There Is A Season

Ciao, toodle-oo, my dear, your quest is nigh:
you’re off to save the world from the outside
reacting, fighting, injustice declaim
your goal to equal everyone the same

I’m changing from the inside narrative
the game changes demand imperative
imagination breaking free of reins
designed to enthrall (you call me insane)

Inspired by: Quest, Toodle-oo, React and Equal.

New Paradigm Gestation

After I verified the worldwide scam
nefarious plot wrought with bots and spam
fueling the fear in the simulation–
a master course in my education–

painstakingly tracing roots: causation
false premises of rotten foundation,
the luring game’s invisible forcefield
became apparent when I did not yield

To my elation, the bifurcation
of timelines reveals my own creation
outside of the AI computation
reality is my own narration.

Inspired by: Nefarious, Course, Yield, Verify and the lessons learned by the scamdemic.


The informed field awaits to magnify
your intent. Neutral, responsive, nearby
medium. You are the paintbrush: apply
tedium or create, optics defy,

in a flurry of inspired artistry.
Beyond the matrix lies uncharted seas.
What seems to be concrete a quantum leap
reveals the space between ready and deep.

Inspired by: Magnify, Flurry, Optics, Tedium, Concrete and this gem of a book by Jason Breshears, Awaken The Immortal Within.

Allegory of The Climb

At night I pace the rain-washed city streets
screens garish blare this is reality
a crowd pours from the IMAX reprogrammed
tossing pithy new phrases signals jammed

spontaneity tergiversated
by someone else’s creation baited
with lures that lead to frustration mountains
labyrinthine paths promising fountains

of felicitous youth. I walk on by
comfortable in my skin, I’m unharmed by
the history-rewritten dissonance
pulling my way upwards with common sense.

Inspired by: Allegory, Mountain, Felicitous and Spontaneous.

Featured image: Me, hiking the Olomana Trail on Oahu.

Treasures Lost And Found

My orgone pendant is missing. Child’s play
I surmise as I follow clues: dried clay
my gemstone necklaces all ajumble
the treasure boxes brim with stones tumbled

I mollify my neat freak’s worrying
relax and cease the anxious scurrying
past sticky chairs. Unexpected delight:
new fridge art, I count blessings in clear sight.

Inspired by: Follow, Mollify and Pendant.

Were You Having Me On?

Over two years of dubious clampdowns
forsaken by gurus who cowed, bowed down
while out of the box I was scorned and shunned
barefaced, unmasked, intuition forewarned

now 96 countries have changed their tune
follow the money, travel is a boon
economies wrecked, prices through the roof
it’s been a big scam and now comes the proof

Inspired by: Travel, Roof, Guru, Dubious and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday for Out of the box.

Bending Reality

unexpectedly six decades on dream
lovers and friends that I knew daub weird scenes
exchange faces and names in a tizzy
broad strokes paint new perspectives I’m dizzy

come dawn the advent of light piercing murk
my memories trade busy hawkers lurk
and my studio is a mess, paints flung
passionate disarray insights new-sprung

Inspired by: New, Advent, Broad, Tizzy, Unexpectedly and written in the SOCS style for the prompt New/Knew.

Plant Seeds

I refuse to use a money that another man can create for free.~Nico @Bitvolt7

Just frolic to dispel constraints cartels
diabolic, painted as saints, bespell
the world with their fiat schemes, scrutinized
by cohorts with greedy dreams, rubies prized

and they need you, to launder the money
print out of thin air and loan, it’s funny
the cycle of debt and regret, goods
fall apart, so you have to buy more. Woods

call seams to fray in the fairytale trance.
Play on words and caper in your own dance.
Naysay narrative. Open eyes surely
see. Emperor has no clothes; it’s purely

a way to conceal the slavery yokes
revealed with bravery, poetry, jokes.
Thirteen families seven billion thrall
until we wake up, perceive our windfall.

Inspired by: Just, Frolic, Dispel, Ruby, Scrutiny and Constraint.

Farmers Market Accolade

My frugality does not encompass
these esculent offerings: Greens, fungus,
fat squash, root crops with dirt clods still clinging.
No credit cards; it’s cash I’m bringing.

No advertisements manipulating,
no buyers’ remorse, just titillating
recipes which overheard while in queue
mandate a grab: outcome delicious food.

Inspired by: Advertisement, Esculent, Mandate and Outcome.

Featured image: My local farmer’s market has moved indoors where it seems intrusive to take photos, so please enjoy this one from my favorite market on Oahu, at Kapi’olani Community College.

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.