The Big Reveal

As a child I was taught: seek perfection
you’re good-for-naught without stern direction.
This invitation to self-loathing cost.
The price: wholeness and balance must be tossed.

Such a peculiar worldview kindless
forcing imaginative child mindless
into an envelope addressed and stamped
mailed to a prison block filthy and cramped

Arriving breathless, wheezing with despair
from hopelessness programming bill of fare
until I open up the flimsy seal
and realize what is reflected’s real

Letting go of the horror show at last
creating new reality’s a blast
releasing past and learning how to breathe
in this now moment claiming all of me.

Inspired by: Peculiar, Invitation, Seek and Envelope.

Featured image: visiting a beloved 450-year-old oak tree with my grandson.

The Mess Is The Message

Homeless: a phrase to amplify distress
and dissonance, not knowing your address
that unique point within you, your birthright
bestowed by love’s indestructible might

instead, focused on fiat’s greedy clout
bespelled by usurers, we’re trained to doubt
sweating through dark nightmares of hopeless need
hypnotic and psychotic endless feed

early I wake, walk under darkened sky
blind to my stellar connections tongue-tied
by a blanket of haze from melting snow
we partner in pragmatic view, and go

into the unknown painstakingly plunge
taking the steps as shadows emerge, lunge
demand to be embraced, to clarify
the mess that is reflected is a lie.

Inspired by: Connections, Pragmatic, Partner and Homeless.

New Ways Matter

Dawn’s celestial music from the spheres
is kind of hard to hear. Flaps over ears
avoiding this bitter cold, low over face
a wooly hat cocoons me from the grace

of stars concealed by collapsed chem-trails
this simulated weather’s epic fails
and now my descendants medicated
propagandized cabal-educated

taught to worship fiat on cellphone streams
in cellblocks they call homes and schools. The memes
instruct them to resent and hate the aged
like puppet Joe and evil Nancy. Saged

wisdom is hidden and the slate wiped clean
dumbed down celebs rewriting history
what’s a grandmother to do in this scene?
The script so stale and tired and words demeaned

our pineal glands fluoride-calcified
til magic resides on the other side
reality is defined with bullhorns
wielded by ensorcelled fiends whose deep scorn

accelerates the fear stream. So I dwell
intuitively find ways to excel
mattering in imaginative ways
that nicely cancel evil’s featured daze

Inspired by: Collapse, Face, Feature and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to use words with “cel.“

Wake Up In Time

Some bank men fraud greedily, work Ponzi
schemes, hide apocryphal cartel laundry
streams, blatantly pay off politicians
and testify black lies to commissions

televised questions by curmudgeon guys
whose high dudgeon is an act. You’re surprised
one time, but please, not twice. Be proactive
now you see the device. You’re reactive

time and time again watching movie screens
the same tired old script’s in smithereens.
Surely the long game, you can’t fail to see
setting you up to force CBDCs

controlling every breath from birth to death
dumbed down, enslaved on the quiescent path
You watch until yawning finally wake
in time to create for your higher sake.

Inspired by: Proactive, Curmudgeon, Apocryphal and Sam Bankman Fried’s inglorious billion-dollar steal.

My Own Creation

During the eclipse of the ripened moon
I write paragraphs, with my soul commune
my year of mourning, arduous, has passed
so pen to paper my desires broadcast

in why’s, asking improbabilities
moving past logic, stasis, fear, I tease
tender, unfurling, like fertile fern fronds
spores dispersing my yearning. World responds

my focus, mattering with care, creates
beyond rules synchronicity awaits
my attention. I shake off the old yoke
and every gift and talent now convoke

Inspired by: Fern, Paragraph, Mourning, Arduous and the book I’m currently reading, Write It Down, Make It Happen.

When We Choose Love

When told to knuckle under in the storm
of lies, I stood tall in the truth and scorn
rained down on me by those permeated
by fear, calling me dangerous, insane

bypassing lament, I cultivated
my own organic growth, and I abstained
from consuming the narrative obtained
through frequencies of hate unabated

the timeline I choose leads me to sunbeams
and thriving plants luxuriate. My dreams
lucid and powerful reach into murk
remedy past where unhealed traumas lurk.

Inspired by: Storm, Lament, Cultivate and Knuckle.

Featured image: Down dog in sunbeam.

Break the Day Spell

We are caged by our cultural programming. Culture is a mass hallucination, and when you step outside the mass hallucination, you see it for what it’s worth.~Terrence McKenna

At sunrise and set I smash old beliefs
that drive me. Indiscernible motifs
stun children before logic can arise
shut up and listen, discredit your eyes

and just ignore your gut feelings, you must
hallucinate, participate and trust
a higher power. Inconsequential
your intuition is nonessential.

The golden gleam cutting through manmade haze
the light lifting horizon lines til blaze
burns off the matrix chokehold, setting free
imaginative creativity.

Inspired by: Hallucinate, Drive and Stun.

Featured image: Last night’s sunset was improbable, vivid, fleeting gorgeousness.

The Truth In Plain Sight

Here is a user’s guide to magic pill terminology. Red pill: wake up from the matrix. Blue: return to the matrix. Black: nihilism. White: optimism. Orange: understand Bitcoin.

As programmed patterns lull and lure, profane
extolling: to drink the kool-aid’s mundane,
the stamina required to see (free will)
though likened to a colored magic pill

and grouched about as dimwits take the stage
is yet another psy-op to engage
focus and energy. The root, the field
dynamic and magnetic is concealed

by the false web of narrative displayed
on screens in childish illogical ways.
There is a droplet sparkling in view
which clears the haze and all the lies cuts through.

Inspired by: Drink, Droplet, Grouch, Mundane and Stamina.

Featured image: This sparkling droplet just outside the fuzzy web called forth today’s poem.

All-Seeing Eye

Most people over the age of 18 have a calcified pineal, where a hard shell forms around the gland, and our access to the astral realm is effectively shut off.~InsightState

The spooky calcification fluoride
causes to the pineal gland third eye
deliberately closed cast in darkness
our intuitive lights dimmed to starkness

with gruesome results, blind and angry led
by propaganda news, curated dread.
I create harmony, decalcify
my sovereign power, insights multiply.

Inspired by: Harmony, Darkness, Spooky, Gruesome and this two-minute explanation of the perils of fluoride.

The link for the quote above details 11 ways to decalcify your pineal gland.

Featured image: Great Seal of the United States. “We set the All-Seeing eye upon the pyramid.”~Grace Moray.

Break The Spell

Art sparks imagination, it inspires, it transports us.~Bob Moran

Congenial, I patronize the arts.
Pay’s menial, even despised though hearts
resolve alarm through paints and rhymes. Stories
unwind behind entranced territories.

Inspired by: Patronize, Art, Alarm and Congenial.

Featured image: Return to Sender original artwork by Bob Moran.