Perhaps..
We came here to experience love
Because..
This is the only place love exist
Question is..
If so will we be able to take love with us when we go?

Perhaps this is the only place
where music exist
Angelic arrangements
cosmic gifts

Perhaps this is the only place where hate exist
The gravity of separatism causes platonic rifts

Time and space can exist anywhere?
Perhaps only here..

I love it here
and I won’t let go
Nor lose my connection
to love, music, time, space and soul!

Are you still the same person
as you were back then?
That demon on your chain
no longer can..
All your DNA
has fallen behind!
Do you actually possess
that same state of mind?
Have you learned to forgive
are you angry less?
What’s left to your life
if you pass the test?

At this point of my experience,
I am very content with my reality.
Happiness is being alive, I came here to live a good life and know love from an individual perspective.

Why are you here?

Be careful folks and do be warned
there’s no safe place in open forum!

Perhaps you seek a loving rhyme         In the intimate sea of human kind
Perhaps you believe in a sacred place
Where love is limited to face-to-face

Perhaps you forgot to question why
Believing it’s best if others die
Open forum allows these things
But just be warned of where it leads…

In to an agreement
we’ve been tamed
Fear of rejection
will always remain
A nod of the head
do as you dread
fragments of images
spin in our heads
Until we figure out
our place in the plan
In new agreements
we make our stands.

I realize that we are different.
I am for world peace,
you pretend to care..
Behind your eyes
there’s only evil out there.

But I have met and experienced
people all over the earth.
They are all just like we are.
They  have the same hungers
and thirst.
We all want love and prosperity.
Knowing this brings me clarity.

Putin and Xi Jinping
actually hugged!
Come on everybody
share the love!

Proud to serve
such empty words
The war machine
is quite absurd
No glory of service
as innocents dies
Sign over your soul
on dotted lines.
Pledge allegiance
close your mind
Thank you for your service
But we must warn you..
Don’t you dare step out of line.

Living with a forgiving heart has changed my reality.
My wounds heal at an accelerated speed.
A knife in my back does not define me.
I hold my head high and dissolve my dis-ease.
I care not to cast my reflections
nor lose my soul in the pursuit perfection.

In a higher vibration
I resolve my agreement’s
to this madness and rise above!

Supremacy is but a belief
held by the sleeping elite.
It’s the mark of Cain
the illusion that religion leaves.

Religion walks hand in hand with supremacy…
Us and them biblically separated.
Yet somewhere inside the spirit of human knows better.
Try to justify if you may.
But it is merely your soul twisting inside…

The goal is love
The roadblocks are our own minds
The programs of our childhood’s
Renders are spiritual eyes blind

Stumble as I may
My heart will never delay
I don’t want to be left behind
In a hell of angry rhymes
Hate is a war within.
It will **** you in the end

Surely the end is always near
When life becomes a disease,
death is the only cure
Sooner or later
all we loved will disappear
But you know
it’ll all still be here
all those things in life
we foolishly fear.

My poetry is plagued
by politics.
The activation of my activist
is triggered by injustice.
The conviction of my moral judgement is put on trial,
for all to see.
And so my spirit is free!

I reiterate what I said before
I need no gender nor ethnicity to block my logical judgement
I am human
and I know right from wrong

I will not put anyone in darkness
I refuse to **** anyone
Just think of a world
where everyone thought like me
Hate would no longer cause misery

All of your religious reasoning
Exist in a fog
The law of love are lost
I seen it through your eyes
When I was one of you.

I read that book of hate and death several times and each additional time it ****** more and more spiritual energy from me
It’s clearly a book of supremacy
The chosen ones only matter
Why would god write a book in the devil’s handwriting?

Look where remembering
“The Sons of Amalekite”
has brought us.
How about remembering to love instead?

We can never have world peace
as long as people are at war with their self.

Perhaps I prefer to play the ghost
To only be seen by the ones
I love the most
To limit the stress
Of life’s bumpy roads
I won’t let bad take its toll.

(But that’s not how I use to roll)

Life’s beauty fulfills my quest
A peaceful life is my success
There is no sense in worrying
Simply stay out from under the gun
If there’s nothing chasing us
There’s no need to run.

Whoop's!
I fell back to sleep
I let the gravity take me
And knock me off my feet

It happens to the best of us
The lower self prevails
Stumbles back upon one foot
Face to face with hell!

This time Divinity awoke me
And saved me from my pride
Now I’m not afraid too live
And I’m not afraid to die!

Greedy rich neighbors
and their “keep out signs”
no hunting, no trespassing,
no solicitors of any kind!

100 acres is not enough
for greedy rich people
who have a lot of stuff.
I reckon it’s all in case
their going gets rough.
Of course the rest of us
would just be out of luck.

If I had their money,
I would give it away,
you can’t take it with you
at the end of the day.
People simply gets old and broken
with all the wealth they have
put their hopes in.

Eye of the needle open wide
I’ll be broke as hell when I die!

The clouds refused to allow
the sun to shine as bright
but love will always find a way through the darkest dreary night

Take my word
My poetic hand
I am much more spirit
No less human
And..
Don't believe those lies
you're telling me,
I have spoken your words
I've dreamt your dreams

Nothing can separates
The quantum hold
We are fractals
Of living souls
We are but dreamers
On different clouds
Shake me no more
I'm wide awake now..

It takes its sweet time to swell
but my rage is quickly quelled.

I love those stranger
and so I wave,
I greet the world
With smiling face!

I don't chose sides,
I strive for peace...
When it comes to human
I am but a beast.

In the substance of my dreams
I saturate
Dopamine drives my depth
I draw my dreams
From the subatomic plunks
The eternal fountain of rest

Cognition failure
The source of my imbalance
Loosens my fall to flight
I attempt to pull to the surface
With all my diminishing might

Here the puzzle pieces
Somehow seem to fit
Paralyzed but for rem
My waking body starts to twitch

I gasp and hold
As it quickly slips away
Random samples left in my mind
Only a couple pieces stay

We all have two beings in us.
First our earthly body comes with a lesser self but fortunately we have an eternal spirit that is our higher self.
We are connected to our lower self, that is really child minded and is easily addicted to all the things this world offers.
Our higher self wants to be right with god.
Our lower selves can cause us a lot of stress when we let it drive.
I know this to be a fact.
I was on Klonopin and drinking and blacked out, my higher self lost it's connection and so my lower self was driving.
That's the day I got shot.
I could not justify my actions that day because I wasn't there.
I'll never leave again or go back to sleep and forget that I am eternal.

What if we stripped away all the barriers that separate societies?
What if the whole earth became one people with dignity for all?

Are you thinking about what this would do to your money?
Ya that's the problem with our kind.
We're not really on the immigrants side.

Life is one big soul test.

Pardon these mind
racing thoughts
wandering about.

I'll attempt to reel them in.

This sometimes happens
to my poetry
every now and then.

A few more rhymes
and then I'll begin.

Begin a new day
shaking off the night.

My soul is still out there,
but here I'll set and write.

These wandering racing thoughts
of the early morning light.

I'm not willing to chance it,
casting judgements through my eyes.
I hold my observations
so as to keep my heart alive.
Sure,
I've been through hell and back,
as much as I could take.
Still I refuse to let hell take from me
the reason I escaped.

I won't condemn the blind,
nor the folly's of the meek.
Besides..
Casting judgement is an indication
that karma will repeat.

Home is where I started,
on my way is where I've been.
Now that I'm here I shudder,
to go back that way again.

Home is where you make it,
get there before dusk,
love it there awaiting,
with people that you trust.

Let it last forever,
the music that we make.
May we always be moving forward
on the roads we chose to take.

The only evil
that we need to fear
is not over there,
it's over here!

The agendas of fools
who abuse our flag.
The acceptance of military officers in drag.
Weak and weary is become our brigades,
under a leader who can't find his way off a stage.
Mumbling and stumbling
and going to war...
The lesser of two evils
all the way to the core.
There's no reason to be proud,
no not 🚫 anymore.

I need not identify to any gender
nor ethnic group to know myself.
I am exactly like you,
a spirit being having
a human experience.
Mostly invisible.

By the way...
It's good to be here with you.

You can't catch me sleeping,
I keep myself awake.
I balance myself
in this unstable world
with every breath I take.

With every evil deception
of the powers that seem to be,
I won't stop shining on
from sea to distant sea.
I won't stop loving my fellow beings
nor deny the Divine in everything I'm seeing.
Oh no..
You won't catch me sleeping!

What gender ties can creativity
possibly hold?
Aesthetics are of the wise, the weary and the bold.
The masculinity of my words have a feminine side.
I'd rather shoot straight then wobble in my minds eye.

So I no longer follow Hollywood's great endeavor,
I don't consider Oprah or Ellen in any matter clever.
Hooray for our side is lost on me,
my poetry has set my spirit free.

The mycelium network seems to be connected
to my corpus callosum
just beneath my cerebral cortex.
I lay naked on bare ground to recharge and revitalize!  
I am one with Gaia!

If they give me a bag of money,
I might be willing to participate.
Imagine..
Six digits for my soul!
I could live the life of royalty
and corrupt the kingdom more.

But instead I believe I'm
blessed to be poor...

(censored)
It don't matter if you chop the head off the beast, the head keeps growing back. Changing from blue to red now back to blue, evil is clearly on track.
Yet how many more heads do we need to chop, to **** the beast and make this stop?

No need to censor the sword,
it's simply a gift from the Lord!

You scraped me from your heart
and throw me in the dark.
Only so many life times remain.
But...
My love is real,
it can't be killed
in hatred
I could never sustain.
And so...
(The unfolding)
I shall not **** you back,
I release you from the darkness!
I have come to realize,
I am but a spirit in a human body,
identical to you, having a human experience.
May you be blessed!

My dear zombies,
being beyond contempt,
I merely pity you.
I've tried to revive you
from your slumbering grief.
Surely universal truth
would give you relief.
How bothersome the factors on which we depend.
I shall not hide my contentment
nor bridle my intent.

I no longer give my consent
nor do I agree,
to this world that we've created
in the hunger of our greed.

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
...
Please pray for world peace 🙏

Dear friends, I miss you all!

I am no longer online to be snagged by lure,
AI no longer has a spell on me.
Deep in nature is where I seek my cures,
off the grid I'm finally free.

.

(Romanticized not derogatory)

A bard is a poet
But not all poets are bards
I love to sing
And play my guitar

Dancing comes natural
Spinning on one toe
I take a gracious bow
Into a power pose

I’m more then the rest
My poetry’s the best
I recite the hero’s creed
I lead the chant
In a warrior stance
Into the violent streets

The news of the day
Rolls off of my tongue
Stanzas dressed to please
To the local tavern
The patrons run
To drink and brawl with me

Barmaids to breed
Sweet honey mead
The good life
Yes the good life indeed!
I make a loud toast
A salute to our host
Another round on me!

I know you are a seeker of both love and enter peace
but I also know the blindness of an over burdened beast.
Shackled to the motherland’s
home of the safe and free,
where closed mindedness
locks us into war and misery.

It’s moving ever faster now,
this reckless refusal til the end.
Still not a single choice is offered that stand a chance to win.

How on this did we agree?
We’ve been comfortably asleep in our greed.

We were but children when the programming set,
now unconscious slaves
on to our deaths.

I’ll never be on board
for any war
ever, ever again!

Those driven by hate have already lost!
Please seek peace at any cost….

When I'm out drinking
On these weekends
You're the thought
That gets me thinking
'Bout all the loving
I ant been making
So tell me darling
Are you taken?

Okay
Let us take a moment
And break this down
If you don't believe  
In global warming
By now
You're probably not
Going to come round

But perhaps
We could take a step back
To when pollution was indeed
A matter of fact
Such as
The black factory smoke
And runoff waste
That fills our water ways
Coal soot that fills our lungs and skies
Sewage that fills our bays

Poisonous smog
Settling over our industrial cities
Toxic chemicals giving birth
Have you no empathy nor pity
"As our"
Emissions are ever choking
Scorching the earth

Can we start over
Sure it's no big deal
Can we at least agree
That pollution is real?

How dare they should determine what come next?
Chaos agreed upon then pardoned when there nothing left.
Daily I retreat to my wisdom’s core, calmly deep in nature I can breathe once more.
In this matrix I feel less than complete, everyone I know seems fast asleep.
With eyes wide open I can hear our heart beat, I push forward in the beauty of finally flying free!

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....