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Kicking punching and biting
I am so tired of fighting
Survival is not enough
Life is not just being tough
Freedom is one of happiness keys
Living a life without dependencies
Depending on pensions to come through
With big brothers thumb on top of you
Pressing depressing and holding you down
Keeping you from reaching your crown
Others with claws of financial razors
Want your blood for them to savor
Be indebted to no one or human thing
Don't let them bow you and call themselves your king
Depend on God and the strength He gives you
Be content with what you have and what you do
The grass is not greener it is all just plastic and paint
Stay strong and from temptation keep stiff restraint
Or you will be cornered just as I am
And fighting to breathe in someone elses hand
To Those That Don't Understand
You won't, you simply can't and how could you,
It is bigger than your comprehension, your ego
- will allow..
For the sake of love of money, And for inane coarse bluff notoriety,
Or any misplaced false sense of security..
Standard reason escapes the minds of quite a few,
The Honey Trap has set in well,
My words will be obscure
even alien - though evidently just as true,
Fixed and set complete to bind,
And it is necessarily so,
To Wit: Appropriately though,
why on earth should
- the difference be seen by you?
Taken the resolute path of the sociopathic - and the unkind,
Trained in Narcissistic tendencies,
for the pretense of the 'greater good'..
by Corporate Government medical dependencies,
Fascist Collectivism extraordinaire,
On steroids - albeit just as though,
A stupid solid dead piece of wood,
smashing heads and brought to bear
Therefore it would not,
could not - occur in view
Arrogance and ignorance
fine bedfellows,
in an ignoble ritual Dance,
Replete with - by gagged and crippling Mask of shame
To the Dumbed Down and
the criminally insane,
per chance -
It appears to work for now,
It seems even with some use
- to tell,
Do you not see where
your fellow humanity
suffers
- under this absurd Cabaalistic
dream spell?
A hypnotic would-be 'Elite's' occultic, Luciferian,
subliminal, despotic Trance,
To not see, is though now,
Unacceptable ethics to bestow, And the soul of man's Justice
knows this..
- as simply no excuse..
Continued in Part 2 to follow - K.H.B
but a collection of slim syllables which became monolinear
to keep the vocabulary from becoming even skinnier
no matter what is written, experienced or elegantly lied
existence flows toward eternity for change will not be denied
trying not to get lost in depth of individual helplessness
prime numbers and beings stand entirely on their own prerequisites
denial that existence must be about each species improvement
would deeply flawed gods create humans simply for their own amusement?
where things choose to correspond to individual dependencies
hard to shed the burdens of our ancestors' habits and tendencies
written history becomes polluted, diluted, often obscured
all remembrance soon fades, despite how robust or heavily insured
human lives are molded by the severity of challenges endured
12/12/19
"Struggling"
I've been struggling
Doing things that are puzzling
It's rather troubling
How much liquor I've been guzzling
Shiiiit
I admit
I'm not proud at all
I got a problem with alcohol
It'll be my downfall
If I don't fix it
Instead of always getting twisted
On my end, there's been a lot of resistance
It's been hard, and I know that I'll miss it
But I want to follow through on my wishes
And get after serious riches
All the while, taking care of business
With god as my witness
Up until the very last minutes
And at the finish
I don't need anybody's forgiveness
Just got to make the best of my existence
Another relapse, because I always got to get my fixes
On the walls upside down triple sixes
Pictures of provocative b**** es
Blowing kisses
And a tank with fishes
As well as a few glow in the dark crucifixes
Life's tough, yet sometimes it isn't
Good riddance
Once again I've done did it
I'm starting to get suspicious
Of much more than the superstitious
I've been ambitious
Yet still oh so vicious
Sorry, can't relate, I'm not very religious
And that's just one difference
Use to be a jock and a nerd
Nowadays I burn so much herb
I've been feeling disturbed
Because there's been so much I learned
Yet the problems always return
When you're at your lowest or feeling superb
On my back the weight of an anvil
Been trying to leave it at the landfill
But keep ending up at a standstill
Damn girl,
You really gave me feelings of ecstasy
Turns out it wasn't always meant to be
You'd best believe
Working my ass off, to barely earn ends meet
Only to struggle on through the next week
Makes me feel like a ****ing dead beat
Life continues testing me
Getting the best of me, but I can't let it be
I'm ready to achieve
An outcome that turns out successfully
Living rather recklessly
Been at odds and making some enemies
Doing things that'll shorten longevity
And life expectancy
Having strange tendencies
And certain dependencies
Which could very well be the death of me
Teaching can feel depressingly predative
to younger minds
preferring to not evaporate while preyed upon.
Mentoring can feel more hopefully symbiotic
with younger,
fresher,
less domesticated minds
preferring to mutually stalk
shared prey of symbiotic and creolizing truths
between generations,
ancient to yet unborn.
Parenting can feel parasitic
to younger minds and bodies
ready to break free
of aging hosts,
relentlessly hoping
to pass along some semblance of grace
as gratitude
for Earth's co-investing gifts.
Parenting could,
in hypothetical theory,
invite mutuality,
more like benign parasites,
who know and love each other,
moving from harboring co-dependencies
to seeking mutual interdependence
for further good-humored
yet vulnerable
exploitations of honest life as mutual gifting forward.
Power,
energy,
nutrition,
even vibrant health
can feel like unmitigated competitions
where if I win
then someone else must lose,
when all the most important choices
are between Either Yes
Or No.
I suppose power could feel more limited.
Power to mutually avoid
and live in side by side autonomous silos
of live and let love,
where if I win
then so must you
and if you win
then so must I
and if this generation wins
then so must future generations
where all our mutually avoided choices
issue forth within Both Yes for me
And NotNot No for you.
Teaching power can feel predative,
as mentoring interdependent powers
invites deep harmonic ecology,
sacred symbiosis
of me
as also notnot you.
My Own North Star
A quiet hum, a gentle breeze,
No urgent calls, no need to please.
The world outside can spin and sway,
I find my peace in my own way.
No echoing steps upon the floor,
No voice to seek beyond my door.
Just silent thoughts, a mind at ease,
Unburdened by dependencies.
The path I walk, it's mine alone,
No guiding hand, no steady stone
Required to mark the way ahead,
My own true north, my spirit led.
For in this space, profoundly deep,
My truest self I truly keep.
A strength discovered, pure and keen,
The person I was meant to be,
Unseen
By crowds, unjudged by hurried gaze,
Content within my solitary days.
No void to fill, no empty chair,
Just self-completion, rich and rare.
A vibrant life, completely whole,
The sovereign master of my soul.
What I love about Star Trek isn’t the plots or even the characters, It’s their casual, daily use of fantastic technologies (think replicators) - for them, the ordinary. It mirrors our own banal use of magic-like wireless, google searches and air travel.
We are marvelous monkeys.
I’m a teenager. I am new and agog - Jesus, I have a lot to learn. How are the many marvels that elevate our lives actually made? The millions of cars, the fuel distribution systems, our skyscrapers. Who thought of all this?
We’re marvelous monkeys.
We can almost cheat death - I saw Marilyn Monroe on TV last night. It wasn't the real her - of course - just the image of her purring sexuality. The her without the messy adopted-child neuroses, chemical dependencies, loneliness and deeper longings. But it's early days - her DNA is lying around here somewhere.
We’re marvelous monkeys.
In the depths of silence, on the cold floor of memories,
I wander through old thoughts, in the shadow of lost dependencies.
I return to the same illusions, to those forgotten pills,
One after another, the days slip by in a deep sleep.
I cannot get over the reasons that abruptly broke our connection,
I cannot understand how our destinies intertwined this way.
For on every chosen path, we meet again, inevitably,
Regardless of our attempts to part ways.
I've heard you're no longer yourself, that you've succumbed to silence,
You spend your time in solitude, far from the nights out with the girls.
Without makeup, a storm of thoughts, with no reason to dress up,
I, back to my dependencies, have nothing to fight for.
Our ending isn't right, for our souls are entwined.
Our ending isn't right, for I falter without you, day and night.
In this melancholic incantation, we search for lost meaning,
In the chaos of existence, where the invisible universe calls us.
On the thread of time, we seek light in the ancient darkness,
Embracing the mystery of life as an eternal dance of stars.
Good sense suppose of all things equally shared,
everyone’s abundance of thoughts much cared.
Those who are most difficult to satisfy,
larger measure of doubt in mental sky.
Sense of reason by diversity and consequence,
some endowed with larger shares and righteous reference.
The well conducted mind by natural equality applied,
likewise to the glories aberration taken as guide.
Wishing of equality in purity of thoughts,
to clearness and distinctness that open mental knots.
Giving fullness to wisdom memories and conduction,
reared beliefs on ethical foundations infirm seduction.
Enfoldment in time for specific growth as certitude,
dualities of soul through dependencies viewed.
Composition and evidence of dependency,
unequal desires and its moral handicap to see.
Dependence of reason instead of revelation,
creating authority issues of great sensation.
The wise being conscious of duality in soul,
working order of eternal certainty as whole.
I was only five years old
But that day I will never forget
It was a clear winter day, with a light frost,
I vividly remember strings of flags, helium balls,
Children, yelling happily, queues at the ice cream kiosks
Huge crowds of people in the park
With a giant staircase of six cascade flights
Leading up the hill to a small tower
With a souvenir shop, a café and a rental point
The staircase was used in winter
As a ski slope, it was a great attraction
I went to the top with my children’s skis
It took about twenty minutes or so
To stagger up there to the top
I put on my children’s skis and flew down
But after passing just one span,
I saw two people standing below,
Right on the track I was racing along.
I instantly realized that my weak child's voice
Wouldn’t be heard, so I veered off to the side
I began to zigzag between the pine trees, quite nimbly,
as if I had practiced this trick.
It was a breathtaking number I performed
Quite unexpectedly for myself
After safely rolling down, I turned around.
My mother was waving at me happily.
A bearded man standing nearby praised me.
But I immediately told him all I thought
About those idiots standing on my track.
I remember the man's mouth opening in surprise
But I was just a shocked little boy
Who had suddenly learnt the hard way
How easily we can die
Due to someone else's stupidity
So from that day onwards
My world changed forever
I try to avoid involuntary dependencies
Try to stay away from uncontrollable accidents
Prefer to keep my distance
From people, who couldn't care less
Whether I exist or not.