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My Wall

My wall
The safe space that I hide
There, you don't exist
And I go on with my life

My wall is impenetrable
It can withstand a strong wind
Yet its permeable
It's where I decide who I let in

My wall has a purpose
Resolving my troubles and fears
I deflect  
It's a trick, I learned in my early years

My wall keeps people out
I feel protect from my foes
Unfortunately, I become a prisoner
Captive within the confines of a mind you don't know

My wall has consequences
Sometimes I feel locked inside
I suffocate in isolation
Relationships get fractured in my life

The wall that I built 
To provide shelter from my storm
Creates a temporary reprieve 
An illusionary deviation from the norm

For those who have built a wall
Life is never quite the same
You see, we get to hold all the cards
In a dysfunctional game that we play

My wall is strong
Impenetrable some may say
Just don't take it personal
It's a trust issue, that's made me this way

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Lemmings To a Cliff

Instincts stored from antiquity
Leather bound books; library in the mind
Beautiful tragic collections and revisions
The conundrum of neurology; conflict presides

Endowed with supreme cognition
Cursed, condemned by the residue of blind drives
Irreconcilable emotional juxtapositions
Humanities ironical demise

Profoundly ignorant, unabashed, and indifferent
Audacious opinions of uninformed certitudes
In the end, passions rule reason
The instinctual beast can’t be subdued

Like Lemmings to a cliff running blindly
Chasing those with no knowledge or esteem
If only one to be the wiser
Perhaps we awake from a really bad dream

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Losing the Ego

Losing the ego
Swallowing your pride
Embodying your philosophy
Metamorphosis - manifesting inside

The ego you carry
Around in your head
The illusion of importance
Sense of self; dead

The ego craves attention
Loquacious; trivialities all the time
Desiring affirmation
Pompous thoughts in his mind

Validation is necessary
Recognition a must
Exposing the façade
The ego gets crushed

Losing the ego
Curtain close for the show
The end of an image
Liberation - letting go

Now you’re in charge
You’re content being you
Pridefulness lowered
Character comes through

Humility in life
Being true to yourself
Conquering the ego
Mastering of oneself


“The ego is only an illusion, but a very influential one. Letting the ego-illusion becomes your identity that can prevent you from knowing your true self. Ego, the false idea of believing that you are what you have or what you do is a backwards way of assessing and living life”
-Wayne Dyer

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If She Doesn'T Kill Me - She'Ll Make Me Stronger

I woke up this morning
And lit yesterday’s cigarette
Finished off last night’s bottle
It sure helps with all the regrets

Half my life in prison
The rest spent in her prison cell
If it weren’t for the whiskey
My life would’ve been a living hell

I don’t know why I do it
I guess she’s all I’ve ever known
She’s got dinner waiting
At least I’m not stuck here all alone

But when the liquor finally hits her,
She gets mad and mean as hell
The devil wouldn’t want her
And I’m right back in that prison cell

This kind of Life is getting harder and harder

If she doesn’t kill me,
Lord - she’ll make me stronger

It’s another hard morning
It always is after the fight
I guess the good Lord knows what he’s doing
Jack helps me make it through the night

I guess we love each other?
Hell, we wake up and do it all again
Maybe it’s just convenient
Two drunks who’ve become friends

I don’t know why I do it
I guess she’s all I’ve ever known
She’s got dinner waiting
At least I’m not stuck here all alone

But when the liquor finally hits her,
She gets mad and mean as hell
The devil wouldn’t want her
And I’m right back in that prison cell

This kind of Life is getting harder and harder

If she doesn’t kill me,
Lord - she’ll make me stronger

[Bridge]

I’ve done crimes
And I’ve done my time
But this life’s a living hell

If the whiskey doesn’t kill me
Heaven knows - she sure will

When the liquor finally hits her,
She gets mad and mean as hell
The devil wouldn’t want her
And I’m right back in that prison cell

This kind of Life is getting harder and harder

If she doesn’t kill me,
Lord - she’ll make me stronger

If she doesn’t kill me,
Lord - she’ll make me stronger

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Monsters

We can try to hide it
Most will attempt to push the thoughts down
We’re not naturally virtuous creatures
It’s quite the contrary - we’re monsters deep down

From the savannas we arose
Fighting fiercely to survive
Selfish, instinctive, amoral, and impulsive
Ironically, that's why we’re alive

We were forged in the primordial fires
Evolved, an anxious woman, an aggressive man
For centuries we have deceive ourselves
By saying, it's all part of God's plan

We were thrust into a world
That's far different than our ancestors home
It's a new world of abundance
Where the instinctual beast is losing control

So, we sublimate our behavior
We profess a altruistic loving heart
All the while ignoring
The monster, lurking in the dark

If we can let go of the story
Acknowledge the suffering and pain
There a chance to rise above the instincts
That are causing the most pain

Acknowledge - to live is to suffer
Recognize - conscious awareness is the burden of humanity
Accept the drive within us
Cause that's the truth - and the truth is what sets us free



“We stopped checking for monsters under our bed when we realized they live within us” 
The Joker

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Christ Like

Christ Like

Christian?
Hmmm – let’s see
Professing virtue
Condescendingly

We start with a claim
We separate in to groups
Denominations – Thirty five hundred
How convenient – no need for any proof 

The Christ we say we follow
Embodies the word 
He lives out what he teaches
Actions are what need to be heard

We just say “We’re all sinners”
Sick - decrepit souls
We’ll never live up
To the greatest story that’s been told

Dissonance - suffering
Apathetic and broke
We’ll just point out others beliefs
Judge them and make jokes

Christian?
I prefer Follower of Christ
By following his word
It makes life feel so right

No judgment
No fear
No shame
No hidden agenda to trade my soul for fame

Perhaps we are sinners
Because of biological drives
Acceptance – awareness - beauty
Salvation – you come alive 

If you become what you say
Your actions will speak the truth
Be Christ like
Like the Bible says - You will know them by their fruits

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God Is Dead

God is Dead?

Hubris, man's nature
A God, self-proclaimed
Nietzsche opined he's dead 
Conceit, we laugh and say, no way

Self-professed with special attributes
Sympathy, love, reciprocity; how divine
Exalting our human virtue
So convenient; unfortunately, so blind

We sublimate our consciousness
Valiantly creating a magnificent reality
The audacity
Willfully blind; to only see what we believe

If we were to open up our eyes - our mind
Acquiesce to the grandness, the complexity of it all
Humble
Perhaps we thrive before we fall?

Hubris, mankind's nature
In his image, we reflect piously
Nietzsche opined he's dead - and we have killed him 
The narratives not about God - its about you and me

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I Propose

I propose love is not the answer
It’s not what brings us together in our lives
I believe it’s to the contrary
Perhaps that’s the flawed reasoning in our “why”

The majority of our life we suffer
We fervently strive to avoid all of life’s pain
Ironically
We suffer and suffer more just the same

So what if we embrace suffering?
What if we learned to observe the pain and let go
Perhaps awareness would occur - it’s all ephemeral
Amazing – it’s our thoughts that make it so

The truth – suffering is what brings us together
In our darkest days we find light
It’s where we flourish
It’s where we become stronger in spite

I propose love is not the answer
Love is an emotion that manifest from overcoming pain
It creates empathy – sympathy
It creates a stronger emotion that doesn’t wax or wane

I encourage you to embrace all of life
Cherish all that life brings to you
Suffering is inevitable – a necessity
The answer?

I propose gratitude

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Hedonic Treadmill

Insatiable thirst and hunger
A bottomless materialistic pit
Always something for nothing
Prop your feet up; you’re the shit

Narcissist lazy behavior
Spoiled childish attitude
Snowflakes; everybody’s a winner
Except for people like me and you

They want it all
Dedicated to useless social tasks
Judgmental of others 
Sluggish and fat

Passion for wealth
Absence of worth
Fickleness nature
Self-esteem at its worst

No goals intended
Overwhelmed and tired
False-self dominates
Tranquility expires

Choked by emotions
Drowning in desires
Wicked ambitions
Self-indulgence on fire

Lost in luxuries
Blinded by hope
Delusions of adequacy
Tempered by dope

Literary studies
Lost thing of the past
The perception of knowledge
Builds up real fast

Enthusiasm for fame
Appeal to pointless facts
We’re creating an illusionary world
We may never get back

Chasing a fictitious image
A nightmarish dream comes true
Delusions of adequacy
Creates a facade of virtue 

The traditional view
The path to acquire
Loaded with debt
Bankrupt with desire

Our culture is afflicted
Materialism grabs hold
Misguided expectations
Hedonic treadmill creates a black hole

History has tried to teach us
The pains had no effect
No lessons learned in life
The cards dealt shows a slow death

The comfort of emotions
The greediness starts to blend 
Before we become aware
Here we go again

Funny, how ironic
Human nature can be
Blind drives of biology
Now a destructive quality

New desires will take place
Old compulsions will disappear
Life will be driven
By the avoidance of new fears

A new set of beliefs
A new course in life
Is really what’s needed
For autonomy in our life

Acknowledge our predicament
Self-respect matters most
Virtue and honor
Is what I hope and propose

This generation
Can change what’s been done
We're in this together
We're in this as one

Selfless
Productive
Compassionate
Clarity of mind

Sin
Greed
And gluttony
Pass away all in due time

The past tells a story
Opportunity to understand; to know
Everything that has happened in life
Was necessary for our growth

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Poetry of a Mad Man

The poetry of a mad man
Emerging thoughts take a toll
There’s a fine line between madness
And a balanced mind that makes us whole

So am I crazy?
Is what I perceive real?
The only thing I really know
Is my perspective and how I feel

The images I see are abstract shadows
Being presented as truths
The herd - gulping down the Kool-Aid
Willingly obtuse

Our destiny – self-destruction
Perplexing for mankind
Ironic is our nature
Professing we’re so divine

I see weakness and corruption 
Consequences need not be
When you’re drinking what they’re selling
You sip it down like a warm cup of tea

As the water starts to boil
You see the steam begin to rise
It’s too late for adaptation
The damage is done – you chose to close your eyes

Fragile broken psyches
Shattered miserably from low self-esteem
We grasped at good intention
We can’t awake from this bad dream

We’ve pissed away our existence
Condemned – futile in our desires
We trivialize the beauty
Only to complicate our lives

As we crawl back into to the cave
We try our best to rationalize
The awareness of our disinterest
Manifesting from the fear of opening our eyes

These thoughts cause me great discomfort
I find it so hard to understand
How we arrogantly avoided issues
Inevitably – this will lead to the demise of modern man

The poetry of a mad man
Tragic story that unfolds
There’s a fine line between madness
And that which makes us whole