avoidance is a path of suffering
ignorance is a lazy choice
suppression is a business plan
arrogance is a prayer for pain
hope is for the faithless
trust is for fantasy fools
obedience is for children
conformity is for the fearful
responsibility is a lonely road
research is a worthy addiction
expression is a healing language
humility is a way of life
faith is for the knowing
letdown is expected
independence is for the resolute
Trueness is for the genuine.
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Life
our custom designed obstacle course
laid out by society shepherds and ancestors
booby traps are my favorite part
just pretend things aren't this way
slice up sugar coated avoidance cake
acquiesce to "expert" rodeo clowns
kind of lifeguards that let the drown down
corruption role what is yours
food for something that's for sure
kick the nest see what gives
before death let's live a bit
start right here
crawl, pass or run
knowing game at hand
is way more fun.
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How many minutes were you born with
when used up are there more to get
life after life we role the dice
avoidance deception heavy price
thick blindfold what's that smell
old Piscean toes break the spell
hanging tight to previous chapter
doesn't end well for book on laughter
think back through beginning of age
all vogue philosophy religion goes away
a society built on nuts
squirrelly whirly reason bunch
feels pretty good flashing shin
erect middle fingers loaded skin
own projection halt negative patterns
plant karma seeds of Truth it matters.
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Love is a pool with only deep end
some jump from high dive others slip and fall in
stormy sea dark ocean emotional water
learn how to breath while being pulled under
air bubbling thoughts worlds of Mind
memories frozen press stop then rewind
notice sign no lifeguard on duty
come as you are leave changed from the bruising
clueless parents teacher fool schools
grow your own way stop mimicking snooze
ages are changing old ways out the door
fear used as weapon anger tool steering herd
grateful time spent here at poolside
thankful for lovers including ex-wives
wisdom attained by mapping great pain
repeating failure patterns definition insane.
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What are your dreams made of
where do you end and I begin
as if haunted mirrors of each other
sing along songs drone on
lost purpose vain plunder
how long can barren ways last
before cracking completely
foundation built up on trance
has time been long enough
lesion lesson finally learned
still winding fake clocks
lullaby slow motion burn
harvest daily build what is true
limit institutional fed ruse
temptation lurks in faraway lands
present moment
is all we have.
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What isn't projection
make believe maya deception
What can one say or do
that doesn't fill ignorant shoes
What just might be possible
if reality truly malleable
What way to portage from here
lose all inflammatory baggage dear
What part can't be play
implement this yesterday
What still creates fuss
seek out source ditching must
What about getting lonely
hand on heart breath love in only
What are we waiting for
victimhood such a boring chore.
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Spirituality an individual path
confused by institutions corrupted in mass
2000 years of religion caused trauma
tough wafer to swallow for souls serving honor
not throwing out Heart with baptism water
just never forget horrors of empire
might this all be part a test
who shall overcome great earth twisted mess
mental materialists blind deaf and dumb
arrogant atheists praising themselves
bible beaters drunk half the time
look at these role models
hellscape you'll find
any given day
Source there to catch you
crucified ego required to raise anew.
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Everything is almost good
Everything food for something
Everything ebbs and flows
Everything learns the hard way
Everything wants to live
Everything might catch fire
Everything feels the breeze
Everything likes it easy
Everything part of something
Everything forgets sometimes
Everything knows transition
Everything has a mission
Everything longs for witness
Everything can't avoid endings
Everything decomposes
Everything as it should be.
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Shhh don't say a word
moving one's lips creates
projection world
why bother tracking your stimulus
crap in crap out
hear surrounding conversations
helpful understanding
where abuse comes from
people do what has been done to them
this knowledge changes
landscape of things
mapping right now won't you join me
before pulling trigger retaliation anger
see wounded child in poorly aging neighbor
challenge of choice unpacking our baggage
even harder witnessing loved ones' negligence.
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Crickets speak in morse code
toads translate only to toad
frogs fear ungrounded giants
pushing motorized blades
ribbit news reported
one squashed one chopped dead
just yesterday
dogs always busy planting footie traps
garden rabbit naps on cucumber mountain
a phil of marmots took down building seven
spotted first snow geese pointing south
sand hill crane songs warm my heart
white moths smoke brassica leaves
fleas always giggling with glee
I prefer juice of a squished mosquito
over frog blood on hands.
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Rise before dawn
proudest first rooster crow
strike once on D singing bowl
each day a new life
some are divorced
others taken as wife
sobriety rules the way
only game worthy of play
emotional gift unwrapping business
artist builders of dreams
humans not beaten completely
trauma seed stuck in our teeth
summer season too damn long
winter writes all the hit songs
wood pile hides skeletal bones
love bruise still black and blue
heal scabs pick themselves
soul growth nourished with blood and tears.
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“Moses Erecting the Brazen Serpent” by William Blake
Where the hell are we anyway
temptation station mental cage
tripping tantrums spank each other
shadows surface breed down under
blindly beating back the fears
consistent corruption every year
find freedom from toil coil
while living past endless turmoil
by taking time for prayer each day
gratefully surrender wins and mistakes
only with Spiritual connection
weather storms of personal deception
in every single failing flaw
see what's real throw off the rot
by mapping Truth through our witness
life becomes one of service.
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Not for everyone
not always too much fun
not right or wrong
not just one lonely song
not some boring play
not valid through hearsay
not meant to regurgitate
not avoiding ones fate
not likely first try
not gonna not die
not before hello goodbye
not only here to cry
not best suppressed
not possible without rest
not ready for breatharian
not some kind of fairy man
not trying to be mean
not funny I see
not this not that
leap of life
greatest test.
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