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A Metaphor?

A Metaphor?

Every time I fart, of late,
I feel the axcretory juices of my feces,
Squishing and squashing between my butt cheeks,
However I have no desire to wipe my ass, anymore.
A metaphor?

Brain Waves

By choosing the lesser of two evils,
You are saying that you are the lesser of two evils.
If we can penetrate your dreams and love you
Our world would change.
Brain waves that harbor harmony,
That destroy the ego,
That after eyesight to embellish in our visions
Of beings of light,
Connected energy fields entangling
The parental space between us,
Uniting us in its organic molecules.
The creation of evolutionary natural genetic strings
That punish those that kill by death,
Automatically, known.
Only those ready to die can kill, then why?
A society of tribes, with no use for bribes
And modern material attachments.
A leadership avaiable in all places and times
simultaneously,
One that also does not exist at times to view all.
The finality of equilibrum,
Forced by nature onto man
By the unavoidable universal phenomena.
The re-adaptation of perpetual motion towards love.

Businessman vs. Homeless

Businessman vs. Homeless

The wheel and deal for a meal man
Versus the organized, courteous homeless.
One lies and cheats to secure his possessions,
The other lives the truth of man's post-industrial reality.
One forceloses, fires, and finagles,
While the other relieves suffering by human courtesies.
One lives in a regal palace with all the luxuries,
The other on a chair in the alley,
With the rain as his partner.
One travels across time zones,
The other travels through time,
And leaves everything virtually untouched.
One furnishes complements,
The other insight,
One flies lobsters in from Maine,
The other flies through the glass window of a seafood restaurant,
His main offense, touching the lobsters.
Both may be lovers of music,
But only the latter listens,
For he has the time to be,
Rather than be on time.

City Of Blinds

I live in a city of blinds,
I wake up from life,
To fall asleep in light,
Can't open my blinds to the blind.
A blind man walks his blind dog,
To the left, the right,
Just enough to sense the light
And feel the warmth.
Even flowers, plotted in soil
Take in the light and live.
The blind man ignores the day.
He is immortal.
Death a surprise.

Compassion

One can only change his/her view
Of a situation in life by death
Death of the body, and mind,
Surrending all mana, or life force,
To the soul, which can exist
Simultaneously everywhere, in everything.
It is through this death that many shamans and psychics
Can conduct astral travel or projections,
Transcending both time and space,
To view, feel, and see from any angle
In our psychical as well as etheral universe.
To be everything is to be nothing and vice-versa.
And that is a necessity for healthy human existence.
It balances the self with the non-self (i.e. the
Universe).
This temporal death is the yearning
Of all religions and natural cultures
Customarily described as "oneness" with nature or the
Universe.
Aided with this all natural gift of life,
Compassion becomes unavoidable.
And the unavoidable becomes the caretaker of life.

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