It took up well, but's firmly plunging south
A million starts, yet hardly any ends
Self-interest at the core, with foul mouth
And very few, if any, real friends
Good deeds, I barely count any
To benefit all those while in need
Oh, yeah, he terminated penny
And those who donated he has freed
The "ego" dwarfing larger state of Texas
While, sadly, arrogance, it's bursting at the seams
Deflecting questions to White House "Alexa"
Pursuing legacy is goal, as it seems
Be center of attention everywhere
Is good for one but not for all of us
He'll cut you off on TV "Town Square"
And call you stupid on demand he wouldn't discuss
When "I" replaces whole nation
It's very selfish, wouldn't you agree?
Each spoken word must rhyme with "ovation"
It's always "me me me" instead of "we we we"
August 24, 2026
We're living in a warped three-ring circus
of cannibals, pedophiles, and baby devourers.
A cubist's twisted black period.
Apparently, transparency means three million pages
of black rectangles and deflecting blame.
Thousands of victims, only two arrests
and one decommissioned "prince".
Scores of witnesses paid off, silenced, or sloughed off.
The world has awakened but is queerly indifferent.
Whatever quietens our mind is divine,
whilst what causes turmoil, an opposing force,
compelling us to think, whence the oneness sign
disappears, deflecting us from our life’s course,
thus with bliss magnetism if we so align,
we’re free from fear, desire, regret and remorse.
In quietude by melding our head with heart,
doing nothing at all, God-search we jump start.
Our
senses
bemuse us,
causing ripples
in stuporous mind,
deflecting attention,
forcing us to look outwards,
at illusions of names and forms,
which we take as real and engage,
becoming captive to thoughts we conjured.
Oh worthy hermit, escape from life’s noise,
choosing instead staid silence and peace,
present as bliss beats in the heart,
as God’s touch divine sublime,
grace which we may invoke,
simply by choosing
soulful merging
here and now,
with God’s
light.
Borrowed Words: Delay Tactics
Today was not a great day
It started with ominous thought
The task that I've been dreading
I'm heading to face it today
Yesterday, I kept busy
Distraction the name of my game
I didn't have time to reflect
Deflecting the fact yesterday
Today I'm snappy and harsh
My moods are descending like rain
They whisper blimey, he's festering
He's wrestling demons today
Yesterday I acted in haste
If I'd acted with thought instead
I'd have done with it, felt relief
The thief of my peace yesterday
Today in the foulest of fury
I forced myself into the open
I cut the cord, did the deed
I succeeded, relax, today
Yet despite all of my regret
‘Isn’t it nice to think,
that tomorrow is a new day
with no mistakes in it yet’
He had dreamed himself
to be in love with her
and vice versa
He taught himself
not to dislike anything
that she liked
unaware that he was
reflecting
deflecting
projecting
rejecting
much
horse sense
Choreographing ideals
they trance-danced
blindfolded
Lovers cling
to each other's dreams
they may make-out,
make up
make believe
It all
can be
perfectly perfect,
just as long
as that
mutual mirage
remains
Silence before a kiss expected, is no surprise.
It whispers echoed promises, foretold in eyes.
Put on hold, until two hearts come closer together.
Face-to-face, breath in breath, fragile as feather.
A silent unforeseen kiss, can delight or betray.
Depending on intention, in the light of day.
An affront, a bewilderment; eyes know it is coming.
A blessing or a curse, so bitter, and unbecoming.
Forewarned wary eyes recoil, and refuse to see.
The head turns away gently, straining to flee.
A step aside or back, retreating out of range.
Deflecting touch, before longing turns strange.
Kisses, expected and unexpected, both inflame,
Desire with the outcome ensnared within the game.
Help! There are two of us in here;
one is ego, the other soul.
Save in deep sleep, ego prevails,
deflecting us from our life role.
Mind is the domain of ego
and soul’s abode, our glowing heart.
Discern with care, worthy hermit,
cause why head and heart stand apart.
object
be silent
not signed about
take the present
it a meaningful moment
at that cornered life
you scram
behind the bent
stand she and he hide
out
for once and for naught
a single ounce
you got left to sell
comin in a center
miss perfect
deflecting death
shirt coats end polish
pranks and bank shot calling
from my starched abandon
lifetimes no skranton
big world owners and rulers
standard operator error
get blues when?
without anchor all ships
sail and without passenger
no captain exists to guide
the dispossessed. Only remains
of Peaceful Assembly can
be glimpsed in the association
of favoritism. A favoritism
of familiarity deflecting contempt
by means of ineptitude.
how easy can it get
all we need to do
is remain at rest
ego wishes to agitate
deflecting our attention
it’s cravings never abate
invoking bliss magnetism
flow of thoughts cease
joy fills body prism
staid silence enables
bliss ignition in the heart
spoken of in awe in fables
I have never been good at hiding
At least not from those who truly pay attention
I’ve never been good at hiding so instead, I became great at deflecting
I slip in words to distract and detract from the attention that is focused on me
And when that doesn’t work because so many people do actually care
I give just enough to satisfy
Because when I say many people care, they only care enough to hear the basics
Because going beyond that would take too much time and require too much energy
And everyone has their own things to talk about and deal with right?
However, watching people prove that I will always come last to nearly everything in life
And prove that I will never be as much a priority to them as they are to me gets exhausting
So instead, I’ve just started saying I’m fine
Im okay
Because I’ve never been good at hiding
But you were never really looking anyway
In pods, pale and emaciated-
muscles atrophied,
their eyes behind thick goggles
deflecting stroboscopic lights-
they sit for hours with empty smiles.
Each human in a private pod
lost in grounded bliss:
every want and need, fulfilled
by technological AI wonders;
instant information and amusement.
Touch of a button simulation
to other places via virtual reality-
the world unto themselves;
lives filled with at-whim commands;
their necessities- delivered by drones.
A bleak view- future existence;
lone humans in gray sunless pods.
Traveling to unknown places-
eyes blinded from reality
heading for grim, robotic essence.
They try to move on those they believe reside
alone
All the while never knowing they've been surrounded
all along
Behind the scenes games are played to cause confusion
by deflecting things
All they've done is confuse themselves while getting
wrapped in karmic rings
The circle builds with every act until they're lost within
the scene
As the movie wraps, they lose production for crossing
lines they hadn't seen
They were seen and knew it not for on the surface
all was clear
Behind the veil many watched in wait, so now they're
trapped by solid fears
The end of the race is closer than it appears for the
illusions run really deep
It's like they raced to a hidden cliff & couldn't stop, so
they didn't think before they leaped
I'm either deflecting and rejecting
Or accepting and connecting
I'm attempting the correct thing
Or expecting a correcting
Got to to deal
With things directly
Or conceal
The things that get me
Behind a sheild
I think protects me
Like what I feel
Just Don't affect me
And my feelings are like ceilings They're always there but out of Reach
When I could reach them
From underneath them
I'm prepared to walk the streets
Every rhyme it has a reason
But the reason probably
Just convenient, for me to speak when
There's a chink in my armory
I don't examine all my madness And it's like nothing in my brain
But if it had been re-examined The assumption they would make
Is it's both magic and it's tragic
Both productive and insane
How I could grasp s***
Thats so gigantic
But miss the stuff that's plain as day
To believe in something or nothing
Is nothing I'm discussing
Because once it gets discussed it's just a discussion that gets redundant
And I'm reluctant to follow instructions
All instructors get interrupted and if there's one thing
You must remember
Is not to be a trust dispenser
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