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world wars your mongering for
the big satanic bloodbath
more appealing to god
then two homosexual men
The devil may cry
my favorite angel facing a feat of unequal measure
since you know soo much about him
live it everyday
you never let him live this down
just work on making yourselves miserable
you look soo happy that way
words you read by the best
your own walking contradiction
so caught up in getting what you want at anycost
you forgot what he wanted
and there is a price to pay
signed yourself up for a fight that isnt yours
the rules you live by
they are enforced
you cant scramble away from this fast enough
the lie you live for power
lesser of two evils presented to you
path of least resistance corners you again
sing yourself to suicide ever soo sweetly
the shortest straw has no alibi
and i think its funny
Jesus has some truth to tell him
slip the witch a missing letter
she doesnt mind bringin him back to life
even the devil you know
splattered all over your pages
the philosophy you seem to live everyday
offered you a short term power
and we just throw you away
came to get my favorite angel
something youve been denying yourself the whole time
trivial pursuit of endless lies manipulating yourselves this way is such a shame
now i'm not obligated to help you
you had a choice
the game of life you signed up for is coming round again
faster than you think
your underground rivalry of seeking after power
i paid the devil to see if you would make this mistake
then you did and i agreed he could do the dirty work in jesus name
the truth will get you in karmic laws you forgot about
threefolds of being humbled
and humbled and humbled again
wont even help you, you cant get away
hardcore satanists dressed up as saints messing up their own destiny
did the world not tell you
life is a test?
you were tested
you failed
the devil was in on it
enjoy your bloodbaths of endless wars in hell
the world kept this under rug swept
and now for you there is no way out
paid the devil for me
and jesus will eventualy set him free from the you he doesnt want
your not fathoming this properly
jesus was tortured so you wouldnt be
the letter gone missing
now whose got a face to blame
hardcore satanists
my favorite angel loves me
he wouldnt allow me to live this nightmare
so hes taking you far far away
Tomorrow it will be a new start she said as a vow to herself.No more broken promises and tomorrow's that never are to be realized.
Today I plan.First thing new tennis shoes.Then shop for fuel.No longer looking at food as a panacea a means to dull the ache.
She awoke at four thirty to put on her exercise
uniform.It has been proven people perform better
When dressed for the occaision.
As she took off walking she was taking note of the feelings in her body .The tightness in her arches the discomfort around the left knee.Her mind fighting
to stay on the path of least resistance .To keep the status quo firmly entrenched no matter the cost.
Looking up she saw the moon a lovely muted
gold ovoid wondering is it waxing or waning? Am I waxing or waning?
The birds slowly awakening after a late night courtesy of the sunset that was thought never to arrive.
She walked at a victorious clip remembering to
open up the hip joints with each stride.Walking like a Geisha might be cute if you don't mind walking that way forever short of surgical intervention.Not
on her to do list.
Two thirds through her chosen route marveling
that her feet no longer hurt nor her knee.As the cars ahead approached she flashed the light she carried secured by its wrist strap.She had thought as she secured it so it could be used to defend herself if push came to shove.
As the traffic passed she flicked the light across the
roadway in answer to the rustle of a hopping squirrel in the brush.
At that very moment her right foot unsure of purchase in her brand new stiff soled walkers rolled
off the edge of the roadway .In one, as if
rehearsed ,movement she fell backwards onto the culvert's lip. Striking just below the base of
the skull.A kiss proving to be fatal.Just as her debut began the curtains
came crashing down with no chance of encore
In sight.All mixed metaphor aside,
do I believe she failed in her new beginning?
No! Never let it be said.
She attained all she had self swore. And more.
As is said, we are He, who we seek
Today, let’s find out together
Love beckons, we try to take a sneak peek
But fears and desires tether
Veiled remains The Divine Mother
Knowing not the way, we stop flow of thought
Resting in pristine stillness
Joy currents within rise, both cold and hot
Heightening our awareness
Kundalini consciousness
Sublime serpent at root begins to stir
Divine feminine awake
Energy centers in subtle body whir
Our spine does the shake-shake-shake
Trust us; our sanity’s at stake
Pathways three; Sushumna, Ida and Pingala
Snake divine makes up its mind
Upon path of least resistance, has a gala
Unless ego borne fears bind
Charmed by our heart, it’s touch is kind
Oh worthy lama, go beyond all opposites
Serpent’s Holy Spirit in disguise
Be bemused not by myriad composites
Now, ceasing to weigh and size
Allow divinity to rise
02-January-2022
The Snake Charmer Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Notes: A short overview of our energy (pranic) life force field
Kundalini is Shakti - the divine feminine, coiled like a serpent at the base of our spine. It is the kinetic aspect of God’s energy. The potential aspect is Shiva, at the crown chakra, correspondent to our fontanel on the top of head. Shakti yearns to reunite with Shiva and so rises at the optimal time, when mind-body vessel is purified. The energisation is felt as living magnetism within.
Ida is the cool channel, correspondent to left nostril. Pingala is the hot channel, related to our right nostril. Both these paths are serpentine, intersecting at the sacral, navel, heart, throat and third eye (between eyebrows), merging there to connect to the crown.
Sushumna is a three layered cylindrical conduit in the geometric centre of our body, joining the root chakra to the crown chakra. It is referred to as the energy expressway, rod of initiation or staff of power in different scriptures.
Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen !
That sand box experiment really made us laugh/
Shortly after gym class,
Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/
Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew,
The pathway in life that we should choose/
Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil !
The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few,
Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue !
Playing guitar like he's going out of style !
That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ?
We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people,
Right underneath the bleacher's !
Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/
Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store,
Lest I emplore,
The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/
Butch Malone thought he was the real king ?
That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window !
Next the time was drawing near/
Then so was that dinner bell,
Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies,
Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny !
He was stuffed that was/
Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face !
What a social disgrace !
Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ?
Like a little dog without his bone/
He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home !
The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/
She didn't even know where to begin/
For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day,
Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ?
All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !
Form:
rise against opression if you could
but you are far too unwell
as scathed as i am
from this constant battle
the only thing i have undestood
is that everything is a fight
picking my battles
just soo i can live a happy life
settle for nothing
because last time settling was a mistake
everything is a fight
the mailman, the power companies
phone bills
spirituality
sexual identity
political views
medicated for whats wrong
so they can be right
Everyday biting my tongue
tongue in cheek doesnt exist
fighting to better myself
as futile as that is
i may as well sign up for the war
because its endless
absolutley endless
and even signing up for a fight
i would have to fight you
on who i should fight
giving up is way easier
yet that would be the path of least resistance
where i fight myself
and lose everyday
everything is a fight
everything
from making someone understand you
struggling from day to day
no clarity ever
just two sides with opposing views
both saying their right
So what are we fighting for
if everybody gets it
power
control
money
the glory of living a lie
to be sold to the masses as an example
of how right they are
for making your entire life a fight
I'm not sure where the pay off is
winning by overwhelming people with confusion
being the posterboy or girl
for something and trying to fail
it's endless, it's pointless, couldnt pay me to care
its just not worth the fight
i guess thats all there is
sell your happy ending for another endless futile battle
for somebody elses glory
just to feel like you belong
and then smile everytime you wish to die
cause thats all there is left
fight to survive
fight for the truth
fight for your rights
fight to fight over everything that is a fight
Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an emphatic YES,
a legitimately valid reason and rhyme to flog
yours truly (figurative emasculation),
thee catchword to hog
immediate attention,
see above named poem title
the best idea to expound upon,
while attempting creative juices to jog
all mein kampf, I felt like a bump on a log
please... don't be hesitant
to identify me as a nog
one aging long haired pencil neck geek
never reached maturity forever a pollywog.
More clearly, plainly and succinctly
one sniveling poor excuse for masculinity,
I continually experience
unrepentant (unforgivable) humility,
hence lame justification
Matthew Scott sought adultery,
which unwise choice attempted
(pun intended) to fill a void
sexual propensity linkedin with precepts
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
though skepticism skirts
barenaked lady hardcore psychoanalysis
downplayed or Oedipus complex
shrugged off (heavier imposition
versus Atlas) fails to bridge any mettle alloyed
within me psyche.
Absent healthy teenage
dating experiences, think tryst
I yearned, trended then
regretted handy dandy wrist
took rat tick antics subsequently,
and compromised spawning prurient dalliances,
hence understandably missed
(until death do me part)
doting upon then young daughters,
rightfully thee eldest one
(born 12/22/1996) still pissed
at primal, gonadal, and brutal predilections
now... finding very little reason to exist
matter of fact I dreamt
(earlier today June twenty seventh
two thousand and twenty), the gist
regarding harming self
Words don't cause hurt. Words have no true power.
Words can cause you to feel defeated but only if you allow it.
Call me every possible foul name that might come to your mind.
Insult the loss of a dear, departed loved one of mine'
Use your words to reflect and express all that you consider unkind.
It may work with others, but I pay it no mind.
Besides,
When ever anyone is rude to me, nasty with me, treating me unpleasantly,
or when addressing me feel the compultion to scream and shout,
I never take it personally and I mean that most sincerely.
I always give all of them the benefit of doubt.
No one consciously would treat me so miserably intentionally
so I give them all the benefit of doubt
that there's probably something going on
in their life that's gone wrong.
Something that I'll never ever know about.
Perhaps they're suffering the loss of a loved one or friend.
Perhaps a serious relationship has come to an end.
Maybe they're just having the worst day that they have ever known.
Maybe I just happened to be there when their fuse got blown,
or maybe they are just plain miserable and always will be.
You know what they say, Misery Loves Company.
Maybe they unconsciously want to make everyone as miserable as they.
I can allow that to happen or I can say No Way.
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There's always a reason why others do the things that they do
and there's no point in wasting energy trying to figure it all out.
and so for me I choose the path of least resistance,
I Give Everyone The Benefit Of Doubt.
...unless they truly cross the line. Then I Punch Their Lights Out.
Judge me if you want to
the devil on my shoulder is one of your own making
you live through me
through the cliches of the worlds three perfect stages
the holes in the plot of phase one
of what i crave most to inform myself
the logic of the puzzle of action for reaction
and an angel of choices i seem to be offered
where the path of least resistance seems to help me out
Obsessive compulsive
music lists
genius at shopping
thye beliefs you feed me
the soultrain im waiting
the dance of destiny
the right shoe untied
the two left feet
I do what i see
what im told
what i think is right
lie when i have to
not because i am evil
but to save my skin
or because there is too much at risk to sacrifice
Its not entirely your fault for me be claimed to impertfections
i forgive you your trespasses
but i refuse to keep playing the victom
eclectic
forever eclectic
pulling in pieces of you
to build my safe have on a puzzle
for there to be light in the darkness
the way i want thing
my utopia
what i weant
even if its a lie
Obsessive compulsive shopping
row by row
reading movie by movie
tle and artist of every cd
looking at every gam
and walking through the clothes line
the things you might find in the fragrance section
after all the games and lives you have bought for your
entertainment
to smell like a god when you watch
the scenes of what has gone wrong
with what we wanted
so back to the start of where we fall apart
the mirrors o seven clocks
and the recyled dreams of the obsessive compulsive
son of man
I asked for strength for the journey
But its in the journey I find the strength
I hear lost souls cry out
These are more than just words that I think
Yeah I'm on the brink of disaster
Lady Luck I'll come by and see you later
But at this time I'm ending the game I only got like ten minutes
But actually I'm running five minutes late
Yeah! its kinda like my life story
Yep, the red foe is crushed now
Sure, I'm just like lightning that is struck down
Like the beginning of wisdom, is to distinguish the differences
I face my fears, I continue in the face of resistance
Because the path of least resistance is what makes both men and rivers crooked
If I have another hearing the judge will throw the book at me
And last night, Oh my GOD why did you forsake me
I got on my knees and prayed for guidance through this darkness
I went back to where it started: and I walked away, took away the threat and became the target
Of course I'm more than just a product of my environment
I'm entirely> Aware that there are 2 kinds of conspiracy
The conspiracy of the government and the conspiracy of the devil
My soul is here just to show you, you must dig deeper inside yourself
I've reached way past the point where it seems hopeless
Every door in Sweetwater is closed to me
So I close the door to hell and open the door to heaven
It was God who said everything my hand touched would prosper
And my hand has touched this keyboard
And my voice is just screaming out to touch that microphone
"Get your microphone and make it pretty; Put a skull around it for this city"
Most people are like electricity,
they prefer to travel down the path of least resistance
They don't want to get involved too much,
they like to be bystanders, sitting on the fence
They don't really want things too hard,
don't wanna struggle like a salmon goin' upstream
Just make it easy for their decision making,
would like to get from here to there on a transporter beam
Get on that old beaten trail,
go down that worn out wide path
It's the easiest way to get to hell,
walking backwards will incur God's wrath
Beware: the devil's gonna wanna trick you
Beware: Satan's gonna be real persistent
Beware: the Trickster's gonna lie to you,
to lead you down the path of least resistance
Beam 'em up on that old beaten trail,
beam 'em down that worn out wide path
It's the easiest way to get to hell,
oh you will instantly incur God's wrath
Most people don't like to feel electricity,
it jumps on you lightning fast
And if you're not a quick thinker,
you will become a tale of the past
I was raised up the old fashioned way,
do what you're told, then you'll have your say
Be obedient, follow God's sacred rules;
move down that shining path, it's up to you to choose
Get off that old beaten trail,
don't go down that worn out wide path
Take a straight narrow road to heaven,
walk forward and one day you'll see God laugh
Beware: the devil's gonna wanna own you
Beware: get you to do what he wants you to
Beware: Satan's lurking in the distance,
so resist taking the path of least resistance