The cadence of corruption

Who to believe, what to believe, how to believe,

not to believe.

The bully pulpit echoing repetitively

fabricated warfare

creating puppets and parrots

parading lockstep in sync toward a unified goal.

Censoring and disparaging the dissenting voices of the so called experts and leaders.

Misinformation, laced with religion and politics

preaching the perfect 

politics of God

while common sense is gagged

keepers of truth, 

for the so-called common good.

The owners of the microphones

crowning themselves all knowing

preach the loudest narratives 

of shared delusions

to manufacture unity 

feeding the dissenters 

to the machine 

leaving them lifeless. 

Cognitive hijacking 

through a barrage of

poetry’s deceitful verse

intoxicating propaganda 

to the unconscious 

lulling them into complacency

of the agenda

Because ignorance is bliss

when consciousness becomes incomprehensible

and truths unleash uncompromising uncomfortable realities.

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The dance

The powerful flicker

of a candle’s flame

a dance

or avoidance.

Illuminating  

untouchable

unable

to retract its smoldering. 

Remnant 

enveloping

from the liquid stickiness 

sinking into the sky

revealing its anchor 

near its end

before the moment 

that last flash of smoke 

intertwines

nevertheless 

without a trace.

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Ode to a friend

It looks like this is goodbye

I’ll try not to cry. 

I knew this day would come

didn’t think it was today. 

Unprepared for the predictable. 

One more day

was yesterday 

but I didn’t know.

It was repetition begotten 

transforming into memories 

of what was

and time wasted.

Now it’s time to sink and cry 

as memories

of a sunset

reposed

and

life goes on

and the puzzle 

has one less piece.

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Violence in abstraction

Violence begets violence

riding restlessly on the breeze

with another opportunity to strike

once more

without oppression of the provocateur

having outgrown its catalyst

and leaving a chaos of resentment 

transcending flesh of time

with an echo waging future sparks

that bridges opportunities of

reflection of evolving

and transformation

dissolving its loop furthermore. 

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Mind’s coliseum

The eternal fight 

between good and evil 

Twilight time.

Impenetrable blackness.

The conflict unseen 

formula versus antidote 

the grip of reality, 

released

descending 

gently 

but often not.

The light of hope at odds with the shadow of despair.

Brightness is the disinfectant generating time, 

memory 

and breath

for another battle 

in this never ending cycle.

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Succinctly dissonant compulsion 

One more scroll in the safety of a caged mind, unaware, absconding from realities of life.

A repetitive mental asylum, eroding cognitive capacity through a synthetic reality, void of time and space. 

On to the next scroll before one can process the last. 

Once trapped, fruits bears no seeds. 

And the stone becomes smooth without characteristics or identity. 

Void of a mirror.

An echo of mimicry.

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Truth’s Uncertainty

To dwell unresolved, dynamically mysterious, with elegance and grace.

To accept imperfection in the midst of the manifestation of the unknown. 

Flowing effortlessly without attachment to outcome with only a still pulse of peaceful mindfulness.

Walk the path, but release the destination, letting each step be an arrival and every breath a new experience without expectation. 

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Tangible paradox

Is it real or a powerful stream-of-consciousness, mystical, magical, disoriented, a dream trying to remember itself. 

A timeline, unraveling, wrestling with the uncertainty of history, memory, perception even questioning reality.

A poetic manifesto of avant-garde narratives flowing through decades of consciousness vessels, adrift, 

anchored to nothing,

but the illusion of now.

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