Long Rebel(a) Poems

I'm succumbing to this numb feeling inside my dumb cranium
I've become someone else...a rebel...a worthless bread crumb
I will overcome these waves of emotion...drunk off of remorse's rum

I'm handsome in this pain of insanity and reign...

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The seeker who seeks does not exist
but to begin with, this truth is not known,
so being accustomed to needless striving,
the earth entity begins its God search quest,
searching high and low, yet negating the light
that lies...

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I am who I am

Were you to ask where I’m from my past my tale my next of kin
the answer lies in who tells my narrative my twist what kind of spin

My autobiography is quickly...

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1 The human condition

Since we’re mistaken we’re this body-mind,
we are driven by animal desire,
to the truth of our eternal light blind,
fanning flames of raging lust, till we tire.

In bondage to form, to attachments tied,
although we...

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Absurdity, chaos, 
strife:
The poet chooses 
virtuous reality.

Sisyphus, a 
titanic wave of metamorphosis, waiting, salted nausea:
The thinker roughed by sand 
a solitary tree in a barren desert 
defies absurdity

by seeking meaning in the absurd.

Authenticity, 
vision, conformity,...

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For too long we have been twirled about by mind
and we see now that we're still at the start line,
since thoughts orbit fears that grip us in their bind,
mirroring desire that let's us not align
with...

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Snow is white
He was born in a rather narrow-minded town that had
strict rules for acceptable behaviour, no bars, no restaurant
serving alcohol and no public display of affection.
A Muslim scholar who came to this town by...

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“better a rebel, a nerd, than a blind follower of the herd”
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Buddha urged to illuminate darkness
Set forth towards the closest habitation
His countenance aglow with luminescence 
Was asked by a passerby cause of his elation

Buddha replied...

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‘What is thought’, queried Krishnamurthy 
‘Who am I’ was Ramana’s question
We begin with mind body entity
Which seeks joy elation

Momentary is happiness
Transitioning quickly to sorrow
Thought patterns our stuporousness 
Enmeshed in regrets of past, fears of tomorrow...

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I chose to willfully break the law.                            ...

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" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the

            the one less traveled by and that has made 

  ...

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My heart takes a deep breath
Soul floats to the south.
I care not, I am in the dream zone.
Ideas waft in and out of my semi-consciousness

I am lying on my tummy on a fluffy white blanket
Smack...

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(A gangster rap)

Yo, on the corner, where the street meets fate, 
Unsupervised stop sign, tempting fate, 
In the hood's wild west, where rules bend, 
That stop sign stands alone, a silent trend.

No law, no authority,...

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In all my life that I've existed you see,
I've never fit in anywhere, like it was meant to be.
 IMA now up there in my older year's,
a misfitt that's been filled with laughter and so...

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Timothy Hicks recently suggested
I write one called “Jack the Quack”
Who better than the quacker himself
Who's wheels have left the track

I've never professed to be poet
In the ilk of Browning and Keats
A rebel, a renegade, a...

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Before I became a worrier, a rebel, a Spartacus:
I remember listening to an orator on a city bus: 
he criticized and enraged some arrogant characters;
he shouted harsh words to the deceiving charlatans,
exposing themselves as hallowed...

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Earth bound soul went about it’s quest
Burdened by desires on his chest
Enmeshed in fears, by ego spawned
Dark despair, hoping to be blest

Before many gods, this soul fawned 
Yet clear light of truth never dawned
Trapped by...

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One of my friends recently suggested
I write one called “Cracker Jack”
Who better than the cracker himself
Who's wheels have left the track

I've never professed to be poet
In the ilk of Browning and Keats
A rebel, a renegade,...

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I am a peacock preening feathers
So you might not notice
How slight I really am.

Maintain this sheen make it gleam
Lest it betray my fear
Of prying eyes
From fiendish spies.

So many layers built upon
For year after year after...

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Just make believe
And your dreams will set you free…
Actually, it’s your sleep
And blissful dreaming that sets you free
In a la-la land of make believe.

The real world doesn’t require belief
It requires action
Eat or be eaten, fight...

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Knower of truth visited not the church,
          for he was worn weary
      of sermons leaving heart in lurch
   ...

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 as we float and gloat in destiny’s moat
fears and desires as we quote and unquote
in trance altering not our piquant circumstance 
although plunging into the void is our only chance 
being not a rebel,...

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far better, as a rebel, a nerd
than a blind follower, of the herd

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Alone we walk, the lonely pathless path,
feeling warm touch of magnetism within,
each moment of time, a holy sabbath,
as bliss ignition, in our heart...

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