Aphorisms

 "The smell of a world that is burned"

- Jimi Hendrix

“Power at its most vicious is a riposte to powerlessness.”

- Simone de Beauvoir

"When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?"

- Eleanor Roosevelt (italics ar mine)

"Sure he (Fred Astaire) was great, but don't forget that Ginger Rogers did everything he did, ...backwards and in high heels.”

- Bob Thaves, “Frank and Ernest” comic strip 

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.  

Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

"And nothing natural is evil"

-Marcus Aurelius

"The unexamined life is not worth living"

"Let he that would move the world first move himself"

"From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate"

- Socrates

(These seem  to be my call signs.  Incredible.)

"History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there."

- George Santayana

"The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

"And that's the thing

Do you recognize the bell of truth

When you hear it ring"

-Leon Russell

"For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction."

-Lord Byron

"I've got some words to say about the way we live today. 

Why can't we learn to love each other.

It's time to learn a new face for the whole world wide human race."

-Leon Russell

"We are what we repeatedly do. Therefore, excellence is not an act, but a habit."

-Aristotle

(Boy, does that apply)

"A little learning is a dangerous thing

Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring"

-Alexander Pope

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

― Albert Einstein

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”

― George Eliot

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

― Stephen Chbosky

"I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken"

-Bob Dylan

"One who asks a question feels like a fool for a moment.  One who refuses to ask a question feels a fool for a lifetime."  Or, a sentient race remains a fool for millennia.

-Japanese proverb (just the quotation part)

Humanity remains a dilettante at sentience, a poser.  We're on the threshold of something more, something human.

The human race is doing a fine job of acting like an animal with too much brains and no sense.  When will the human race begin acting like a human with love in its heart and sense in its head?

It's not about the individual being human.  It is about the human race being human. 

"Tone"

 Tone

Just a change of tone is what we'll find

As all of loving  filters through mankind

The spinal fire ignites, a steady flame

Eye to eye, the loving is the fame

The structures of mankind begin to soften

Love produces sanity more often

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"Man destroyed, woman destroyed"

The title to this poem is a modification of the title of a book by Simone de Beauvoir, Woman Destroyed.

Man becomes hobbled with waning of truth
As lifetime progresses from bounds of his youth
Deceit is embedded so deep below skin
As misleading message sinks deeply within
Man could be coruscant, shining so bright
Except for embarrassment hid in the night
The man is befuddled as lie fades from view
Deceit in the heart as the specters renew
Now, comes a lady, the heart of desire
Lighting the essence, release spinal fire
Deceit in the loving encompasses life
Deep in the heart, lust plunges the knife
The fire is not lit, but the woman endures
'Til the bane of the man escalates and ensures
That the man is unhinged and unreason pours out
Then, only then, is the woman in rout

Unreason comes forth in so many forms

But all, in their essence, resembling storms

Seeking the love, while the heart does pursue

But, falling away, as they're falling for you

Or, ranting distractions to hide from the view

The failure men know, as the loving comes due

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I thought I would try a few poems to convey these very foreign ideas.  Maybe that will work for some people. 

Simone de Beauvoir was a genius.  She clearly knew the woman was not at fault for humanity's predicament.  Her work, Woman Destroyed, led to this poem.  

What she, understandably, missed was that, perplexingly, the man is destroyed first, causing all of the havoc.  He doesn't seem destroyed because it was bred into him to act like everything was alright.  The man learns early to put on an act displaying himself as confident and sure, even though, deep in his heart, he knows he is destroyed.  There lies all of our confusion.

From reading many of her works, it becomes clear that she never admitted to herself that men have fuct up our situation thoroughly since day one.  She started the trend that all that was needed was for women to break free.  I wish it were so simple.  She always focused on the desperate struggle of the women's freedom, never suspecting that, until the man is freed from his bane, no one can be free.  It's understandable.  It was a man's issue to discover the issue that men have endured.  

If you don't think humanity's affairs are a mess (the general overall dysfunction and destruction), then you have a much higher tolerance for stupidity, viciousness, and unreason than me.

This makes me want to rewrite The Garden Of Eden and lay fault where it really belongs.  It's really a minor tweak.

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The depth of these poems escaped me until now, almost a decade after I wrote them. The poems contained far more meaning than I ever realized.  The poems are like a condensed version, a shorthand, of the nine books I wrote.

I stopped writing poetry on the subject years ago for a couple of reasons.  It was necessary, as I  became convinced that the general public would never read the poetry regarding the bane of mankind, much less understand it.  (like I said, it took me about a decade to figure the complexity of this poem out for myself, a lot of the meaning is somewhat hidden) (funny thing.  I have never touched this poem since I wrote it).  So, I began writing the books.  They are thorough, if somewhat laborious.  What can I say?  Three thousand years we have been held in thrall.  So, yeah, it's complicated.  I am now uncertain whether either, poetry or prose, will ever get through.  There was another reason I moved away from this subject in poetry.  I found beauty, angst, and despair where I least expected it and it just about killed me.  I was also overwhelmed and wrote about six hundred poems (I think it's about eight hundred now) about the most amazing woman I had ever encountered (along with  the eight (twelve) books of prose on our sentience and lack thereof).  (She is incredibly unique.  New under the sun, though She will never admit it - She even wrote something that describes the situation perfectly from a woman's point of view!  Of course, in shorthand.  It actually highlights an interesting point: the situation has changed some since the days of Simone. in many ways, due to Simone)   Ummm, let me just clarify.  As Desiderata so perfectly explains, every step along the way, as full of anguish and anger as it has been, have been necessary.

It probably sounds crazy but rhoetry works to secure my intuitive thoughts.  To nail them to the wall, so to speak.  They explain everything so well for me.  Just not for anyone else.  I cannot be the least bit ambiguous, which is why I turned to prose (to my lasting regret - it works, it was necessary, it's just that I'd rather be writing poetry and I'd rather be writing about my favorite subject)  "Intuitive" thoughts, in essence, are collecting a number of observations of our bizarre, unfulfilled existence and piecing them together into partial answers to what I knew in my heart was true (kinda the ultimate intuitive thought): humanity can be whole and put away the animal forever.  

With poetry, my conscious mind gets caught up in the technical details of creating the rhyme and the rhythm.  That allows the rest of my mind to roam free through the subconscious to connect observations regarding human life collected over a very long lifetime (in other words, I didn't kill myself off at 30.  just saying). Most of my life was spent observing, not interacting; the prehuman condition does not agree with me at all.  All I could do was observe the insane antics of an insane prehuman race and, then, analyze like crazy using prose).

Let's see if I can convey in prose what this particular poem hints at.  I was inspired for this poem by Simone de Beauvoir and, in particular her book, Woman Destroyed.  It was read soon after my intuitive realization that men are broken and there is no need for it to remain so (I read a lot of Simone).  Understandable, since she is of the gender that is not the source of our insanity.  The best a woman can do is attempt to break free from the awful grip.  Men are the ones that need to gain their humanity.

I am still not sure if she got that men have always been playing a shell game on humanity.  "Look over there, not over here!"  Again, understandably.  How could she possibly understand how failing to love breaks a person?  A woman never fails to love (read the books.  that is not as you may think) until the ability is beaten out of her, either figuratively, mentally, or physically.  

Her husband was bad news.   Besides being an awful husband, Sartre also pisses me off because existentialism is a perfect example of the shell game (see poem "Escapism").  The shell game of the male gender:  "Look over there, not over here!" I guess another quote to describe it might be, "Look at this shiny new toy!"  It is always a game of distraction.  He's worse than any scifi author because the scifi author at least admits that it is all fiction.

Basically, the male gender has always been so desperate to hide its failing, that they have been scamming ever since they realized their failure and failed to overcome it.  Let me emphasize, it is easily overcome - for a human.  Instead, we got "look over there!" for more than three millennia.  And, it has just been continually getting worse.  Look around.

Because the male gender had to scam in order to attempt to hide its failing.  That has been the biggest disaster of our existence.  If only we had owned up to the awful failure that does not need to remain.  The scam artist became a trait of the gender.  That can change in a virtual heartbeat.  

So, to get to the point, man is destroyed first.  He was destroyed long ago.  He can never attain his humanity until he puts away the scam artist.  He has passed it down to every single male descendent in every generation in one form or another.  For no good reason!!!!

If you have not read my books you may have difficulty following this, so let me just emphasize that there is no reason for the failure to continue.  Men have endured it all along because animal life had endured it for a billion years before that.  Animals can't do a damn thing about it but humans can.  All we need do is wake up and invoke our sentience.  No pills, acrobatics, alternatives, or appurtenances required.  We are not just animals.

You have no idea how badly it pisses me off that it had to come down to me to grasp this fact and, more importantly, that it took a lifetime to do so.  If men had not been scamming all along, and making stupid prophetic utterances in their early thirties (always trying to bask in the damned spotlight), they would have figured it all out long ago.

By the way, I am beginning to believe that the next big step, after we gain mastery of our sentience, will be to fully understand the Trajectory of Life (as described in some of my later books).  Until we take the next, the human, sentient step in the Trajectory of Life by fulfilling our sentient state, we are still just an animal.  We will not have enough information to project where the Trajectory of Life is leading animate existence.

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As I tweaked this rhoem, I went to tweak it in your book only to find I had never put it there.  I don't think I will, unless a protest is submitted.

"The heart"

This is what it has always been about for me.

The heart is now the master recognized

As all of life, in context, I reprise

All the pain the heart had to endure

Yet, patient, as the heart sought to adjure

To strip away the blinds and find a way

Assuage all grief and, lastly, to allay

All pomp and circumstance that I assay

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All of these poems (about 40?) that I just blasted out have been written for years.  2018? 2017?

My original intent was to post them, once a year on Aug 28.  It would have lasted well after I was gone.  But, that was when I still had confidence that humanity would catch on and Google didn't have an end of life policy.  Some are newly published.  Some are not.  Some have been available for only one person to read to date.   Most have been available to none.

I'm feeling a bit frustrated with it all, right now (to put it lightly).  I guess I never will understand prehumanity.  Not that I really care to, except for the purpose of conveying that they can be human.  Maybe that's part of my problem with conveying what is so crucial to understand. 

I know I'm being impatient but, you see, I'm running out of time here, ... as well as patience.  I don't really believe that prehumanity is dumber than a bag of hammers.  Humanity will get it, sooner or later.  I just really wish I could have seen the dumbstruck look on a few of the faces when they got it.  I guess what really always baffled me is the silence of the many.  So many have nothing to say.  It's confounding.

The poem was also written before I found Aristotle's very enlightening comment regarding the heart.

I also ran across a philosophy by Pascal just lately regarding after death, gods, and nothing.  I am amused to say I came to the same conclusion when I was about 14.  Another nice consistency emphasizing reincarnation, the other alternative to gods and nothing.  Figuring out reincarnation, by the way, took a little longer.  Okay, a lot longer.  But, fictitious gods and nothing was quite easy when faced with three deaths close together in time and of significance to me.

Humanity transcends the animal with love.  Love has a source.  It was the second one that tripped us up for three millennia.

"The Rhyme"

It comes upon me like the wind that blasts across the sea
Unbidden, not unwelcome, is the rhyme I write to free
The words and thoughts that clutter up within my searching mind
All of life's sweet treasures and the conundrums unkind
A puzzle in the writing and a puzzle in the end
The words and thoughts and meaning that combine into a blend
That free the dreams so hidden in the corners of my mind
Now, I finally see that which, before, my eyes were blind

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"Double Vision"

 

Like ghosting of a landscape that obscures the forward path
Which is ghost and which is real is in the aftermath

The spectre of what there could be
Instead of beast's insanity
Is only part of all I see
The aching of once flexing bones
The fading of the crowns and thrones
Has followed close upon the heal of tones
The ancient felt that life is more
As if to settle some old score
And, once again, the lion's roar
When you see through life with such precision
It seems as if a form of double vision

On occasion, it breaks my heart

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"Crazy"

Is it crazy to believe that, in this life, there's something more
That hidden in a corner there's a present that's in store
For all that seek the answer to a puzzle so complex
That only hearts can find it; for the mind it will perplex
The stars and moons and vastness of all of time and space
Cannot provide the answer and the will cannot replace
A tender word or two can brush across the windswept plains
Bringing views of heaven midst the joyous falling rains
But magic is within the heart and brings its own sweet peace
The magic that can work its ways and bring the sweet release
Just crazy 

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"That only hearts can find it"  Funny.  I wrote that before discovering Aristotle's quote.

"The Garden"

In the garden was the love, but not what most would think
A long and deepest draught of what it is one needs to drink
To fill the cornucopia, it starts along the spine
Emotions run the rampant way, so need this to refine
To read the book and feel the thrill, the essence is the touch
All the heart must be aflame, emotions follow such
The dwindling of delight is seen but never recognized
As dwindling of the kindle as the fire is compromised
No flame can burn so brightly and no love can ever shine
Unless the fire is quickened as it's felt along the spine

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"No more than a child"

The mysteries of life don't pale at all
Constantly, I hear the wildness call
The whisper of sweet tears are shed with pride
All misery, a measure set aside

The thunder of the calling of mankind's humanity
The whisper of the words that speak of mankind's sanity
Are a simple thought, in heart complete
Humanity as human, heart replete
No more the animal, so crass and base
Reaching for that goal, the heart does race

Naiveté, the thoughts of simple child
Shakes the rafters loose with something wild
Shocked by the stupidity of man
Reinforced by thought that loving can
Become a force more powerful than fools
The power of the love rewrites the rules

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"Unscripted"

All the wonders of this life I ponder
Through vast array of miracles I wander
What, in this world, alone, makes life complete
The longing duly filled, abyss replete
A hint is found within your subtle grace
The corner of the eye perceives a trace
A glinting and the sparkle set the pace
A sense that, here at last, with heart and lace
'Tis not the cupboard 'neath the stairway's steps
Long forgotten cobwebs, vague concepts
That rattle through the mind upon the way
Through scattered miracles in vast array
Protecting heart's thin walls in times of need
Seeing way through false and crippled creed
That steady as the gaze upon your eye
The sense of hope remains, again, I try
The answer is this heart of you and I
And spinal fire that lights the very sky

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"Burn down the house"

A whipping wind approaches habitation
Presentiment of final abdication
From broken views and mankind's relegation
The end of all of mankind's aberration
A flare of fire in spinal conflagration
Burning down the house of aggravation
Rebuilding, now, a house of approbation

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"Passion"

Along her slender, tender form, explore my fingertips

For building of the ardour brought by ecstasy and lips

Upon her eyes, my eyes will rest, my hips will rock her hips

With  a slow and passionate crescendo of eclipse

The stunning passion builds as sentience unzips

The lust into its human form of love's relationships

The mind is lost in thoughts and care

'Tis more than what this heart can bear

"Man"

I've been a warrior, been a poet, all things that I can

Now I find, at last, that I have transformed into man

For all the lives, for all the time, the constant conundrum

At last, through untold misery, the course through which I've run

I am man

Not an animal seeking only its own pleasure

I am man

Not a fool accepting only leisure

Disabled by his lack

In anger, striking back

At the failure of coitus

"Love and Lust"

Heart, the closest confidante, nonplussed
By reeling of emotions we should trust
So, when the spinal fire is turned to dust
Love, the infinite, corrodes to lust

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"Satisfaction"

The satisfaction that we all desire
The purpose that embodies life's own fire
The charge that sparks the reasons and the sight
That lights the candles beggaring the night
Is all contained within the sum of one
The woman lights the way like setting sun
True satisfaction comes without a cost
As the transcendental's slowly crossed
The satisfaction now becomes the norm
Life and all its hardships now reform
When love, unbounded, blossoms all attune
That setting sun becomes as bright as noon

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"Spinal fire"

It may sound mystic, please excuse
Brutishness I still refuse
I accept as mankind's case
The spinal fire and love and lace
There's nothing mystic in my dream
But, hardest facts within a theme
A little thought and you will see
That all these thoughts that come from me
Are just the simple facts
Our lives become so damned confused
So nonsense-laced while we refused
To recognize the axe
I've leashed the fury in my bones
For stupidness that rides the thrones
While mankind acts a child
It's burned my life, make no mistake
But mankind's sanity's at stake
Because we acts so wild
Unleash the love and purity
The spinal fire will set us free
Once we learn to do it right
A sentient creature in its might

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#Spinalfire

"Orion in the sky"

Gazing down on man, he holds his bow
And drifts across the sky in steady flow
Spinning 'cross all time to watch the show
With grim anticipation of the blow
Surprise transforms his face to see the glow
As mankind finally comes to life to know
He watches spinal fire increase and grow

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"The great society"

Picture, if you will, a bright society of love
Like mist that settles on the mind and all the workings of
Our current way of life in which a pall on life exists
The bane of ages long ago, by reflex we assist
As the clutter of the past is slowly brushed aside
The loving of the woman's heart will finally reside
I paint a picture of the painful nonsense from the past
But, picture now, instead of that, society recast
Hearten as the days of light remove
The blinders, showing ways in which we prove
That love and heart and spinal fire is way in which we move

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"Threads"

Sunglass sheen removed the blinding glare
For eyes that looked for destiny's repair
The blinding love of all humanity
And love for one beyond eternity
One thread is spun in throes of celebration
Purest form of highest borne elation
That thread runs through from here unto the end
'Tis spun from lifetimes' meaning to ascend
Witness to the will could not contend
That thread of love, life's witness to attend
Clarifying vista's candor drew
Potential future etched into the view
The weather has destroyed the current form
But keel beneath has righted ship in storm
All the jumbled words were spun to thread
The silences became a voice instead
Some threads lead back into the distant past
Frayed and ragged threads ancestors cast
That muddled thread is tied into a knot
Producing all delusions and the rot
Threads of our unreason, constant flapping in the breeze
The long conditioned thought that these were mankind's legacies
Acceptance of the ragged threads' distortions must elapse
The glare is now removed and all the banes of life collapse
The sanity of man, the ruling thread within the weave
Remains no longer casualty that mankind must aggrieve
The fire along the spine that speaks of sanity's decree
Unites the couple in the tangled lovers' hearts' esprit
Naïveté, disparaged thread, no longer frayed away
The fire along the spine precedes the coming of new day
Unreason's house is burning, ash of all calamity
New vision spun in thread conveys life's high intensity
The woven threads of poems linked in vast complexity
The Tapestry of living in reduced perplexity
And, now, the final thread within the weave
Is clear, so all the nonsense now can leave

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"Cause and effect"

We rule by attacking effects of our bane
Rather than ending the cause of our pain
Bewildered by nonsense, unreason obscures
The source of all trouble that mankind endures
Misogyny, lies, and the violence at home
Come from one source, a beguiling syndrome
Sexism, racism, deceit, and all greed
All from one source, unfulfilled in one need
For men to rebalance the love of this life
Remove all the current beneath all the strife
Ruthless deceit resides close to the cause
All of those seemingly natural flaws
They clearly are not, for they have a root cause
Appearance of which, now, will give mankind pause
It's hard to explain and so hard to accept
For trained have we been to the secret we've kept
Cause, not effects, of the foment of man
Needs be addressed, not just mindlessly banned
We reach such a state that's without ruthlessness
By conditions which sanction; no longer duress
Effects that are foul drift away like the clouds
Revealing men's love that the bane of man shrouds

This is not just some nice dream.  It is truth.  Finally.

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"Pieces"

These verses are the pieces that, when taken as a whole
Begin to scratch the surface of the flaw in mankind's role
It is a winding way in which to sketch the picture out
But, only of its essence, to redress all shades of doubt
No answers just the spectral state of split infinity
Are noted in the pages writ of sentient poetry

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"Buried"

It's buried so deep that we slowly declined
The source of transcendence for all of mankind
Thrown in a grave and entombed deep beneath
Patterned behaviour, an ancient bequeath
That holds us in chains of unreason's deceit
From reasoning's presence, we only retreat
The boldness required to say we are more
Than baffling remnants, we need to explore
Magnificent beauty of life as could be
A sentient race with the will to be free
Of the chains and the dirt that were piled on the grave
Of sentient beauty, mistaken as knave
The shadows unseen in the corners of mind
Unhinges the wit and the heart of mankind
Love can emerge from the depths of that grave
As sentience teaches us how to behave

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"Changes"

Changes*

As the center, bursting forth, finds ways in which to grieve

Changes all about the center bring a late reprieve

Remarkable the shift in scene as clouds of life disperse

Weathered tone of wind and wear beginning to reverse

Fulcrum for this change in state, this gathering of forces

That sheds the armored tears away emboldened by two sources

Weight of trailing storm of human life remains no more

And confidence in heart's review of one whom I adore

Unleashed, the subtle forces strip the layers from the past

Returning to a pristine state with clarity steadfast

Enlightened in the changing of the states

New cards I throw upon the way of fates

Sanities, at last

and, now, something more than sanity.  sentience

"Juggernaut"

Break open all the nonsense we embrace
True satisfaction in the love and lace
Deranged, the wit that drives the human race
Find it gone, a whimper, without trace
Paradigms lock up the true demand
Creation put on hold at time's command
Madness from the past preserved as sense
Destruction is the pall that we dispense
Driven by the past and paradigm
Hostage to the juggernaut of time
Man must learn to rouse and clear the way
For just that case, I've spent a life to say
In satisfying spinal fire we reign
Finally, to end the source of pain
Magnificent, we are, when we embrace
Our sentience and find that gentle grace
No more the need to wait until we die
In hopes for some relief there that we spy
Stand our ground and let the wind pass by
And find the satisfaction we desire
Yes, it's hidden in the spinal fire

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"Humanity's dream"

The shattered dreams of man are lost at sea
In rising foment's vast complexity
But in a moment of reality
The simple truth of life came clear to see
Beneath the wave of constant frothing foams
One single wraith of nightmare darkly roams
Forcibly, its hidden from the view
Calamity was raised so to eschew
The simple fact that deep below it all
Embarrassment is hidden 'neath the pall
A silly thing, indeed, but that is fair
From simple minds of ancients' simple care
But, even deeper in the raging sea
Below the foment of complexity
Lies the glow humanity has dreamed
All it takes to end the wailings screamed
Demise of ancient nightmare, man redeemed

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"Escapism"

Escape from life began so long ago
Encumbered by a single witless woe
We turned our heads from all that should be real
Rather than along the spine to feel
So, entertainment in the form of fiction
Became all human life's extreme addiction
We bury our whole lives in the escape
Deception cloaks the life inside its cape
Fundamental to deception's fall
Fire along the spine for one and all

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"Portrait"

Stroke by stroke the brush portrays
A vision never seen
Reality of man betrays
The truth we've never gleaned
The colors bright, the background lush
A wonder to behold
With pensive thoughts with paint and brush
The picture does unfold

The portrait of man we attempt to portray
As glorious, bright; so we blame in dismay
The universe, brutish, but never betray
The heart of the problem, bewildering all
Is deep in the heart; once removed, we install
The fire of the passion that lights the love's flame
That love and the passion are one in the same
The image of man that can never reflect
Potential for beauty we've learned to neglect
Til the fire is installed in the depths of the heart
Bringing depths to the love that will never depart

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"Chain lightning"

I wish to wake up to a world that knows of sanity

A world in which mankind will know of its humanity

It streaks across the Earth to leave its brand

Chain lightning firing sparks across the land

I have no need to watch the spinal fire

Rescind humanity from state so dire

I'd just as soon vacation in the void

Returning once the heart has been deployed

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Exactly

"The wind of change"

A susurration that bemoans
A massive tidal wave
I feel it in my blood and bones
The shocks that misbehave
The wind of change surrounds me
As it sweeps the beach aside
Its pulse of life astounds me
As it shifts the very tide
I sense it in a wisp of air
As catamount I ride
Is this shift just my affair
Or mankind that's astride

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"The machine"

Rage all you want, it won't change a thing

The bell in the tower's resisting the ring

Rant at the foibles of mankind and sing

Of all of the pain that the nonsense can bring

But know that the fact is that as we discuss

Fact is machine that we rant at is us

Tweaking of this or of that will not do

For deep at the heart of it all is just you

Howl as you say that you're different from rest

History shows that we've failed in the test

The thinking's so frail from the inside of nest

Break open the life of our sentient best

For all of our past we have missed the sweet jest

We rail at machine as we further discuss

The scoop is the cogs of machine are just us

The fact is machine, all our trouble is thus

Beginning and end, while we're blinded, is us
Shout to the skies that you want to be free
The problem at hand is just you and me

And the lack of spinal fire

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"Innocence"

Innocence that has no flaw
So cries the heartbeat, ragged raw
The pain encumbered is the con
Not the heart that carries on
A cynic is a fool that slowly drinks the bitter dregs
Retaining ravished heart that only, of the cosmos, begs
No heart of mine would ever be so bitter
To pine each night in envy of the glitter

The conscience claims upon this day that life is more than not
The misery we often see is ancient spectre's rot
Decaying all it constitutes with negative impacts
My heart gives out its radiance, the landing gear retracts

It's time to move on from the nonsense we have all endured
Shedding the absurdity in which we've been inured
As conscience claims serenity
And focus claims eternity
The innocence will spread

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"Duality"

Life within the pale and pall
Yet, still the dreams that never stall
Bring unto affairs of men
A way in which we can defend
Our sanity, at last
Furied thought and idle mind
Duality of life defined
Ransom from the last escape
The remnants of the witless ape
Become a distant past
The severed waste of human life
The wallowing in stress and strife
The past of pain becomes just that
As fire along the spine stands pat
It is this dream I cast


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"Split infinity"

The revel and the balance become one
The centering of life, a shining sun
The spinal fire provides the sanity
The way is found to split infinity
The past becomes a curiosity
The future as a bright divinity
Ruthlessness as foolishness is seen
Animals with ragged fur that preen
Humanity's a different thing indeed
When finally from brutishness it's freed
Arrayed below the sun and stars above
A point in time in which we learn to love
Humanity's arrival at its best
Sentience as challenge and a test

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#Spinalfire

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"Wings"

 Wings

They say that love and hate are tightly bound

I say the heart of love has not been found

All this time the echoes of the beast

Has riven through the heart and never ceased

For all the nonsense we have thrown around

It's clear the heart of love has not been found

The passion and the lust are all we've seen

The human sense of love has not took wing

;;I don't know that this one is finished

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