… the original woman
The pure
Without sickness
No sick psychology
The man-hater
I need the original
God created
Without psychology
No need this science
Only the Bible
That’s all
But everything
Forever
Forest fires in Canada
leave a haze in Iowa
and I can’t help but think
of how they have consumed
the land.
As I go for a Sunday drive
a wall cloud of smoke
in the sky before me
hides the sun
but the river
is at my side
rippling reflections
of sky.
A voice inside says
we must embrace
before it's lost
as I count the miles.
I round a curve
and for a moment I see
the face of someone
I loved as she smiled,
a memory unveiled.
Yet I know
fires are burning
out west
a story played out
every year.
I look into my self
and feel assured
as the sun emerges
and opens the skies.
for every charred trunk
that falls a seed
left in its wake
A lesser moon I can quite well withstand,
A gentle crescent grants a gracious smile,
To all the world, an honest helping hand,
And friends well know I'll go the extra mile.
But then there comes that shining disk of hell,
And buried in a hole, I feel its flood,
And then regret my wit and sharpened smell,
And all that lusts the rip and flowing blood.
And one may say I should not be a wolf,
As wolves have said I should not human be;
I am the thread that spans across the gulf,
The day and night it seems the world must see.
And so there lies the deep divided one,
Each half despising what the other's done.
551.
Let's Learn Psychology!
Let's learn a Social Science subject called Psychology
It's all about behavior & personality
It can be Abnormal or Cognitive
Developmental, Educational or Comparative
Evolutionary Psychology relates to evolution
Experimental Psychology leads to experimentation
Personality has many types & theories
Social Behavior reflects several identities!
-04/27/2017
(Dumarao)
*SSN Poems
Graffiti flourished underground
works by young artists
who found their voices
by sharing visions
in tunnels and on trains
commuters took to work.
They painted flowers
purple monsters
and people dancing
on the street
a celebration
of life the artists knew.
As subways squealed
around curves, first-time
riders never knew what they’d find
under the city
the stories told
before commuters found the light of day.
Skyscrapers above poked into clouds
as the city lived and breathed
but images of graffiti lingered
lingered in recesses of minds
the art left in tunnels
where trains rumbled underground.
The journey of the hero
Is both in and out simultaneously
As above so below
Since the nature of reality
Is its nonduality
Everything has a light
And everything a shadow
How could it be otherwise
As we occupy this space
With presence
Dreaming always dreaming
We spin our tales
Weaving a web to catch what?
A glimpse of something divine
The wick our candle burns around
The spark that ignites our consciousness
A something that is no thing
Before there was a Self to seek
The hero’s journey is out and in
There and back again
A mind forever questing
A grail made holy
By the quest
The mystery of manifestation
Made manifest
Sun made flesh and fiber
You could say
And in so doing
Once again simply
Miss the mark
(6/6/26)
Like you, I too once entertained the childish theology of monsters beneath the bed.
Only, where you slept with your face toward the door, praying for survival, I turned my back to the darkness, because I did not care whether it killed me—
for I did not fear being destroyed when I was already tormented by the violence within my mind.
Ponder
Perhaps it is time
people
ponder what the
perils of using
psychoactive
pharmaceuticals will cause.
Polymorphocellular
pleuropneumonia is just one of the
pernicious
problems which can
pop up when least expected. A
psychohistory my help determine if someone is
predestined to contract this problem. If we act in time, maybe we can
prevent this from happening. Some
patients will probably not want to
participate in their own treatment. I say,
let them go their own way!
Written by Gail DeBole
on May 6, 2026
Updated on May 11, 2026
Here I go...returning to REM.
Most of the time, it acts like a friend.
REM deals with feelings that should be addressed
Before they become an unwelcome mess.
Some of the time, REM makes no sense.
Mired in mystery with a hint of pretense.
Other times, using recurring themes
It offers an outlet for feeling extremes.
REM often zigzags through my life's times
And reminds me of moments left behind.
When I awake, sometimes I muse
Over the people my dreams choose to include.
When I awake, sometimes I muse
Over the vagueness my dreams choose to include.
It's true that I only know REM from my dreams.
But it acts like a friend without malice or schemes.
Seemingly unsolvable problems REM solves for me.
Without REM, where would we be?
I am a jail man
An independent, full of freedom, crashed
There is no life. The natural. Just blackmail
Snow White's packed science destroys life
Snow white psychology’s ash, gives dark
Kills sun, Kills God. Hope dead, no faith. Die
Where is life? It’s exiled. Rulers, devil minds
Oh, humanity! Why do you block your life?
Why are you putting limits on my life? Why?!
I don’t accept any of these degenerations
No, never, all of them artificial dead science
Programming souls? Psychologist cheetahs!
Spiritual Tarzans! Earth, planet of the apes!
Hmm, psychology, deleted ancient wisdom
Hmm, today is a sin to read the father’s words
Psychological steel cage, my life is unnatural
I met with Adam. He asked, did you see Eve?
No, you can’t find her! Even Satan trembles
There is no longer a living natural soul here
This is a jail, a mentally limited, regulated world
Psychology, psychology! Innovation of death
Mental prison, unconsciousness, laughing death
People feel for independence
Switched off minds
My contemplation recognizes
My jail in this life
Unknown Woman
April, a train, a station in Hungary
Just waiting for the departure, free time
A lady arriving on the platform watches the windows
Sunny day, twenty degrees, afternoon, 3 pm
She gets into the carriage, an old car, old stairs, design
She sat down, left to me, on the side of the car, simple, my age, nice
But more than. Simple appearance. Worn jeans, woman's teacher’s bag
But wise and mature radiation touched my heart, she is a woman, intelligent
White, almost short dark hair, probing eyes. Smiling face. Oh. The ice wall between us
Mine. Created. The dark psychology. I am a creature of that. A sick man
Afraid of women. Because of psychologically driven law
Saying. Watching a woman is, talking to a woman is, sexual harassment!
This psychology
Is mental poison
Because the woman
Is unknown
Each day, each moment
it pulls me to the ground.
Each morning, I look to the sky
but on earth I belong.
each day I ask
Old rock and roll plays
in the next room
a heartbeat
I breathe.
what keeps me here
An airliner streaks the sky
and contrails disappear
into clouds like dreams
but I stand on the floor.
another day in its embrace
*off-sonnet form
You can't read a mind, but you can read a face
Just watch over time to see emotions that race
Expressions revealing rejection or jeers.
Enough to chill anyone, confirm paranoid fears.
There's the expression "We will crush you"
And "You just don't get it, but we hate you."
A face that can't hide a nasty plan
What can I do? I'm just one man.
There's the face that says I'm a cloying fool
Then there's tones I never heard in school
There's the tone of dripping contempt
How do I deflect that, even make an attempt?
There's the face rehearsing how he'll beat me to a pulp
I look at it and let out a nervous gulp.
Skeptics say I expect to see, then I fill in
But if half is true, my future is grim.
The are the words too, that sometimes come along
But the interesting aspect is the rest of the song
Maybe it's the brain controlling muscles, controlling eyes
That makes the inner feeling break through the disguise.
This preceded talking, in our evolutionary past
Another way of knowing, that some dismiss too fast.
You can know much about a man, just by the way he laughs
Know with who to hunt the wildebeest, with who to forge your path.
You know, life is different, we can’t feel the same hope
Because of the will and ego. And the fate. And the knowing
Bad knowing. Far. From God. From life. Love just the God
I hate the primitivism. I don’t want enlightened psychology
I want God’s principles
God created the world
Not psychologists
God created the world
No psychology
Only words of God
God
Lord
God
Ruler
No psychology!
Just love
Love of God!
No psychology!
No poison!
Just Health
Creation
“Psychology is crime”, noted Satan
“Yes, because it deletes God’s will.”
I said
“Yes. Psychology doesn’t respect my principles."
Said God
“Because psychology accepts the ungodly lives.”
Answewred Satan
Psychology is not life
“Business.” Said Satan
The art of psychology—
Brains, brains, brains,
A maze of thoughts untamed.
Emotions, emotions, emotions,
Rising like waves unseen,
Powerful, deep, and in between.
Psychology—so vast, so wide,
A world we carry deep inside.
To truly live, to understand,
We must learn the mind’s command.
Big minds, small minds,
All searching, all confined,
Oh my—how can it be
So hard to understand me?
I am made of emotion,
A storm, a silent ocean.
Mental health, a fragile thread,
Battling thoughts we never said.
Depression whispers low and deep,
In quiet nights that steal our sleep.
Yet still we rise, we try, we grow,
Learning truths we didn’t know.
To master the laws of the mind—
Not simple, never easy to find,
But through dedication and care,
Clarity meets us there.
Understanding—step by step,
Through every fall, through every depth.
So learn yourself, begin within,
That’s where all journeys truly begin
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