The Superior Man

If you look for the bad in people

You will surely find it

Best to look for the good

And then get behind it

Blessings pass through

The mutual values we possess

The benefactor’s proxy

To those whom have expressed

Trust may beget trust

But wisdom you must employ

To invest in the prudent is worthy

To invest in the foolish can destroy

Pay it forward

The golden rule

To give of yourself

Is maybe the crown jewel

Replenish your soul

Through the path of wisdom-or the path of good deeds

The superior man shares in this relationship

Despite any of his needs


If we Consume What is Dark

I have to quiet my soul

When resentment is in my heart

I have to replenish it with good thoughts

Like the beginning of a new day giving us a new start

When you feel tread upon

There is good reason to forgive

You allow your heart to remove the remorse

You become no longer combative

If we consume what is dark

We align ourselves in part

To disruptive emotions

We rarely outsmart


A Dark Cloud Looms Over

A house on the corner

When we reside in the house of shame

Our memories are not forgotten

Will they always linger and remain?

When we reside in the house of ignorance and petulance

Shell shock and PTSD

Does it become the norm

On from the age of three?

And in the house of anger

There is no love shown

A special place in hell

For those who have not grown

A dark cloud looms over

The house of misery

Destroying lives for generations

Perpetuating dysfunction within the family


I’m Not Trying to Tell you What to Believe

The meandering thoughts

That go through my head

Wandering around

When I lie down in my bed

Our dreams are created

From content we make

Borrowed from our life experiences

That sometimes come to us when we wake

I’ve noticed that my sub-conscious

Seems to enter into the mix

Unable to control this while sleeping

Oh how the mind plays its tricks

Working out problems

Sometimes behind the scenes

A conscious mind partially active

When there are no other means

I sometimes write down

A journal of what I can remember

They tell me a story

Of this prominent charter member

And so I forge on

Don’t build a virtual prison around your thoughts

Circular reasoning will never

Connect all the dots

I’m not trying to tell you what to believe

I’m only trying to tell you how to proceed





I Am the Enemy of the Better Me

I am the enemy of the better me

When I find ways of defeat

I think

The only way to win is cheat

If you dig yourself into a hole

The further you get the farther you go

Where you stop

Only you control

Conflict will arise

When you meet reality

Your ego will resist

As you relinquish your objectivity

If you abandon your sense of purpose

Your moral compass is lost

Your journey has no direction

Can you imagine what is the cost?



Do we agree?

Is it fate?

What binds our experience?

When we communicate?

Are we vulnerable?

When we relate?

Do you feel like me?

When we commiserate?

Are we on or are we off?

Maybe not me, maybe not you

Call the bluff

Give the devil his due

Wise man told me…good, better, best

Don’t let it rest

Till the good is better

And the better is best

Find the center

Find a path

Navigate with caution

In the aftermath

Attract the positive

Look only for the good

Stand out from the shadows

Where you once stood

Be strong enough to know

When you relate in the pyre

Everything turns to ash

If you let it burn in the Fire


Thus On with the Quest

What goes up must come down

Why don’t the astronauts in low orbit

Never see the world

Spin round and round?

What is the purpose?

What is the aim?

Why does NASA only use a fisheye lens?

Photoshop is just a game

Show me the curvature?

The proofs you provide I can falsify

And when I see clouds behind the sun

These are pictures and videos that do not lie

The moon is in tidal lock

And we never see it rotate

Yet every object in the sky is spherical

And so goes the debate

Gravity from a Free Mason

Yet he was an Alchemist on his behest

Why adopt just one?

Thus on with the quest

You may scorn and scoff

Scientism a religion at best

I continue to ask questions

You continue to blindly follow the rest