Secret Lover

I have a secret lover and she is a harsh mistress indeed. Her fame, her name is Desire, the burning fire inside of me. She is a flame that flares and leaps without ending or surcease, she troubles me in times of action, but also, in times of peace.

She whispers in my ear at night when I am trying to sleep, she shouts and wakes me from my dreams, my soul she wants to keep. And when my thoughts rise past the pains and troubles of the day, she reaches out and snatches me right back without delay.

I’ve wondered how to best release her hold upon my life but she knows my every wish and thought, her kiss cuts like a knife. Her lips are sharp as razors and her hands are claws of pain, as she rips my life into little shreds, tears fall like drops of rain.

I think I’ve found her secret.

She doesn’t know I know.

By emptying mind of dreams and hopes I deal her a fatal blow.

By cultivating silence, mind at ease, her voice is gone, by living fully in the Now I am no more her pawn. And yet I hear her faintly still, a cry upon the wind, and slowly, yes, but surely, I can feel my spirit mend.

Her ties to me they dissipate as mind and spirit meld, my secret love Desire’s hold upon me is dispelled. I see her now with other guys, and girls too she’s not bound by societies anxieties she’s Queen complete with crown.

I smile and mind my business knowing Free Will is the key, I center self and contemplate my life, a dream of Eternity.

Hope Calls

Hope calls like
Love seeking completion

Ever looking unto the stars
for Divine Union

The twinning of Perfection
Two halves completing the whole.

Joy speaks in couple phrases
voices in harmony call out

Singing the Song of the Ages
Perfectly pitched

Twin Flame Souls
meet and become One

Eternity intertwined
The Infinite expression of Love.

Torn

The Beloved lies fallow beneath
her Lover’s touch

Distracted by detritus his mind
pre-occupied

Elsewhere enamored
of pain and suffering, torn by two Loves

One of Eternity
the other of the Daily Grind.

The Game of Coins

Who knows what it’s like to be poor?

To open the fridge to find nothing but old condiments
and dried-out fruit, to realize that homelessness may soon
come knocking, standing right there,on the other side
of the door?

To pay Peter and rob Paul, juggling phone calls from Creditors
from Hell, who are just one missed payment from sending
the Sheriffs to ring your bell?

To look at your children and feel the pain deep in your gut,
knowing you can’t provide them what they need, and you
don’t know how to get out of this rut?

To laugh with your friends when they’re talking about
new movies and cable TV shows, faking the funk
like you’ve seen them too, knowing with every chuckle
that you ain’t got the dough?

To try on your old clothes only to realize that the
po’ folks diet has gotten you bigger than ever, you thought
you were getting over by paying less for more, just sure
you were being clever?

Being broke ain’t nothin’ nice.

Watching TV hurts, with all the shows and commercials that
entice us to spend more, buy more, get more, cause that’s
what life’s for, of course.

To own. To possess. To have.

To go to all the beautiful places, to experience all of
the wondrous spaces that exist in this world.

That’s why po’ folk are angry.

To know what you’re being denied and to have to deal with that
every day inside, to watch the Richie Riches livin’ it up,
while you’re struggling to fill a cup, with something besides
water, which is swilled with chemicals anyway, just like
the food, poisoning us with every swallow as we rage inside
and wallow in despair.

At least air is still free. For now.

It makes you wonder about who is doing this and how, and why
everybody is so unquestioning about the way things are, is
this the way it has to be or do people live in other ways, on
other planets, circling distant stars?

How long are we going to accept 1% of the the people owning
everything, including the churches and their steeples?
How long are we, the 99%, going to give them the luxury of
our compliance, when all of the science is here now?

We can have solar power, we can have wind turbines, we can have
geothermal showers, we can have wave combines, churning away
and creating energy, half the things we pay for should still
be free.

HALF THE THINGS WE PAY FOR SHOULD STILL BE FREE.

The Game of Coins is real, and it’s rigged against you and me.

We’re kept on the sidelines, we cannot pass Go, we can’t collect
$200 dollars and we’re denied a part of the flow of capital
as it goes from production to pocket, like electricity runs
through sockets, directly from the raw materials to the rich,
while we look on, kicked into the ditches running beside their
Superhighways of Greed, if we’re lucky, we get to walk on
the Goat Path of Endless Need.

The pattern is clear. The cost is dear. It’s our lives, those
of our children, too. Placing them in categorical poverty that
they’ll spend their lives trying to get out of, unless they
win the lottery.

It’s the Hunger Games indeed. Check the Reality Shows, this is
what they’re trying to seed into our minds, implant into our
thoughts, selling our souls for riches, or just enough to get by,
that’s all we’re worth, or so we’re taught.

So if you know what it’s like to be poor, don’t be ashamed.

This is part and parcel of your individual and eternal fame.
Somebody said that the meek shall inherit the earth, and I can
see that happening, once this planet’s experienced a rebirth.

Cause something’s got to change right now.

Somebody’s gonna have to eat that Sacred Cow.

The Tenets of Their Intent

The time we spend upending our common humanity is one of the surest signs of our shared, global insanity. A song of wrong-minded intensity, a procession of notes leading directly to lower density. It is the purpose of the Elite to keep us divided, each group suborned and constantly incited to riot against each other. In our in-group conversations we rail against the Other, never mind the fact that he is our brother, that she is our sister, that humanity is the family bond. All the while, they abscond with Gaia’s wealth, relegate the masses to poverty by trickery and stealth.

We divide ourselves by choice. We speak individually, but it adds up to a collective voice. The thoughts we entertain that highlight difference are insane, determining a person’s worth by how they look, an inane response to initiatives passed down by genocidal scoundrels intent upon eugenics and death. These folks wear crowns and generally have the best houses and cars in town. They own the media and write the encyclopedias, they set the standards and create the jobs, they lay down the mandates and then direct the mobs.

By agreeing to the Tenets of Their Intent, we subscribe to their beliefs and goals, no matter what you thought you meant. Such systems are designed to keep the sheeple in line, to facilitate states of mind that go directly against the divine. It is the natural state of humanity to seek diversity, yes, there is comfort in sharing space with those who share your tastes, and those who may look like you, whether you are purple or green or blue.

On the really real? It’s all just a distraction, keeping people from realizing the deal while they continue to rob and steal. It’s all a form of control, meant to keep us in-fighting and not realizing what it was that they stole. It’s all a game, an illusion, created to cause mass confusion. By buying into the system of superiority you’re buying into a system of inferiority, attempting to gain seniority among those who are the real minority, the soulless minions of doom, currying favor in the opinion of the scions of gloom, forgoing your relation with the highest authority.

This has been said so many times and so many different ways. It doesn’t pay to hate. If you’re gonna enter the fray, be sure to do it on the side of the right. Choose the light. Not the darkness of separation, the false pride implicit in belonging to a certain nation. It’s a trap for the soul. It’s a map directly toward the lowest of goals and destinations. It’s fine to have pride and feel good inside because you love who you are, know that you are descended from stars. But to hate without cause to insinuate without pause is to inculcate a terrible fate and to be blinded and small-minded.

It’s time to end the insanity. To realize we’re all one rainbow tribe. Like the Hopi said, if we don’t realize it we’re all dead. And it starts with each of us. Change can’t happen if we don’t get on the bus. Trust, too many prophets have said the same thing. It’s time to take flight, to find our wings. To cultivate higher sight, and find greater songs to sing.

One Regret

It only takes a moment
to ruin a life

a nagging suspicion

sleepless nights

questions unasked until
they burn a hole in
your heart

emotions flying like dust
in the arms of tornado

whirling shouts and screams
draining tears and tiredness

it’s too much

too little

too late

eyes open to truth
don’t always need the kind of proof
demanded in court

an averted glance
a tone too high and lilting
for the topic

an answer avoided

missing time

love made less and less
as the nights pass and
the TV becomes
the preferred companion

on date night

the gulf non-physical
felt

in silent dinners
empty beds
and endless fights

one choice
one regret
never to forget

and it’s done.

Wordplay

half-hearted
honorariums

momentary meanders
mulling millennia

annals annulled by
auspicious auras

categorical cleansing of
corded conundrums

salubrious selections
sought sans serenity

voluptuous variations in
voluntary vividity

bonded bodaciousness
borderline boring bromides

wending wordiness
wilts with woe