Part 1: The Natural
The winter wind and summer sun
compete for heat control upon me.
Gusting gales drain of my energy,
as sunlight’s infrared is warming
all within its path – including me.
The Earth’s foundation forces
keep the rains forever on their way
to keep the life on land from mummifying dry,
and keeping us from feeling fortune’s famine.
Yet, so many do, in this unjust and struggling world.
…and where does all the food and crap end up?
A sewer or a landfill or the fattened frame of the American obese –
just 4.3% of the world, using 60% of its resources – what is that?
A thing which we fight for, obviously – greed battling conscience,
winning in most merely mortal minds,
except, perhaps, the voluntary minimalists
who turn to value virtue above all else –
true shining suns in autumn’s deepening chill.
Some consolation – though so many do not win the winter,
spring is surely on its way, for those who manage to endure...
A nature of nomadic roots,
at home in green ecology,
now trapped between these faux-stone walls,
in flux of artificial noise…
The cage can’t quell what lives on freshness –
all of my relaxing humors’ goodness
which I wish immersion in –
what feels like home so deeply
that when indoors, I feel cut off, in angst.
Inside these walls, the neutral, sterile air
may lend itself to escapism –
TV, movies, books, and sleep –
that which I’ve grown quite weary of,
for it is not a true social event mattering thusly,
shedding ripples like the wake we make in life.
Yet I’m enriched by any story’s meaning,
set to living out what I have witnessed
in suspended disbelief.
“Just Through The Door”
Away from the noise
of the televisions,
out here in the breeze
by the call of birds, under
the waving canopy’s shadow,
how my thoughts return to
the silence of my soul,
and I feel well,
now put at ease by
my intuitive accord with
the rhythms of life
in the garden surround.
My home is not what isolates me
from the weather’s Eden state,
but this great, minor heaven,
in which my soul may begin to bloom.
The freshness I inhale, consume,
raises my then-atrophying spirit
unlike any artificial, walled room,
in which a purgatory-life stagnates.
This heaven, ever rolling on,
to different shades and shapes
of beauty, shines divine reward upon
my soul’s attentive focus-energy.
“Rediscovering The Wild”
A shift in view refreshes mood’s perspective,
on life and the beauty and horror within –
apocalypse heaven that lives in its vim,
that’s revealed in gestalting convergences’
interpretational epiphanies, foundations of
animal mind, lived as one with the natural
world, in the grandest wild, which feels like a
home to me, where it seems that I belong,
where the order is random and beautiful,
ever in motion, a living beneficence here
for all life to behold, coexisting within,
inescapably unified to and thus ascended
through, to the heights of the heavens
where one learns of high harmony.
“Thoughts at the Edge of a Forest”
Great god Gaia’s garden, under the blue and white,
the heavens rolling on throughout all earthly time,
your leaves are shimmering, as branches wave in windy grace…
and birds, they dip and dive and chirp and rise,
alive before my ears and eyes…
The sky is bright, though some is shadowed mist of cloud,
that rains away our smiles in time,
but not this day, or in this rhyme…
The joys and pains of life arise, of course,
and we who glide or suffer through them
learn of our experience, of
insight’s evolution shaping intuition’s growth of
wisdom and maturity, our adaptation for life’s challenge.
Blessing is to learn to cure the curse
and find a caring joy to keep. Yet,
time keeps changing, though, as novelties of interest fade to
natural extinction, and the search begins anew
for passing joy – the way of things…
If we can learn what’s right and natural for us –
which I submit as peace and love, as harmony with all the world,
as full acceptance, brighter wisdom, lighter humor –
we may well get there, to find a culture of well-being
that is effortless and well within our care.
Swiftly drifting, patchy nimbus clouds
fill skies above from edge to edge
the whole way ‘round.
A sense of three dimensions
flattening to two, compels my awe,
and I am halfway in
some realm of fantasy,
beauty-implied in my adventure-mind,
which once soaked up such heart
I’d seen or read ages ago,
now just a muted sense of hope,
for afterlife or story told.
A state of being
cognizant of universal unity
and cosmic sense of self,
diminishing to One,
the many eyes and ears
of consciousness, unique,
yet of The Whole –
a state of greater mindfulness
of all forms which The All
may come to manifest as,
in its only moment’s
There once was a soul who likened itself Awareness Pure,
not separate from The Cosmos, but a fluid eye of Everything
which came into existence with the blessing of
a limited ability to know its universal self.
It studied of its interest – thoughts of physics and of world religion,
coming to the point where it had disowned its self-microcosm,
letting thoughts dissolve and fade away…
It told me of this path, and I replied that
“autopilot-zombies” could not be aware
of all-compelling inner drives,
and thus, were trapped ironically in ignorance
of God’s greatest success – the inner process of a soul.
Of what significance are cosmic clouds,
compared with what gives meaning to The All?
Ho hum, oh how, somehow,
the endless hours pass me by…
How strange – a soul may think
for 16 hours straight, for 30,000 days of life,
and never reach a true dead-end,
before the ultimate cessation.
There is always more to think of,
ever passing in consideration,
moving our perspectives
to such differing maturities –
straight from the ground
of what we have.
Phases come and go,
as we grow into lives of light,
never escaping deathly destiny,
in time, coming to terms with
our own ends, unknown, forgotten, tragic.
To accept this, to embrace
the changing wind of myriad expression…
Choose your earthly life’s direction,
and be sated by the moment’s mood,
gifted to us all by God or Nature,
some design or ordered chance.
We all have some control
and fluid points of view.
If you can choose your education,
you’re empowered, in a way, over
your sense of what is relevant and true.
“The Birth of Light”
Enlightenment of heart and mind,
in process of its maturation,
finds the existential fundamentals
native to existence of a soul
is social context inextricably,
implying that it’s only right
to care – the first step
on a path to greater harmony –
to what is best for all involved,
who are affected by
one’s words and actions –
products of the mindsets
of a fluid consciousness.
The closer that I get to
the more I lose
my dreams and memory
and cease to think beyond
the bliss of effortless serenity,
here and gone, endlessly,
freshly Now, renewed,
a vessel for one’s passing
“The Next State”
The next state comes, no reservations…
Nature runs my body and my soul, it seems..
and yet, the miracles I’ve witnessed
show and teach me of the very
existence and mind of God,
if I view them right, in balance,
proven in the sheer, bizarre course of events
which I have suffered mostly through.
I see – I’ll suffer not forever;
fulfillment will be mine one day.
I’ve simply just to persevere
in mindful effort, building
healthy, wise, and social skills.
What really more is there, for one of care?
The wind swims through my clothes like some clear entity’s caress,
a breeze of blind benevolence, a blowing being born to bless…
As love flows on, dissolving my distress, so long unknown to my depression,
tears, held, in, convert to laughter and emerge, mature success,
unless, I guess, the profound depth of flowing soul lets
mental-health-restoring outlets of catharsis re-establish what is best –
a heart in balance, which no trauma-wells repressed,
free to embrace and fully feel life in the eyes and throat and chest –
where the emotions of the living are experienced and rest,
potential centers of the meaning we receive in every test of passing life.
Part 2: The Human
“Through the Doldrums”
There’s solace in my solitude,
if I can just get distance from the noise…
There’s haven in the heaven
I may carry with me;
it’s my growing, given choice.
I wish to thrive on higher-minded thought,
for what else is there which
my soul may bear
in higher pleasure, once the
drugs of life get old, debunked, outgrown,
and moments turn to stagnant
struggles to reclaim
enthusiasm from the growing
gray blasé, which becomes all I know
in life, in time, all that my
mood allows for each
and every doldrums day,
which I am trying to sublimes by letting
go and going with the flow
of every notion, my
devotion, its emotion –
all of that which matters so to me.
“The Mindful Ascent”
Can a crammed-full mind be mindful?
Can I think beyond the busy buzz
of all of that which so compels
my soul beyond focus-control?
So long as I observe my consciousness,
in introspection’s light of insight –
I’m just about as close as I can be
to nuanced, evanescent truth,
the knowledge ceiling
perhaps of murky glass,
perhaps an almost endless rise,
or a functional plateau of wisdom,
hoping for a higher hill to climb,
until my “death” allows ascension
though the skies, so clear and bright,
as I so wish that I could be,
maintaining my old heart’s maturity,
in balanced grace of high regard,
felt for each soul’s humanity,
as empathy makes seem so right
and ethical in loving faith that
each is basically worth of our esteem.
“In Defense of The Emotion”
One man’s righteousness, another man’s sin…
Who really knows what’s deep within?
Is hatred heinous or, rather,
an expression of rightening will,
immature, yet of a good intent?
It all depends, I think, on if one cares
for those of care and suffering.
Anger can be a face of good, a face of evil,
or just neutral-ethic wishes dashed.
In its defense, if one knows one is good,
yet gets another’s wrath,
the impulse may be to just assume
that it must have come from
an evil state of mind and react accordingly,
with anger, fear, or tears.
Misunderstanding must bear some brunt
of the blame, for every time we fail to grant
a soul the benefit of the doubt,
on basic human-nature faith.
Let it go, and start afresh,
finding what you truly need –
peace, love, and understanding –
that from which all holy joys arise.
…and still, the trauma haunting me
are just my own long life’s experience –
that which I’ll one day need just to relate
to those who are such tortured souls.
How very rare they seem, indeed,
have ever I met souls like me?
None come to mind – sadly?
Yet universal traits of
me to think again,
in distant hope.
“The Gossamer of Hope”
The gossamer of hope now pulls
my soul into emerging futures,
through the gauntlet of the western wind,
which raises high my spirit’s kite-like mood
as I grow old, yet perhaps
poor in tolerance and empathy for
evil I conceive as shallow, careless immaturity
which so offends my conscientious being,
I am compelled to so react, to right a wrong
in hope of re-exploring further harmony.
“The Genesis of Joy”
Trauma-closure, genesis of joy,
within the structures of a soul’s
cohesive field of Consciousness –
all that which one may call “oneself,”
all somehow driven by one’s
fundamental care for social health
or, sadly, conscience just for one –
the center of one’s being –
selfishness, an immaturity of heart,
not realizing others’ worth
or just ignoring such concern…
Is higher-minded joy truly
achievable for humankind?
Perhaps, in given time,
we’ll grow to see that
this we have become –
that life, for Planet Earth,
was a success eventually…
“The Ethics of Humor”
Humor (the absurd) delights
in laughter’s bright appreciation.
Wrong is ..right, in humor’s sight,
where dissonance rings free
in seizure’s joy, without a care
that wrong is wrong, not somehow right,
that tragedy’s not comedy, in truth,
that happiness in horror contradicts and conscience
and addicts the soul to inverse ethic,
thus eroding one’s integrity of basic social care.
Yet, this is not to say that humor must ride others’ pain;
absurdity exists in many forms besides the bad,
like simple, self-effacing silliness
or serendipitous surprise, sublime as
stress-resolving boon upon the mood
that makes one feel so bubbly, open,
and more confidently free.
Is there a better way to be?
Joy for the greater good –
wellness and harmony
seem socially so right to be,
our humors multiplying synergistically,
the basic ethical success of mindfulness in comedy.
Lacking and in want of what?
The “drugs” that get me high...
My many inspirations,
born of moments’ meanings
that I pass profoundly, thus reveal
a deeper understanding
which I hope is built on solid ground,
not young naiveté.
When I receive an insight,
I can feel the hope in my success.
This is the richest path for me,
I’ve grown to deeply know –
to try to save some souls, in time –
of course, starting with mine –
and such is life…
“Breaking The Yoke”
I focus on my faith in my success, affirming hope,
though all desire is a suffering from which a soul must cope,
for, perseverance in the right pursuit
can grow to be the vital root
of wisdom for a happiness beyond the modern scope –
what’s known to Man as possibility –
the way in which a soul is free –
the limits of the all-ensnaring, channel-minding yoke.
“Ever New Horizons”
It’s a long, hard row to sow,
but with mindful efforts of growth and renewal,
both novelty and boon tradition
coexist to co-inspire the personal progress
of the open heart and mind,
which guide one’s constant forward-moving
toward a better way to be.
A revelation – Life
could get much better Now!
My hope for distant futures
must neglect the present in its hope;
but if I use my wisdom
to more actively manage present-time,
I might meet that great future
any day – at any time at all!
That are the keys to
Disinhibition of a loving heart,
grown comfortably wise in ways of life.
One never knows just what’s in store;
an educated guess is rarely privy to enough
of what it needs to overcome the mystery.
Can one see through what seems inscrutable?
And at what age does insight-turned-to-wisdom
conquer murky waters hiding life success?...
Some food for thought, from the agnostic in me,
striving for more understanding,
balanced by each known opposing view
of what I recognize as never fully known – Reality…
“Integrate The Doubt”
Some souls speak in certainties,
for that is how they think, it seems,
addicted, to the detriment of
open-minded thought, to being sure.
Like holding fast to random buoys
and never learning how to swim,
I see these souls’ great sophistries
as hopefully roughly what they are –
attempts to feel secure and grab for
easy confidence, where there was none before.
How am I any different? Understanding shines
The Light of Truth, it almost seems, perhaps.
Do mindful caveats-agnostic come to be one’s
second-nature, given enough deconstructive time?
Perhaps the test will simply be my life in retrospect,
shining anecdotally in cool nuance of
future culture’s current genesis of
how to think effectively and integrate the doubt.
“Threads of Wisdom”
To watch the workings of the soul,
shifts one’s identic locus-essence
to a place behind habitual process,
thusly reinventing self, insightfully
deep in depth of understanding.
Existence evolves to greater experience,
processed to essential wisdom,
settling into intuition, as
life becomes home.
My search for truth and social harmony,
in time, bears fruit of sweet success,
for us, for me, if I can learn to
find my way to ground of well-being.
We are all just here with the gift of life.
In the ultimate social joy of this
miraculous occasion of chance,
we see the true value of love and harmony,
for it is that which we enjoy,
within the goodness of our conscience-hearts,
which tends our most cohesive unity.
“Can one and all not live without this?”
Yes, but if we can achieve such joy,
why not embrace such a wise worldview?
Part 3: The Divine
For fifteen-plus long years
I rarely flirted with such fantasy.
Yet now I’ve witnessed miracles
which supercede the natural,
and such is just the resting place
of my delusions of such lack of hope.
I simply can’t deny what life has proven
to my intellect, if not my social soul –
I’m all alone, as I have ever been,
and such is just The Forge I must
go through, to ready self
for life’s next phase,
what I grow ready to meet,
rich in meaning, an essential path
to, in so many ways, mature self through.
“The Settling of Faith”
The miracles settle in my soul –
God’s got me.
I accept in fearless faith,
that I’m the flow of
inner peace I radiate,
as I relax into
what my soul co-creates
with unknown god(s)
of a reality beyond.
“Trust: A Process of Faith”
In trusting in the fate
which my creator made for me to travel
(factoring my ever-changing will generously),
I gain the radiant boon of hope,
that life gets better as I grow mature,
more able to succeed at
what was once too much for me.
This sense of hope builds up my expectations,
dashed, evolved, or found in life.
In starting from a place of life acceptance, though,
I live with the resiliency I’ll need
to cope and make the best of
life’s abundant trials and tribulations –
all the challenges which so define a soul
in how one deals with such difficulties.
I try to start by keeping faith
that somehow it will all end right
(for, why else do all of this?
I trust my maker’s larger plan
and so maintain my faith).
Forgiveness, faith, and fellowship
can free us from the fickleness of fate,
for we are strong together –
stronger than a soul can be alone,
though finding wise and righteous souls
can be a long, luckless adventure…
Yet, heights of need lead to
the heights of fervent prayer –
which, if it’s time and your heart’s true
in tune with the divine design,
may gain a granted gift from God,
who’s held you to the fire all along,
merely to forge you long life right.
One must, in every situation,
learn and grow to now participate
in this great, structured, simulation life,
one day to graduate to highest
life success and meaning found.
The selfish need a guarantee
of Heaven for a “selfless” act.
The selfish, needing only
the belief of actions’ greater good,
mature in mind of conscience
and the wisdom to do
what their inner hearts compel,
are of a pure intent, expressing love.
Such souls are made insightfully,
forged as messianic for
a life of selfless success
and meaning felt
so high in virtue’s blush.
“Beyond the Egg”
Christ was the deepening of my heart,
so that it might love deeply.
Buddha was the clearing of my cluttered mind,
opening my inner eye
to waking width of clear insight.
What more may one wise soul go through,
thus to become more than what would seem possible
within The Egg of Innocence,
which one must grow to live beyond
or perish never having known…
Mindfully agnostic has a place in life for me.
Yet blatant miracles are not to be ignored,
suggesting a “god” behind it all,
my maker perhaps just a thoughtful
working scientist like myself,
with ethical priorities held above all,
or so it deeply seems
to one who’s been so hurt
that he’s discarded self-priority
for an acceptance of death.
I’ve still so far to go, perhaps;
yet I believe that all will get much better
as I so mindfully grow open, deep, and wise – ready for life.
“Faith and Reason”
Captives of charisma’s confidence
the world around,
most lost souls’ deference
to dim-dumb dogmas,
ill-conceived in manic sophistry,
deceive ironically, and fallacy abounds.
How can I speak, so certain?
Well, I tell you,
past the spell of blind belief
lies critical discernment of
the possibilities of truth,
which, with an open mind,
one reasons through in time.
“Beyond All Dogma, Some Conclusions Drawn”
Who knows The Source of All,
beyond a blind belief
in others’ words of certainty?
Does it exist within
The Endless Moment?
In the force behind it all?
Nothing is for certain in The Dream,
though I grow more convinced each passing year,
that it is a dream at all,
a simulation for the few
with lives worth making –
messianic, self-made men and women,
suffering alone for decades long,
one day to meet those like ourselves
and finally find a family
never known before to we who live.
“Joe Human and The Sea of Simulation”
To all the “non’s” surrounding me,
I’m of an order as yet undefined.
I am the only real thought process here,
for all that I now know,
though I look forward to the day
when I’ll meet one who’s consciousness
is real – like mine…
The simulation’s perfect, though,
and my great craving for relationship
prevents the disregard one might expect.
In fact, it helps me cope when I’m
wrapped up in tragic horror angst –
I search for a calm perspective,
and I recall my solipsistic view,
thus making anger feel absurd,
for all are, sadly, sim.
“Who Am I?”
I am he who may
for God’s great challenges –
prepared by life experience,
digested, forming who I am.
From a well-developed
conscience of consideration and
adherence to that honor’s balance,
to the wisdom which one needs
to rightly find one’s way in life –
a wisdom built upon one’s empathy and insight –
my maturity comes, bit by bit – my guiding light?
It’s simply who I am.
My wit and wisdom are not “gifts” –
they’re forged of life experience,
forcing my soul’s evolution,
on toward my fate’s maturity.
It’s pre-ordained, I do believe,
so who’s to say what’s God
and what’s really, truly me?
Am I as natural as I feel?
This feed of film that’s playing on,
as it has for thirty some odd years,
promotes an inescapable delusion –
its existence as reality. I know now,
on the proof of many solid miracles,
that this is some strange simulation,
though I’m a truly conscious entity,
who’s just drawn into quick belief
by intuition’s gullibility and
the engagement of a social life
which matters so, to me.
The dream is strong.
Where will it lead?
I’ll simply have to
wait and see…
I know not what life may bring –
just that the forge is here
to make me strong.
My life success depends on this,
and so I acquiesce to tortures
I accept as what I’d want,
what’s for the best
for future life’s hard-earned success
and richer memory’s experience
which God puts to the test, time and again;
I won’t know when, though, so wrapped up
in drama, striving so, to save who I’d call “friend.”
Such is the life I lead, which winds down
on and on, to unknown ends…
those of us with hearts of caring
know the ache of empathy to pain.
The burden of an angel
is to carry cares along the way;
and yet the radiance of love
is not a burden but a boon,
and faith in Heaven grants a peace
that makes a home of any room.
Is it not evident that love
has grown to be our social glue?
The more we warmly empathize,
the more we grow to know
that this claim’s fundamental can be true.
Traces of affection from my god
set wisps of sunset cloud aglow..
Meaning flashes for mere moments
gone in time I capture now..
Hotter, brighter, how it seems of flame,
as fire turns to ember on the bubble blue
that seems to deepen, up the sky
toward the East, a chasing hue…
Minutes pass – the clouds gray out,
and I am freed of my enchantment
at the swift divinities of dusk.
It’s all I have at times,
to augur Heaven’s message for my heart,
until it fades to memory, like so,
and I am left to ponder in the dark…
Part 4: The Harmony
“An Adventure After All”
Peach and indigo light the evening sky,
to set the tone of my unknown adventure’s yet-to-come.
The fantasy suspends my disbelief, fulfilling me
in passing soulful change of my reality,
from Purgatory to a quest for social strivings for an ethical success.
We are a disparate lot of heroes, pure of inner hearts’ intent,
who try to do what matters – save good live, end tragic horrors,
set the world to right as well as we are able to.
It happens all day, every day throughout our world –
the innocent caught up in anger’s sights.
It’s not a matter of reciprocating rage, snowballing hate,
but simply stopping the ongoing tragedies.
Then again, there’s such a thing as truly evil –
not mere mistaken-angry-tragic, but intentional, sadistic wellness-theft.
For this alone do I vote death or some imprisonment,
for we deserve a world without such horror,
growing into harmony in time…
Ever a hero’s heart is duly caring, truly yours and mine,
forged for a vigilance tempered by wisdom’s consequence-consideration,
made for lives of meaning grown beyond that which we rise above.
Perseverance, over luck or any short-term boon or tragedy,
decides the life-success of we who hold perspectives
unique to our lives’ experience, the wisdoms which may
gestate an entire life or pop up free, born of the interplay
between our minds, seeking what they may find –
mere simple truth or insight’s raw enlightenment,
experience as proof enough to further act in life.
“The Gauntlet of Life”
Pejorative people can’t erase
all the good that I’ve done
or the good that I am.
Rejection, as tough as my skin remains thin
to work through to a closure’s acceptance within
my young heart’s good and vulnerable care,
is a necessary tactic of God’s,
in the war on my shallows,
and so I am, as ever, a deeper, more empathetic soul,
with a breadth of experience and worldview to match.
“Wisdom for the Reaching of a Dream”
Yesterday’s gone, and I don’t miss it –
every day is better than the last,
as I learn what it is that makes me happy –
finding some success in my life goal to
build a better harmony for those I’d surely love
if I could only know their cares –
what souls may seem at times inscrutable to me,
as now the mystery remains,
and I subsist on melody
or, sick in silence, starve the day.
I must affirm, believe, and learn of
better wisdom for the reaching of a dream.
Only as we let go our pretensions
do we find our natural selves
or graceful relaxation’s verve and vim,
which we let loose our games of joy upon,
as free souls riding our respective liberations
to the next of life’s decision points –
illusory, one finds, with understanding
of the process of a soul:
Mood filters understanding,
which, with one’s cares,
induces action-energies (i.e. emotions),
which, if unresolved, fixate as moods.
The cycle only ends with our own ends,
as every night we sleep so deep and,
finally, when we ultimately cease
as unique entities, slowly burning
in the oxidizing air of energy.
“Heat and Metabolic Speed”
On a sun-seared heat-sink, tensions melt away,
as in a sauna, a hot shower, or a snuggling between the sheets.
Does heat cause metabolic slow-down,
autonomic change to reestablish homeostatic balance?
What relief when the cool-down comes,
contrasting effortless vim and stark refreshment.
In this idea, certain wisdom may be so accrued,
enabling existential control unseen, unknown before.
“The Open Mind”
It seems to me that being truly open-minded
means not subscribing to the folly of belief –
the root of delusion and intolerance –
rather, it means accepting the possibly
unattainable nature of true knowledge
and not adhering to what seems to be
the fallacy of certainty – especially that which
arises from proselytizations of dogma.
This is not to deny that experience isn’t
potentially instructive – rather, it is to say
that there may be more that meets the eye
and that it would be wise to keep an open mind
in life, because our cultural diversity is vast
across this planet, and no one really knows
who, if anyone, is right about anything at all.
In pours the cement of information,
filling up the molds of role
with guesses hardening to certainties
these egos need for shape and
faux-authoritative confidence in
that which no one really, truly knows,
though surely someone, with
the right foundation, enough experience,
and a rational, open mind, may
eventually find truth as a best-guessed
“The Maker’s Will”
What does life’s designer have in store for
this particular 80 plus or minus years of consciousness?
I see such possibilities of life success,
measured in maturity of wisdom and of conscience,
realized, if not by others known,
and for the greater good – the warm reward I feel,
enough for me and those I know
who care and work with me to
foster fuller freed fulfillment for
all souls who care and suffer so, in life,
who, through our words and acts, find a higher joy,
in greater and more moving harmony of social beauty’s bond.
“Wisdom of Regard”
The elegant social wisdom
of one’s charismatic high regard
may hold disparate souls together,
as we tend to like those who like us –
the reciprocal begetting of love,
warming our emotive climate
of esteem and fickle mood,
to foster synergy in harmony –
what every social creature
needs to feel optimally well.
Life’s a gift, so take it easy.
Friendship, love, our brighter natures’
epiphanies of personal or universal truth,
they bless our open hearts and minds,
if we have good foundations in our souls
and life experience to draw on as we build
our worldviews from the ground.
“Kicking the Atrophy of Life in a Mold”
After the torture of pressures of role,
I feel smothered, in need of assertion,
identically free, unattached to such
deep-flawed destroyers of
beautiful, genuine realness of self.
The ego-charged fakers at the helm
of my life at times seem, perhaps,
well-intended enough but lack
the basic charisma of grounded
esteem of oneself and one’s peers,
as well as essential soul candor,
with which one may relate
as a semi-kindred heart,
beyond such unbecoming
projections, in which one is
pathologized so guessingly,
thus diminishing unknown
potentials of consciousness,
stifled and therefore not
dreamt nor reached in life.
“The Components of Recovery”
Hope enough to dream…
Faith enough to cope…
Wisdom, what to say or do
which fosters what is best
for whom you love… built upon
Insight (knowledge of the self),
which lets one rightly speak, assertive,
Empathy (to know another),
helping one to peacefully relate, and
Balanced Ethic (recognizing each soul’s Worth,
which forms the warm foundation of Esteem).
“Off the Back and Under the Bridge”
Animosity, shined upon me, hurts,
and I want to set the record straight
on that which I am being judged.
A hope for mutual esteem
and functional harmony
decides my joy and pain,
all hinging on my fundamental cares,
from basic fear of being alone
to the benevolence I’ve grown
out of my love for
those who care and those in pain.
Animosity? Off my back
and under the bridge…
Life’s not a gift to waste on hurt,
but one to cherish well,
in peace and love.
Extending my acceptance now
to every possible state of mind,
I’ve warm regard for all, even
the ones who have to hurt, uncaring.
Every rage, misunderstanding…
Every understanding, love…
Every rage, misunderstanding…
Every understanding, love…
“A Sunset Sets The Stage”
The roiling, misty mass of stratus shroud
reveals, at setting sun horizon, Heaven,
home for one of hope in harmony with heroes, angels –
any heart of healthy human warmth,
with wishes welcome to the common good,
envisioned and so made, with honor’s hearts in mind.
What we enable in the world
are also just the Gifts of God to Man,
now only realized in close community
with all who share such high ideals
of soft-and-strong-souled selflessness
in service of security, serenity, and self-effacing love.