Don’t tell me what to think

What do you do?

When your poetry gets stale?

Change it up?

Lift the veil?

I write about the good

I write about the bad

Hopefully on different levels

Not to make anyone mad

I write what I think

I write what I feel

And if I am hurting

I write on the process to heal

Maybe shriek was right

Better out than in

In the psychological sense

It just may be a win

Ideas tested in the digital thunderdome

Escaping the bots of Twitter, Facebook, or other social Apps

Suppression of free speech

Watch how Elon set his traps

Expression is important in any society

Freedom of ideas shall not be infringed

Don’t tell me what to think

This Communist manifesto tactic makes me cringe


Post realization lament

Why must we torture ourselves?

With guilt and shame?

The miracle of forgiveness

It is our upadana that we must tame

We can bond to our appetites

Or any maladaptive behavior

Be mindful of this truth

Or be mindful of your savior

We have the ability to overcome this suffering

Yet we fail to correctly act

Part of the human condition

Part of a natural fact

We are creatures of habit

Most people operate on the limbic system and react

It’s the higher neo-cortex

We must keep intact

Ancient wisdom or modern psychology

Where do you place your trust?

Which sources are accurate?

Which sources are just?


Make good on promises to yourself

Make good on promises to yourself

Before you make them to others

If you want perspective

Ask the children of addicted mothers

Even the most privileged

Will fail to learn many life lessons

If they Bury themselves

In the trinkets of their possessions

Many do not have a clear path

On the road of their Intentions

They do not observe the warning sign-posts

That are in contravention


Philosopher’s word salad

“what” asks to identify

“Who” asks for a name

“When” asks for a time

“How” asks to explain

“Where” asks for a location

Some will say to ask “Why” is insane

Who, what, when, where, why and how?

They all are to blame

Wittgenstein had thoughts of pictures

To communicate this is what we do

Language is an abstract association

Symbolic objects the currency we convey to “view”

Plato called upon the forms

Aristotle first causes and the study of being

The Greek Metaphysician

Inspiring the contemporary Ontology scene

Funny that asking questions

Produce more questions that will confuse

The nature of reality

The words that we use and construe

Philosopher’s word salad

Both east and west takes on true

You cannot name the “Tao”

The cosmological stew


Usually rendered by taking the red pill

Freshly cut lawn

Beautiful warm day

The fragrance of grass and hibiscus

The olfactory senses of May

I bask in the light with the butterflys

Feeling the breeze on my skin

The visual beauty is astonishing

A treasure of the soul within

Hunger will enhance our taste

Water will quench our thirst

The spiritual offerings from a loved one

May calm us at our worst

Whether it be an empirical tendency

Or a rationalist will

The balance in the musings of the human condition

Usually rendered by taking the red pill


Crimes against humanity

Embedded partisan bureaucrats

Some will call the deep state

Unelected bodies

Determining the peoples fate

When you shine the light on these cockroaches

That have infiltrated us deep and wide

The executive, the legislative, and the judicial

The world will eventually see what they want to hide

2000 mules

The southern border and the Great Reset

The green new deal

The fall of the fiat currency with unsustainable debt

America was hijacked

We the people the patriots now take control

The Communist and Globalist plandemic

The Ukrainian biolab casserole

Crimes against humanity

Taiwanese bio labs may be next

Devolution now in place

Just read the presidential PED text


Not all is what it seems

What is possible May not be probable

What May feel good May not be good

Not all is what it seems

As this should be understood

Your wisdom in life

Will be tested many times

What are the rules you live by?

What was the punishment for the crimes?

Adopt or learn a moral ethic

Something tried, tested, and true

Live by this code that you stand for

Make everyone know this is you

This task will not be easy

Mistakes will be made along the way

There is a reason we have forgiveness

The opportunity to make good on another day

You will not be forsaken

The losses will be fewer than the gain

Do not be fooled by the rhetoric

Much of which is in vain


How do you measure the sorrow?

Trauma induced suffering

The most pernicious malaise of man

How do you measure the sorrow?

Ask the Buddha if you can

Emotional scars are lasting

Intelectual scars can be treated

But it will take much effort

When the soul has been depleated

There are many who live in quiet desperation

Sometimes they do not even identify

Only the courageous will discover a path

Just how many will comply?


Through mind and body

Some of my fondest memories

Lie on a Southern California beach

Sand between my toes

The Sun I beseech

The oil on my skin

Turns me dark and brown

After this relaxing day

I’ll turn back to town

Like the Sun

Irradiating my body physique

Ideas from a great book

Stimulates the intellect I seek

Through mind and body

The spiritual realm on display

Easiest to be seen

In the picture of Dorian Gray

If you nourish the body

If you nourish the mind

If you nourish the soul

Than maybe you will find

A noble truth

A better life

Reduce the cause

That leads to strife


From whom shall we hide?

If you kneel at the alter of your sin

And bow down to the path of your destruction

Than you must eventually face

A self imposed abduction

How many of us

Compromised our common sense?

Subdue our better judgement?

Just what side do you stand on the fense?

If and when you awake

Upon self-realization

A chance for change

With self-indignation

Light eviscerates darkness

Forgiveness will always atone

The highest form of love

Is that we are never ever alone

My brother once told me

The universe will provide

To whom will we seek absolution?

From whom shall we hide?