“A rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd ~
Gong of Om felt as bliss, is our holy word “
~ quote by poet
To be a celibate or to celebrate,
former suppression, latter jubilation,
is what the scripture says, determines our fate
but why not dwell in the void of cessation?
Let us flow through this life with nonchalant ease,
mode embrace and release, flowing like the breeze,
with fullness in emptiness being the norm,
invoking divine magnetism, a bliss storm.
I thrive where others struggle to survive,
for my needs are few, yet my wings are strong,
vibrant in my being, feeling alive,
though judged by others I do not belong.
Just as on flowers thorns are unwanted,
I’m treated as a leper, always shunned
but be this as it may, I’m undaunted,
from dawn to dusk by God’s healing light sunned.
Look not at my form but spirit within,
glowing with the same light that lights all lights,
sipping nectar from earth by going in,
invoking grace as rapture that delights.
Rebel, a nerd, I follow not the herd ~
Yet hope my words will be by your heart heard
Playful spontaneity is frowned upon,
looked upon as unbecoming for adults
but vibrance of innocence cares not for scorn,
as its pure childlike heart bliss emotes exults,
living in the moment, each breath a new dawn,
leaving it to God to determine results.
A rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd,
for having cracked the code, we need no password.
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 or flight.
But dreaming is much more fun
Especially when someone else does your hunting.
This is the world of childish wonder
Of dreams projected onto reality
Of fears projected onto others
A world where I’ll grow up to become
A fireman, a healer, a Marxist rebel, a world savior.
This is the world of make believe
Where everyone follows their bliss
Into ever deeper sleep
A world where the biggest concern
Is, is my pillow soft or firm enough…
(8/21/24)
If we be spirit and this form a vessel,
affirming that we are boundless like vast space,
thus resting thought flow, in our heart we nestle
with pulsations of love, inpouring by grace.
A rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd,
choosing to rest ego cravings untoward,
knowing that if God is, He must be within
the cave of our heart, so we go in therein.
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, an enigma of sorts
Marching to a different beat
A bit of a “cracker” I've always been
Take pride in being off beat
Don't have a choice, it's who I am
Travelling down a different street
Always write in the purest of forms
Simple verse most of the time
Since a very young age, always thought
Of poetry as a needing to rhyme
Forever been one to revel in creativity
Searching new vistas each day
It sure turns my crank and floats my boat
Wouldn't be happy any other way
Thank you my friends for the inspiration
To express what makes me tick
We're all cut from the very same cloth
Till we find a pathway that clicks
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, a nerd, we follow the herd
blindly aping scriptures word for word
we remain lost in labyrinths of lower mind
trauma bonding therein fear grips us in a bind
finding our life adrift, if we choose we can yet shift
to reclaim within heart, love and light as a gift
enlivening feeble form with currents warm
in time becoming the very bliss storm
(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, it's a lawless land,
But that sign, it's a symbol, taking a stand,
In the chaos of the streets, it holds its ground,
A rebel, a silent voice, all around.
Cars zoomin' by, ignorance in the air,
But that stop sign's there, it doesn't care,
Red octagon, a warning ignored,
In the streets of rebellion, it's adored.
It's like me, in this life of sin,
Breakin' the rules, but I aim to win,
Unsupervised, yet standin' tall,
Against the odds, I'm destined to brawl.
That stop sign's a metaphor, a symbol of might,
In a world so dark, it shines a light,
Unnoticed, unguarded, but it persists,
Like a gangster's resilience, it exists.
I roll through the streets, like a renegade,
With the spirit of that stop sign, never afraid,
In this concrete jungle, where chaos thrives,
I'm the unsupervised rebel, on the rise.
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 saints in a niche,
when they should have been thrown into a ditch!
Before I attempted to please others,
I realized how naive I was to offer praises:
I had one God to serve, not several gods
who took the appearance of pure divinity;
they had a shining halo over their heads...
ensuing much fear, accusing me of inequity!
Before I had a childish and overt personality,
I trusted anyone and laughed with anybody...
until their derision filled me up with anger;
I broke my connection, realizing it wasn't fair!
Before I diverged from the wrong and dangerous path,
I didn't recognize my naiveness, neither I felt bad vibes;
I helplessly fell into a deep ravine full of vicious vipers:
what spared me death was the laughter of Lady Macbeth!
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 many tear's.
You may see me as a misfitt, a rebel, a lost cause, and that's fine I say,
cause I do tend to my own, as I make my own way.
With or without you I can go on in this world you see,
a misfitt, a rebel, an outcast, a blacksheep I be.
No matter what lable you or the world sticks to me.
Ima going to do everything that I can,
to raise me and my kind becoming a better man.
If you feel like the world has casted you out,
your a misfit, a blacksheep with outta doubt.
That's ok as long as you're making positive change's each day,
becoming the best of you in every way..
Labels are for those who believe and think only of their self it's true,
be ye humble, let it be other's that raises you.
Keep your head above the waters, your heart over the thought's of the mind,
being a misfit, a rebel, an outcast is still life you will find..
Knower of truth visited not the church,
for he was worn weary
of sermons leaving heart in lurch
by words dreary.
He was not an atheist since he knew
truth of soul’s existence,
feeling bliss beats within renew;
love’s insistence.
Rebel, a nerd, he followed not the herd,
aligning with God’s light
that glowed within as chakras whirred,
by day and night.
21-December-2022
Constance La France Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing form
Rhyme pattern: abab, cdcd, efef
syllable pattern: 10, 6, 8, 4 in each stanza
Far better to be a rebel, a nerd ~
Than a mere blind follower of the herd
03-July-2022
Better off being a rebel, a nerd ~
Than as a blind follower of the herd
02-April-2022
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 ritual and scripture
Felt wisdom for knowledge was pawned
Head and heart chasm, ego puncture
Widened by dos and don’ts stricture
Sound current ohm, amen, the word
Within heart, paints the true picture
Rebel, a nerd, followed not herd
Until bliss throb, within him stirred
Recognising God dwells within
Vaporised self, free like a bird
No sooner he chose to begin
Pilgrim felt rapture on his skin
Emanating from joyous heart
Luminous presence, free from sin
Voids filled when love added to cart
He saw all are one, none apart
Being by God Himself so breathed
Love and light His beauteous art
16-December-2021
Eat when hungry
Sleep when sleepy
Not simple
With thoughts nimble
Go where we expand in joy
Forsaking egoic ploy
Is there an inhibition or limitation
To flow thus in unending elation
Live simply
Act humbly
Better a rebel, a nerd
Than a blind follower of the herd
Can we
Thus be
Are we
Truly free
08-November-2021
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