Monthly Archives: September 2014

Free

I.

Why is it me that you would fear?

Because I’m one the world cannot steer?

That I walk a path that’s truly mine?

That it’s freedom that’s brought me here?

I propose,

My way is my own,

While I reject the norm.

You only see a fault,

In my singular form.

II.

For what reason would you find me strange?

‘Cause for no other I’ll rearrange?

That my life can be lived alone?

That from others I remain estranged?

I propose,

No other is a fit,

For me and a tight knit.

You see loneliness,

And refusal to commit.

III.

What part of me might cause your concern?

Perhaps a mind set free to discern?

That I reject that which can’t be proven?

That all superstition have I spurned?

I propose,

My mind is unique,

Maybe not what you seek.

You simply disagree,

You’re curiously piqued.

IV.

It is not just I,

But also my mind that remains free.

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Swan Song

I.

Shall it be an act of loving kindness,

A heartfelt moment of selfless giving?

My recognition that life’s truest gift,

Comes in unrequited giving?

II.

Shall it be words of love and caring,

A soul will carry for their lifetime?

Providing one in need of comfort,

With words of solitude and peace?

III.

Shall it be a final human touch,

Gentle and oh so full of love?

An embrace within a time of need,

Solace provided among life’s storm?

IV.

For what shall be my swan song?

My mortality now overwhelms,

It comes into an ever-sharp focus,

Looming much more closely than distant.

V.

Shall I act, speak or touch,

Let my final act within mortal coil,

Be filled with love and peace,

For this is my one and final swan song.

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Come Out

I.

Dare not to march to the populists’ drum,

Be separate, daring and bold.

Come out!

II.

Defy the yoke of conformity,

Stand fast in your resolve.

Come out!

III.

Lay waste to those who cast you down,

Be mindful of who you are, what you are.

Come out!

IV.

Turn a deaf ear to society’s aspersions,

Celebrate character that defines you.

Come out!

V.

Ignore bigotry, hatred and prejudice,

Love who you are and who you want.

Come out!

VI.

Now let us go and be who and what we are.

I’ll proudly carry the banner and be first to,

Come out!

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Stream

I.

Sitting quietly upon the banks,

From the purest source I have drank.

It flows crisply, ever gently down,

In its depths I could easily drown.

II.

The sounds are calming and soothing,

They remove my feelings of brooding.

The currents bring relaxation,

My troubles come to cessation.

III.

Whisked to a place only I know,

Before me the tributary flows.

Soon I know that I will be blessed,

Swimming the stream of my consciousness.

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Within

I.

Conscious; simultaneously unconscious.

Thinking; meanwhile thoughts lost.

Memories; suppressed experiences.

Belief; cognitive dissonance.

II.

What is within is either easily grasped,

Or has become inexorably locked away.

All we are is not all we think,

Nor is our reality all we feel.

III.

Teased by portions of our capacities,

We are prevented from accessing the remainder.

Jailed deep within our recesses,

A vast repository.

IV.

I seek the key to unlock the vault,

To pull from the depths the hidden.

To reclaim that which is mine,

That was hidden away by strange forces.

V.

Is my experience my true reality,

Or is reality only what I have determined it to be?

Is the person I have become genuine,

Or does a better version of me lie within?

VI.

If a new truth is buried inside me,

Then I must demand to control it.

For better or worse, all that I contain is mine,

And I must learn to master all that I am.

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Someday

I.

Someday when far advanced into your years,

Think back to today and the joy it brought.

Perchance reflect upon the lessons taught.

Remembrance pierced by your smiles or your tears.

II.

When your bones are frail and your sight is dim,

Recollect the one entranced by your grace,

One ensnared by the beauty of your face.

Ne’er curse nor deny your memory of him.

III.

As your final days are passing away,

Recall how it was his love that you spurned,

Sending him to hiding not to return,

Love that is left to die with him someday.

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Today I Die

I.

In the presence of the reflection,

Shall I choose to cast my eyes,

Upon the figure staring at me,

This bit of twisted manhood?

II.

Maybe I should depart this scene,

Allowing his image to fade,

Becoming dimmer with each step,

Taken in the opposite direction.

III.

Contrary to intuition I remain,

Rooted in place, resolute.

Slowly my eyes are raised,

To cast their gaze on the image.

IV.

Fears are confirmed at first glance,

A terrible, empty man stares back.

A weathered, rutted face expresses,

Years lived, perhaps endured.

V.

Hollow, dull eyes peer at me,

Their disturbing lack of spark,

Testifies to lost youthfulness,

A staid and fixed mind.

VI.

Closer examination determines,

The loss of the cosmic spark,

A mind fixed and enclosed.

The condition is terminal.

VII.

So hopeless has this man become,

That no course of action shall cure him.

Bearing witness to his affliction,

His relief can only be gained through destruction.

VIII.

Perchance through death may he awake,

Cognitive functions rising to new heights,

Gray matter in harmony with the universe,

Creating a fully-realized consciousness.

IX.

I choose to die this death.

Today I die.

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Mind: Detached

I.

The moon is bright, the sun is dark,

Dogs meow, cats bark.

My eyes hear, my ears see,

Feeling is smell, taste is sound.

II.

It is my mind that is regurgitating,

Spewing out its thoughts, its neurons.

Memories and gray matter come forth,

Uncontrolled, wildly, vividly, beautifully.

III.

Neural pathways become highways,

Of consciousness, un-conconsciousness.

No stem, no lobe, no right or left brain,

Mixed, stirred it all pours into a river.

IV.

My mind is no longer mine,

It is detached, independent, external.

Freely, words form in the ether,

I am watching as my mind works.

V.

Reality is fake, back is front,

North is west, down is sideways.

Inside is upside, before is after,

Beginning and end are now one.

VI.

Now watching as my mind takes control,

Seizing the pen from my frozen hand.

Gladly now I see the true author,

Has been released from its prison.

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Do You See Me Now?

I.

I’m willing to sacrifice,

to trade my mind,

for what I have to offer.

It’s who I am.

Do you see me now?

II.

I’ll give away my life,

to give up pleasures,

in order to create anew.

It’s who I am.

Do you see me now?

III.

I will lower expectations,

in all other lifetime pursuits,

to make an original mark.

It’s who I am.

Do you see me now?

IV.

I’ll give away my days,

take on an early grave,

to create that worthy of art.

It’s who I am.

Do you see me now?

V.

Or do you tune me out,

ignoring what I have to say,

to force me to conform?

That’s who YOU are. Or –

Do you not hear me now?

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Only Live

I.

You are here only for a spell.

The days you are given are few.

Suddenly, time will expire,

And you will take leave of this world.

II.

For whom do you arise?

What purpose raises you from slumber?

Which destiny moves your feet?

Does your mind seek acceptance?

III.

For what design is your life given?

Are others allowed to assay you?

Do you prevent their manipulation?

Or do you dance as a marionette?

IV.

For what power, what force do you move?

Who and what has mastered you?

Were you stolen, sold into slavery?

Entombed by the chains of servitude?

V.

Loose yourself from this invisible grip!

Slip from this mental yoke that binds you!

Reclaim the mind that is yours!

Establish your autonomy of thought!

VI.

Meaning only comes with knowledge.

Knowledge only comes to an open mind.

Stand ready as an open vessel.

For only then are you truly alive.

VII.

Stand alone.

Stand convicted.

Be separate.

Be fearless.

VIII.

Your mind.

Your convictions.

Your meaning.

Only live.

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