Inspired
I was once inspired
to be quite more than clever
I put in place safeguards within my mind
to keep me well within the lines
I put algorithms in place to keep me from becoming too egotistic and over the top
and algorithms to freeze my insecurities and stop their clock
I put in place functions
that would cause me to look through multiple perceptions
at once and to accept new ones as they come
and incorporate them into the whole of what I am
I put in place a special function, having it say
‘I will never know all there is’ and by that token
I push myself forth every day to learn new things
and in fact learn more than most can say
What I know of truth is that truth is everything
and to tell only a part of it remains a half-truth and a lie
and yet in just the telling of that, there is a permanent truth
For a broken clock is right twice a day and a working one changes to suit the time
There’s another
And if we are to assume that quantum mechanics are right, then everything exists at the same time it doesn’t
And our extremes we see as extremes; our paradoxes we see as paradoxes;
really aren’t what they appear and balance perfectly if we dare to bend them in upon each other
We might find there are more similarities in everything
than differences that divide our thoughts
and create our demons and our Gods
But, surely there is a God and he has already done the same as I have;
creating his own system of checks and balances that runs smoothly and without hiccup
and we are all a part of that and things will work out for the best
and people just have to trust that the universe; after all; knows what it is doing.
Whiner
I used to be quite the whiner
Always wanting to be sad and in despair
And I often wondered about this
how I could love feeling like crap
and I realized it was oner dem
thingamajigs, a learnt habit
spent so long in it that I nearly drowned in it
beating myself up, feeling sorry for myself
and all those around me I couldn’t help
but then, one day, a new voice came into my head
still my voice, but new, and I knew it wasn’t dead
It spoke strong and fierce and told me not to be a pussy
which, surprisingly, was what I needed, exactly
I often wonder if time is really linear
or whether our spirits can go anywhere
Not as we think, but connected through feeling
As sappy as that may be, it’s a strong possibility
Have I set the roots in place for the future tree I will be
To connect with this past version to guide and foster me?
Have I been doing that all along?
And I think perhaps that some people must hate themselves an awful lot
Like I used to before I learned, again, how to love.
The Savage Garden
the garden is no longer passive
it’s gone from savant to savage
a breeding ground for hateful messages
spread through words and action
from person to person
anger raging in every direction
Sorrow and pain reigning supreme
making nightmares out of fancy dreams
in the darkness someone screams
cries echo around, indescribable is the sound
of another person beat up and dragged down
by the suffocating swell of societal clowns
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Who are we; what have we become
so lost and confused amid the swell
of fallen angels and rising demons
deranged and trying to rise above
the twisted thoughts of
I don’t even know where to begin
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Is it hard to see the light?
so drowned out by the black of night
Is it hard to find hope and love?
Are you searching up above?
Look to the invisible
look to yourself, the undefinable
Part that seeks to lift you up
to give you air to breathe
before you suffocate and cease
to be what you want to be
and become another beast
in this sea of savage hate disease
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Who are we; what have we become
so lost and confused amid the swell
of fallen angels and rising demons
deranged and trying to rise above
the twisted thoughts of
Life; and death sweetly beckons
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What’s worth it and what isn’t?
so easy to see the bad emotions
you gotta look for the best
push through to the joy and discard the rest
cause happiness is your own design
you’re 110% responsible for your own mind
you can’t rely on anyone to pull you out
to pick you up and set you down
back on your feet on solid ground
That’s all you, and it’s up to you
to decide the motions that you suffer through
nobody can find the light of love inside of you
that’s something that only you can do.
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Who are we; what have we become
so lost and confused amid the swell
of fallen angels and rising demons
deranged and trying to find our way back
to simple times that have since been
lost to memory, and the only way out
isn’t back, but to continue on
And find ourselves along the way
Community
Many people have different ideas of what makes a community
Is it people who show up every day and extend their visit to stay?
Or is it made up of love, whatever that may mean, whether cold or warm or in between
Much could be said about some communities that try
to pander to the friends they have, even when those friends lie
or to feel sorry for the one who is in the wrong
for being so sorely out-classed by who is right
And for sure, a community must be beneficial for everyone
even if that means personal responsibility and self-sacrifice
To me, every community has been a home and a family
and while I haven’t turned my back on them out of heated moments
They have often turned their backs on me
and see me distorted through their misguided perceptions
Of what life should be
Perhaps, in time, people will see
and they’ll stop tearing down what grows wild and free
to put in place strict rules that few understand
and try to give human order; in error; to God’s superior plan
To me, community resides within the heart
It is the Kingdom of Love and of good things; of art
And is the Kingdom of Heaven; and why should that surprise
when Hell is also found within, behind the eyes.
It’s ok to be afraid, but do not let that fear define
instead, conquer, make your demons do your bidding; and you will be fine
Community; what is community? We have communities without community within them
And we have loners across the world who find community outside of community; what then?
What answer are YOU looking for?
What can define it well enough for YOUR heart
When it fails to trust its own art
God Is/I Am
Frankly, my dear
God was already here
He has never left
Though you feel his absence
What is he? Who is He?
Is He even a He, or is it a She?
Isn’t that the mystery?
Would you like God more if you knew
Or would you refuse to accept what was true?
For surely, God is Me and God is You.
He is the plant that grows
And the herbivore that mows
He is the wild bear and the Grasshopper
He is the pig bred for slaughter
And the man that eats with laughter
He is God, and he is the Devil
He has made us in his image of the immaterial
As he has made each thing that is entirely natural
And even made that which was unnatural
All living things embodying his spirit
Each one made for a specific purpose
Constructs that he inhabits like puppets
For his long stretch through eternity
And God is more than one, God is all
and then above God is God again
And all become one beneath Him.
And his natures, they take turns being in charge
seeing what each does while creating their art
Their art is His art and his Art is us
His Art and Their Art is all of creation
It is evolution and religion
Science and Math
Philosophy and Reason
And brutal bloodbaths
It is whatever it needs to be
At any given time it needs to be
And is made to move on
But, your God is quite insane
And why should that dismay?
For Madness surely coincides with Genius
And all things were made in his image
And, those who get to know his better side
While accepting his worse side
are surely the answer to ‘why’
For through his great will
He has already shown us the way
How to conquer our demons
and make them serve our purpose
Are we the imaginers or the imagination?
why can’t we be both?
Insanity isn’t permanent
it doesn’t have to be our detriment
every great man in history has had an impediment
And rose to overcome it
Through accepting these basic facts of life
to always feel pain, but to accept
to embrace it and move on in time
So that you may spend as many days as you can
Being happy and enjoying the little moments
Enjoying just living and appreciating what you have
Because, just like God, we can’t always get what we want
But if we try, we find that we get what we need
He has trapped his lesser nature in so many layers of the fabric of everything
Getting it to see the beauty and greatness of the creation they had made
And to which do you call the greater at that point?
He who has such power and uses it wisely
Or he who has power and uses it brashly?
Multiple Personality Disorder at its finest
But it’s no different than what’s inside us
And if God could do it, so could we
We could take hold of our own darker side
And make it see the light
See what we could do together when we do it right
and that is why all of humanity is a divide
To teach us first to overcome
then to bring together
then to learn from everyone
and remove the faults from our culture
For each division is a division and remains a half-truth
and thus a lie; to which men give their lives and they die
While those in power continue to try and find they lie
Too much responsibility for any group of men of any size
save the might combined together of all mankind
if each man seized control of his self
and dug beneath the surface of his own mind
To wit, not just men, for to exclude women is a crime
then we would all be free
no one would lack for anything
too many people chasing life and love
and all their dreams, hoping to fly the skies above
chasing cheshire cats they can’t ever hope to catch
for life is like trying to catch smoke upon the wind
and God is ever just as elusive
Just follow the path where it goes
and worry not about catching smoke
Because that is the past time of a fool
Do not let that fool be you
You can’t force things to happen
you just have to let them happen
but some times you can do something and you should do it
because you’re not just watching this story; you’re a part of it
Something? Or Nothing?
I think it’s time I try
to put pen to another rhyme
what will I write?
What comes to my mind?
Would it surprise you that this comes easily for me?
To sit and come up with something purely from memory?
for memory is surely what this is
bringing words forth from the fountain of ‘Is’
that rests deep within
to wit, it is our Id
What rests beneath the surface
of who we are, what’s this
is this our subconscious?
Is this God? It is like a constant stream
of thoughts, waterfalling down; cascading
rushing over me and then drifting back
to run below the surface of my daily act
It speaks to me and for me, when I allow it
and solves my problems that I dare to acknowledge
and then let go of to push them into such a position
where they are solved between the moon and the sun
Do you wonder what it’d be like, if all people could
I dunno, just do the same; let go of all the pain
Focus more on their love and how best to pull it out
to let go of all of their worries and their doubt
Trust in themselves and this sacred fount
that rests beneath the surface of our thoughts
and wondering is anything but for naught.
Will my imagination astound you?
Surprise and awe you?
Or will you be like the jealous multitude
and hate me for my virtues?
I still love you.
God still loves you.
I guess what I was going to write about this time
was nothing short of poetic rhyme; of intricate life
and you are once again the witness, of that be sure.
Do not be jealous, but let it inspire you to create YOUR art.
Do not be that which you aren’t
Find your passions, your talents
don’t trade them for material objects
but give freely to each person
that will hear or listen
Do not admire; at least not more than you would
admire yourself; for definitely you should
but not too much lest ego weight your head
and drag you down unto your own caused death.
remember that no death of the spirit is final
Unlike physical death, you can undo the spiral
and learn to live again; to breathe again
it’s not a sin, do not trust in others to forgive
but trust your self and know that you are it;
The one whose forgiveness you must begin with
Do not be afraid of your fears and demons
Conquer them; embrace them; make them serve your purpose
Endure Hell to find Heaven and in the end it will be worth it