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Wake Up Call

What's happening is we're waking up
A sight I'm pleased to see.
From this former delusion of separateness
that is walked in sleepily.
Down come the icons that profited from division
Suddenly open, away go the walls.
The childish thing has been losing it's power
for more and more the higher plane calls.

 

War Cry

If you're concerned with being a loser
then you can go ahead and pin it on me.
I would gladly bear, as many others this title
to avoid needless suffering and tragedy.

If you're afraid that "they're" going to get you.
Allowing fear to dictate your decision.
Better to be gotten and get it over
than to live in a cowering condition.

Can't you see that to lose is to win?
Take the low seat of rest and walk humble.
Wiser than looking at fear o'er your shoulder
for lack of foresight will cause you to stumble.

 

Good Morning, Rise and Shine

All nations and kindred's and tongues
been playing their roles for so long.
Based in many thoughts and conclusions
now they'll be singing a brand new song.

The splits, the crazing, the dividing lines
will be eradicated, brought low, and healed.
For the awareness of who we really are
is pouring forth when before it was sealed.



To the Haters

To you who are hating
It's yourself you are grating.
and they'll be no abating
til the offense starts a fading.

If you point crying enmity
t'will rob you of tranquility
drain out all virility
prevents a soul from being free.

Leave it alone lay it aside
What's it to you where others abide
Many things you despise are ways that you've tried
You'll live again, when you see the hates died.

 

Me, Myself, and I

Myself is dragging myself
somewhere that I don't want to go.
How can I leave the other aspects of me
that I've come to know so well.
To another place with other me's
whose ways I'm not accustom.
Oh this is ridiculous, to resist
for wherever I go and whomever I meet
 it's just me.

 

Trouble Vision

Everything will be O.K.
Troubles like a puff of smoke.
may blot your view or sting the eyes.
but like waking up you realize
that trouble is just a dream.

I've had problems and pissed and moaned
screamed and wept and died.
Hated, resented, got totally demented
now on a bit of the backside assented
that the afflictions help me to release.

 

Conditioned Response Life

The learned behavior is such a hoot.
We take the mirror and rub with soot.
Then engage in some way artificially
think the masks, the games are not plain to see.
When to be what is real is beyond comprehension
the dulled down spirit, makes due with some makeshift invention.

 

Eyes on You

You're never alone, they're all around
Some watching, others just passing thru
To think you're in private is quite ludicrous
why there's a crowd around when you take a piss.

Now, I'm not saying this to unnerve you
and create a more paranoid state
nor to cause you anxiety and fainting
I just needed some verse for this painting.
 

Protagonist Antagonist Craptacular

To make standard drama is deemed necessary
that you find an antagonist, some adversary.
Then there is a big fight to be winning
one is the hero, one must be sinning.
But it seems the end comes to this charade
when we see were all one and have a parade.



Ass Kicking

I've kicked my own ass til it went numb
Then turned to let others kick it for me.
When asked why you do this thing that you do
I got quiet, then said, wasn't it necessary?

 

World Spell

The vibe of the world labors to push it's way in
To get one caught up with same game.
Always casting the spell, does it quite well
to keep souls blind, deaf, imprisoned, and lame.

 

Guard Dog

My dog's a little soldier
The guardian of the house
When hearing noise, he's ready
Tho not much bigger than a mouse.
 

Balloon Pop

He popped my balloon at first I did cry.
It seemed quite mean so I asked him, Why?
Came the response, Twas your source of trouble.
Your string was a tether to a discarded air bubble.

 

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