take my pleasure’s
I shall bear my curse…
I am god
but I am human first!

I don’t hate the nazis
nor their innocent children
I insist to confess..
And...
If you were led astray
I’d love you none the less!

I wouldn't want to see
a single Ukrainian nor Russian fall..
I hold no socially planted belief about the Chinese
I’m not afraid to love us all!

Look through my eyes
and see the world with love
Separation and hate
we can surely rise above!!!

If I could separate
from the folks of a lower state..
Oh how I could flow at a peaceful perpetual pace!
But I don’t believe that is why I’m here,
So ya, I’m willing to set, talk and share!
I love you humanity
have no fear!

Dear body of mine
I forget how precious you are to me
these precious hands
bear lives bruises upon command..
Hammer and chisel
breaking bar blues
oh how these knuckles
let me break through..
The challenges of youth
that form our esteem
you let me stand tall
on these two strong feet
Dear Body
We are blessed to be complete!

Dear friends
It’s good to check in
into the cyber world
every now and then!
Don’t let a gateway get you down
You’re still the best poets around
Trick the computer into posting a draft
But if it out smarts you
Just simply laugh
Only persistence can find the path.

Are you ready to win!

Well…
Let’s get this done!
Have no fear
of being wrong..
The current system is simply
corrupt!
The furnace is just about
to erupt!
Good shall manifest
in hell’s place…
A final extinction
is absolutely
not the case.
So get ready
to lift the whole
human race…
P.S
Keep a smile
on your face!

A poet’s words
only get in the way..
There’s exits no language
for what we so desire
to convey…
Still we attempt
page after page.

I’m getting old
it limits my pleasures…
I still feel young
behind these eyes…

I like to hike
out into nature…
I can climb
these hills for miles…

I’m getting old
beyond good measure
but I’m still young
behind these eyes!

She loves her cats
and our chickens..
I love my dogs
and our ducks.
Our geese
obnoxiously honk
and horde over all
our farmyard clucks
keeping the vermin
at bay.

The blessings we allow
to fulfill our life’s
sustain our bodies and souls
I will never let go!

The fabric of everything is made of beauty
expanding in the aesthetics of love!
So..
Give the whole world a hug!

In the darkness of low vibration
obscured in the groundlessness of fears,
my shadows remained
far beyond the benevolence
of youthful years...

As I continue to lift to a higher octave
in the spectrum's of eternal growth
I leave behind blame and immoral conquests
that were ****** upon my soul!

Behold I make all things new!

Keep your attention on the stage
everyone's an actor in a play,
each mask a separate scene
every sleeper has a dream.

Roles are gifted to the blessed
There is no one that god love less
Those of us who’s hell unfolds
We simply play and then we go…

Perhaps we all could merge
before the waking
before the purge
these are not just poetic words!

Love is open arms
in the spotlight of source
We are the stars of our own shows
The leading actors of course!

I am not the sun
of desert rags
I am not the one
who burns your ***!
I am not the sun
of some holy war
burning in heat
for my brother's *****!

I am not the sun
that starves the north
the tip of the iceberg
chose his course...
I am not the sun
in love with lands
all the Amazons
and southern islands...

I am the Sun
I do not rule
I am but a star
Who's light shines true!

Extremism
is a condition
of an over active
existentialism

I imagine we’re all
an ism of some type
or sort
With that in common
we’re all cohorts!

Poeticism
has a hold on me..
Speaking in rhyme
Set a soul free..

When one takes sides
in an ism
the imitations
becomes a schism
Perhaps my philosophy
is lost in intuitionism!

Never a clearer channel
Shimmering shining bright
In the blinking of an eye
All that’s hidden comes to light!

Accelerating
In the movement of the stars
Unlimited conditions
Emerging creative fires!

Can you feel it?

Okay
I admit it
I am a regurgitating lecturer
I love us all!
So you should know…
Big Pharma
Is indeed
married to the FDA
And
our CDC is trying
to take our rights away!
with fake science!!!

Look into it
call it out
and most of all
kindly ask them to stop
forgive them
remember
they don’t realize
the severity of their actions

I’m opened to listen
to any opposing view.
Funny the things
we believe to be true..

I once believed
in all that can be seen.
I never realised
life was but a dream..

More importantly you!
And all that you lived through.
I’d never underestimate
surviving in the human zoo..

The calling is quite clear
“wake-up the time is here”
No don’t go back to sleep
In the materials of the meek

Rise and shine
with your true kind
Claim your human needs
Take a moment outside of time
Let yer enter guidance lead!

What are your feelings asking you?
Your heart is on the line
Hear the greater calling
For we are all divine!