Awakening humanity.' Struggling within the breadth and depth of possibility's revelling in those possibility's and also an
Obstinancy.' Blood-soaked actions stoking their reality wanderers all' Lost leaders exploring so much iniquity bursts of good; with some intensity! Travelling in orbits so
Habitually. Builders of edifices in great vanity' until redemption through the veil of flesh; to humanity.' By God
Good Father and intervetionally, in records; and at places
Known historically.' We can follow direction to equanimity'
To Love of all by His path to unity.. No competing teachings.. Some of religiousity.? combine of all factors
Universally, other volumes speak of gaining peace by violence? and volitillity.' In divisivness and opressivity."
By opting children into marriage or co'habitation.. There
Is also taught' forced subjection and much rapicity.!
The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody
Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree
Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix?
Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry
A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee
Making her a friend in furious practicality
Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy
Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry
Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me.
I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey
Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe
Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry
The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually
Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey
The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee
Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee
I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee
The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.
("Lonesome Day Blues", 2025, original encaustic)
Spinning Stories
Waking or sleeping
Continuously we spin believable stories
Ideal or terrible
Or just simply boring or strange.
Obviously
It’s what our minds habitually do
And we believe them
Even when it’s clear we shouldn’t
Because they are our stories
Spun into a web
To hold our attention, hold us up
And hold something,
A lack at our center and beyond
Our periphery, back.
We spin believable stories,
A spider in a matrix of its own design,
To bring order
To chaos
Because that’s just what minds habitually do.
(4/20/25)
sweet smell of her envy perfume
drowned that stench of betrayal play
stygian smile blurred by church-white veil
her heart habitually astray
Alas! You dark, grotesque, vile servant of Lucifer, the antithesis of the morning star.
Once again, you have sought me out and endeavored to siphon my light at the end of my tunnel.
In the past, you may have thwarted my desires, cast me into purgatory,
and whispered sophistry in the crevices of my mind.
But NOW your machinations are no threat to me. What once was a callow mind has turned into growth over time.
I have learned to see where there is no light, how to climb where there is no ladder.
So do your best, you nocturnal fiend. Your reign is over; you no longer have influence over me.
Now I know, good times and bad times are like tides that ebb and flow.
So traverse the realms to shroud my days in night.
I will say to thee, “Hello, my old friend. Do your worst, because God has bestowed upon me my own personal light, and I walk by it habitually every day and night.”
suddenly the bird sings, quite suddenly, startling
the stranger-to-the-dawn of day; he thinks the bird
is where the bird shouldn’t be; but knowingly,
with amusement, having quite habitually heard
the bird tweet, as the morning sun stretches its wings,
the wife informs the stranger to the waning dusk,
“oh dear husband, the bird sings from the tree,”
but he must widen the slats of the levolor blinds,
to open his eyes, to the world that exists above
his office in the split level basement. where did he think
the melody resounded from - the deck? no,
the great by and by, the bluest sky, the sun’s rays…
its hazy, at best. the mind needs a rest…startled
It's a sad state of affairs,
People habitually stuck with
noses in their phones
Before they know it, they are old,
and precious years,long lost, have flown
By:J.N.R Dutton
And how much chuck could a nunchuck chuck if a nunchuck’s Chuck is Norris?
A chuckling nun habitually chucking her habit soon has none.
What’s done is done
As the chips fall
And the die is cast
Each of us
Taking a part
Donning a mask
To play
Our allotted role
At each step
The road forks
With freedom and tyranny
The choice to make
And so we do
Instinctively, habitually
Compulsively or consciously
A choice that’s always ours
Whose world do you live in after all
One inherited from deceivers
Who apply bandaid visions
To your mind
Or one you find revealed
In each moment
As you joyfully sacrifice
All that has come before
(9/30/24)
Based on a true story
A torture
device
from the pit
of hell,
a sometimes
necessary
evil,
one pair
of shoes
nicknamed
Annoying!
I would be
an habitually
barefoot
person
if not for
cold rain
and winter,
both are
a bane
to my
happy
existence!
(Methow Waters, 2011)
Dreaming
In the space of dreaming
I awaken to what is real,
again and again, dreaming
that everything that has been
has been but a dream of separation
on a journey always coming home.
Layer upon layer these dreams
have built into lifetimes,
each filled with relationships
as real as can be,
but never as real
as what actually is.
In every dream I wander,
the grief of loss and separation
marking each step
that defines a life,
heart broken at the core,
recognized only in the reunion.
And yet, still I know I dream,
a dreamer outside the illusions
habitually spun,
knowing that someday
I will awake at last
and this too will be a dream.
(2/4/24)
("Spinning Earth", 2016)
The Impermanent
What is impermanent, by definition,
Doesn’t last and can’t remain,
And what is not impermanent?
Yet each of us has a lingering thought
That something must be.
So we habitually project this intuition,
This inner knowing of the most holy,
Onto the everyday and profane.
We think maybe we are somehow permanent
Or maybe what we create, what we accomplish and achieve
Will somehow become so.
But obviously these are vain hopes
We all know deep down are not it.
Still we know that something must be
Beyond the bounds of change,
Something that is, now and always,
A constant source of solace and guidance
An IT that is somewhere within us and without us.
We know, but cannot say, what is true
Not because we don’t want to, or lack the words,
But because what we intuit
As the changeless has no name, no concept
Beyond mere labels which by definition miss the mark.
This is the original sin we all share, after all,
The lack of ability and facility
To grasp the ungraspable
And so we settle instead to grasp in vain
The impermanent.
(1/8/23)
("The Heart of It #4", 2007, original oil)
The Good Heart
My hunch is probably everyone thinks they have a good heart
Since we are all humans with some degree of empathy.
But while it’s empathy that makes us feel good helping others
It's also empathy that leads us to lynch them.
And it’s shown that when push comes to shove
Nine out of ten of your good-hearted neighbors
Will lynch you if you threaten their peace and security
And end up on their sh*t list.
So there is the paradox of being human,
That even the good habitually do bad
And even if we are in agreement
That we are good or share good intentions
(say, to benefit and avoid harming others)
Then what we each choose to do
In the cause of the good
Will often be different
Even drastically so.
This paradox is what divides nations,
Families, political parties and religions.
It is what divides us within us,
What gives us doubt and confusion,
And ultimately makes us
The humans we are.
But that one out of ten
Who doesn’t join the lynching,
Now, that’s the human we should aspire
To become.
(1/6/24)
Smack the Naysayer upside the head
far fewer would have been harmed
had citizens not been disarmed --
Forefathers wise for Second Amendment
which Naysayers habitually make defendant
a necessary tool
to keep safe even the fool
preventing complete social upheaval
while man, his soul, remains harbinger
of evil!
As keep doing good to many people usually
Their lives keep changing day by day
Which is wonderful on this earth.
As keep counselling some drug addicts methodically
Their lives keep changing day by day
Which shows kindness on this earth.
As keep praying for people with problems habitually
God keeps hearing the prayers and help them day by day
Which is so good on this earth.
As a true speaker keep speaking the truths regularly
Some people can be comfortable occasionally.
Which is normal on this earth.
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