My Poems
Mishka (March, 2025)
Silence is a form of poetry
Written in the soul
Like a revolver to the chest.
Lightly, always lightly my dear
The feather knows best.
My love for people
Resembles my love for life
Freely given trust comes first
Exercise patience
Before you quench your thirst.
Drifting away like a leaf in air
Letting words take me away
From the hurt and despair.
How often am I seen as another
Who just doesn’t care?
I wish I could make things fair,
But instead I retreat,
Write so I don’t fight.
Everything is weird to think about
But nothings weird until you think about it.
The Burden of Living (March, 2025)
Life is every bit as devious as death…
certain but indefinite.
Unlike adults
Children want to be happy.
But this our generation
Stressed and anxious
The sea so basic
We get a good thing
And don’t know how to take it.
Do you follow the they
Or desire to ride the sleigh?
Things evolve
Words mutate
Wouldn’t it be nice
To believe in fate
Ease my gait
Look after my mate
Flow between states
Laugh at heaven’s gate.
Will we be too late?
Nina (March, 2025)
A serious soul
In search of serious ideas
To be serious about.
Life will find you in time
Trust the rhyme
Nullity is the base of your kind
Choose wisely
Life can bring much pain
When it limits us to one lane.
Life itself appears
As a means to life.
When will we take up new identities?
More identities!
Open up new worlds
Take the means for the ends
Follow the branch as it bends!
For where is true wealth?
Has everything been reduced to quantity?
Is Quality found in how much you have?
Owning more things
Does not translate
Into richer human experiences.
Drop your defenses
Draw on empty canvases.
“I am Walking” (March, 2025)
Let your mind wander,
Explore or exploit?
tune out
zone out
Resist the Temptation to shout.
Rubik cube:
All our thoughts in the wrong order.
Production rivals the mystery
Remain in the awareness
Don’t control the contents.
Aren’t the dialectics beautiful?
Who’s willing to push ahead
Create through destruction
Remembering the source of induction.
Watching Myself (March, 2025)
Tricky metaphors
I explore more
To expose the core.
Narcissism comes through the backdoor
My desires rebounds off the floor
Strikingly, I lose sight of her
A floating signifier
The image of a man
Who desires her
Is who I admire.
End the mystery!
But I chase it
Please stay opaque
I love the fake
Chasing the symbolic resolution
Of my own incompleteness.
Illusion has eaten reality
I no longer believe
I play.
iLL education (March, 2025)
The grumblers question
They do not yet denounce
In due time they will pounce
So long as they Point out the Bounce!
“Choli ke peeche kya hai?”…
Question and liberate
Those who justify and dictate
Freedom is for us Heathens
Check it out, breathe some.
A Telling silence
Dispense with my fence
Don’t be so dense
Reconnect with your elation
Find your station
Does an orchestra need a bassoon?
Do you trivialize harmony?
Find your shine
Always be wary of Mr. Get in Line
Kachru and McClintok (March, 2025)
Knowledge is a prison.
Old frameworks trap
Direct experience lying beyond the map.
Hell is other people.
They revel in mud
Like they run steeple.
Yes there’s an innocence
Yes there’s a cute sense
Yes there’s a beautiful presence.
Their refusal to swim
Their drive to win
Their confusing treatment of kin…
It’s exhausting to engage.
But to do otherwise is to remain caged.
Will I retreat?
Hunker down, stop eating meat?
They know not what they do
The truest fallacy
Is that man cannot change how he sees
Grown Children (March, 2025)
The simulation of order
Relies on borders.
Shaky scaffolding over an abyss.
Do you see how childish you look?
You squeal like an infant.
I know you’re just playing.
It’s fun, I guess.
But you’ve played so long
You think you’re solid.
You are vapors!
Leave the games to the Lakers!
Life is easier when you just tell the truth.
Chaos abounds.
No matter what.
Stop resisting.
Give in
Lean in
Explore what’s within.
The Storyteller on the Mount (March, 2025)
The desperate performance,
Power in a powerless world,
Posturing as destruction unfurls.
The game is rigged
To assert control
Some burn the board.
The only dignity left
Is stylizing our own doom.
Get more words in your head
It will open more worlds.
Let’s return to our roots.
The oral tradition
Conveys our mission.
Movie Goer (March, 2025)
You must tell them the truth
You must tell them why.
You’re looking for healing
But find yourself confused
Feeling love
Convincing yourself you’ve been used.
Drop the egocentric view
Life gives way to the cool.
Aesthetic experience bubbles
When the wind carries it through.
Will you play one character,
The fool?
Or wear many masks
Testing how they fit
Realizing at each moment we quit
Reborn continuously
By the Fire that stays lit.
The Anthropologist and Entomologist (March, 2025)
Somebody’s here to tell the tale
But is he the one you’d like him to be?
It’s in your mind, if you fail.
Try to let go, do you like what you see?
Words express thoughts
Thoughts determine actions.
You seem trapped but lost
Have you been attending to the factions?
“Do you know where I can find a blanket?”
Do you call me a bug or a man?
Mr. “Progressive”, you sound RepubliCan!
If you don’t treat men as men
They don’t behave as men.
Your entomological approach
May shield you from reproach
But only for a short time.
Frighten and overawe into submission
But alas, this will not result in manumission.
Bugs will scuttle and crawl into cover
But when you’re not looking
Devour you and your mother!
The cycle repeats, such is history.
The anthropological inverts
First contact can be perverse
But the curse will always reverse
When we become men amongst men.
In the long run? What about the short run?
You have to take a risk!
We would be amiss to let this moment slip.
You can do everything with bayonets
Except sit on them.
A Breakthrough, A Surrender, A Reckoning (March, 2025)
A complete expression
Leading to complete knowledge
of the complete truth.
The prerequisite
For any serious attempt
At the construction
Of a genuinely human being.
I have a home
And I take it everywhere I go.
The fatal blow!
Coup de Grace!
A good body will take you far
A good mind will let you soar
Connect the two and roar.
A.I. (March, 2025)
One chooses the worse
Just because it is the worse
Knowing it quite well
Refusing to understand.
Ah
To love
And be lovely…
If only there was a shortcut
A way to dig into a new hut.
Alas, Aldous, we know the answer.
Must we be reduced
To spectators of the cancer?
Or will we step back
Step over Lue
Fly like The Answer
Trading Capitalists for Party Bureaucrats (March, 2025)
Let’s swap!
Common Humanity A
For Common Humanity B…
If that’s all revolution can do…
The game isn’t worth the candle!
Besides, is it worth the risk to gamble?
Swine will be swine.
But, may become human.
Analyze the systems till your nauseous.
You can run the faucets
There’s no limit to what you may find.
But please pay mind!
Unless we admit our nature,
A leaf! A damn leaf.
We will always be swine.
Historical Tragedy (March, 2025)
Knowledge cuts little ice.
Don’t we know?
Yet we fail to do.
No surprise.
Gumption, my son!
Guts: that was what she’d got.
The tide of emotion
Reveals such a beautiful potion.
Intoxicating but liberating.
With fascination
And imagination
I consider my station.
So little time, yet
Each day drags on.
Will I capitalize?
Will I get lost in the sublime?
How does one enter
And keep one’s center?
Hahh…
You can’t escape the past, old sport.
Straighten Up! Brave the Cold (March, 2025)
why should we chase achievement
when life only asks for be-ment?
I want to be completely
And to know
But to know one must do
So I accept the conditions
Single-mindedly
But I refuse to chase the saintly.
the cock of the dunghill
Has gone nose blind.
I’d rather watch from the cliffs
And swim in the valleys
And hopefully remember
To appreciate the wind
Even in the winter.
Scattered (March 2025)
Revolution makes you live
Love asks you to give.
We fell in love with the poison
The lies of tomorrow
A fatal attraction.
Have you ever noticed
The more clocks we have
The less time?
Thinking has always been a crime.
It’s the jammmmm
Real BADMON.
Think twice
Make your head scratch like lice.
Almond butter (March, 2025)
Be as radical
As reality itself.
Dig to infinity
There’s always more to find
Lest you ever get caught in a bind.
Consider your state of mind
Attune to the homeodynamic kind
We have one body
To regulate over time
So maybe ease up
Drink less Coronas with lime
Congratulations (March, 2025)
You’ve beat them
At their own game.
You’ve lost
And you look lame.
Are you happy
With your fleeting fame?
Did you scratch the itch
You struggle to tame?
Joking about Dead Children (March, 2025)
Tell the children the truth.
Add a little sugar
But be more than just a looker.
You are not so distant.
No man is an island.
Jesus was just a man
And yet he was able
To be who he was.
Uncle Sid,
My butterfly teacher,
Give me strength
As I navigate the lengths
Of my frustration
With those who joke
About the destruction
Of living creation.
Heels have eyes (March, 2025)
Open their eyes
Open their eyes
So they may awaken
To the beautiful and wise.
He who cries
Understands the truest lies.
Do we read the classics?
Or do the classics read us?
Hold both and remain fluent
In the language of soon mist.
All successful movements
Are made of
Rowing eights
Or
Football elevens
Who organize alternatives
Causing chaos like Copernicus.
Love, Love, Love (February, 2025)
See how it Be.
What does it mean to love
When you are practicing to free?
I take the anthropological approach
To feeling persistent affectionate interest.
See how you engage
With possibility and opportunity
See how you glide
When processing the slide.
How do you find yourself?
Do you look
Or wait until you’re shook?
The mind is its own place
She carried her hell
About with her
But hid it beneath mink fur.
A good attempt
But nevertheless fake.
The flesh is never wholly opaque
The soul shows through
The walls of its receptacle.
Look closely
Don’t be so skeptical.
We’re alive
Just for a while
Soon we’ll die
And that will be great
So let’s love
Love everything in the way
Today.
…
I see the better path
I approve it
But I follow
The worse one.
Pete Rock Needs a New Crown (February, 2025)
This thing we call life
It’s a grown man sport
You call it protecting your peace
It looks like a fort
But I see you
Groveling at the feet of greed
Obsessed with Me
I call you mort!
You see wrong
You say let’s go to court
It’s obvious you don’t see the sort
Of predicament we are in.
Playing by the rules
They take us for fools
And all you can say
Is why don’t we invest in the schools.
We have a long way to go.
055 (February, 2025)
Be grateful for these experiences
Man, I’m telling you!
Praise Hux Praise Beck
Praise bof!
See the same river
With new water
That’s hope
Hear the same song
With new understanding
That’s hope
Feel the same love
With new gratitude
That’s hope
Life requires more than your cope
Be open to possibility
It’s dope.
Ini and Napoleon (February, 2025)
Sin bravely, Lyrical gangster.
Slay yourself
Find the center of your own existence
Be with all the world.
Everyone is a hero at birth
But who will become a leader?
Who will be seen as the clown?
Narrow is the way which leads to life.
Are you simply the one
Out in front of the wave?
Reflect on what you crave.
Our life evokes our character.
We learn more as we go
So take it slow
But don’t stop
See as you be.
Shakespeare Playing Tennis (February, 2025)
I am alone with my soul
Not isolated
But directly confronted with my Being.
I flee in the face of myself
Engage fully with the world
To avoid the possibility of my authenticity.
Who can sit with the shakes?
Who can remain resolute
Amidst the mystery of the absolute?
Am I home
Or not-at-home?
Fear hides my true worry
Am I Bill or Andy Murray?
Who is to say?
Is this a play or play?
Is the game infinite
Or nonexistent?
These are all angles.
Important perspectives
Giving purchase on the One.
Just be careful.
Don’t take the words too seriously.
Arrogance (February, 2025)
Sometimes you do too much
…
just a hunch.
What do I know?
I’m under no obligation
To be who I was five minutes ago.
Now they see you as a foe
Ok, so?
It doesn’t matter
Humble yourself or be humbled
Habitually
You deserve to be low
That’s where water flows
Whether it’s poured or it falls
The static is fictional
And life still calls.
A House of Cards (February, 2025)
A tree is recognized by its fruits
A theory is judged by the practice
To which it gives rise.
You can’t run away
From yourself.
Their education
Is meant to make us fools.
It’s time we use our own tools.
Jesus rode in on a mule
See, money ain’t cool.
Style is what takes us miles.
I’d sure love to take a look at your files!
Call a Taxi (February, 2025)
I’m not egotistical
I’m just showing my po-tential
Doing what I do best
Exterminating the plagues
And riding the waves
Bringing light to the caves
While insisting I’m not one who saves
Listening to Third World and Burning Spear
Who ensure I remember the slaves.
I’m egotistical
I do it for me
I cannot bear to witness
The suffering of we
I feel compelled to assert my me
In a world that pretends it can’t hear
I hope I will make us feel
By exposing Achilles heel
Which shows power isn’t real.
Relation constitutes all of creation.
Moby Dick (February, 2025)
It isn’t much fun
To have to pinch every penny
Until it screams.
It’s nice to have
A little breathing room.
Standing on the whale
I gaze out
I witness the little troubles
I turn inward
Find I am the source
I confront the internal power struggle.
Is the beauty in the bird’s song intentional?
Until the cord be broken
The bird cannot fly.
Feeling good’s the only thing I know
Everything was beautiful
And nothing hurt.
The Shinto Priest (February, 2025)
Preachers err.
People cannot be talked into belief.
Reveal the radiance
Of your own discovery.
Maybe you will find company.
The truth is one.
The sages call it by many names.
When you preach,
You limit your reach.
When you are open,
You discover you teach.
Recognize your shadow, your leech.
You are small, but you are infinite.
You are me, I am we.
In due time, we will welcome
A mighty multicultural future.
With no ideology
And no theology,
We dance
To the music of the spheres.
I Read the News Today, oh boy (Februrary, 2025)
Can we grasp the world?
One sure path
Follows the written word
Running along the printed page.
Yes, I’m referring to the sage
Who looks plain and holds jade.
Yes, I’m speaking of the bird
Who says Attention
Here and Now, Boys.
Words are toys
Life is play
But the game is infinite
Will we heed it
Or continue to bleed it?
Green Eyes (February, 2025)
Only he who already understands can listen.
Where’d all the good people go?
We got heaps and heaps
Of what we sow.
So it goes.
The most gorgeous
The most gifted
Prolific
But mythic and cryptic.
The most complex cosmologies
Have recessive genes
That under the right conditions
Emerge for us fiends.
Never Could Be Any Other Way (February, 2025)
It will come around later.
No use dwelling now.
Just trust in the cycle.
Follow your teachers.
They are prophets
See their omens.
Listen to everyone and everything.
It will come around later.
Or it won’t.
I’ll only know if it does.
And when I assume an identity
And step into a world
I’ll be equipped with their scripture.
That’s what makes me me.
Can you feel the buzz?
Hear the hum?
This music is sweeter than wine
It can make you.
Feel a little better now.
National Gallery (February, 2025)
Heavy places
Heavy thoughts
Heavy face
Heavy heart
Heavy history
Heavy clocks
Heavy dreams
Heavy gaze
Heavy journey
Entertainment for you
Martyrdom for me
A slippery essence.
Waiting for Godot (February, 2025)
Exhaustion is keeping me awake.
I understand now
Where I’ve been
But this knowledge cannot free me
I just see more clearly.
The clearer I see
The less I feel seen.
Helpless.
Infantile.
Mile after mile,
There is no finish line.
Criticize, complain, remain.
Should everything work out?
Why?
It’s rigged.
It’s already been done.
The people may respond
But they aren’t ready from freedom.
I don’t think I am either.
Someone save me.
From what? I don’t know.
All I have is questions.
I wish I could practice what I preach
But to do so I need to stop preaching.
It feels like giving up
Resigning to a role that feels too narrow.
But what can I do?
I’m just a little ape
Wrestling with the waves.
I’m not so different from Jacob.
Running in Circles (February, 2025)
You don’t got to die
To hear what heaven sounds like.
I’ve been a few times
But I stay tethered to reality
And fall back against my will.
Who’s out there for me?
Said it was 96 degrees
Ten thousands soldiers.
History is weighing me down
I can’t think straight
I feel the weight
Of my true condition.
Looking for a love
That’s right for me
Don’t know how long
It’s going to be.
The Drift of Genes (February, 2025)
Is there a human?
A humanity?
My cousin adorns one wrist
Paradox dances on the other
I say keep out!
But stay open to clear like Mother.
Duck or Rabbit?
Both!
I will allow it!
Sir, yes sir! (February, 2025)
March of the Penguins
An odd Fin is a weapon.
“You’re not a loner
You’re an Outsider”
That was then
This is Now.
You don’t think I know that?
I just don’t want to play
The they more than they’s day.
Did you cry
When you betrayed your brother?
Did all look gray?
Attune to the Great Mother
Become the Valley of the World.
The important thing
Is to see clearly
To do so we must liberate man
From all that prevents his seeing.
Consider the difference between fleeing
And engaged withdrawal.
Stare at the gap between being
And succumbing to das Man’s fall.
We Will (February, 2025)
The sky is opening
We are entering
The world is falling
We are rising
It’s simple as that.
Who can fight off the mat?
Escape the refs
And follow the breaths?
In stillness life arose
In the rapids we find our abode.
Whose World is This? (February, 2025)
In every man’s chest
There beats a heart.
Do you regard yourself
As you fill the fictional cart?
How do you see yourself
Are you satisfied?
Heathen Heathen
Be them
Free them
Renounce “Heaven”
Witness your empty hands.
Very Very Rare (February, 2025)
Weak messages create bad situations
Weak people create nations
Weak egos create phony inflations
Weak vibes create cheap elations
Weak lies create shaky foundations
Weak dreams create prolonged frustrations
Weak leaders create unreliable narrations
Weak music is created for ovations
The Particular Requires the General (February, 2025)
Tunes or pebbles?
The Ads are not skipping
Like rocks on the sound.
Unfortunately, they are me.
It’s one awareness in which they are found.
I’m the Ad man!
Not so rad anymore, huh-man.
Themes flow
Fast and slow
High and low.
There is no shifting or switching,
Only blending and mending.
Like the canyon
I am split in two
But always connected
Deeply all the way through.
Worldhood (February, 2025)
Can an injury really be measured
By a monetary system chasing treasure
Derived from an order that denies leisure?
There are many different worlds
Sitting around the tables.
Time obliterates the labels,
Which are only useful in fables,
That comfort adults still in cradles
Who fear the form that fills ladles.
Hurl yourself into the abyss,
Discover its a bed of flowers,
I promise, you will feel foolish
For believing in your past cowers.
The Third World Man from The Land of Iration (February, 2025)
Learn to live for the we
Metabolize fear
Cut out sugar
It’s too dear!
Servants have become masters,
Have they lost sight
Of what they are after?
Elvis shot JFK.
Wake up from your sleep and slumbers
It’s time to yay
Rise up in numbers
Bring equality and justice and one iration
As we leave behind the tribal war
Afflicting our nation!
Autotelic Flow (January, 2025)
The road to Hell
Is paved with good intentions.
The Beautiful idea
Is worthy of the mentions.
I am the cleverness in the gambler’s dice.
The I operates with fear
But the not-I knows
Perfection is attained
When joy is found when the work flows.
Everything is dual.
Flow is a liberator and constraint,
The super-ego eliminates negotiation,
Remember, you didn’t choose the nation.
Peace FlyGod (January, 2025)
Great Minds can recognize Great Things.
It’s from ideas that action springs.
The nonsensical would get more nonsensical
It’s all about balance
Which doesn’t mean neutral.
As the pendulum swings
We yearn for wings
And this will continue to sting
Until we take up the task and sing
Joyful of the transparency in our own being.
Remember, death will pass you by!
We are a typical mythical
We perform miracles whimsical
Listen closely to our lyrical
In due time we will be delivered
By the Zion vehicle!
Living Illusions (January, 2025)
Have you mistaken your dreams
For scientific certainties?
Your private language of meaning is beautiful
When you are who you are.
A state of becoming,
A life of overcoming.
The source of creativity
Is the tension
Between confidence and utter humility.
Dreaming lucidly
But not acting stupidly.
One dimensional thinkers
Forget we live in a three dimensional world.
Standards cannot be personified,
Why pursue ideals
That recede before you!
The new is only found in the clue!
Vanity Abounds (January, 2025)
Vapors, vapors
Everything is vapors.
Tryna keep my head up
And stay strong
But I’m scouring while bossman fills his cup
Aiming to keep the money long.
The lover of money
Will not be satisfied with money.
Education system…
We only learn from change.
The medium is the message,
Change on tv
Is for the me.
Not-I can see
The roots of the tree
Only when we drop the fight
And learn to flee.
Money in the Temple (January, 2025)
How can you slide with precision
When you ain’t got no vision?
The pantheism of money
Determines all our reality
Thus we shout the end of history
While we clamor for scraps
Imagining a life without misery.
You serve God and Mammon?
Just like the rest of the salmon.
Ah, the contradictions in your fictions.
Money is the most common idol
God is the second.
Get some glasses,
Perhaps you will see the masses
Congregate out of fear.
Appreciate the collective effort
And allow yourself to cheer.
Everyone is just trying to survive,
When they get a taste
They will understand what it takes to thrive.
Paradoxical (January, 2025)
I’m godly
I’m godly
It was either me or him
Allah, I’m sorryyyy.
It was and it wasn’t.
Look to the far east
Can’t you recognize your twin?
Won’t you move past the notion of kin?
Yes, you must jump in to swim
Even without the fin.
Gotta stay dangerous
Because the politikkkers
Are taking aim at us.
The hordes multiplied,
Is it a mystery as to why?
Or are we afraid to admit
Mutual aid allowed us to fly?
Danger Bird (January, 2025)
Im dangerous because Im creative.
Notice how I didn’t say productive?
I produce
But for use.
Commodified exchange subverts change.
Straighten up soldier!
I know you crave the power,
You lie in wait,
You feel pleasure when you cower!
What would it mean to create
Instead of borrowing values
Handed down by an impersonal inertia
That subjects ya to curse ya?
The Minority and The Mass (January, 2025)
Know your role.
As the invisible pilots
We navigate the stormy masses.
Remember, the turtle wasn’t the fastest.
Each new advance appears as sacrilege,
Wicked to those whose privilege
Derives from the sanctification of customary conditions.
Do you fear rebellious missions?
Where there is authority
There is no freedom.
It’s time to live some!
Be wary of the mountain guide
Who leads you over a precipice.
Instead, to overcome our nemesis
Trust in the pride,
Float along and keep your head up,
Just glide, don’t hide.
Mr. Lake (January, 2025)
The dollar’s shadow is active
A false boundary that distorts and contorts
By commodifying even the most sacred processes.
Perhaps we are losing our sight
The sacred always starts the fight.
“Private” property was never invented.
We have made the same mistake
Ever since we stumbled upon
The mystery of the lake.
How full!
How empty!
Struggling against constraints
We didn’t choose
But must contend with
We must unwarp
Or succumb to life’s force.
Swimming (January, 2025)
I’m trying to decide
Which way to go
Before life passes me by.
Freedom is the precondition
For acquiring the maturity for freedom.
I set myself loose
Following Steel Pulse
Ignoring the hunt for the wild goose.
It’s a funny thing,
Remaking the world
Without trying to dominate like Ming.
The people will be free
Or will not be.
Freud’s Prisoner At The Bastille (January, 2025)
We have been conquered.
As the garrison keeps watch
We are monitored
By our own confabulated morals
Which emerged out of fear
Of risking revelation and losing love.
In our infantile condition
We seek to play
From the Father’s position
And thus we act as if with premonition
Of the transgressions we take
In attempt to preserve our individuation
Will be punished to the tune
Of the inverted aggression
We built up against the authority figure
As vengeance
For its repression of our desires that linger.
Must we really desire a slave
And become our own object of oppression?
Instead of internalizing the urge
Why don’t we dance to its funeral dirge?
Externalize Thanatos by directing it at life’s chaos
Without seeking to destroy the unpredictable
And instead make aggression creative
By exercising the pleasure principle
With negative capability.
A Thousand Words (January, 2025)
The family of man
Reveals the course
When Life defies the plan.
The highs and lows
Feel like uppercut blows
But as swings abound
I rebound
Like Ali on the ropes
I maintain my hopes
By checking in with my folks.
Coco (January, 2025)
Look what you made me do
Me!
I’m sorry for the wait
I’m sorry for the wait.
Your patience will be rewarded
With the opening of the gates.
At once all will be ours
But if we rush
The result is inevitable
The Big Crunch!
Master urgency
Bounce out,
Find some open space.
The elbow is your friend
The truth always shines through.
I called game!
The 12th Man (January, 2025)
I know you wondering why
I had to choose you.
Feel like Job
Burdened with a challenge
Not even the strongest can overcome.
And yet your role will be monumental,
Even if only to some.
Endure with grace
And when the moment is right,
Rebuke to His Face!
But how will He hear you?
Ah have you confused
The you for the not-you?
Together, the decibels will move
All who choose to groove.
Culture Wars (January, 2025)
The competitive consumer
Yearns for cooperative production
And yet the commotion
Directs his attention
Towards the emotion
The pain-body craves
And thus he digs his own grave
Able to participate only
In the fictional games his society plays
And relegated to a spectator
In the arena of life
Reserved for those
Whose character is defined
By openness to being.
Dual Stability (January, 2025)
What we need is sustainable retreat
What a feat
The earth is becoming a camel at night
She is about to take flight
Daisyworld has one rainy wish
Ease up on the fish
Give the land a break
Create meat in the Petri dish
Sustainable development is like Diet Coke
It won’t save the diabetic
The Danger of Morals (December, 2024)
One step at a time.
Sometimes it takes evil mindz
To see through the lies.
The individual is a bad fellow
Who sets the chair ablaze
To stay warm and gaze
Into the abyss where meanings amaze.
Sometimes it is productive to laze
But make it a habit
And it’s nothing but an escapade!
The cold cuts through like a blade
And as I fall ill
I reminisce on the love that spills
When one remains too rigid
And can’t handle the thrills
Of being free in a world
Where the imposition of meaning kills.
Blue Lagoon (December, 2024)
It would be nice to do this with you.
Sometimes it feels like life is meant for two.
Why does it seem true
To chase away the blues is to lose?
Your hat keeps me cool.
Be careful!
Try not to be a fool.
Being is no more than being like.
Character is constituted
By identification with what we once loved.
Character is to caricature
What the true self is to the preferred self.
I feel you within me,
But you are not me
Since the me is but a facade for the we.
To institutionalize the two
Is to forget the lesson of non-dual.
George Lakoff (December, 2024)
The soul imprisons the body.
A love of the law
Can only be satisfied
By ritual punishment.
Can this be considered true contentment?
Can this be seen as freedom?
Are we running to race
Or are we fleeing constraints?
Are you prepared to stand alone?
You are new to this,
check your hubris!
Recognize your smallness,
Even the biggest among us look little
Next to the elephant in the middle.
Water reaches the lowest point
And identifies the direction of delight.
Concepts and Categories (December, 2024)
The unmasking of the narrative
Is the re-masking of the palliative.
Renouncing desire,
The I fabricates meaning.
Remember, the branch survives by leaning.
To reject a prohibition
Is still to engage with the will’s mission.
The very act of repression
Intensifies the value of affection.
The circle takes many turns,
Float alongside the tide,
Enjoy the ride.
Phone calls (December, 2024)
Sometimes I just enjoy it.
Is this love?
Am I listening correctly
To what remains unspoken?
Or am I breaking what was already broken?
Is the desire to be chosen
For the periphery or the core?
How can less equal more?
Caught in a bind.
Ambition has made me blind.
Master says take and lie,
Slave says give and be kind.
I choose neither,
But float and wiggle within the mind.
The Modality of Power (December, 2024)
I have abandoned ecstasy,
I live without awe,
Without fear and trembling.
The world has been naturalized.
Or has it been falsified?
Am I Somebody?
Or am I that trembling accident,
germinated on a hot-house planet,
The Hall of Doom!
Through resistance,
The Subject recuperates the power it assumes.
The slave refuses to dissolve
As the subject bars
The agency of a desire
That seeks to unravel the I.
Prison, it’s all a prison.
Be merciful to our abusers.
I now see I am trapped,
Even when I prefigure,
I cannot escape by exceeding.
The sages have prepared me
To awaken to dreaming
To stay silent
But recognize my silence
Not as an antidote
But as a matter of recognizing contingencies
And refusing to enact permanencies.
Bodhisattva would you take me by the hand.
The Artist (December, 2024)
Existence poses a problem,
And seems to require an ideal solution.
But when you reject the collective’s answers,
You are left to fashion your own.
Who am I to do so?
I would have to see myself as godlike!
What right do I have to play god?
How am I different from those laying sod?
My very actions accuse me!
Making me feel inferior in the face of life.
Can I will nothing at all?
Or is the will inescapable?
Is there meaning in accepting meaninglessness?
Good catch,
A near miss!
The acceptance is institutional.
Remember the flow is mutual.
No judgement means no rejection
And no exception
For acceptance,
Which must exclude it’s opposite.
The World of Mirrors (December, 2024)
Master and Slave within me,
Which will win?
The one I feed?
Can I starve them,
Can I nourish both?
The trap is bolted shut!
How do I open the cage?
Notice your rage,
And consider the stage.
You will continue to act,
Despite the fact
Exalted externals don’t choose the role,
Even when you will them to.
Animal ethics fill Homer’s world,
Cybernetics abound in not-Lucy’s.
Replace judgement with feedback,
Observe as the not-I retracts.
When there is disharmony adapt,
When there is sustenance relax.
Does this maintain the balance
And adaptability of the system?
Or does the feedback loop
Fuel the surveillance minister?
Ad hoc ethics leads to fragmentation,
Sometimes, flow creates a whirlpool,
To escape and dissolve the nation,
We must abandon the school.
Hypesthesia (December, 2024)
The noise drowns out the music.
The malls abound with muzak.
Attacking the senses,
I’m losing my grip,
Running out of time to prepare defenses.
Longing for a wild with no fences,
I see the world through kaleidoscopic lenses.
To see without the eye,
Reduce the I,
Believe the we.
Hypothermia (December, 2024)
Do you deny the Lady of the Woods?
How can I not?
Isn’t some amount of repression inevitable?
It’s not so bad after all,
It builds character!
But of what kind?
As a lie
Or as a dye?
Yellow is relational
The eye is insatiable.
You will find what you seek,
Think carefully about the values of the meek.
Disrupt the Grip and Reveal the World as it Could Be (December, 2024)
Loosen the grip
Das man will slip
Allowing the unconscious to flip the script.
The they-self dissolves
When the rational mediator evolves.
The natural attitude inverts.
Hello, new converts.
Cognitive flexibility reveals the shadow.
Habitual practice nourishes like rain
But is not a place to remain.
Destabilizing or cathartic?
How resistant is the framework?
How rooted is the processing hierarchy?
You will survive,
Let’s see if we can fly.
Til' infinity (December, 2024)
It’s no time to chill
We tryna get meals
It’s no time to chill
We tryna build the guilds.
It’s time to see
My enemy as my brother
Then we can be free.
We give out free wisdom
The world might be a better place
But wisdom ain’t enough
If we don’t change the base.
We forgive em
But the scars still remain,
Shackles gone,
Yet the system’s the same.
What happens to a changed man
Who dies in a cell?
Did it make a sound
When Rome fell?
What do we build
When the empire is dust?
If we ain’t got a plan,
They’ll leave us to rust.
It’s no time to chill
We tryna get meals
It’s no time to chill
We tryna rebuild the will
It’s time to chill.
Big Talk (December, 2024)
I can’t take another lifeless little chat.
I’m moving up into a cloud.
Do you understand what it’s like
To see the vision
And still have the mountain to hike?
With only some books,
Dozens of strange looks,
But not encouraging people to be crooks?
How do you stand against Mr. Inc
But deviate from CrimeThinc.?
When has peace prevailed?
When hasn’t violence assailed?
The attacker gets attacked,
The plan gets hacked.
Shhhh
Be careful.
Keep a low profile,
We don’t have to be trained to smile.
There must be dancing,
Or the crowd will be lancing.
The coup must happen invisibly,
Then we will see Elon looking miserably.
The silent treatment is the worst punishment.
Christopher Knight (December, 2024)
What does it mean to lose the world?
How can I find myself,
When there’s no I to find?
Retreat don’t pursue,
Lose to gain.
Is this metaphorical or literal?
Who can bear to forsake it all?
Must I run,
Or can I stand?
Can I find solitude
Amidst the railways,
Or must I turn off the music?
The non-dual can embrace everything
And yet the silence still seems to sting.
Henry the hypocrite
Or Henry the Honest?
Here I am!
His message was clear.
Fuck Uncle Sam.
“The crowds do not permit me to be alone.”
My greatest enemy is the phone.
I’m still hungry I can’t lie
But the portion’s getting better
Y’all know I’m the future
Imma let my fortune tell her.
Try my best to love you
In this world we in.
It’s ours to win
But not through kin
It’s time to abandon the fantasies
Proper nouns are non-essential.
Reject the realists,
Embrace the nominalism
Words are tools,
Arbitrary labels,
Institutionalized fables.
The woods are nice,
But I guess I’ll say this twice,
You must find peace amidst the chaos.
To run is the cowards way
Be strong and stay
Retreat in desire,
gain in ego,
To let the me go,
And embrace the whole flow.
Cowards (December, 2024)
Never make a politician grant you a favor,
They will want to control you forever.
Only the people can set us free.
But only through the not-me,
Will we see clearly.
Heed Fanon,
Wipe the construct from creation,
Two birds with one stone
A new man will be born.
Osmegos Twins (December, 2024)
Society has made its mark on you.
Will you tag its doors?
Do you notice the texture or the color?
The words or the figures?
As we observe the not me gets bigger,
The I shrinks as the bounds expand.
The history of this land
Cannot be cut down.
It will grow anew
As we lean into the blue.
Hyde n. (December, 2024)
We hide in our skins.
For what purpose are these fins?
Is language a virus
Or a laugh?
Attune to the absence.
The transformation of energy
Sits adjacent to the swinging ball.
The law of status will soon fall
When the scheme of life
Is beckoned by the funeral’s call.
All is Change (December, 2024)
The power of philosophy
Floats through my head.
Competition keeps the ego fed.
The Great Transformation
Complements Dependent Origination.
Why do you resist, Mr. Inauspicious Piece of Metal?
Don’t move too quick!
Percolate, Ms. Kettle!
We found a way to cast away the fears
By ending the categorizing and classifying.
Subject and object coexisting
Filling the same field of awareness
Revealing the shared rootedness.
The Non-Dual laughs at the duel.
Chocolate (December, 2024)
Noticing…
Discomfort is a sensation,
Suffering is a “me-ification.”
The Dynamic Dialectics!
I’m entangled and eclectic!
Pipes must be cleared.
The Plumber must get out of her own way.
Through effortless non-action
Engage freely
Facilitate easily.
Force generates equal force.
Should we not fear the consequences
Of our violent stances?
Love produces love
Why don’t we send a dove?
The world only changes
When free agreement unlaces.
The Burial of Talents (December, 2024)
How do you encounter the external?
As a mirror or a canvas?
Perhaps, as illusory?
When your gaze fixates on the reflection,
Conversation takes on the quality of confession.
Surround yourself with commodities,
Screams Mr. Billboard!
Can’t we see
Advertising institutionalizes envy?
For your being to exude playfulness,
What’s required is a certain distantness.
The modern man is unable to disentangle.
So his pseudo-emancipation
Is delivered with a bow.
The producer forgets himself
And devolves into pure consumer.
He reaps what he sows.
The Duality of Presence (November, 2024)
The pastless futureless man
Is born anew at each moment.
Who are we referring to?
The commodifier of history,
Or the miner of its reserves?
Is he constantly surprised,
Or forever Mr Fly?
The condition of breathlessness.
Dazzlement surrounds.
Maintain the ethos,
Change the logos.
Flip the script.
The Idler and his Accuser (November, 2024)
Pauper ubique jacet!
Profit-grubbers and clubbers
Converge in their desire for more.
When will they see it’s all empty at the core?
Without fail they fall victim to the allure.
Without a moment of reflection
The choir exclaims “I am perfection!”
Soon, we shall see the true cure
Is found in abandoning the sure.
Bloody Legislation,
Branding with hot iron.
Never forget
Power is found in the heart of the coward.
Luther (November, 2024)
Here I stand,
I cannot help myself!
Take leave of the very belief in truth,
Everything is allowed.
The man who asserts a different world
Repudiates its counterpart, our world.
What if God Himself proved Himself
To be our oldest Lie?
Does the branch not bend with the wind?
Everything is in motion,
Everything is processual.
The land of symbols
Is engulfed by the tsunami of experience.
Guilt (November, 2024)
Producing is a reflective act.
Morality is absorbed in the classroom.
A cruel fate torments the hammerheads,
And the crime of fratricide.
What are you learning?
How diffuse!
The spaces blend the purpose.
We consume what you produce!
The Bad conscience tames,
The corporation domesticates.
We need habituation
To sharp, rare air,
Then we will see the beautiful,
Une promesse de bonheur!
Politics (November, 2024)
Since when must I play a game to have fun?
Do I have no choice?
Do you point at my head with a gun?
Life is life.
It isn’t for play,
But like clay,
It takes no shape.
It molds and folds.
Experience favors the bold.
I’m not in this world to live up to expectations.
We owe no obligations.
Why does the ”Good Christian” crave new Nikes?
Is he afraid no one will like the not-me?
Perhaps we need a new way to see.
What an atroCity!
Humanity paralyzed as perpetual motion Machine.
Obsessed with pliaf,
You’re a fiend!
Let’s create real maps of the imaginary world(s).
Hey Squirrel, You’re Causally Entangled (November, 2024)
Extinguish the bifurcation.
Old delusions and your nations
Have no place in the disclosing of elation’s creation.
We are simply ecological unfolding.
Stop worrying about your financial holdings!
You don’t even exist,
of course your money is unreal.
But I feel!
The Bodhisattva takes part in the conventional world.
Know the difference between pain and suffering
as you work to disentangle subjecting and objecting.
Nirvana is a collective liberation.
Blow out the candle
to trust the process.
Plato (November, 2024)
Do you have ideas
Or do ideas have you?
Ideas cannot posses absolute reality.
Whatever you believe imprisons you.
Have you identified with your doing?
Or have you shaken off the drive to contrast?
Marx wasn’t a Marxist.
We don’t use stages.
We unlock cages.
At what point do you realize your arrogance?
You are a statistic,
You are not made of the mythic.
You will lose.
The game is playing you.
I am not a “radical,”
But as a catalyst,
Can I spark the happenings of radical things?
Great Artists Steal (November, 2024)
Art explodes itself.
The dead hand of the past
Looms over the grayscale.
Why should art be contained in a studio?
Is my life not aesthetic?
I wear plain clothes.
There is no difference between gold
And the inauspicious piece of metal.
Aha!
The Great Transformation!
The map of doubt,
No reason to pout,
It’s time to shout!
Hummer Limo (November, 2024)
There’s no reason to be sad about it,
No, there’s no reason to be mad about it.
Ruminate on the roots,
Deodorize Western existench.
You can’t steer a broken wheel,
When will we switch gears?
Rushing into destruction
In denial of our freedom.
Your culture is not your savior.
Be wary.
Do not accept it as given.
Choose what’s right for you at the time,
Reject the rest,
And don’t forget to smile.
The supermarket of ideas,
Like any supermarket,
Is fit only for looting.
The fun side (November, 2024)
All are welcome,
This is the community of the free spirit.
We do not sell ideology,
We live ideas.
Is this not far more infectious?
It’s sea water,
Spit don’t swallow it!
Unification is found
In the connection of divisions.
NietzsChe Guevara (November, 2024)
Act for your own sake,
Reject obedience.
Claim your values
They are your own creation!
We do not require external justification,
There is no reference map.
The fable of moral law
Creates servants of Truth.
Yet, Truth demands production
Not subservience.
Required action subverts its function.
Blow up your desires in the sea of combustion.
Unleash your energy,
Exercise the will to no-power,
Ah, hello true power.
No Gods/No Managers (November, 2024)
The gods die twice
Once in heaven,
Once on earth.
Of course we are utopian,
Why do you cower?
Success is possible,
Are you just too scared to try?
Why?
Are you afraid your life is in your control?
The heartbreak of failure,
When things really are at stake,
Pushes you to avoid
The attempt in the first place.
It’s time to think for yourself.
You are not a baby.
You are grown.
There are no more loans,
You have the green light,
Now, tell me,
What’s in your sight?
The Eye of the Crocodile (November, 2024)
I am food.
A juicy nourishing body of meat.
Wishing otherwise is a fool’s errand.
A deliberate choice,
A cowardly voice,
Screaming for recognition.
The predator must not forget his preyness.
Victor and victim.
Triumph and tragedy.
Mind and body.
Samsara and Nirvana
depend on vision.
Who can see while dreaming?
Grab education
Higher meditation
The culture of mass (November, 2024)
…in some ways yes,
I am in love with myself.
But do I heighten myself?
On the podium
All too confident in my volume?
Perfect practice makes perfect
Pay attention
Karuna
The Morbid Body (November, 2024)
Home or machine?
I must start cultivating expansiveness,
Less is more,
The glutton lives at the store,
The sage creates and destroys his own cage.
No where to hide
Stop numbing yourself
You are bounded
It’s your choice
Will you see it as a trap
Or will you attune to the lap?
Control through destruction
Is simply corruption
Rewild yourself and see
Movement is play.
Syre (November, 2024)
Expectations led me astray
Yet, did they not come from me?
Should I have changed?
What’s my role?
Am I being too narrow
As I crave more marrow?
Oh I can Feel it
Getting closer
Trust in bo
Trust in Pietry
Listen to scripture
Freedom is painful
At least I’m not suffering
I’m real I’m real
I’m really really real
Symbols come from the storehouse
There’s no external map
The not-I is vacuous,
The Buddha smiles.
The Great Mother Won’t let Me Sleep (November, 2024)
I am empty
Yet deeply embodied.
It’s through this portion of the Mind valve
The flood surges.
I cannot die.
Why does this anger me?
I thought I could
I wish I would
But rebirth isn’t spooky
Might as well play
Treat me like I’m kooky
Mom is Happy and Grateful (November, 2024)
A grain of sand
Trying to bite my own teeth.
I am undefinable!
We are rhizomes.
I am not alone in this land,
I exist adjacent to the other grains of sand.
Revelation!
Reveals the truth.
It takes a revolution
To make a solution.
Paradigm shift,
Bob or Thomas?
Yes.
Buju’s Party at the Socrates Cafe (November, 2024)
Opportunity is found on the dance floor.
Everyone has got to be there.
Acknowledge your ignorance,
Let us know you care.
Don’t leave your ego at the door,
Step in circle,
Learn to harmonize.
What a relief!
How freeing!
That’s the way it should be,
Not contrary!
Stop tearing down each other.
I Dreamt I was a Butterfly (November, 2024)
Nature cannot be expelled via pitchfork.
Wild vines writhe and curl no matter how you thrust.
Facts are for the hard headed man and the dork.
For those who count each leaf yet miss the forest.
Resist symbols all you want,
Or embrace them totally like Kant.
An occasional storm must split the air,
To clear the heat, shake loose the stale.
Without these breaks, life’s soil becomes a swamp,
Wheel-spun, sinking, without a pulse.
Expression is symbolism.
The texture of life feels “wobbly.”
Choose your aim
Impact or Income?
Art or Advertisement?
Mediated (November, 2024)
Pereunt et imputantur,
Can we ever escape the non-dual?
You seek to transcend,
Yet Gravity defends.
Fall back,
Appreciate the time.
Here and now are carved from then,
Time does not sever,
It deepens.
The principle of conformation,
Is consistent with revolutionary imagination.
Beyond the Chill (November, 2024)
The icy waters of egotism.
Are they not sharp and refreshing,
a chill that quickens, leaves us gasping?
But is there a boundary,
or do you float, endlessly?
Suctioned in a branded vacuum,
Dyson-clean, yet still suffocating.
What is your place upon this land,
your roots, if any?
Let’s wander, unlace our questions,
follow veins of hot springs,
to where the self unwinds, softens,
and greets the not-me—
in a quiet chorus of welcome.
Genesis (November, 2024)
Dust or deity?
Image or word?
He who hides in the Symbol
Puts his soul in limbo.
Why do you reject your creatureliness?
Don’t you see its creativeness?
Is it not true,
To produce is to overcome the blue?
Sometimes there’s nothing to say.
Stay in wait,
Ease your gait.
Las Vegas (November, 2024)
International material competition
It goes on and on.
We will not ask permission
in shattering your religion.
Goodbye Mr sage
Get off that stage!
Hello Ms guide,
Nice to have you by my side.
Put away your pride,
Hang free,
It’s fun to glide.
Pulling Muscles (November, 2024)
Am I doing too much?
Am I acting alone?
I am an egotist.
You must be more careful
About wrapping up.
Love truth,
Refrain from dogmatism.
Renounce the drive to agree,
Don’t stray so far that others flee.
How to Relax (November, 2024)
Freedom is a practice.
Who can unbound?
Effortlessness is chief,
No need to ward off grief.
Let it flow
And you will grow.
Stop running,
It’s all available right here.
Five to one baby,
Come together out of love,
Embrace the fear.
Manufactured Scarcity (November, 2024)
No Obligation
No Expectation
Transcend the fiction
of the nation.
Smash the tablets, Moses!
Learn to love your brother,
The Tao is the great Mother.
We hold the key,
Unlock the self-imposed prison,
Witness the explosion,
bring people in.
Barbara (November, 2024)
Apple trees die in the Apple,
Flowers are like fall.
Who can afford to stall?
Who demands my call?
How do we change at all?
Who you loyal to,
The microbe or the wall?
Dissolve the cage,
Free the rage,
De-institutionalize the inversion,
Until the crown disintegrates.
Emma (November, 2024)
External tyrannies are but one side,
Internal tyrannies trap the blind.
The vital right
To love and be loved,
What can be more free?
Who’s scared?
Why do you look to flee?
In the not-me, you find the key.
Pettiness separates,
Breadth unites.
Give one’s self boundlessly,
You will find yourself
Richer, deeper, better
Mr. Car (November, 2024)
Economic prostitution
Can it be more vulgar?
Live for the institution
Can’t we recognize our mugger?
Wrist control,
I’ve taken the wheel,
Have we lost all traction?
Perhaps, we must
Let reality slip away,
And build anew, today.
The Level Headed Leveler (November, 2024)
Ah the practical scheme!
What defines it?
It is possible under existing conditions,
Cries the multitude.
But those conditions have premonitions,
Of violence and coercion to the infinitude!
Perhaps we misunderstood,
Practical is good!
Dispel the wrong and foolish,
Build and sustain new life,
Out with the rule-ish,
In hierarchy there’s strife,
It’s time we be cool-ish.
Break the mental fetters,
Overcome,
Read Friedrich’s letters.
My home,
It’s not that it couldn’t change,
It’s just not worth it to pretend.
Vertebrae (November, 2024)
I have a bone in my back,
I shall not crack!
I will not play with right or wrong,
A wise man doesn’t submit,
To the mercy of chance.
And yet,
The wise men
Fully submit
To the mercy of uncertainty.
Am I to always be a pawn?
The theory of social harmony
Will usher in the Dawn.
Interdependent Curtis (November, 2024)
So many songs worthy of saving,
Listen to the makings.
Independence
In the terrain
Of dependence.
Navigating the infinite line,
Amidst paradox we dine.
Strength in connection,
Growth through self-reliance.
Who will discover the power of Constraint?
Walden Economy (November, 2024)
Have we become the tools of our tools?
Yes, we are efficient,
who cares?
now what?
Was the point to produce lore,
Or to thrive within life’s core?
Less, my good friend,
is more.
Simplicity cultivates sublimeness,
Truth is found in the absence of excess.
Third World (November, 2024)
Let’s have a party,
Board the zion train to the dreamland.
The memory of freedom,
Could also be its source.
The kingdom,
Houses the richest prisoner.
Guns against drums,
The sauna is good for your lungs.
Sensory immersion,
Create the buffer,
Endure and suffer.
First Impressions (November, 2024)
Baby I’m selfish,
I want you for the world I can’t help it.
I miss you,
I knew you when I saw you.
I forgot you when you stopped looking.
God is not a superhero,
You are not an infant.
Don’t apes hang on each other?
Why don’t we touch?
Is that too much?
Lump in my throat,
I’m going to skip lunch.
The road shows,
The body can take more than it knows.
Destructive Dance (November, 2024)
Dear Thanatos,
Where are you aiming?
Who will go to war?
Push up on the boundaries of the ego,
Map the antipodes.
Donde esta ms kangaroooooo
Tear down muscle,
Come back stronger,
I will persist for much longer.
The off button will have to wait,
Might as well cultivate.
150 (November, 2024)
I want you to be more
Please grow with me
I’m crying,
Can’t you see?
It’s cathartic,
a release.
When I try to think of the words
I cry more
Please become more
It’s not found at the Apple Store
It’s impossible to know what life has in store
What fuckin hellscape am I living in,
Why are you so self deprecating?
Don’t you know how long it took,
The amoeba wrote the book.
You can’t be still even if you tried,
Whoever put you down lied.
Reach for the sky,
By finding the lowest place.
Brother Bear (November, 2024)
Kota
Take a phota
Philly jawn I love how you spawn
Constructing narratives
Rejecting stories
Who can tell the difference?
Let’s dig,
I’m not sure,
The question is the cure¡¿
Find it in the allure.
Pure is public.
There is never privacy,
Please try to see.
Scripture (November, 2024)
Fire and ice.
Ayyy 4-5!
Lead us Moses!
May I wield?
Aware of the character armor,
Dropping the shield.
Peer to peer
To be is confrontational
In a world defined by competition
Versus or together?
Challenges afford opportunities
Individual liberation with social dimensions
Drizzy Love (November, 2024)
Vegetating in the dirt,
Where may I rest my neck.
I proceed freely,
Why do you desire to be fightly?
Do we seek peace?
Choose sides, they imply
I prefer the entree, I reply.
Ou est le harmony amidst the chaos?
Dance on the edge of discord
Until we accord
And dance some more.
“There is a ¿God?” (November, 2024)
Say there is a God?
Is he conscious?
What’s he thinkin?
Is he also drinking?
Let’s pay him his respect,
Where should I approach?
Hello Mr. Almighty,
Shall we fighty?
This wind looks perfect for a kite, see?
I seek transcendence, he says!
Awesome dude, where are we going?
Have we made it yet?
Oh cool, what have I become?
Violence is a Lower Form of Expression (November, 2024)
Gym or yoga mat?
My dad loves Amare,
Stat!
Ah the morning stretch,
A good habit.
But why do I only stretch when I make time for it?
It hurts because I suck at it.
Habits aren’t meant to be addictions
They are for function and combustion
Why do you crave bigger guns?
The solar system has many suns
Texting (November, 2024)
Do you only know yourself in relation?
Why can’t I sleep,
It’s 406 am.
An hour delayed too.
It’s a blessing
How lucky am I?
I see you Mrs. sky!
I’m sorry
I forgive you
Thank you
I love you
Ugh, 527
DelBanco (November, 2024)
What is school?
Skills are for the fools,
Questions are the best tools.
Rules are for games,
Games are for lames.
Aren’t they fun?
That’ll be $500, son.
Muahahahahha
What is education?
Do explorers get to lay claim?
Why do they seek,
Inheritance is for the meek.
So much worthy to read,
How do I plant these seeds?
Where do they go?
Damn bitch why you grow so slow??
Be patient,
Don’t get caught up in the salmon rush,
Don’t stay still,
It’s time to build.
Our grandmas were friends (November, 2024)
Do you have something to say?
Or are you just talking?
I just want to say hey,
How are you walking?
The long meditation is useful,
It’s needed. C
It let’s us open up! L
Life dives deep,
What is it— why is it that we seek to keep?
Where shall we seep?
Ideas question and liberate.
Ideologies justify and dictate.
It’s time to play
Let go of the game
Institutionalizing is to blame.
Catalonia 1936 (October, 2024)
Not concerned with being the goat
I’m fine being a ghost
Why you always doing the most?
Our window is slim like Carlos.
Get in the lab, watch some film.
We are what we read,
Decentralized, who takes the lead?
Nothing to worry about,
No one looking for clout.
Let’s enjoy, pass me that stout.
Finn Balor (October, 2024)
From Washington DC….
Representing the corporate overlordssss….
The almighty….
Dollarrrrr
Annnddd the people go wild!
Everybody holler!
Blue collar, white collar,
All the same to Mr. Dollar.
Shall we persist or resist?
Ah, persistence through resistance.
And vice versa,
It’s time to take life further.
We survived it all and we still meditating
If it ain’t non-2 it don’t mean a thinggg
And now you see the vision
This shit crystal clear
Benevolence and Righteousness (October, 2024)
There are no laws in Nature,
Alas, we let the Great Tao slip away.
The Way fades
Pale, almost gray.
“Colour is decai’d.”
Move through relation like a blade,
Meet mirror deep, gaze unafraid.
Into the abyss, watch the rules seep,
Invisible chains finally asleep.
The floor opens up,
If it be your will, pass the cup.
The will to power—who will rise?
Who will shrink back, who hides behind lies?
Set laws, and you are the law.
I guess you thought you were a ruler?
The abyss calls, Job challenges, and you must crawl,
Careful now—embrace it all,
Or be swallowed by your own thrall.
Huey (October, 2024)
It can’t be done.
Who invited you, Mr. NoFun?
Professional dream killers, living fake.
Thank you, you keep me awake.
Tag on your soul,
The money has a hold.
Let go, get low,
Perhaps you need a new flow.
Perhaps you don’t understand,
This isn’t “yes we can.”
When did it become cool to not try?
If you the flyest, then who am I?
Speak the truth!
Let the world unravel!
Or die slowly, passively,
What a gamble.
Pitter Patter (October, 2024)
Growth is change
Can it be otherwise?
Only if you tell yourself lies.
Every moment dies,
Must we always cry?
No constant mind
Everything returns in kind
Keep on movin
I must keep groovin.
No hard feelings
No shady dealings
Don’t move on,
Move forward.
Exodus (October, 2024)
Get your mind right!
Everything is all, right?
Who will be the generation?
Who will be the manifestation?
Elation!
Creation!
Liberation?
Are you satisfied
with the life you’re living?
Look beyond what you see,
don’t succumb to the me!
Rise into the we!
Together is free.
How am I to know? (October, 2024)
Follow the stream,
Let it gleam,
Unravel the dream,
Move through, serene.
Glisten like snow?
Oh no, no!
The sage rejects the cage!
No matter what rages
they put us through.
We rise anew, forever true.
Old man river
We’ll never be blue
When will we find our reason?
In due season.
Real Situation (October, 2024)
Who do you think you are, man?
Switch places!
Who has the upper hand?
Should I try all over again?
We better breathe...
What do you take love to be?
Big city of dreams
Motivated by schemes
He who will help us see,
As we,
Sets the not-me free.
Liquid Modernity (October, 2024)
Fleeing fear, chasing fragile relief,
Grasping at certainty sharp as grief.
Each product held tight, a desperate plea,
Not for desire, but from fear to break free.
Mistakes dodged, flaws scrubbed away,
Yet nothing they clutch is able to stay.
It slips, dissolves, evades command
A ritual etched like wounds in sand.
A world filled with desire,
Could the situation be more dire?
Ephemeral experience, the point is to dance
How did we get stuck in this trance?
Joe and the Engine of Progress (October, 2024).
Accumulation breeds dispossession,
Creation demands destruction.
Logos mirrors ethos
As greed fuels purpose.
Accumulators are dispossessors
Creators are destroyers.
Boom and bust—because the market must.
What’s gained turns to dust
Greed is the new lust,
Unfurling in us, unstoppable, a must.
Unless… in us, we place our trust.
Marcus at Dawn (October, 2024)
I count the days
I will sustain.
How long do I have?
My purpose lies beyond the blanket.
Brave the cold!
No need to huddle and stay warm,
Escape maya.
Find Nirvana within,
thank you Uncle Sid.
Align, prepare, reflect
Good morning.
The Apprentice and the B-list (October, 2024)
What a spectacle!
Gorge until you’re full.
Stuck on level 1,
Thinking you’re in the know.
C’mon bro.
Be serious.
You can’t see the show?
Distraction news,
Who can see through?
What can be made anew?
If only we knew.
Lovers Can’t Hate (October, 2024)
Rock n’ Roll Gangster,
Who is the master?
Who holds the rhythm, who wears the crown?
What you are searching for,
can be found within,
but under a new name.
Feel it.
Embrace it.
Let it slip away.
Something about us,
it might not be the right time.
You will be fine.
Take this as a sign.
Write, write, write,
one line at a time,
until the air clears
and meaning unfolds.
Gil Scott-Heron (October, 2024)
Come and follow me,
Trust lean float rock…
A toaassstttt today good woman,
A toast to the people!
Who can carry the message?
Who can the message carry?
Yeaaaaa
I ain’t worried.
Lean in just try
We get it now
Let’s get it now
All of it so there’s none of it
Glide through the non-two
Cut ‘em up one time
Scribe scribe
Precision!
collision!
the vision,
the Unity of Community.
Mine and Thine (October, 2024)
Whose world is this?
Creator is created,
Object is perceiver.
Who can see through distinction?
When will we appreciate complexity?
Let the mud settle,
Be patient,
Practice the art of thinking slowly.
Love wisdom,
End sagacity.
Both must be true.
The Russians (October, 2024)
Loyal to none,
Free from subservience.
Out of convenience?
What’s true appears difficult.
Yet, truth is always the easiest path.
Trustworthy because I’m connected,
I can’t be alone,
Free but dependent.
Connected through construction.
Mantra (September, 2024)
I carry an ecosystem within me.
What does it need from we?
Balance is the key
I am the tree
Connected through the roots
I feel the whole world in my boots
A quiet hum, a tingling in my feet.
The whole world in the soles of me.
What is it?
The cost of my search
Loss, Loss, Loss…
The Game (September, 2024)
Playing a team sport without teammates.
Silence with the faint echo of pursuit.
Is anyone watching?
Who isn’t?
All eyes open, nobody seeing.
The game will always be the same.
Stop playing.
Feel the grass beneath your feet,
Soft and unmeasured,
Not bound by lines or goals.
Breathe, look up…
Obsessive Possession (September, 2024)
It’s clear who the Devil is Now…
Aware or Conquered?
Has the citadel become the soul?
Has the city become the person?
Dissolve both
I won’t ascend
I won’t pretend
I will be me,
We will be ecology.
Be free.
Die to be reborn.
Narcissus (September, 2024)
Gazing…
Caught in the illusion of my own reflection.
I think I see myself,
yet, there's nothing there.
The river
Moving, changing, flowing, it’s me—
empty, silent.
Yes, I love myself.
The Forbidden License (September, 2024)
The appeal
I’m not aware, yet it’s there
Who’s steering the ship
Why’s my hand at the hip?
Am I afraid?
What sort of person has been made?
A license?
No, Reconnect with sense
Stop running
Face yourself
Everywhere in Chains (September, 2024)
Fish were meant to fly,
Man to be free.
What do I want,
We?
No, me.
Security or uncertainty?
Ah, security in uncertainty.
Fish were meant to swim.