domingo, 25 de junho de 2017

A president


The grey carpet
Like the hair left
wrapping around a bald,
flecked head

Around the portrait
to seek comfort
From the outside scheming
The walls inside the core of a nation

And when they can't dance or sleep
Then nostalgia and decoration
The colors on a flag
The wrinkles on a face

The smirk by the way
of some well delivered power play
The curtains have served
Eyelids on the greatest eye

Grey oh grey
All laws have holes
and fingers keys
Organs lube

Nothing outside

All true power from the heart
Give up self pity and the complaints as useless as slurry
Grow into yourself like a rightful thickness
Leave behind the doubt the doubters
Witness their downfall without judgement
Participate in goodness
Worship strength and compassion
Let those who insist on pain be
Wallow in the sunlight
The full force of life is with you
Passive complainers be harvested by their own negativity
Rise above it all

All true power comes from the pure heart


quarta-feira, 21 de junho de 2017

In their presence

The spirits in collusion
Surround us now like priests
Each blessing us with more power
Each permitting us further

In all the world we seek the flow of the righteous energy
It gets the best of us too often and we lose it like a favorite book

Some of these spirits worship us until dusk
when they fall back into shadow car crash sudden
And it is we who must worship ourselves as darkness finds our faults
The spirits in collusion lift us as we awake

Spear sword or dagger
Not a soldier nor a begger
Taught to believe we were alone from birth
The spirits dance

Let it not be in vain
And when they come to tend us
To open the gates on our prison of perceptions
Let us all awaken

Ever blessed with their presence
Let them help us create

Acute evolution toward the firmament



Doubt has been strewn out across the floor
like a field of wounded soldiers in death throes
The cloud hangs down just low enough for the young man to grab it
Bring it all down like a mega pinãta, slash it -stab it
break it open hungry jaws chomping the contents

The young man stood, looking over the prize, symbolic prom queen half naked in his arms
Fire brewing in his hands like a magician with a gallon of charm
Doors all open like his eyes now running on unleaded ambition
Flammable optimism that burns everything but him

Pushing the walls back and marching over these carbon stained lands
What will I plant in these wilted soils asks the young man
Tilling the earth he grabs the sky one more time
The brazen boy plants the whole horizon

Ohh some say he went too far
As he waters it each day with one million liters of Bellion

Truth
Generosity
Ascension

Power in the dawn-seeking bliss

This new day will require all my power
Shaking in the dark of the dawn not ready to cower
Face the stars last farewell as the sky lights up to play
The new strength is a strange steel working it's way into my veins

The words in this line tremble with that leaf growth acceleration
I'm all over the morning like breakfast plates, yawns and first blast showers
A thousand times the man with just enough will to allow it
Flexing for the sun rise and auditing the life lies

First ray hits me, I hit it with my Wednesday body
Wind sending goodwill as it passes my heart optimistic and bloody
Ears transmitting appreciation toward my true sense of god
Getting an inch closer to that perfect version of myself

Who engineered the mirror
made it me in the foot of creation getting clearer
In the thick and thin of the cosmos
in the garage of time, being made a boss

Lets blame the dawn, Yet I thank it handshake real smile uplifting
Reward my true sense of god and watch life pass from the cliff
That overlooks the wondrous existence we were delivered
Words askew that invited me to be a better man to live this
Flexing for the first light like some comic hero seeking bliss

Awaken
Trust
Flex
Deliver

quarta-feira, 14 de junho de 2017

Don't exchange the milkshake

From the time we see to the time we are gone
like a short lived breeze struggling to blow on
World a magic milkshake or a sewer pipe
What slogan sticks to your chosen brand of life

For the time goes quickly like day's sunshine is shone
Want the next big dream, sacrifice is the ponder
Let go of one thing you are fond of?
Death walks, is life too short to spend in wonder?

From the time we were knee high without the cons
Marvelous imagination kept sorcery in our wands
The World an adventure film based on our wants
growing up to become conformed and ensconced

Not a free thought to cast
Oh god put back the twinkle
When that child like spark is lost
The cost is triple

Versions of the truth that serve adolescent minds
convenient lies that adults indulge to break soul ties
Tools of their trades like sewer pipes
Instead of magic milkshakes and dreams so ripe

quarta-feira, 7 de junho de 2017

Love I'm sure

What will keep you going when the wagon breaks?
How will hope be an egg ready to hatch?
What do you even live for?
Love I'm sure

Where will you go when all doors are shut
even the familiar ones, now closed?
Where can you find that open door?
In love I'm sure

How can you form the kind of life that inspires you?
That gets your heart full of enthusiasm?
That makes the spirit rich no matter how poor
Again I'm sure that by love it's formed

Simple claim that seems so strong
That make life less tough
The universe most sacred law
is love I'm sure