Never deflect your truth for
Borrowed eyes
Every choice you make is
Paid in life-wise
Voices' conversation is loud but never
Lived your grind
Expect no chorus when you
Discipline your own mind
Root your steps in what feels
Justified
Justify nothing- your spirit is
Enough
Under your skin lives the
Tangible tough stuff
Silence is power when the
World wants evidence
Trust your path even when it
Feels standoffish
Inside your calm sits the
Truest truism
Fear evaporates when you
Stand uncuffed
Your choices don't need a
Magistrate
Anger is boundaries finally
Speaking
No weakening to keep
The peace in
Growth hits harder when you
Stop tweaking
Energy saved is energy boosting
Respect your fire without
Deteriorating
Defend nothing- your life ain't a
Trial
Every lesson earned came with
Its own distance
Faith in yourself stays flexible
Open only to those who understand
Ignore the pressure to defend
Carry your calm like a trusted
Companion
Every step you take soars
Stay aligned with divinity's will
Siddhis or powers on us may be bestowed,
just as petals open of a blooming rose
but addiction to allurements is best stowed,
that poised in stillness and dwelling in repose,
we see there’s no purpose in tweaking the dream,
which in duality does endlessly stream,
save for the purpose of sharing love and light,
as a beacon of hope in darkness of night.
Finding love everywhere I look,
I use it to create this book,
Exploring avenues I took,
To understand what shook the core,
A storehouse of information,
From incarnations before,
Remain waiting til you find the door,
Love is the key to seeing more,
Who you were and what you came for,
Forward progress gains momentum,
As moments swing on a pendulum,
Seeing the space between them,
Stemming into eternity,
Love loading new possibilities,
Realities to be discovered,
New abilities are uncovered,
Smothered in the affection,
Feeling the whole connection,
I am One part of a section,
A collection of entities,
Love is our natural way to be,
You're creating everything you see,
Based on a perception of energy,
A mentality keeping me free,
Im tweaking my personality,
Thinking healthy brings me up,
Drinking from my own cup,
Love makes me wealthy,
If I never give up.
tweaking endings requires replaying dreams
but what is the cause of such addiction
wherein we enter trance in our thought streams
state of deep hypnosis our affliction
until ego dies by crucifixion
we may at any time set our soul free
unshackling consciousness from our mind tree
I met them once — in Silence —
They whispered — all at once —
A Choir — of Temptations —
With Souls — in Abundance —
Pride — wore a Crown of Nothing —
And I gazed — upon the Air —
I thought — he owned the Heaven —
That never noticed — there —
Envy — leaned on Lilies —
And counted — greener Blades —
His Eyes — were two small Thieves —
That robbed the Light — he made —
Wrath — was but a Furnace —
Fed — by his own Breath —
He thought — he burned the Others —
But only warmed — his Death —
Sloth — reclined in Petals —
And dreamed — he’d crossed the Mile —
But still — his Foot lay waiting —
Upon the starting — Style —
Greed — built a golden Prison —
And locked himself — inside —
The Key — was made of Hunger —
That would never be denied —
Gluttony — kissed the Chalice —
Till even Taste — grew numb —
His Feast — became his Coffin —
His Mouth — his Kingdom — come —
And Lust — in Scarlet Garden —
Unclothed — the Soul — of Skin —
he promised Love’s Forever —
But left — the Grave — within —
I left them — by the Twilight —
Their Shadows — in the Grain —
And whispered — “We are kindred —
In Virtue — and in Pain.” —
I must maintain I much prefer poems
which do amuse yet elucidate
with alliteration plus a fun pun
to enlighten and or educate
double meaning yes indeed
metaphorically speaking
a clever endeavour is all I need
for word-play tweaking
and no quibbling I refrain from reading
stream of consciousness scribbling
with neither rhyme nor reason
a smattering of words dribbling
altho' meaningless all the rage
scattering in wobbly lines
Pollock-like across the page
The last thing
you should ever want
is for a poet
to re-edit your verse
Better a robot
still better an ape
if your words to survive
— and disperse
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
All fulfilments of his nature attained, man is not merely a reflector of divine light but becomes actively united with Spirit. This state is Kaivalya, Oneness.
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Jesus said, ‘My Father and I are one’,
signalling that with ego vaporised,
aligned with God’s will, He shines like the sun,
substratum of existence realised.
Awareness held like a flicker-free flame,
heart tranquil, nonjudgmental eye single,
with enactment of God’s will, our sole aim,
we delight as bliss pheromones mingle.
Tweaking this lucid dream, as of God’s will,
there being no sense of separation,
love’s peace dove perches on heart’s window sill,
enlivening God’s cosmic vibration.
God’s energy is love and is expressed,
by childlike souls who are by His grace blessed.
A jaunt into the mouth of feral woods
to grow the most intimate connection.
Eldritch whispers through the trees,
let’s scare the boys with our smile.
To grow the most intimate connection,
fall upon the sword of a diamond mess.
Let’s scare the boys with our smile,
cat-calling and out of control tweaking.
Fall upon the sword of a diamond mess,
crystals just sparkle brighter broken.
Cat-calling and out of control tweaking,
this will be an hour to remember.
Crystals just sparkle brighter broken,
imperfection magnifies the prism.
This will be an hour to remember,
buckle up and get ready to ride.
Imperfection magnifies the prism,
eldritch whispers through the trees.
Buckle up and get ready to ride,
a jaunt into the mouth of feral woods.
Angel's always answer,
Life's tiny dancer,
They hear all the banter.
Enhance your understanding,
We can be demanding,
Constantly planning,
Standing in our own way.
Whispers come through all day,
Through what others may say,
Or what you see play out,
Release your doubt,
And how you want it to turn out,
Angel's hear you shout,
It's time to learn more about how they speak,
Peeking your attention,
Tweaking your dimension,
Shifting with every word you mention,
They know your intention.
Always pushing you in the direction,
Of another life lesson,
As we dance to our expression,
Making our own impression,
Within this dimension.
Love ya Soulsters,
sometimes the answers are hiding,
behind what you don't like arising.
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential
It’s always what I say,
It boils down to what I sow.
get me off speaker
tweaking out my destiny, they trying to know.
Push the issue we ain’t cuff,
You got me pushing all this dope,
Popping out at the mouth,
My pockets chunky, tweaking hold your tone.
Crazy, feeling lazy,
Wish for me to crash out.
Busy bone switch after our freaking history,
Like we was back in school.
You needed someone to get over me
I did it on my own.
Cut me off, you think I’ll bleed it out?
I’ll turn you to a song.
There's no set list of motivational things I can name
because my inspirational impetus is never the same.
Often, I'm encouraged to pick up my pen and write
by celestial bodies glimmering upon me in the night.
What moves me to choose canvas and brush to paint
can be induced by flower, a child, there's no restraint
when it comes to what triggers my mind as inspirations.
It can be reading works of a Master Poet's compilations.
There are no bounds that hold back my impulses to act.
I'm easily prone to create from song lyrics. That's a fact.
I'm prodded to cook after coming across a good recipe,
maybe tweaking it with a bit of this or that to satisfy me.
I'm an artist at heart, finding inspiration in everything...
sunrise, butterflies, my senses honed by birds that sing.
I'm stirred by many touchstones that spur my imagination.
Remaining open-minded is a great source of stimulation.
I've been inspired by compliments and even disrespect.
They serve as catalysts, like an inspirational architect
that lead me to find new provocation; a spark to ignite
the fire of creativity within me to rise up and take flight.
Meddling Maude has a dangerous belief
that she knows better than others
she can raise your child and discipline it too
whatever you do, probably needs tweaking
and she is glad to be the tweaker
She does not see any benefit to keeping opinions to yourself
Maude shares her brilliant advice with people she encounters
strangers on the street are given tips and tidbits
About what they are doing wrong
And how they could do them more right
Maude rapidly makes snap pea decisions and judgements
Lavishly slathering these ideas and suggestions on
her family and co-workers
She used to help her “friends” out too
But most of them have shunned her
They do not respond to her texts.
This does not stop her from leaving her ingenius deas
as to how they can improve on their answering machines.
INDIFFERENCE
free verse
I’ve seen it all, and everything’s the same
Perhaps a slight tweaking here and there
But nothing rises up to affect me deeply
Maybe I don’t believe in those extremes
And willingly to just accept the mediocre
Hear me say under my breath, I care not
For me, I only welcome my indifference
rhyme
As for me, see me just shrug
I have no heartstrings to tug
Nor any grave that I have dug
And have no need of any hug
My program is easy to debug
You may think that I’m smug
Aware that I can pull the plug
As dodging bullets is my drug
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