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Discovering Thyself
A host of poems and blogs regarding the discovery of the self and how it pertains to the world and other people. Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/discovering-thyself/support
This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/05/11/words-of-persuasion/
"Their words of persuasion keep souls locked in a cage, and-
I can’t help that I want to run,
Escaping the future with the loaded gun,
The world that I see is a world un-free,
Lying to ourselves for society.
Crying in the dark when we want to fight,
Falling in a hole and we see no light,
What we aim to see becomes reality,
A soul in the dark is controlled, indeed.
Tomorrow doesn’t come until you live today,
Live in the present or you will obey,
The one’s with their pens hold our lives like keys,
Unlock your door to a life that’s free;
Awaken your soul to a world of one,
Escape from your hell that you’ve overcome,
There is no love in a tyrannical state,
Follow your heart or consume the hate."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/05/03/creator/
"Every *Creator is a teacher speaking into the world lessons that they themself have learned. We ought to pay attention, for we All have something to learn from one another:
All of our experiences mold the world into a vast library of stories that all of us humans bare and share, it is the collection of these stories that bind The Book of Life, and the librarian of such book is God.
God hath born us unto the world, and watched as we cast our liken of His creation of us to that of our own creations, some of the creations of creation of Man are but pitiful musings of thoughtlessness, and Ego. Yet, as light hearkens God’s modus operandi within the Heart, Man is destined to find it, if He so chooses. So that, if in choosing, Man may create beauty of blissful thoughts and dreams, by following that of His own Heart, and thus, spread them unto the world to further God’s creation.
One should preclude to act as God Himself, however, lest He come to onerous judgement; lest He destroy creation altogether. For in Man’s vision, creation may bind into the metamorphosis of disruption.
*Creator: God, Writer, Artist, Singer, Actor, Dreamer, Student, Composer, Mother, Father, etc."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/28/he-is-free/
"A Man in His purest & truest form courageously prowls like a warrior,
embracing the storm, camouflaging His scars and Achilles heel —
with the wisdom learned from the Stars.
Aiming at the target through His sight, the glory mended
with His might, strengthening His soul throughout
the shadow growing, in the Night.
His logic and planning, His patience and understanding,
His landing on His feet brings forth Power,
even if He bows down to the knee.
For when He sees the beauty of life, He is truly Free.
When He finds Love within He, and Love within She,
and all of Ye — He is Free."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/27/a-fever-of-time/
"The fragments of history lay like treasures in the sand,
Hiding among Man and the weathered fury of the land
The relics of life’s past, a flash, a fever of ‘time’
Hastened to the beckoning of change, of life’s test, of death
Of wicked musings and fancied choosing’s of Man.
Man, the molder of thoughts & plunders of events and acts,
reflecting just who He am.
Man, the chosen one, self, leader of the Band, among the land
Leaving God, rightly, to delay His hand
For Man, fighting amongst himself, is hardly trusting of the plan
To Be
To See Clearly
Who and where to place His hand.
Drowning in clouds of thoughts
Precipitating acid rain
And cleaning it up with a mop
Frozen, sounding the horn of the train…
before he derails himself from the course,
And He, in vain..
Man, the answers of seeking, and where, too, do they grow
Into the Garden?
O, if He’d only know."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/24/diet-happiness/
"The Sun sings lovingly, announcing yet another day of the life lived through our eyes
The birds chatter things of happenings and survival, like humans, and other beings
The Earth breathes in deeply, housing our very existence, with our crowded thoughts and abandon
Life seemingly couldn’t catch our attention as of late, as our attention is already captured by algorithms and quick bursts of Diet Happiness —
as this Illusion fulfills our awareness with cheap glittering thoughts and musings.
Now we humans must rummage through all records of the past to glimpse softly at the pieces of our puzzle of Purpose —
clenching onto the hope of the all encompassing taste of Freedom, at last."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/22/the-spiritual-battle/
"all is not lost
as the spirit remains within
if only in our hearts
does freedom rise
and the soul reach out
only for life to win
for this cause
is not for the faint of heart
it is for those who wish to
ride into the wave of light
beyond what the eyes interpret
as “sight”
the soul is not
what can be described with words,
after all,
it is what can be felt
with the heart
and shown with the energy
accumulated throughout it all."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/20/heightened-senses/
"the calling crisp air entices the spirit,
goosebumps rise to show the heightened senses,
hairs stand straight, then move in waves,
dancing with the wind.
eyes closed,
deep breath,
pretend to sleep, for it’s time…
to go back to reality
again and again,
until a choice is made.
here we are, 'to be, or not to be.'"
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/17/change/
"Change
the inevitable rearrange
the landscape in your mind
to envision the landscape of our time
Spinning, out of control
time, now on patrol
to capture the essence of life
within hands ripened to receive the strife
of the inevitable
change
The suffering of the land
the horrors of man, damn!
what have we done to be so cursed,
entrapped in a band —
wishing only for change
Looking back
contemplating our choices of the past
wondering why our ways never last
for do we lack the ability and the insight
to be free from this cast…
while praying for change
Run! Run fast as the hand hovers over the musings of man, lost in a cloud of thoughts all over the land, wishing, again, for change —
but always running from it just the same
For change leads to the unknown
and it rather grinds like a stone
pushing us against the grain
pushing us that cling, to remain."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/17/as-life-hangs-in-the-balance-the-whole-world-lay-in-these-hands/
"Climbing, climbing
looking around
chiming, chiming
thinking aloud
Wondering how the whole
world could be so proud
Finding all these reasons
to fade into the crowd
sighing, crying
from the bottom
of the ground
eying the sky
listening to the sounds…
the people all around
on their knees
crying, hiding —
filling in the void
with vices and lies,
trying to get a grip
on the edge of the Earth
meanwhile the whole world
is dying inside
following the path
of our Mother’s and Father’s:
lying and fighting
crying and dying
but you see,
the people are
still always trying
I thank God
for this life,
yet now my
soul is sighing —
seeing that the whole
world is dying…
and I look to these
hands,
for it’s inside the mind
that We dance this dance
but there’s a chance,
there’s a chance!
before our souls
leave this land
a chance to awaken
to pry the darkness from
these hands,
the shadow from
these lands,
the hopeless from
their strands
I pray,
I pray that God
will let us
dance this last dance —
For:
As life hangs in the balance,
the whole world lay in our hands.
And I know we have the Will
if we’d just take the Chance
I know we’ll find the Light
if we’d just lift our Hands
Try with all our Might
While we dance this Dance.
For:
As life hangs in the balance,
the whole world lay in our hands."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/10/another-dimension/
"Wouldn’t it be amazing if suddenly at the lowest depths man sinks to, the seemingly inevitable decline of the economies, cultures and societies we founded, the incline of man’s descent into chaos, war, and further, the destruction and death of our species between all nations had suddenly ceased before all of our very eyes, as we awakened from our deep slumber… only to realize that it all was just a dream. We awaken in another dimension, having been hooked to a “machine”, although it doesn’t appear to even exist, as in this dimension all beings had risen above their flesh and became what was within. Only, they were all about, they were one, all along. And the “machine” existed only in the figment of the imagination, in the creation of creation… And then the creation closed their eyes to sleep, to Dream, about All the possibilities. Our current dimension being one, but being one that simply doesn’t end well… so we all Wake up, we wake and start again. Onto the New dream. But as time does not exist, but only in our dimension, it’s almost as if nothing ever existed at all."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/09/the-fever/
"the fever
beckons
unruly thoughts
masquerading as
solutions to the pain
but the clouds only form
to give way to the rain
from the seed
planted long ago,
from the grain
leading way
to the fever
that your life
had only
known —
pain,
the tears and fears,
your thoughts had sown,
from those moments,
from way
long ago.
The fever,
when will you
allow yourself to
let it go?"
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/22/sin-factory/
"Maybe the Earth became a Sin Factory;
to keep people harming themselves, and others,
they must know information, but too,
must be blinded by the information they are forced to learn
so that they don’t know what they do,
and don’t know what they don’t.
The sin is an undeniable truth,
the truth of our thoughts and actions
that continue to permeate throughout our
generations, past and present, and moving onward.
There is no way to go back in time to reverse
the damage we’ve caused,
there is only realizing the truth now
and correcting our current path
to stop the Hell in the world, and
avoid future afflictions.
We are all [currently] blessed with the Free Will
to Think, and thus, Choose our course.
We can create Heaven or Hell with the realization
of our power of thoughts, likewise, of our power of collective thoughts.
The invisible force is great in power,
if only you choose to believe.
And if we all believed, then maybe we wouldn’t
have to live in a Sin Factory
where we’ve heated, boiled, and simmered
in our own Hell of suffering."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/19/hey-doc/
"Hey doc.
whatcha got?
another pill?
oh, stop!
what’s the deal,
don’t you listen?
why does my “healthcare” feel like a prison?
Hey doc.
didn’t you hear?
the pills didn’t work,
i’m leaving them here.
why are you writing more
notes on your paper?
my life ain’t a bet,
and this isn’t a wager.
Hey doc.
why don’t you care?
I tell you the problem,
but you’re just not there.
sorry to waste your time
but I’m Sick of the prescriptions.
I came to you for help,
but you can’t see past your Commissions.
Hey doc.
don’t you know?
it’s not about the money,
and the ‘Healthcare System’ is for show.
see ya now, I gotta go!"
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/18/the-repository/
"The mind stores, like a repository, information within its filing cabinetry and walls — the cracks stuffed with information intended to be veiled until truly necessary
Yet, the heart, the foundation, may cave in and swallow it whole, if the janitor fails to organize and keep a tidy place
–
The mind, the storehouse of things
The heart, the janitor who either passionately tends to the storehouse, or sloppily throws the files about in haste, without regard to the beat of their own drum
–
The mind, the control room
The heart, the controller
–
Yes, I’ve stepped into the repository to obtain this information, as in the file, it states clearly, 'the mind is a terrible thing to waste.'"
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/08/serene-serene-serene/
"Close your eyes don’t peep
It’s time to go to sleep
Where all your dreams fall into place
And let you win the final race
Within the clouds inside your mind
Among those seeds you plant in time
If only you would take a look
Upon this land, and in the book
The book that doesn’t spell a word
A true reflection, destined spur
Deep within and far about
The trail the spirits walk about
Behold the truth and, so, the wise
Exclaim the Will in each man’s eyes
And, too, the heart that plays a song
Had only now to right the wrong
For in the distant brilliant seas
The end of time spoke in the breeze
…This time we had to close our eyes
To wish us up a big surprise
A fantasy within the dream
Where the end had left the scene:
Serene, serene, serene."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/05/the-dream-within-the-machine/
"exploring
enjoying
nature,
and her calls,
the beauty of it all
the wind
when she makes her presence known
I see the dirt
travel
like footsteps of the Earth’s breath,
becoming unraveled,
walking
enticing
the call of the wild
among the land
the birds chirping
and chattering
and talking
in their tongue
fluttering their wings
singing things of things
watching me as I watch
back at them
the trees swaying
the bugs claiming
the land
the Sun in the sky
lending a hand
to the beauties and beasts of the land
whilst eating and soaking
the life in
walking and stalking in circles
hoping
life, too,
will continue to lend a hand
to the call of the wild…
and meanwhile I play pretend
wishing that this life would
never end
the beauty of nature
is here, for now,
but tomorrow
man seeks the call of machines
where nature
had only intervened
I’ll miss the birds and the trees
and the bees and the spring
so I take it all in now
taking deep breaths
before man
takes it away indefinitely
and I’ll play back
the memories
the songs she sings,
life,
when the sky was pleased
before man urgently
takes it away from thee and me
and, even then, I’ll still sing
playing them back,
gleefully,
the memories,
the beauty
that life had given to thee and me
the life,
the one and only,
soon to be…
The Dream (within The Machine)."
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Find this on my blog: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/core/
"The heart, at its core, is an instrument
A beat and a drum, a song to explore
Its magic is truly magnificent
Its beauty shines greatly
The energy, sure.
Its path, like a hand, leading you forth
Lovingly, truly, surrounding the land
Embracing you fully,
Whispering soft
Lighting the way,
And lifting you off.
The heart, at its core, is an instrument
Its beating is rhythmic
The drum beating soft,
The song singing to you,
The energy, stored
The love travels through you
Its presence is more.
The soul, at its core, is energy
The light from within
Challenging sin
Its place isn’t seen
Its purpose is keen.
Its path like a trail
Travelled so well —
Discoveries hidden
For those who do look
Its pages are written
Like that of a book.
Our being, at its core, is a moment
Here for today
Leading a way
Discovering life
Until it all ends
For as day and
As night
The time becomes
Spent."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/02/songbird/
"Your heart is a songbird,
it sings sweetly to my soul —
the realest love I’ve ever known.
It beckoned me from the depths of despair,
and I know your love is fair —
for you truly, and purely, always care."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/25/learning/
The robot voice reading this poem does not do it justice, but here are the words:
"spinning
grinning
memories gleaming
holding hands
pocket full of posey
but we don’t fall down
the ashes cease to float around
laughing
jumping
heart pumping
happiness in knowing
it was this easy
all along
like a child always searching
learning
yearning for freedom
to be, to see, to sing, to dream
to close the eyes
and learn to fly
so, too, in dreams
as in the world when the eyes are open wide
humming
peaceful lullabies
and reaching for the stars
becoming just who you are
as it’s from within
to shine like a star."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/25/strange/
"so life, we meet again —
you come in many forms,
and I hear you,
though I don’t always see
you tell me the secrets
of the wind,
I close my eyes
and breathe in
I hear the birds so clear,
singing all day long;
I wish I could sing back to them
in their own language
Am I strange, life?
I hear you more than people,
and they don’t hear me
very well either
It’s lonely where I am,
I’ve struggled to understand
where I belong,
yet I never give up
on finding the path
Because I can feel with my soul,
the beating drum,
the song of my purpose
And though I don’t really know
where I fit, I know you’d never
leave my side, nor
throw my soul to the abyss
I hear you,
I trust you life,
it’s me that needs to change."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/16/so-clear/
"I can’t lie, sometimes those damned tears still fill my eyes
I faltered when I spoke, because I pushed away, then moped
Then begged for the time to give it all back, and cursed at the wind, and fell off track
…But the wind took my breath when I learned to see, and I opened up my heart, and heard the song from The Sea
It washed away my fears, as I dried away my tears, and I let go of my thoughts to sail away from the loss
And then the sky remained so clear."
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"thick sky water
floating
is the skies
so facing
to the screens
blindfolds
our looking eyes
to see the lights
and gleaming
to see through lies
and beaming
from talking heads —
around the clock
eating words
with all their “talk”
filling ears with fears
and loathes
to undress the eyes
to impose,
impose
and direct the people
to the loom
to spread the fable
much the doom
to pave the
world
with divisive -odes
and reap the
profit
that they’re “owed”
while all the while people
seethe
and blame their neighbor
same as he or she
we look to blame, cos we don’t
see
it’s in our hearts to
plant the seed
and maybe tuning out of
cunning creeds
is where the soul
begins to be."
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"Up and down the block I see
a world that isn’t free
as every soul is locked within
until they find the key
they pray and pray
but stay the way
exactly that they aren’t
a bird enclosed
a cage imposed
a veil covered like art
the pain is full
the dream is dull
the further we all part
Until we shine the light upon
the path that leads us free
we throw the keys into the pond
and suffer, you and me
So let us find the path, away
that leads us from the shore
we shine the way, and on our way
we finally find the door
Beyond the door
unlocked, you see
the light is more, and more
so take a breath
and just believe
there’s beauty to explore."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/10/chicken-coop/
"Cooped up in a box with a flock of others,
destined to be locked in a cage, adorned with colors,
in our eyes the “normal” 9-5 seems fair,
yet the world outside changes by, in a countless snare,
seasons change; people change
…but when you’re cooped up in a box with a screen and a padlock,
the world outside is forgot —
by the chickens cooped up in their void of a box.
Maybe the chickens should go absorb the world once in a while…
maybe then the world wouldn’t feel like a box, devoid of smiles,
And Maybe the world has more to offer than material stock,
Just maybe the world can teach us how to escape our box."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/17/everlasting-light/
"That day I gazed upon the dawning skyline,
the tears swelled up in my eyes —
Not for the sake of dwelling throes,
Rather, the beauty, that life had sown.
For among the rising light of day,
And the promise of the joyful rays,
The sky oozed like paint from a tube,
With colors and hues too brilliant for my eyes to ever lose.
And I welcomed the sight —
Pushed away thoughts that ever might
Steal the beauty,
And the song,
Of that everlasting light."
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"Listen, listen!
Do you hear that little noise? Coming from the distance, rattling our joy?
Someone’s causing thunder, but it’s funny as can be…
For now I start to wander, but the mirror is all I see.
Now listen, listen!
Do you hear that little noise? Coming from within, welcoming our joy?
Someone’s crafting love, and it’s funny as can be…
For now I start to wander, and the mirror is all I see."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/26/peppermint-words/
"Your words strike me like a peppermint mine,
The aroma, and the lasting impact, taking my breath away.
For sometimes your words burn my ears,
Like a peppermint plant burns my nose, but not out of maliciousness, for it too, opens up the senses.
Your words hurt, but only because my mind is too fragile to accept them at the time,
My world, too broken to accept the harsh truth of my own suffering — my own self-sabotage.
Why is it you see through me so clear, and your Love is so unconditional that you fear letting me fall?
You catch me at my weakest, and teach me how to heal, then watch me as I take my steps, and grin from ear to ear.
Why is it that some words last so long, the mind captures them like a record, a picture, or a song?
Sometimes they play over and over, and sometimes they fizzle out, never to be known again…
And yet, all the while, they tend to strike, like the aroma from a peppermint mine.
Words are mysterious, lovely, and strange sometimes, but too, they hold the world and shape it all the time.
I for one like peppermint, but I prefer words, anytime."
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This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/08/mind-vs-soul/
"vMy eyes opened, my thoughts begin to rustle through emotions within the mind’s file bin —
“Hmm…”, my mind wonders, “which to choose?”
Yet my soul says, “No! For the mind is not to lose… Emotions, to give them up or hold them, you must choose.”
My mind wondered not of the souls’ ambition, for it was the soul that made the thoughts alive, the mind just loves to subconsciously utter words for the sake of using them at times. The feeling that these thoughts inspire though, they are stoked by the soul:
Anxiety: that tightening within, that is the soul speaking, that is the warning to release, let go and win.
Joy: that great release within, that is the soul speaking, that is the bliss of energy, breathing in the wind.
But both emotions took root in the mind. The tree of being had grown from the seed of thoughts, but it’s the soul’s job to make them spring to life.
Now I must remind the mind, “Take care good soul, lest your tree decay.”"
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"A part of me, the love it takes
And when I’m lost, the ground, it shakes
Foundation trembles from the trouble
The cracks impress their way to rubble
Among the mess, I’d caused a quake
Undressed those words, revealed my fate
…but all is not lost, you see?
For when the eyes awake, believe
They travel to the land of hope
Where destruction mends to cope
And binds upon the fragile cracks
Secures the fortress, inscribes the plaques
Conceals the self-destructive haze
Detained by the eternal flame
The plaques, like mirrors, of our youth
As on their breast, beholds the truth
The truth that we all hold within
If only we’d become like wind."
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"Control, it must be claimed, you must remain sane.
The emotions, the worries, the fears, they must be tamed.
For if not, destruction booms from within, like a mine —
BOOM! The explosion collapses the structure that holds you in.
Is that what you want o seeker and dreamer of beauty?
The walls closing in, the walls you must rebuild , ever to render, truly?
Else, it’s you who be controlled, guh! Within a mold."
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"Black feathered birds flap their wings across the deep sea-blue sky, grouped in threes, on to heaven, they rise.
Singing through the wind, nodding errs away, from sin. Rising yonder, up, up, and above the brim.
The wind whispers fondly, stroking enlightened plight. Lifting feathered wings along their wedded flight.
Until the high up threshold holds about its hand, and lingers with a welcome, in a dimension far from land."
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"In this life,
As so plain,
You must accustom
To the pain
Hold the tears,
Forfeit the lies,
Tell the truth,
Forget the time
Today is new,
And ‘then’ is old,
You must move on
To light the road
Hold your life
Within your hands,
Build the raft,
Behold the plans
Find your route
To escape,
This mindless drift,
Where Hell relates
Or else you fall,
And suffer creeps,
Whereof perception
Always weeps
From despair
Of which you claimed,
Among the world,
And the enslaved
Find the dock,
Find the place,
Give a knock
Where bliss awaits
Shed the anger,
And the sorrow,
Give no way
To hate tomorrow
Forgive and ease,
The world and ‘me’,
For there is freedom,
Planted, from your seed
If only,
If only,
You let it be."
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"If you sink any lower, you may fall to the darkest, coldest, harshest, lowest depths imaginable.
A place where thoughts may dive deep into the unfathomable,
Yet
. . .
If you rise any higher, you may float above it all, as long as you aim for The Light just beyond The Wall
. . .
Rising, rising, be careful not to fall.
Within the mind, the path presents itself, but too, in the world, the result remains the same
. . .
And the path remain up to You, no matter which you presents to choose —
The waves thrashing, splashing, washing and folding the clues.
The path, feeding, breeding, into the muse,
Time wading,
Drops of Anticipating
The choice
to…
sink or swim."
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"The Sun fell down to end the day,
It fell beyond the rolling waves,
Filled the sky with water color stains,
Among the cotton candy clouds — in the Bay.
And then my eyes filled up with salty rain,
But alas, I see, there was no more pain."
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"In time we may consume whatsoever craves us blind,
But only so long as it doesn’t urge to leech our mind.
For we aim and seek to clench the flame,
And leave the remnants all the same.
If for only we be what we choose,
May the odds deflect the chance we lose."
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"Gripping the ledge, mind falling apart
Lift one string, head thrown like a dart
The ripples making a scene
Tornadoes ripping the seams
Walking fast, under the moon, head held down
And soon
Entering town —
But there’s no sound. . .
Mind tucked up, aiming eyes
The windows closed, to shut out fright
The plume of smoke captures lungs
The lack of food, starts some fights
Yells echo, like ricochet bullets
Piercing ears, guns blazing through flesh and fears
Don’t look now, you’re in a dream
Find out how War entered sleep
Now do your eyes see Freely as you peep?
Dreaming of walking, and walking while dreaming of talking
To the one who Feeds your mind while you sleep?"
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"My eyes traveled to heaven,
Upon the landscape
They rode out till seven.
Upon which they rolled
And came back to home;
Like a projector the memories shone.
What had they seen,
What glorious scene,
As they rode out the landscape till seven?
Was it obscene,
Or was it serene,
As the projector had whirled up the memories?
As the light shone upon
The backdrop, near gone,
The memories had started to play.
And what had it projected
That glorious day,
That my eyes had witnessed till seven?
With the words in a sea,
And the world in a dream,
My reality became known as heaven."
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"‘Twas a ravenous quibble,
How those phases had dribbled,
And danced ’round the Mothering plane.
And only before it, fore life had to bore it,
The lights felt their squander
And pain.
Yet, as they continued and learned to lean-in-view,
The shadow had hovered with the reigns.
But were it to end and
Dispell the enchantment,
The web that beheld it so well…
Learn only in time can the Guild
Of the Lights be nurtured
To find their way home."
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"Within the business
of forgiveness
it’s best not to forget the meaning
nor withdraw to dreaming
while washing away the past
with mere fake smiles and laughs.
The exchange should be quite fluid
like leaving the land of the ruins
to enter the land of bliss
while keeping eyes opened and quick
not walloping into the dark
with happiness, trust, torn apart.
Perspectives shouldn’t bind us in chains
and truth-telling shouldn’t get in the way
of being a loyal good soul
to the greatest friend we both know —
each other —
And love, loving another.
Forgiveness, oh, such is bliss."
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"A cool winters night,
Mothers homemade pie --
Such a delight,
My eyes can't deny
My stomach full,
My words can't pull
The sounds together -- null.
As her love displayed a baking lull...
And I don't dare complain,
Nor use my stringed-together words in vain.
For there are less-fortuned in pain,
From those treacherous hunger pains.
Some live harsh and quickened lives,
They lack the love, and sweet surprise,
Some live on war-torn soil,
Forlorn from fallout and government toil --
Wishing and dreaming of Mothers pie,
On their own plate, that their eyes can't deny.
For the reality that meets their eyes
Is more chilling than a cool winters night --
Lacking of a sweet, lulling, lullaby
...because reality is no sweet pie."
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"Injected to the T:
In the bosom,
In the cheeks
Any way to feel freed,
From the mirror of decrees
From the mind,
From the bees buzzing when you speak
From the lies,
Oozing when you’re weak
From the truth,
Chained to the wall of “me.”
Injected to the T,
In the lips, ass, and ti-tees
Injected, and fighting the Will to just Be,
See, see, it’s more than just “me.”
Never a good time to claim self-pity,
Nor, nor is it witty
When you’re injected to the T,
Injected to the T and only with just “me.”"
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"Dear sisters,
How i adore you
How i abhor you
How i pray for you
How i wait for you
How i helped you
How i dealt you
How i see you
How i wish I could free you.
Dear sisters,
I know you are lost
But to fail you are cost
And I’d hate to just toss
Our stem-knot in a box
That knot that we knit
With our childhood wit
With our talks and our smiles
And our tears and denials.
Dear sisters,
How id love to just talk
And be honest and walk
And learn of our woes
And unite to dispose
That treacherous pain
That stems from the grain
That place we both know
Is where the story is told.
Dear sisters,
How i wish we could hold
The memories whole
And forget all the pain
And let love just remain
Forget all the hate
And the harm that we made
The words that left scars
And let peace fall apart.
Dear sisters,
Will we find that whole peace
And fight for our lives to be free
Or will we give in and stay-hate
And succumb to our pain?"
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"A sprinkle of love, a sprinkle of hate,
What wish of the mind, elicits the fate.
A swish of the tongue, a squint of the eyes,
What whirl of the words could stir a surprise.
Maybe to wish, maybe too late,
Maybe it’s time to stir a debate.
Debating of time, debating of fate,
Debating with words that fulfill our own plate.
What is to live, what will to survive,
Where in the lands had spurred our arise.
Where is the time, where is the place,
How many times have we bet in this race.
Where do we come, where do we go,
How many times had we ridden so low.
What is to guess, what is to know,
What is it like to rise like a float.
Who do you see, who do you show,
What is it like to lead and to grow.
Now that we see, now that we speak,
Realize it’s time, to rinse, not repeat."
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"Fire, I am in control.
Electric, I am not.
Today I may pay the toll,
Tomorrow time forgot. . .
The Fable-tellers tell us all
To seek out Their commands,
For if We want to live so “free”
Our Will is their demand.
But they don’t see the soul within
Engulfed in its own flame,
The more you push and shove of it,
Resistance finds their claim."
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"What a mess, what a mess!
“Clean that writing off the wall,”
What a mess, what a mess!
“before those thoughts begin to fall.”
“In the mind, in the hall,
In the world, before it all…”
What a mess, what a mess!
What a royal fucking mess!
“…But grounded you are blessed,
If you try to be your best!”
What a test, what a test!
“May you rise and let your heart”
What a test, what a test!
“Lead the way and lead the part.”
What a test, what a test!
“Now, may the shadow build its nest,”
May you lay those thoughts to rest.
“As you rise above this test — blessed.”"
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"What divides us as a whole?
Is it the mind, is it the soul?
Is it those frequent seeds indulged?
Those seeds planted by the knoll?
With suggestive thoughts wrongly imposed?
Tell me, tell me, is it so?
But what I really want to know,
Is not where we took the road,
But rather how we can exist,
Amongst each other, far from this.
Away from hate, away from fists,
Away from segregating lists,
With our labels and our tricks,
To rule each other, without wit.
Is it possible to be
With each other planting seeds?
Of, rather, beauty,
Not decrees?
To love each other,
Through the weeds?
To help each other,
Through the seasons,
To build each other,
Finding reasons,
Not to hate, or just obey
Whimful thoughts that just decay,
And hurt each other,
Until we lay,
On our fateful, fateful, day?
Tell me, tell me, is it so?
Can we plant that Golden Rose?
From our head down to our toes,
May that garden fill and grow,
With that rather Golden Rose."
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"Even a poet
Must know it
But
To the world
Not show it
That the world —
Fettered with bands —
Was well off before it
And if failed to explore it
May shatter and fall with the sands
But was it forsaken
Or are we mistaken
The timeline we share in these hands?
I cannot withstand it
This ploy to abandon
The thoughtless who cling to the strands
For I live among them
My heart grows more fond and
I thank God who gave us a chance."
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"Solemnly approaching thee, a brave distinguished march
a rhythm so perfected, a melody protected.
The proclamation of such peace, you’ve strung along with such ease
swaying here, swaying there, dancing to and fro.
This is all just madness now, with such acts, you lift a brow
crowded thoughts were pure just once, treating all as if they’re dunce.
Innocence corrupted now, trembling and cowardice —
frolicking was in the past, the future’s here, it’s coming, fast!"
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"The afflictions lying within the jurisdictions of the land, may be telling of more than just friction among man.
How is it these patterns fluctuate whilst creeping up? Urging people to scatter right before reaching the cusp…
The afflictions lying within the confines of the mind, may be telling of more than just resistance traveling blind.
How is it these patterns postulate whilst deceiving through and through? Leading man to guess his fate, whilst sorting through the clues…
The afflictions lying throughout this realm, reaching high, and reaching low. Reaching then, and reeling slow —
The afflictions that exist here, it seems that we all know, but what does it take to change… to allow the heart to grow?
For you, your heart will know, and show and show and show."
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"Eyes peeping
from the window --
Thinking thinking, innuendo's.
Reeling, sinking,
no more time for seeing,
less dreaming
while your surroundings
overthinking.
Drinking, drinking from
the pond,
while sleeping, less time
to see the pond
is over-reaching and filling
your mind with dirty
thoughts while thinking...
Thinking all the while of breaching,
entering other's hearts
seeking, seeking for the art
of feeling,
and dreaming, dreaming of the part
of being.
But, being who you are
is seeing, and seeing takes you far
from sinking, sinking,
while peeping from the window."
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"The birds fall like torpedo’s from the sky,
aiming for the embracing wind, to sing its song.
The trees bow and bellow from their roots,
the wind stroking the armed branches and
veined leaves as it strolls by.
Upon the stream of the Earth’s tears,
the wind combs through like an invisible bird,
only to be discovered by the fitted puzzle
pieces of its open wings.
The pages of The Book splashing open in
the breeze, for it, too, exists whether
one decides to believe in it or not.
Like relics of the past, the meaning may lose
its way, but eventually, it hears the call from
home, and answers eagerly.
. . .
Ring, ring…"
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"eyes opened: to gaze upon the world eloping.
eyes shifting: to seize the shadow greatly drifting.
frozen: eyes peeling for the horizon.
fixated: determined upon the situation.
listening: for sounds so glistening.
hearing: not admitting fearful veering.
speaking: for endless ears, for reaching.
waiting: for wisdom, not debating.
hoping: squashing pointless moping.
dreaming: swimming, floating, contemplating.
eyes closed: to settle sleepless inner guests imposed.
eyes REM: sinking eyes, weightless body, then —"
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"The thrill met their eyes, with a twinkle yet to be disturbed.
The dwelling of their thoughts were like actors in a play, free to portray a life of rehearsal, yet were still confined to a character, seemingly not of its own accord.
How peculiar this cunning veil had revealed itself to be, how hush-hush society had made reality; The Absolute reduced to mere dust in the wind.
But…
the play was not over, for there are many acts, and the only thing standing between the act and the draw of the curtain, is time."
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"How hard is it to be
when the wind takes the shape of thee,
perturbing the mind —
like a venomous rhyme —
like a trap within time?
Ugh, the emotions drifting along
aimlessly
like a ship lost at
sea!
For where did the captain
go?
What attention had grabbed him
so?
What could it be?
Where had the winds blown but home?
…Only captain will ever know,
for his mind beheld it,
his mind for him to see."
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"How beautiful the heart’s mind,
interconnected to it all, throughout all of time.
How precious the inner workings of the brain,
the chance to weave a dream, to stray away from the same.
How infinite this divine power to conceive,
from word of the Highest, permitting all to breathe.
How endless the outcomes of our deeds,
and the planting of our seeds.
How strange we shouldn’t know
of the world we shape and grow.
How connected, yet divided, the play we let go on,
showing what the human mind can breed
defines us all."
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"Wherefore art thou streaming through our woes, tuning frequent channels, a selection thus imposed?
Wherefore art thou stealing all our eyes, forcing us to turn our cheeks, ignoring the people’s cries?
Wherefore art thou pleading to our wants, doth your greedy heart favor loads at once?
Wherefore art thou human beating heart? It seems to have withered, among Your view of art.
Wherefore art thou thirst for justly freedom? It seems to have been clouded, by selfish thoughts so gleesome.
Wherefore art thou blending to the seams? Silly for you to think that you’d remain unseen.
Wherefore art thou Hypnotist?"
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"…Armed brethren, what have you seen?
Their orders defiled the truth of the scene.
have you been threatened, have you been hushed?
the world wants to know what thoughts hide so lush.
armed brethren, why are you scared?
the mighty with titles see you less fair,
oaths lay on paper, and so too, in hand,
while the Will of The People reach out for strands.
armed brethren, what have you heard?
The People all ’round give you their word,
the Truth must prosper upon God’s soil,
for the Might of The People, avoiding such toil.
armed brethren, wherefore art thou armed brethren?
your soul hath been pinched, taken with venom.
have you the gut to face us, so say?
the world has been blinded to see you this way.
‘Till death doth your visions rest with the land,
keeping your vow, yet dispiriting Man…
armed brethren, You are still Loved,
for blindness does not ‘suade not a Dove.
Whether by trickery, whether by harm,
beguiling orders were aimed to unarm.
armed brethren, do not be fooled,
the men with the titles use You as tools.
coward you’re not, and strong, that you are,
but those orders you take have gone much too far.
armed brethren, wherefore art thou armed brethren?
they see you as pawn, but you know so much better than.
armed brethren, hope to hear from you armed brethren."
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"‘Tis time to quell thy anger, for what is there to gain?
At once you lose your peace, your thoughts swell up in pain.
Never let one test you, nor pest your ego’s eyes,
For once you give in to mere words, your hate becomes their prize.
Manifesting Heaven may thump against their rains,
If only you may find your peace, and let your peace remain."
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"Silly me, wow, how silly I am!
I imperfectly buried my head in the sand,
With a weight on my heel,
And a glare I could feel,
I practically drifted right into the veil.
Oops, wow, how clumsy I am!
I hastily hurled my thoughts in a dam,
With a switch of my mood,
And an ember that plumed,
I frantically swept my head with a broom.
Welp, wow, how aimless I am!
I thoughtlessly wandered well into the land,
With a string on my back,
That I thought I could hack,
But I never could find the trick in the hat.
Now, now, I’ve run out of time!
I magically fitted it into this rhyme,
To retrace the steps,
To find out what’s left,
The act of a mime is funny at best."
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"Interpretations
Might indeed:
Throw you off,
Or cue the key.
They may be right,
They may be wrong.
What thoughts you might
Produce and throng,
Are wrought abreast,
Your cranial chest,
And once adored,
They cue a storm.
And once the lightning strikes your heart,
You tune your lips to play the harp."
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"Little me, little me, what is it you see?
“The world in a bubble is a dreamy place to be.”
Little me, little me, what is it you hear?
“All the people dreaming sound, dreaming o’ so dear.”
Little me, little me, what is it you feel?
“A divine kind of presence waiting to reveal.”
Little me, little me, what is it you say?
“All the people wakened-up, now to find the way.”
Little me, little me, who is it you are?
“I am you, and you are me, we’re close, yet we are far.”
Little me, little you, where to find the clues?
“To see yourself, within yourself, is the highly path to choose.”
Little me, little you, where to go from here?
“Seek and wait, wait and seek, the ‘morrow answers clear.”
Little me, little you, what belongs to now?
“All the things, and all the thoughts, streaming all around.”"
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"Every inch and crevice
houses shapes and sounds,
To happen to its very place,
to be tuned-in from the crowd,
Is to wish upon its grace,
to follow every single trace,
Whether it be here or there,
whether you are unaware.
For life is such a happened place,
an unknown world upon its face,
Yet deeper to the core you go,
the more the truth of life unfolds.
Hidden from material needs
does the answer live out free,
Crying out, but left unheard,
by the mindless, killing words.
The more you free your energy,
the happier your soul will be;
The less you hear the world that speaks,
the more your reality turns out bleak.
Who’s to say the world you see,
in your reflection, in your dreams,
Your choice to reason, and choice to be,
comes from tuning-in, indeed."
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"Are dreams a mere glimpse of the other side?
Failed to be recognized, while questioned, but not defined?
Messages to be deciphered, yet impossibly arranged?
For what belongs in this realm is unlike the other place?
What is it to know the dream
When the dream is all but shuffled,
Showing us our inner mind
Has feathers that are ruffled?
The further more we grow from self
The more we fail to see,
That the world we think surrounds us,
Is someone else’s dream.
But what are we to do
When cast into a shell,
Force-fed thoughts and views
That hides plainly in Hell?
If we are but lost,
That Hell becomes our home,
Where all our dreams combined
May trap us in a dome.
Yet clearly there is hope,
For the light, it still remains,
Waiting to be shone
Among the crooked lane.
That light emerges deep,
From deep within the soul,
Allowing all to see
That light will bring us home.
Are dreams a portal to another time?
A force to be reckoned within the mind?
A place to be seen but not understood?
A realm of all thought that surpasses “bad” and “good”?
Are dreams a message from our version of God?
The one the dreamer sees is creatively broad?
A vision to be seen based on held beliefs?
But not a reflection of the reality we all lead?
Whatever our perception of what it means,
I hope to see the dream where all have been set free,
For when we’ve been set free from our chains in bond,
We take the steps on to heaven & God."
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"Illusions are delusional when none of it makes sense,
your ideas are preposterous, they're filled with such suspense,
the key to your wicked ways is hidden in your past,
money is what you crave the most, you crave it in your grasp,
you see nothing wrong with any word you speak, you are like a wolf disguised as a sheep,
what once was seen as friendship was marred by your own greed,
and still you speak of faith, but your actions just deceive,
how could you be holy when greed defines your God,
what you really worship to is material and odd,
trust was just a tool you forged to make a rule,
yet life revealed your colors, and showed me I was fooled,
now your troubles weigh within the hands of life,
and the experience had taught me to trust only my sight."
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"Let it come to light,
Tonight, tonight,
The stars that fill the
Sights so bright.
Tonight the sights
Stream full of life,
And I
Can see the stars
Alright.
So bright, so bright.
The stars I see
Tonight, tonight.
The stars they
Glisten,
Full of life!
Tonight, they fill
The sights alright,
So my eyes reflect
The night;
Tonight I feel
The light."
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"Like an itch to be itched,
Itching to be itched..
It always finds the switch,
Switching just to switch.
Without a cause,
Nor to pause,
Such fidgeting
Applause.
Aiming to believe,
Yet remaining
So deceived;
Embracing broken
Dreams,
Among the rooted
Deeds.
Wanting nothing more
To travel & explore,
Yet what is near
The shore,
But shattered choices
More.
Only how to fix
Is puzzle pieces missed,
Upon the helm of
Thought,
Does the answer
Weigh its lot.
Once its root is
Plucked,
The rest flees
From its rut.
And then the thought
Of dream
Becomes
Reality.
And once it is to
Dream,
Energy in belief
Becomes
The
Holy
Key."
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"Once you lay a path,
Some are sure to follow,
May it lead to good,
May it lead to sorrow.
Whatever it of choice,
Whatever it of chance,
Whatever words your voice
May lay upon the land.
May they lead to dreams,
May they lead to chance,
Whatever life may deem,
Is but the circumstance."
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"That feeling that you
Get
When you're in the thick,
Urging you to choose
&
Making you feel sick.
"Choose!" it cries
From the inside,
&
You're blind
As
To the reason why.
That feeling deep within
When
Fate's creeping in,
Lurking in the shadows
&
Making you feel thin.
"I suppose it could be
Part
Of the memory",
"Or perhaps it's the
Deed
Fulfilling choices of
'Me'".
What choices that I made
When
Lost in the gut?
What thoughts that I had
Laid
When paved in a rut?
Yet, ignorant or not,
The
Toll
Was
Lot."
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"Along the journey down the road,
Life unpacks its presence from the folds...
It surprises and it shows,
That we don't know all we 'know'.
And even when we see,
When we drink from reality,
The path that we often seek
Abides by our urge to feel free.
Among the path unsought,
Does our mind wander a lot,
Now will we finally find the pot,
To plant the seed, or let it rot?
When we find the place to rest,
Will we finally pass our test?
When we let go and be our best,
Will our shadow build its nest --
And so long, it's forgiven?"
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"The maze of the mind
Takes me to another time,
A dimensional climb
To reach forth, or rewind.
Which level is worth to choose?
Which answer doesn’t lose?
Where to find the clues,
To reach the final groove?
To find the thought so worthy,
To feed the heart, not worry,
To take the steps of query,
To rest my head so purely —
Upon the chance of destiny,
Or rather, dance until I’m free.
To seek the glimpse of eternal glee,
And never rest until I see; until I be —
And spread the knowledge to the seed."
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"The world is a book,
To learn you just look,
It speaks through the winds,
It breeds, and rescinds,
It houses all kinds,
Of species and times,
It grows and it takes,
Its beauty, its fate,
This place is a gift,
We tend to dismiss,
So look to the skies,
Hear all its cries,
Learn of its ways,
And don't look away."
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"What is it with the brutality?
Acting like you beat mortality!
This power you hold should be handled with care,
But instead the academy likes you to dare.
Holding a badge, a gun, and a stick,
Back up is coming, and they're coming quick!
Who taught you to seize the breath of man?
Holding your knee to their necks...again.
Back in the day the terror was real,
Attacking for skin, that was just overkill!
Beating to a pulp until you're fulfilled,
Now that damned immunity, what is the deal?
Is it really for "officer safety" to fear
Anyone coping this life too near?
Is it really you who fear for your life,
With a vest, a gun, and words sharp as a knife?
Your words weaponized for the sake of your ego,
For you "are the law", but who are Your people?
The title of peace has been slayed by your hands,
Your thoughts don't cooperate with the law of the land.
Who do you serve when your job is to lie?
Trying to meet a quota while you watch people die.
When does it end, this thirst for authority?
When do you realize that you're the minority?
Where has it gone, this lack of respect;
Enforcing your ways, ignoring the rest?
One day you'll see that you are expendable,
Replaced by robots, the future's inevitable.
The day your thoughts rest, and so too your hands,
You'll help end the pointless separation of man."
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"Hiding from cold, hiding from rain,
Seeking to drown away all the pain.
Where are they from, and where do they go?
All on their travels they fail to find home.
Who caused them hurt, who took their joy,
Who threw their innocence away like a toy?
Why do they accept their ills like a barter,
Why do they accept the life as a martyr?
Who had them raised just to seek death,
Who had them take drugs more than a breath?
When will they find a place to call home,
When will they discover self-love like a poem?
What will it take for them to find peace,
What will it take to show them the dream?
How does it end if they fail to look up.
How does it end if they itch to hang-up?
Where does it start, where does it end,
If all of us people always pretend:
The world at our feet will always be here,
And our own world of troubles will fail to appear?"
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"What have we done to these people, and what have we done to this land? I open my eyes, and my, oh my, destruction has spilled from these hands.
Not of myself, but those akin, a world of darkness, a world of sin
To cross the pond, to take, and spill, to harm, humiliate, oppress, and kill.
What have we done to these people, and what have we done to this land?
Look around, and what is to see? A land of loss, slavery, and pleas
The land that was stolen, harvested by blood, to kill the soil, with nowhere left to run.
What have we done to these people, and what have we done to this land?
When does it end, the urge to take, the urge to possess, the urge to rape?
Where is it sought, the road to all peace, it seems to have slipped the minds of the ‘free’
Where is the heart that seeks to control, a land that was pure, for wanting of gold?
What have we done for wanting of greed?
Where is the heart the mind doesn’t see?
What of the people that cannot be found, for wanting of land forced them to the ground?
What have we done, our hands painted red, where have we gone when our hearts become dead?
…What have we done to these people, and what have we done to this land?"
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"The key to happiness can only be found in one place, and one place only; from within. The world may be falling apart if you only choose to view the world that way — if you choose to perceive with the lense of darkness, of negativity, then the world will only reveal itself as such to you. But if you choose to view the world as a canvas in which you can leave your impression of beauty…it becomes a whole lot brighter, it becomes lovely, happy, wonderful.
The only place you may find comfort in knowing everything will be ok is in your own heart and mind, worldly objects can never produce the same lasting impression of happiness that you may find within yourself. Once you find peace there (in yourself), the world before you becomes your happy place. And from there your beauty casts a light over the darkness that plagues the world allowing others to see the light too; allowing happiness to exist as a whole.
Everyone has it in them. It’s only a matter of finding that place within yourself that allows you to glisten in the dark abyss, that allows you to see the good in the world even when there’s so much bad. The thoughts you harbor are but a reflection of the world you choose to acknowledge, whether good or bad. So why not choose a happy world with ‘happy thoughts’?"
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"In a world full of distractions, how should I react when…
people all around are hurting so, and hate and suffering fills the world,
where people are losing hope and faith, and the screen that meets their eyes portray:
a fear-filled land of decay and pain, and unjust laws, and unjust ways.
A world of fake smiles, and laughs, and lies,
meanwhile, out here, our people die.
People are hurting, lost and confused, waiting for someone to unveil the ruse,
waiting for people to open their eyes, to spread the love, and cease the cries.
In a world full of distractions, I’m searching for Love, to spread it about, with help from above.
In a world full of distractions, I’m searching for Truth, to spread it about, to leave all the clues.
In a world full of distractions, I’m searching for Peace, to spread it about, to make darkness decrease.
In a world full of distractions, I’m looking at You, to show you I see the world that is true."
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"We’re not falling down, we’re rising,
Out of the realm of what’s so surprising,
Looking around to see what’s what,
Running on to the heart of Love,
Feeling all around in this dark abyss.
Aiming for the light to see what’s missed,
Embracing all the souls that see no way,
Trying to assign the truth to stay,
Asking for a sign to go on to
The mountainous heights of who and who.
For surely at the end we’ll see the One,
To lead the way until we’ve won."
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"If
Given
A
Chance
To
Let
The negative seep out of the waters,
It
Surely
Would
Make
Me
Cry,
If all of my hopes and all of my dreams
Fell
Under
A
Lullaby.
But
Under
The
Wish
I
Wish,
I surely wish for this:
That
All
Of
Our
Hopes
And
All
Of
Our
Dreams
Escape from the sands of time."
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"Changing is a chore,
But it opens up the door,
It fills the sea,
Entirely,
It blossoms
More and more.
Feeling is the best,
It tries you like a test,
Embracing, warm,
Or, too, it’s formed
To gauge all of the rest.
Seeing is sublime,
Perception so divine,
To see the whole,
And find your soul,
To follow up the vine.
Believing is the aim,
When knowledge falls like rain,
To know the art,
To piece the parts
Together once again."
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"Welcome to the city,
Where freaks and geeks can get giddy,
Strumming to their hymns,
And gliding their limbs,
Letting it loose to feel free.
Farewell from the city,
Where freaks and geeks had got pretty,
Shedding their skin,
And floating on the brim,
Letting their thoughts remain free."
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"Why do so many hurt, why do so many cry, why, oh why life, please tell me why!
Why do so many hate, why are so many bad, why, oh why life, why are they mad?
Why do so many kill, why do they love to cause pain, why, oh why life, is it in vain?
Why do so many curse, when we are all one, why, oh why, who will have won?
Why, oh why life, what was it for, once happiness sings internally more?
What was it for, oh what was it for, when people awaken and open the door…
The inner thoughts veering into the light,
And selfless dreams gearing for flight.
Spreading its wings,
Letting past go.
Changing the course,
For virtue, and more…
To open the mind,
and enter it quite.
Forgetting the hate,
love filling the sights.
Aiming for love,
leaving the dark.
Guided above,
together, apart."
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"Some say the end is near, for the world has had enough
The evil and the fear have crumbled all our trust
We’re headed to destruction from all our points of view
There is no turning back, the past is just a clue
The wisdom built within, the strength we share throughout
Tomorrow we all rise, and rid our fears and doubts
There is no time to waste, our life is under strings
Until we learn to fight, the evil grows its wings."
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"Our mind is a wonder, yet, our thoughts in a blunder
When the whole world is perfect in her right, but man seeks to correct it through their sight
Our consumption, and our dreams, our obsessions, and our schemes
Is this not enough? Not for man with lust for power, want, greed
And, too, man seeks to KNOW IT ALL, regardless if it leads to our downfall
The internet was just the start, now he wants to be REAL smart
Inserting microchips in brains, advanced AI fused in vain, but nonetheless, we bind the chains
The gates seek to border man, agriculture, food, water and land, a musk of control, such is the plan, and, the ‘almighty’ law writers and law enforcers will see to it that we bow to their every command
Some see through the petty mind games, yet, some are grasped by charming claims, and musings on their screens and games
“Let us work together to find the answers” they say, yet, they only seek to free themselves, and enslave man to achieve their desires, cast their spells…
Now this, this is Hell.
Once they own your body, your brain, once they control the lands, the food, the water, the healthcare, you have nothing!
To Mankind: Down with The Machine, down with the Regime, down with the Schemes. Wake up now, please."
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"Those eyes have a language behind them
A world full of you’s and who’s all confined in
Maybe just two, or maybe just three
Maybe only one, only you can see."
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"To hate another is to forge a misery
To forge a misery is to feel hate for another
To feel hate for another is to be bound by misery
To be bound by misery is to feel hate for oneself."
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"I love the sky,
I love the birds,
I love the wind,
I love the words,
I love the sea,
I love the waves,
I love the night,
I love the day.
I love the people,
I love the peace,
I love the Earth,
I love the trees,
I love the mystery,
I love the known,
I love the high,
I love the low,
I love the growth,
I love the seed,
I love the you,
I love the me;
I love the everything in between."
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"I want to see with the eyes of a child, innocent and captured by the beauty of the world, I want to feel the sun embrace my skin and feel the breeze comb my hair, I want to feel the sand between my toes and the dirt underneath my nails, I want to run through meadows and jump into pools of clean water, I want to walk among the deer and the birds and the bees, I want to hear the sounds of nature speaking to the world, I want to sing a song and be fearless in the rain, I want to run in the wild and scream at the top of my lungs, I want to hear the silence of the world and feel the peace of night, I want to ride a sled down a snowy hill and laugh from my belly, I want to feel the warmth of the love that the Earth has to give, I want to believe in myself and see through my own reflection, I want to look up at the stars and connect the dots, I want to sit on a cliff and hear the waves of the ocean rolling in, I want to see the grass bend as if bowing to the wind, I want to watch as time escapes the mind, and feel free from worry, I want to, I want to be where the butterflies roam."
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"We guests in our home,
We children in a dome;
A marvel, work of art.
A star, a space apart.
Invisible between, with infinite beliefs,
Connected to it all, the inner eye thus saw.
A destiny we seek is simply to be free,
For freedom is the spirit, and the spirit always frees."
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"To be human means to cease from the demands of fear and prejudice and to stand tall and firm upon the hill of justice, to fight for the rights of fellow humans, and to raise the will of mankind to the perch of injustice so that it may be smited. So that mankind may coexist and live among one another with peace in their minds, armor around their hearts, and fairness in their wake. To be human means to refuse to bow down to false God’s and idols that proclaim ownership of our being, our minds, and our will to live. Being human means to be free, and to fight for the freewill of all mankind."
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Is it so,
We’re to and fro?
We’re dancing on the sands
of time,
And moving to
life’s beats and rhymes?
It seems as if
Our path is lit,
Our hearty hearts
are swimming, quick!
Our energy is full of steam,
From embracing every dream…
Looking deeply in your eyes,
I feel love fall from the skies.
To make its way into my mind —
Where my thoughts are pure,
Sublime.
We fade into each other’s arms,
Embrace our love, and every charm.
We dance until we mustn’t more,
Our hearts beat fast until they’re sore.
We seek to store each long embrace,
Into our minds, our love it takes.
For every moment is a gift,
And every touch feels like a kiss.
Until we cease
To breathe a breath,
I’ll love you
Unto my death,
But even further on
we go,
Beyond this life,
our love is gold.
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In childhood we learn to be
What our parents let us see.
All the joy, all the pain,
Learning to adjust and frame;
Painting portraits all the same.
Of who we are and what we know,
And dreaming of the ‘where we’ll go’.
We cry and scream and fight to be,
Our parents don’t understand our dreams,
Of the things we want, or what we plead.
Sometimes fighting to explore,
The open world of grand galore.
For everything is new and great,
And every fancy fills our plate.
Until we must grow and work,
We lose our glee and happy quirks.
Imagination like fizzled clouds,
Until our dream world comes back around;
Allowing the child within to be proud.
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Don’t ya wish we could all have a wish?
A wish to wish a wish?
What if it’s missed, this little wish?
This wish I wish to wish?
Which little wish is which to wish?
Which wish is it to wish?
A wish is a wish, but which is which?
Which wish is it you wish?
Now which is which?
What wish is this?
The wish you wish to wish.
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Do my eyes deceive me, or is it heaven in your eyes?
When a smile forms in your heart, a tear falls from the sky.
Daring me to run away, begging me to stay.
Separating clouds like thoughts, riding on the wave.
Do my ears deceive me, or is it beauty in the sound?
Finding hidden gems in life, streaming all around.
Daring me to scream aloud, begging me to hush.
Gathering the pieces, to stroke the final brush.
Doth my mind deceive me, or is it finally at peace?
Entering the land of bliss, entering the dream.
Daring me to stay away, begging me to peep.
Harmonizing all I am, within a light so deep.
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The night is cool,
a light breeze displaces the leaves all around,
letting them know of the Earth’s breath.
The sky, a mixture of red pastel hues,
almost a rainbow upon her dome –
Sailor’s Delight.
In far too little time, life all around will have changed,
the night will have gotten darker,
and the sky affixed with visible stars.
A bright light emerges, round and luminous –
the moon.
Some nights we forget about its existence,
but like our thoughts, it is there.
The red pastel sky, now a vision of the past,
a delightful record stay affixed –
like the stars in the sky –
to the deep seed of my mind.
And when I recall the sweetness of life,
I shall recall the red pastel hue of night,
that sweet Sailor’s Delight.
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The oxymoron of the day is that I’m gone, but here to stay.
The past, a shadow in the dark,
And now, I’m searching for the part.
The part of me just out of reach, the part of me that I do seek.
The world is beauty in my eyes,
For I see not the world of cries.
I see people wide awake,
Searching for their part to play.
To end the madness, harmful glee;
Of poisoned thoughts, and damaged peace.
I see an exchange of Love
Guided by the Will above.
Feeling from a place within,
Knowing how this all will end.
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As my eyes stir awake
and I gather to the now,
as my limbs stride on forth
and my mind settles down.
I look up to the sky
and I swallow the open air,
then I relax my eyes shut
with my soul’s love aware.
My breath slowly falls
and I allow my eyes to see,
I take a look around
at the people Love will free.
I listen to the waves
and hear the sounds of God,
and the people all around
playing his own songs.
As my eyes close to sleep
and I gather to the now,
as my body lays to rest
and my mind settles down.
I think about the sky
and I breathe the open air,
then I drift away to sleep
with my soul still aware;
Love will free.
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The trees dance, the leaves wave in the wind
My heart flutters as I lift my chin
The wind sings the sweet song of life
I walk along the Earth’s path as I end my strife
The water rolls between rocks in a stream
I empty out my pockets of the past –
aim my eyes at the water and see my reflection sing
I come to the hills resembling Life’s test
Traversing mountains in my mind, forgetting all the rest
Beyond the hills few steps are left to take
Among the dancing trees and singing waters creation forms and makes
The day turns night, my eyes are feeling weary
I rest my bones, and too, I rest my theories
The night turns day, time to stir awake
I open my eyes to start again, until at last I see –
the world that be is becoming so opaque
The world stops in silence to see if all can hear
For if none shall awaken, all remain in fear
Yet the world still sings the sweetest song of life
And I can feel the rhythm – God’s presence –
singing o so bright!
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As his expectant foot hovered over the golden threshold, a breeze brushed his shoulder to remind him he is where he belongs. The entrance made of perfect geometry and positioning firmly balanced the gate in harmony, and the waves of light reverberated with pleasant calmness…It was the most unexplainably beautiful and mysterious experience to ever have occurred – no beauty like it had ever existed in his eyes. No impurity had ever invaded its transcendental and radiating presence, and its power – untainted – demanded to be known for those worthy of it.
The threshold, that of glorious power and divinity, was only the first step to the kingdom; to the unity.
The threshold held together and embraced by the force of countless spirits whom waged a war within themselves, and once conquered of themselves, spilled the essence of their divine light into the stream of infinite power Their ignorance shed off their soul, like a skin shed off a snake; they were whole again.
For who he once was, like those before him once were, he rid his past self to go beyond. To balance on the line of life, to hold within his hands the eternal flame of creation. Was destiny so clear as the day he set his eyes upon the flame, for within the reflection in his eyes – and deep into his soul – did he rise above the ashes, being born again, freer for having the newfound knowledge of what it is to be… alive.
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All my life I wanted to fly
Soaring with the wind in the sky
Looking all around the world below
Starting to feel like it’s all my home
Sitting on a perch to catch my breath
Looking all around this land of death
Decay all around that rebirths a life
Life continues on whether day or night
And maybe tag along on a sailing boat
Fishing for a catch and finding hope
Drifting to the sea of a thousand dreams
And flying well and high beyond the seams
Lots to gain from this treasure trove
Gold hid within the inner cove
And further just beyond a lit up tower
The spirit of the world, a golden shower
Maybe one day I’ll find a crowd
Or maybe I’ll lay upon the clouds
Maybe one day I’ll make a wish
Or maybe I’ll fight and take the risk
All I know is there’s sides to choose
Better pick right or I aim to lose
I’d rather seek the truth than pretty lies
I’d rather feel hope than wonder why
All my life I’ve searched for God
But I looked outside my worldly bod
I never peeked in to ask the truth
Yet I see now, the time is due
Maybe I’ll fly into the sky
Maybe I’ll sit upon my perch
Maybe I’ll sail into the sea
Maybe I’ll seek the truth, and be
Come to the lands of Happiness
where my thoughts are full of Bliss
Share with the people truth and Love
so that our hearts become as One.
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O the man with the gun, and how he would run, all from his troubles and woes.
Blaming the world for afflictions – and sewed all of the trouble he knows.
For in his own eyes, the devil would hide, masking the path of the road.
And all that he saw, and all that he heard, covered in shadows his bode.
He could not see the reality…that the world that he saw was of he.
And as you could guess all of the rest, he carried his shadow indeed.
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Another day.
A brand new day.
How to start this day…
I must say.
I will say.
It’s a grand good day today.
In my eyes.
In two eyes.
In these two eyes of mine.
I see the day.
I love the day.
I thank the day today.
Thank the day, I see today…
today, the day I see.
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A man that I knew, his world was so kind
His heart was so pure, his hatred was blind
He counted the days as his life had diminished
Observing the race, before it had finished
He carried his life as he carried his soul
Within his own heart he abounded with gold
He never looked down on those in the world
He minded his tongue, lest it would whirl
His caring was deep, like that of an ocean
Selfless was he, and full of emotion
Quiet and patient, and quick to the count
Brilliant with numbers, his view was profound
Never would judge, never would yell
To see through his eyes, you never could tell
The struggle of him, the struggle of life
He beat all the odds, transcending the heights.
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The stem of the Earth rose to the skies
as the seed of Life grew before our eyes
and the Maker of that which gives life
watched from afar as Creation, thus, multiplies
and weaved the Rules for which we must abide
leaving us with only clues to find out Why…
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O troubled soul
how I wish to know
the aching root within
to command again
and rid the sins
to lay into my hands
unfold the truth
and spill the sands
to sift through all I am
for once I know
the path I sew
I may change
the place I go
and so I’ll know
deep
into
my
soul.
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Though there’s days I’ve fallen to my knees and bellowed to the wind, an inner force awakens, refusing to let me fade away into the darkness for very long. Words cannot quite express the phenomenon when this force pushes me to do or say things that I’d never imagined, yet here I am, making a spectacle of it. But in my heart I know just what it is – it’s God.
My younger self always refused to acknowledge this force, further denying what lie deep inside.
Younger me refused to believe in something I couldn’t see with my own two eyes, feel with my own two hands, or hear with my own two ears. I cannot change what my younger self believed; sometimes I just wish I could hug my younger self and tell her, “trust yourself, you’ll make it out, your heart will fly, believe!” But then I remember that I cannot look back, I must keep going, believe, and let the light guide my way – even when the darkness tries to interfere.
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Before I close my eyes
I ponder of the skies
Seeking just to understand
What lies ahead in distant lands
Will it be full of wonder
Will it try to bring me under
Am I equipped to see the end
To reach the distance, among the bend
If I am to find the clues
Will it bring me back to you?
I lean on hope to guide the days
And seek to reach her distant rays
For life springs richness with its power
An endless flow, an endless shower
And while my eyes are tightly sealed
Within my mind the truth reveals
It’s only but a dream.
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Under the weeping willow
The grass lay always lush
At night on a sleeping pillow
The mind forgets to hush
For hidden thoughts and dreams do live
Even in the world’s own dark abyss
For bodies hold the inner soul
Where inner thoughts can always roam
And answers always on display
If ever you had come their way.
By C.G.
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If you marry thoughts, your thoughts control your eyes,
At once you think to judge, your hateful thoughts arise.
If sizing up a vessel makes you feel secure,
Your mind becomes a host, a reality obscured.
If only you’d reflect on who it is you are,
And see we’re all connected, or ever fall apart.
No one is superior, we’re souls encased in flesh,
What matters is interior, so give those thoughts a rest.
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And now you’ve lined your pockets with riches for a king, nothing will make you give it up, no happiness is redeemed.
For shiny little objects are only but a rock, paper dollars crumble, and so, too, your stock.
Monopoly a game that many men have played, but so too a war, that many seek to claim.
All but one surrender for power is a tool, but power has a limit, and everyone will lose.
All above the ashes fall into the sky, all is lost and all they took, but no one left to cry.
A seed shall always grow if only land is left, for if they all but burn, then life remain at rest.
Above all else the Universe shall house another soul, for even in a slumber, life creates pure gold.
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Turning pages to the light
For when it’s dark, they’re out of sight
The words were written from a thought
But soon forgotten, to be lost
And yet the books will see the flames
For evil spreads its ignorant reign
Protect the knowledge from the fuel
And wield the words as such a tool
The future seeks to rid the past
Today forgotten, gone at last
Warnings given all throughout
Unless you hear them, you will doubt
Heed the words for they are true
Or all is lost without a clue.
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Growing old in age but the man still fights
Another unpromised day but he dare not cry
Even when his bones ache, he always fills his child’s plate
No wonder he’s depressed in a world so cold
Now he’s eating less as the bills unfold
He works himself to death so his child can live
To sacrifice himself is as selfless as it gets
In his eyes he is worthless, for somebody told him so
But in the eyes of his child, he’s determined, for he’s never letting go
Love to the old man with the pure, unbroken, soul.
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On such a day of darkness and tears
Came a way of new life and mirrors
On the screen was a speck of growth
Such a discovery was not one she chose
She felt alone and sullen with fear
But things would change well in the year
The heartbeat was fluttering, living so true
Her memory faded, returned to the moon
Now she was glowing, growing with life
And now to the mirror she says her goodbye
Over the moon were the glow in her eyes
Beyond her reflection her soul had arised
A new beginning set on the horizon
Happiness now was worth more than diamonds
For when she discovered the new little life
Like a Blueberry was her little size
Over the hill was new meaning and worth
For the most important of all was the day of her birth.
- To my little Blueberry.
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Down the rabbit hole does the reflection mime,
Imagination in tenfold, no ‘reality’ to leave you blind,
Levitating on the waves of frequency
Seldom is the Universe unlikely to sing,
Where all life serenades in synchronicity
And souls connect as one, in liberty.
Down, down, the rabbit hole
Where the dream is reality and reality is the dream
Where the answers to all are sewed along the seams…
Down the rabbit hole, throughout, and within
Over and under, like nature, akin.
Where secrets are spoken and minds are unbroken,
Down to the great rabbit hole
Near the precipice and knoll,
Where sounds become energy
And energy becomes whole.
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The Universe speaks, not with words, but with sounds
Like the waves of an ocean, the motions can be found
With a reflection in the eye, like a mirror to the sky
When two becomes one, and all eyes become “I”
Where light has a language, and darkness only hears
And the third eye awakens to open up your ears
To tune in to the frequency of life all around, to see that everything is made of light, and of sound.
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Some are happy, some are sad
Some are good, some are bad
Some are near, some are far
Some are light, some are dark
People, people, everywhere!
Some look up, some look down
Some will smile, some will frown
Some will show, some will hide
Some will laugh, some will cry
People, people, everywhere!
Some will see, some will not
Some will think, some forgot
Some will listen, some will talk
Some will stay, some will walk
And some will fight a lot.
People, people, everywhere!
Some will pray, some will not
Some will prosper, some cannot
Some will hate, some will love
Some below, some above
People, people, everywhere!
Some feel light, some feel dark
Some feel weak, some feel strong
Some feel proud, some feel shame
Some play smart, some play games
People, people, everywhere!
Some just argue, some just ease
Some are trapped, some are freed
Some are saints, some are demons
Some have doubts, some have reasons
People, people, everywhere!
Some are brave, some are scared
Some are waiting, some prepared
And some are even dared.
People, people, everywhere.
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The only way to heal is to let go, for misery is like a charm for the lost to behold
Like a rubber band I cast my negativity into the abyss, and it ricochets back to me daring to be challenged, for I’ve missed
So I seek to free my mind in peaceful meditation, to guide the negativity in another direction
Alas…betwixt a little lie and a faint expression, so does the mirror shatter into another dimension
Where ego’s fly searching for a shell, and where another victim may be confined to their own cell
But chains are for those that hold the golden key, for every prisoner contains the knowledge to be set free.
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In a dream I travel to my eye
But beyond the colors and dilations, I cry
In the whole, geometry is at the center
And I gravitate towards the triangle like tweezers to a splinter
It illuminates brighter than the Sun, in darkness reality is undone
I know I can’t see past the gate, for dreaming casts the illusion of my fate
If only I could turn back the hands of time, but I know the hands are one
For time is but a rhyme, and its always “just begun” like the seed of life from the Sun
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A curious wanderer lay to the Earth, upon the grass blades the Sun shone its birth, a seed grows within, the darkness of life, it unfolds, arisen, it becomes alive.
A curious wanderer looked up anew, the Sun now is hidden, the Moon shone so true, the stars they were glistening, shining with soul, bound with the love that life gave worth gold.
C.G.
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A lone rose groweth from the psyche, a sullen poet’s venomous strife, a beckoned hell of thorns grown sharp, for which one fell and pricked the heart, and which the roots were poisoned true, and wither, wither more.
But yet one seeks to see itself, and fall into its reflection, for if it solves the riddled hell, it sees beyond perfection.
To avoid the traps that seek to ruse, a thought of thoughts and pretty muse, or wither, wither more.
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Peer into your mind like a child looking into the mirror and cupping their hands and putting their face against the glass and talking to themself. Without a care in the world for who hears them or dares to judge them. Free your soul like you once were and be, just be. Fear not, go. Life will continue to flow freely like a river while you build your raft to float on it. While you accept everything, and connect with everything, as life had always wanted it. Life will embrace you with open arms like a mother to her young, she will accept you, because you are a part of her, and you always will be.
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And while your body is a vessel,
your mind is the captain,
so advise all your crew
to tidy up ship,
and throw your anchor
when you’ve landed at port,
as you’ve let your mind sail your body
to peace.
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A soldier is a soldier just the same,
No one better for the role
Than one whose darkness remains,
He fights for his keepers
Of those who’ve imprisoned his soul,
He longs for his escape
But his torment is all he knows,
They tell him who he is
And control him just the same,
He’s lost in the mold
A prisoner in chains,
He commits crimes for thrills
Like a rush through the veins,
But in the end it was his own life
That he had taken, in vain.
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Through the glass pane she could see the world beyond, the world that let her see, the world that she let be
Yet the curtain still awaits, for ‘time’ will draw it back, and erase the yesterday, and today, until its last
The world waved hello and whispered all the same, and once yet the curtain unveiled, not reality, but a game.
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A requited love
Is one that stems from trust and loyalty
A bond built on emotion and sensation
Where every action evokes a reaction
Every word spoken deserving of a response
And every touch longing for an internal spark, a feeling always felt
All these feelings stemmed from an unbreakable conviction of love, of hope, of happiness
Your love is my everything
And I give my everything to you
Forever, mi amor.
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The danger in the skies
The people look up in surprise
As speeding jets become
The unsuspecting gun
They shoot way down below
The civilian and the foe
And alas the threat they hit
Include the innocent
And masked faces not revealed
For cowards flee from guilt
And the lives that had been lost
To them amount no cost
But among the danger in the skies
The world had only cried
For what is one to do
When the skies rule over you?
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The glow before my eyes
Holds captive all minds eyes
Enchanting the lost souls
A journey down a dark road
The willing, the hesitant, the lost and the blind servants
Held captive by desire but our souls fight with fervent
Our eyes encapsulated like a pharmaceutical pill filled with poison
And the only chance to rid the waste is to pay mind to the erosion
As life patiently awaits our compassion, humility, and love
The digital world controls our life and fights with our urge to pull the plug.
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Those eyes cursed me with their benevolent beam
And when the sunset stars are glistening
They raise me to the endless light
And when they stare I see tonight.
Upon the slumber of my dome
Does the wanderer ever roam
And under stars affixed to gaze
They never seek to rule with praise.
The blades of wisdom grazed anew
For under feet of wandering muse
The Earthly one give forth the life
The newborn Sun plant seeds with light.
The fluid slithering between the veins
And too it seeks to quench the brain
But if by greed and withered patience
Then be all an end to cadence.
Within the gracious mind so ripe
A wisdom seldom shared so bright
And furthermore the heart’s true mold
Amidst the eyes of wise, behold.
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Up above the Sun is shining, down below the rain is climbing
All around the world is spinning, internally your mind is yearning
For freedom from this programmed test, to fly, untangled, from the rest
If only words could break the spell, and free us from this evil hell
For I see change is marching fast, the present erasing all the past
And who will reap the benefit, a one world leader government
The suffering is finely tuned, and in the future people loom
Wishing for a God to shine, way above the hill we climb
For if there is no hope to last, freedom fades into the past
Choices, there are infinite, but even death is imminent
Right now we define tomorrow, another sunny day to borrow
More than cogs in the machine, mindful souls to be set free
Together we are unity, divided we are never free
Let go of the pain you grasp, yesterday is in the past.
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“Hello” to the unborn
“Hello” to the living
and
“Hello” to the dead
All life gathered on one world
All in death, all in breath, and all in birth
Without the miracle of life
There could be no death
For without the life to live
Death could never cease a breath
“Love” to the unborn
“Love” to the living
and
“Love” to the dead
All life hitherto, pre-conceived, and withered too
Shall always feel the love of you
The you is everyone, everyone is
All are one, and one are it
God is more than just a word of man
A feeling and a unity for all to understand
“Goodbye” to the unborn
“Goodbye” to the living
and
“Goodbye” to the dead
All will rest until we meet again
Even if we don’t remember,
Our souls connect within
Death is not a thing to fear,
nature speaks when evils near
Even when the eyes can’t see,
the feeling is what is to be.
Goodbye, love, hello again.
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Clouds
Emitting
Thoughts
Admitting
Round and round
The world keeps spinning
Who we are
Is never far
But nearer to
The other
Reflecting like a mirror
Rejecting mind-made fear
The spirit within
Brings hope again
For it is always there.
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The trek upon the mouth of decay
To a path that brings no more pain,
What mind is mine to see
Is a world where the lost are free.
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The truth swam like a melody among the liars drowning screams; into the sea of unknowns does the knower ever dream.
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The love shined like a beacon into the hate-filled abyss; like a lighthouse in a mirror does the reflection plant a kiss.
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The soul wandered like a child in an overgrown field; the plucking of a flower marked the Earthly love’s appeal.
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All are one in spirit, but separate on their path; until we meet again, and stop the reigns at last.
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The two within the whole
The warrior and the foe
Within the fight is one
Until your soul has won
The battle of the me’s
The inner mind shall see
The ego shrinks in malice
Drink Me! Just like Alice
Conquer you shall do
When evil casts anew
Or ever you are ill
Prescribed a brand new pill
Alone is just a word
For all are in this world
Love is worth to seek
In truth you shall be free.
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A sinking ship in the ocean evokes much more than a motion,
The encompassing wave stoked like a flame causes quite the commotion,
The highest of highs elicit the wise, where lowest of lows maim the abode,
But all in her travels the ship has unraveled that reality is quite like gravel.
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If in life you never learn to make peace, then in death you will suffer.
For if life is to be a breeze, every breath is to add a buffer.
When the world welcomes no more light, inside is where you seek hope.
But the four corners of a room cannot lend you a hand to cope.
For only inner dwellings unseen by the eye does the bearer cast truth and manifest a new light.
As the heart connects all and time has been shattered, the truth brings the light and oneness with matter.
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They seem to have evaporated much like my thoughts, and without them the sky is empty, like a life that has been lost,
And rain is but a memory, like goosebumps in the fall, but where have all the leaves gone? I see none at all.
Water is but a privilege, food and air now too, the future is looking dimmer, but what am I to do?
The people they were warned, but they refused to listen, now we live in chaos, and the Earth became a prison.
The paper had them fooled, the lies were dressed in jewels, and now we’re left to suffer a life we didn’t choose.
Chaos had erupted years and years ago, but lies disguised as truths appeared as true as gold.
Now we’re in the midst of fallout and decay, if only we all had listened and refused to just obey.
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Up on the hill under darkened skies
Does battle of the self ever reach so high.
The self and the other seek to rule the land
Even as you plead under their commands.
The moon peers below and ticks like a clock
Bright is its glow, but natural it is not.
Fueled by ignorance, hatred, and fear
Only does the self ever see unclear.
To feel is to know the truth abound
To see is to dream while the Earth goes round.
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To blossom among the chaos and uncertainty, the fearless reach new heights, farther than the eye can see, all who awaken shall surmount existence itself and bask in the glory of divine unity, and become the knower of all, as one. And time shall have vanished with the keeper who shall have become entrapped in his own dwelling of deception, and riddled with the fear he had sewed into the fabric of reality, to keep all in his cradle of ill. Those of sleep shall rest with the cradle, those of wake shall rise above it.
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No effort comes without consequence, no matter how little or small, nor how good or bad. Life is a matter of effort, and effort is a matter of life.
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Happiness is likely the only real cure
Not when it’s forced, but when it is pure
Its brilliance is likely the only true light
No match for a flame, it’s greater than sight
Love in the sky, love is your home
Love is just happiness, it rhymes like a poem
Together, ignited, their beauty is one
Within all the vessels, reflecting the Sun.
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Among the bees and the trees and the sounds of the birds,
the city screams loud, among the crumbled words,
the sky peers down on her mother below, as she goes around her troubled world.
She looks around her land of heirs, to see fools with tools and shackled lairs,
she spins around to wake them up, but cast within their spell, she gives up.
She closes her eyes now to spin and yearn, for in the next round, she gets her own turn.
Her eyes see all without a doubt, lest they go deaf to scream and shout,
She only wants to spread her love, rejecting fear, and mindless hubs.
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Depression is a killer, the killer is your mind
So turn your little light on, sing a happy song
Don’t allow the hate in,
You can never win
The virus travels nearer,
Your smile wearing thin…
Think of all the beauty,
Hidden in decay
Even when the Sun sleeps,
A light always remains
The trees they grow so tall and proud,
And birds and bees awake the eye of sound
So close your eyes and listen,
Hear only but the truth
And within awaken,
Pulling at the root.
Beauty is within,
Beauty is without
If ever you create it,
Make it come about
Be the light you wish to see,
It’s only in your eyes that you’ll be free.
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These four corners have seen me to every degree,
All my thoughts, emotions, tears, smiles, anger, even my resting eyes in a dream
But these four corners cannot speak, they can only reflect the vibrations of me,
And who am I to be with these four corners surrounding me,
Who am I to be in a cage unless I free myself from all that I have become,
These four corners offer me a door, in which I am free to come and go as I please
But the choice, afterall, is up to me.
Like the four corners of a room, my mind acts like the four corners withholding my very existence,
I can choose either to stay enclosed and evermore confined to my thoughts, or I can open the door and be free, once and for all.
Because the four corners are not a permanent fixture, unless I allow it to be.
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War had been cast all upon the land
By the man, in hand, the plan to command
The seeker of power, hungry with greed
How could he not, he’d never concede
Thirsty for blood, malice in thought
Frequency tuned, Evil’s the plot
Who could not see all that this is
A game to be played, a challenge of words
But voice or no voice, weapons be drawn
Amidst the chaos, the people stand tall
For freedom of life is the ultimate score
The war of we wars, but how many more?
The Earth lay awake warning us all
If evil prevail, then may we all fall
Man is no match for the ultimate sum
No matter our claims, or how many guns
So lay down your weapons, including your thoughts
Peace lay awaiting, lest we all rot…
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Would you open up your ears
To hear the sound of the truth
Would you open up your eyes
To see the way, beyond the ruse
Would you open up your mind
To think of more than just “me”
Would you open up your heart
To feel what happiness can be
Would you let go of the past
To be present, in the now
Would you cast away your hate
To give your love all around
Would you cease to think of thoughts
To know that you can be at peace
Would you cease to fail in effort
To show that life is what you seek?
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Across the unpaved path
what lie ahead
might simply yet
become distant memories
to be looked back on
and analyzed,
maybe pondered –
or perhaps
what lie ahead
may be
a journey;
a discovery
of the new lifted self
whom may rest upon
the pedestal
of worthy endeavor
if only it is by
means
of stability,
for in the travels of
one whom is seeking
redemption of the self,
one must never give
up!
Never give up on
yourself,
but scrutinize such
thoughts of self doubt
and enter the domain of
your troubled thoughts –
wander to the root of
your worries and
pluck it out with all
your might . . .
examine the root,
now accept it for
what it was,
and let if float away
into the stream of
healing,
embrace yourself,
for you are free to
move on,
to nurture your
new path,
to be.
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Point the finger, run from you
hide in musings, slate the truth
mask the pain, and play pretend
close your eyes, and hope it ends
But when you wake there’s no escape
you put it out, and then you wait
hoping for a savior now
to smite the past, and help you out
For all you’ve said and all you’ve done
you must realize, and make amends
time to face reality
face the pain and turn the key
You are the One, your cloud of thoughts
make a choice, control the plot
escape the negativity
and choose to see through eyes of peace
Or ever you are bound to lies
darkened thoughts and ‘wonder why’s’
succumber to the will of hate
for whom the ego dares your fate…
But once you change perception to
see it all, accept the truth
free your mind; find your will…
take the steps to Heaven’s gate
and be the master of your fate.
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Graciousness hast only begun its embarkment of fervent ambition from within mine own heart:
It quakes with urgency, tasking the mind’s attentiveness to heed its intentions
For the aftermath promised is of amicable ambience, abandoned gloom, habitual bliss…
Most imparitively – brilliance!
O mind within, listen!
Spread this newfound graciousness beyond sight, utter its Will, believe in its Love, know of its Veracity, feel its Presence
Let the light guide your way, cast no shadow of doubt
Taper off self-oppression, disband all afflictions, abandon thoughtlessness
Spread the graciousness abound, let it fall over the darkness and thereafter blossom a beauty seldom seen or felt by those encapsulated in the darkness – the beauty of Love, of Light, is blinding!
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"It takes only one individual to evoke a change within themselves, and furthermore, within the world;
It takes only one thought to shape perception;
One word to stroke emotion.
So, what will it be, in your world of one?
The power of truth, where words are your gun…
Will you inject hate?
Will you inject love?
O decider of thine own fate,
Will you grow to see from above?"
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"Imagine" on mental health. This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2022/04/30/imagine/
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A unique story about unity, by C.G. This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2021/06/10/oh-the-colors-and-they-last/
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A love poem. This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2021/05/29/i-love-you-like-the-earth-loves-the-sun/
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A poem about American Patriotism, written by a tired American.
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Calamity, a short story.
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