When I look back as far as I can see
through the past of my Earthly memory
I cannot find an absence of belief
or faith in single, loving Deity
I do not know of life without a Lord
hymns on Sundays, singing every chord
However, through a trying adult phase
I turned away on my own proud accord
Although I still believed, I was in pain
Along with ancient anger - Abel, Cain
Temptation put upon Adam and Eve
Then told in Paradise could not remain
I witnessed others select, pick, and choose
particular scriptures that they could use
To back their case, justify, or rationalize
My glowing flame of faith became diffused
Entered theories of physics and science
led me toward Old Testament defiance
In prayer, I now addressed "The Universe"
And on personal God put much less reliance
Exhilarated by Quantum Mechanics
I put on hold mere Biblical semantics
Less literally, I clung to verse of youth
And traveled through a phase of my own antics
Now, when I try to synthesize it all
Everything I've come to know and can recall
It all comes back to Love and Consciousness
Hence, this is where I'll settle ... though Self so small
Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning feeling depressed
I don’t know why I have a lot on my chest
Laying here in my bed
I got a million things running through my head
I gotta get up and I gotta leave
Through all these emotions and feeling numb I gotta breathe
Sometimes I feel like I’m not worth it
When I rationalize I know that I don’t deserve it
Thinking of all my reasons of being here and my purpose
When I calm down and think about it I haven’t even scratched the surface
Beauty is pain….
Sincerely,
The dark side of my room
imagination
creativity
your dendrite highway
making connections
Einstein’s go-to-place
exploration
new ideas
rationalize
intuition
analyze
thought process
decisions
neurons
logic
brain
Amazon cannibal tribes existing.? Past meets present.' Eternity's eyes un-win-king.?
Pizzagate innocuous sounding.' Benn Swann exposing.' He broke medium ranks
Its astounding.' The flesh of humans cooked or raw.' High end labels glinting eyes cried sore, survivours fighting for the
Ones that were lost.' And for self-renewal.?
Thats a lot.' A lot to 'take in' yet we must process.' Rationalize as it was' so it is. Reality
Does much now; un-dress..A right
royal mish-mash and tableaux's most
obscene.. And surprise..Surprise.!
Amazonians at davos Switzerland.? I ask
Consider.? Folks ! Though you might well keen.? Cannibal kings royals and popes.? And a sympathy for the wild tribes.? Just a glimmer.? My senses scream..Today.? Numbness is the danger.' Though I see how it will make a play.' Yet satan the world and
oysters.' Nothing is new; so they say.'
baal is still voracious..Give
The Bible its creedence, its so relevent today.' Do any listen to Tucker Carlson.? Candicel Owens..they have
some contemporary views ' or are you stuck in the ' tv prision ' absorbing re-gurgitated news.???
Do I differ from a criminal
Is the difference minimal?
I want money, so does he
He just wants it more, you see
So much more that he takes it,
if there’s a rule, he breaks it,
builds himself rationalizations,
Tosses off justifications
We all rationalize,
dress our motives in disguise.
He feels entitled, so much nerve
But don't we feel we deserve?
Though we know its not right
We feel envy, rage, and spite
So maybe those knobs are turned up more
I'd like to ask him, but he'd be sore.
Is it a matter of degree?
Or is there a chasm between him and me.
Is it life's blows made him that way?
Was he moldable like clay?
Good men have done bad things
Like an angel that lost wings
Is there a lift to regain the crown
or is there just one way; and that way's down?
You can’t rationalize
emotion
Thoughts and feelings
will never transact
Only in the lines
of a poem
Can their courtship and marriage
— be fact
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
(“The Mothership”, 2024, photo collage of original encaustics)
From the beginning of time bands and tribes
Have simply named themselves “The People”
Obviously to make a distinction
Between themselves and other animals,
Plants and rocks, spirits
And the other humans over there.
And from the beginning of time
They have probably used the excuse
“They’re not really people”
When getting into conflict with those others
And deciding they need to be controlled
Enslaved or eliminated.
We’ve seen it happen repeatedly to black Africans
To ethnic minorities wherever they are resistant to change
To the Jews en masse in Europe last century
And today with helpless fetuses the world over.
It is after all the best way to rationalize
Murdering those we don’t want
Or can’t control any other way.
It is after all important
To be able to sleep at night.
I’m sure there are alien motherships
Orbiting our planet right now
Watching as we struggle
To mature into celestial beings,
And I’m sure they’re saying the same,
“They’re not really people”
But with greater wisdom and compassion
Are also saying,
“Not yet.”
(10/12/25)
Hot water freezes faster than cold
Wearing layers in the heat keeps you cool
Hummingbirds are the most aggressive bird
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
There are seashell fossils on mountain tops
On Venus, a day is longer than a year
Your head ages slightly faster than your feet
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
I know I'm not perfect
And neither are we
But together we could have been
Because
Sometimes life just doesn't make sense
But what is sense
When you stop to think
A spiral like that
Could drive you to drink
You can rationalize
Justify
Make recompense
But sometimes life just doesn't make sense
What a thought for the races to conceive
If only we could imagine, no more crime
The world and races, seems eternally divided
How nice, the call for peace would sound
Try and rationalize, no more discrimination
Think, fair justice would be provided
This would be a kinder and gentler nation
No more racism-no more prejudice
The dignity of mankind, spiraling downward
Everywhere you look, there's greed and hate
There are daily events that portray this fact
Not enough love in the hearts of the races
We only dream that we could live in peace
Brothers and Sisters let love in your hearts
You never know, that dream may come true
No more racism-no more prejudice
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: April 2003
Inspiration: Not enough love
Love is like a seesaw, both sides can go up or down.
It's a matter of give and take but hope it's about giving
A lot more than you ever take with respect
It takes two to tango you both have to want to work on
Through listening patience and communication, seeing things from their perspective on their side and asking them how it feels for them and if you can Make amends forgive and let go
Having kids and finding the time when you work
Can build hurdles you are just too tired or unmotivated to jump
Like so many countless couples have to contend with today
With just too many complications and other commitments, your head is in a spin
And rows over matters can build the pressure till we blow our tops
it's never easy and it is something that we may not both agree on and it's our right to have a different point of view
If it really matters then it may be better if you can talk it through
Plans don't always turn out like you, expected them to do
No one knows what tomorrow may bring
And you have to rationalize your priorities whatever is more important to you.
I feel myself trapped in an endless repetition
Effortless to rationalize each day away
But the sleepless nights bring clarity
A hazy clearness in a cold dark room
The four walls that comfort me most
I imagine they could close in upon me
But a day is easy to pass through
Time that once was so sacred now in surplus
Is it gluttony and sloth I must repent for
Or could it be forgiveness I look towards
To forgive the weight and the lost days
What could it mean to forget
Curtains pulled to dim the sky
Sneaky fabric that hides the sun and
Allows another hour to pass unnoticed
A timeless cycle
Leaving me wistful for a spark
Surely the wool can keep me warm for another night
Things could be different Tomorrow
Do what you must to ensure they don’t see.
Rationalize and pretend it won’t be.
Wish it away to escape from it all.
Cover it up like the paint on the wall.
Cloak it in layers of varying hue,
carefully crafted to keep it from view.
Do what you can with all effort and might.
Make every move just to keep it from sight.
Do what you must but in time you will see,
you can’t wish away… what is destined to be.
Some say that we humans,
have a mission here on earth.
Somebody should teach that
to the ears of idiots.
Few discover their mission,
they rationalize
that being a scientist or a poet
must be their mission.
Few understand,
that loving your horse or dog,
is both holy and ordained.
It's expected.
Saying sorry, ten times a day is our mission.
Knowing that nothing matters,
but caring anyway -
that is a mission,
We were not sent here,
to do great things,
great accomplishments are easy.
Making an excellent cup of tea,
mixing a perfect margarita,
hugging a sulky wife.
These are great missions - do them well.
The world is changing in a profound way,
through the exploitation of fear and lies.
You can't trust a word politicians say:
they connive and editorialize.
And legislate laws that legitimize
corruption and greed, for personal gain.
The tactics they employ to terrorize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Dictators strip democracy away
slowly, before folks start to realize.
Tyrants interject God into the fray:
persecuting all who dare criticize.
The ignorant are taught to recognize
the poor and weak as the root of their pain.
Ways to demonize and rationalize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Potentates kill people who are born gay:
their death is just something to televise.
Fakers, pretending to believe, they pray:
their fake beliefs, simple to synthesize.
Bigotry's easy to popularize,
despite being cruel and inhumane.
And fascists willing to militarize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Fascism is set to materialize
and show its ugly face, yet once again.
And propagandists who destabilize:
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
A Slave To Solitary
From youth till the present solitary has kept me its slave
Protecting me from reality by hiding me in its dark cave
No one can fathom my understanding - nor break the surface of my heart
No one can rationalize or relate to the stubbornness of my minds chart.
There’s no evidence of affection nor signs of dignity
My soul has shown another - Instead I tread in a bottomless pool of depravity
I didn’t choose to be cruel the darkness chose me
Blind and naked I sought love oh so desperately!
But I’m a slave to solitary Just leave me be
For the planet I live on has no rules of gravity
I confide in its boundaries - letting no one enter my domain.
For the darkness would swallow you - the heavy rain would inflict much pain.
In finality I must now return to my dark cave.
For solitary is expecting me to remain its loyal slave.
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