I am god-ding with joy just before dawn
treefuls of robins, a dog, the wet lawn
urge me as vivid dream portents unwind
propitious in this calm, with storms just behind
in the narrative controlled asinine
illusions and lies and deceit baseline
misstated mandates signed by reprobates–
I’m not here to whine, I came to create.
Inspired by: Vivid, Propitious, Urge and Asinine.
In seventeen years the Phoenix resumes
like a prodigal hellbent it consumes
and cataclysmic entombs once again
a cycle of doom time hides from our ken
our descendants, like our ancestors, stare
at the reddish night sky–sun doesn’t dare
to watch the destruction, the construction
of man in disruption, the corruption
buried deep where the elite try to keep
power but the hour has come to sleep.
And so now at the height of our glory
in our forum create a love story
and fill every moment we’ve been given
–and not by stacking fiat greed-driven
but kindly, misdeeds forgiven, renew
our souls, remember what we’re here to do.
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)
I wake at the junction between the tracks
laid for the trains of thought which take me back
to murky past I’d fought forgotten, grieved
and lost. Tackled by beliefs I’d deceived
myself there’s no one left to blame. I send
condolences as all these ghosts ascend
released on their own recognizance, tied
by arcane cords of light, for though they’ve died
here they remain, the patterns firmly bind
as lessons spin their way through the designed
labyrinthine game, played for keeps, moving
through lives and deaths, wake and sleep, improving
Inspired by: Past, Condolences, Tackle and Junction.
Wakening in the game precipitates
perceptions how mass hypnosis sedates
flummoxed by the sensory avatar
saved by a night walk under brilliant stars
and peeks into the windows of the damned
plugged into the programming screens they’re scammed
by scripted actors’ shrieks, media swill
impulsive leaps of fallacy so shrill
and mired in time-space how we forget
we are immortals training, we’re beset
by triggers and calamities to grow
our only mission: voicing our own show.
Inspired by: Precipitate, Shriek, Flummoxed and Impulsive.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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