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The Human Experience
There is no greater story that has existed in history than that of our species.
We have always been an inquisitive series of creatures,
Ever since our ancestors took their first steps out of the primordial lakes
And observed the beautiful world around them.
They were primitive, yet had a yearning for knowledge through exploration and experimentation.
As our species has advanced throughout the last 200,000 years,
We have made fascinating discoveries about ourselves, the world around us, and beyond,
Yet our ancestors’ primitive and infantile behaviors have continued to remain in existence,
Even after all of these years of evolution.
It is surprising how our species has always been riddled with contradictions and irony.
We have an understanding of how to care for one another,
Yet some of us have been abused through egotistical desires and manipulation.
We want to share this beautiful planet and it’s bountifuls,
While some of us horde it for ourselves.
We want to live in peace and co-existence,
Yet some of us attack one another over frivolous quarrels,
Which results in verbal disputes or bloodshed.
We have created several inventions and concepts during our time on this planet,
Yet we have designed them to purposely help or hurt one another.
These contradictions often come from the worst of human errors, such as money and power,
two of which have vastly poisoned the minds of both the controllers and the controlled.
The belief that money is somehow legitimate is only a mere superstition, which has been enforced by the historical tyrants who claim they rightfully own this world.
This superstition is why many people impulsively ignore the injustices happening right in front of them,
and shows that money itself is a false reward compared to a love of this planet and it’s inhabitants.
Believing one has a supposed devine power over others is detrimental,
And shows how foolish and egotistical they can become.
A prime example of this is getting other people to do their bidding.
A religious parent isn’t proud their child made their first communion,
Instead the parent only concerned about getting a positive review from those in their congregation.
If a student doesn’t do as their told,
Their teacher believes they can rightfully-so restrict them of their human rights and freedoms.
If a person refuses to participate legalized theft (commonly called taxes),
The politicians and their enforcers believe they can legally kidnap and cage that person.
Despite these two human errors,
We are continuously pushing to become a race of free, open-minded individuals,
Instead of shackled slaves.
Our ancestors were shackle-less when they began their lives,
Yet some of us insanely believing we need to be shackled
Has led to the most inhumane injustices waged upon us.
Due to our natural sense of intuition,
We universally agree that those actions have always been wrong,
But we have sadly become so accustomed to them,
We have become lost and unaware of a way out,
Even when carrying a torch through the dark canals of our situations.
Becoming a race of natural, and intelligence-embracing, human beings isn’t impossible,
It simply requires learning from the mountain of mistakes we’ve made in the past,
And continuing to persist forward.
However, nothing is as clearly evident as our immaturity and ignorance causing nothing but backfire.
We have good faith that our descendants will live in the world we dreamed of,
Yet it is important and imperative that we push the boulder into motion
For a beautiful world to exist in the future.
Us doing so in one way or another shows we are capable of gradually acquiring maturity and wisdom,
And in a world of mature and wise people,
The power structure our corrupted brothers and sisters created will be overthrown,
And the dream world we hold dear will finally become a reality one day.
We have always been an inquisitive series of creatures,
Ever since our ancestors took their first steps out of the primordial lakes
And observed the beautiful world around them.
They were primitive, yet had a yearning for knowledge through exploration and experimentation.
As our species has advanced throughout the last 200,000 years,
We have made fascinating discoveries about ourselves, the world around us, and beyond,
Yet our ancestors’ primitive and infantile behaviors have continued to remain in existence,
Even after all of these years of evolution.
It is surprising how our species has always been riddled with contradictions and irony.
We have an understanding of how to care for one another,
Yet some of us have been abused through egotistical desires and manipulation.
We want to share this beautiful planet and it’s bountifuls,
While some of us horde it for ourselves.
We want to live in peace and co-existence,
Yet some of us attack one another over frivolous quarrels,
Which results in verbal disputes or bloodshed.
We have created several inventions and concepts during our time on this planet,
Yet we have designed them to purposely help or hurt one another.
These contradictions often come from the worst of human errors, such as money and power,
two of which have vastly poisoned the minds of both the controllers and the controlled.
The belief that money is somehow legitimate is only a mere superstition, which has been enforced by the historical tyrants who claim they rightfully own this world.
This superstition is why many people impulsively ignore the injustices happening right in front of them,
and shows that money itself is a false reward compared to a love of this planet and it’s inhabitants.
Believing one has a supposed devine power over others is detrimental,
And shows how foolish and egotistical they can become.
A prime example of this is getting other people to do their bidding.
A religious parent isn’t proud their child made their first communion,
Instead the parent only concerned about getting a positive review from those in their congregation.
If a student doesn’t do as their told,
Their teacher believes they can rightfully-so restrict them of their human rights and freedoms.
If a person refuses to participate legalized theft (commonly called taxes),
The politicians and their enforcers believe they can legally kidnap and cage that person.
Despite these two human errors,
We are continuously pushing to become a race of free, open-minded individuals,
Instead of shackled slaves.
Our ancestors were shackle-less when they began their lives,
Yet some of us insanely believing we need to be shackled
Has led to the most inhumane injustices waged upon us.
Due to our natural sense of intuition,
We universally agree that those actions have always been wrong,
But we have sadly become so accustomed to them,
We have become lost and unaware of a way out,
Even when carrying a torch through the dark canals of our situations.
Becoming a race of natural, and intelligence-embracing, human beings isn’t impossible,
It simply requires learning from the mountain of mistakes we’ve made in the past,
And continuing to persist forward.
However, nothing is as clearly evident as our immaturity and ignorance causing nothing but backfire.
We have good faith that our descendants will live in the world we dreamed of,
Yet it is important and imperative that we push the boulder into motion
For a beautiful world to exist in the future.
Us doing so in one way or another shows we are capable of gradually acquiring maturity and wisdom,
And in a world of mature and wise people,
The power structure our corrupted brothers and sisters created will be overthrown,
And the dream world we hold dear will finally become a reality one day.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
This is what my understanding of humanity, and our place on this planet, has become over the years
The Rhythm
The constant sound of raindrops on a surface that echoes its repetitions
And the rhythmic measure in between
Interrupted intermittently by wind gusts competeing for the cadence
Brilliant and strobelike lightning, provides a disco backdrop
To the thunders solo drum
And I watched in awed rapture
As the storm sought out the rhythm.
And the rhythmic measure in between
Interrupted intermittently by wind gusts competeing for the cadence
Brilliant and strobelike lightning, provides a disco backdrop
To the thunders solo drum
And I watched in awed rapture
As the storm sought out the rhythm.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
Storms have always fascinated me, and if one isn't too severe I'm drawn to go out and feel it's energy .I sense a subtle rhythm to what is to many chaos.
Gentle stranger
Do not be afraid my gentle stranger
I could give you the words eternal
but they are as thin lines along the highway
scattered
Do not be afraid my one-time sister
call wild for the season vernal
this mantle on its axis bleeds
serene
I could give you the words eternal
but they are as thin lines along the highway
scattered
Do not be afraid my one-time sister
call wild for the season vernal
this mantle on its axis bleeds
serene
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
There is a man, in a box
Morning light
On this chilly December morn
branches and tree trunks are
bathed in the resplended light
of the rising sun
With every passing moment tints
and hues of spectral magic carress
my adoring eyes
There is a subtle whisper beckoning
me to dream of worlds unknown in
the changing coulors of dawn
I drink the deep quiet of soul with
every cup of morning mist
I take a breath and my spirit bows
to the morning light and to Him
who commands the day**
branches and tree trunks are
bathed in the resplended light
of the rising sun
With every passing moment tints
and hues of spectral magic carress
my adoring eyes
There is a subtle whisper beckoning
me to dream of worlds unknown in
the changing coulors of dawn
I drink the deep quiet of soul with
every cup of morning mist
I take a breath and my spirit bows
to the morning light and to Him
who commands the day**
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2012
Post CommentTHE GREAT ETHEREAL CONVERSATION
THE GREAT ETHEREAL CONVERSATION
In the mirror world of sleep
Lies the realm of our dreams
The ethereal world
That never sleeps
And there
Everyone talks
A million different people
And all your friend
A n endless conversation
Love
Compassion
And understanding
Always someone there
And never ignorance
Old faces
New faces
No need to fear
Or hurt
Everyone open
And mean what they say
Not just after your money
And an easy lay
No need to hide
Or build a wall
behind the veil
In the world of sleep
More alluring than
It's physical reflection
Then the dreams want you
More than the world
So begins the endless dream
In the mirror world of sleep
Lies the realm of our dreams
The ethereal world
That never sleeps
And there
Everyone talks
A million different people
And all your friend
A n endless conversation
Love
Compassion
And understanding
Always someone there
And never ignorance
Old faces
New faces
No need to fear
Or hurt
Everyone open
And mean what they say
Not just after your money
And an easy lay
No need to hide
Or build a wall
behind the veil
In the world of sleep
More alluring than
It's physical reflection
Then the dreams want you
More than the world
So begins the endless dream
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
A companion piece to 'the great silence of Earth'... it speaks of the 'mirror' world that the ethereal world of our dreams represents, where people talk for real, never abandon you, never are ignorant to you, and is our own personal paradise... and how, as one becomes older, the dreams become more alluring than the physical world, until, eventually, we choose not to return from the dreamscape world...Love Roulette
'Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends, we're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside...'- ELP, Karn Evel 9, 1st Impression, Pt 2,1973
There is a Casino hopeful souls attend,
Seven million souls all looking for
Something
Or someone
'Place your bets and take a chance;
-Another spin coming soon'
A voice does say
The spin is taken;
Many lose
A few fortunate ones
Shout for joy
And leave the Casino
Arm-in-armTheir chips cashed in
Happy at last
In love
The spins never end
The losers never stop playing
All wanting that one
Elusive win
With a lucky spin of hearts
So wild and high
They will never need to return
To this casino
Of lost souls
All looking for love
In a World gone cold
With its own loneliness
There is a Casino hopeful souls attend,
Seven million souls all looking for
Something
Or someone
'Place your bets and take a chance;
-Another spin coming soon'
A voice does say
The spin is taken;
Many lose
A few fortunate ones
Shout for joy
And leave the Casino
Arm-in-armTheir chips cashed in
Happy at last
In love
The spins never end
The losers never stop playing
All wanting that one
Elusive win
With a lucky spin of hearts
So wild and high
They will never need to return
To this casino
Of lost souls
All looking for love
In a World gone cold
With its own loneliness
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
The gamble we all take in our search for love online...
online today!One Day
One day I'll put my poems in proper order -
Until then, you must now bear with me.
Making sense of my life's general disorder
And to write on until I become free.
The stories that I paint with my words were
At one time true - as you will come to see.
Bit by bit, by means of each digression -
Compose the whole (in full) my life's confession.
The World these days is not in proper shape -
The basic fact there are too many people.
Too many souls for destiny to rape
As we gather like timid mice beneath the steeple.
The wine is spill'd from life's fermenting grape
To blast the Godhead with this heady tipple
Which lays us to ruin, and from whence -
We call this our life's experience.
And these experiences I now gather -
Each is a little vignette of its own.
Read them all (or none) if you'd rather -
It's something that I never will disown.
I'm proud of my verse - I am the father
Of all I write and gather like a gown
About me as a blanket - woven stars
Poetry's not a prison - rhymes not bars.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
Until then, you must now bear with me.
Making sense of my life's general disorder
And to write on until I become free.
The stories that I paint with my words were
At one time true - as you will come to see.
Bit by bit, by means of each digression -
Compose the whole (in full) my life's confession.
The World these days is not in proper shape -
The basic fact there are too many people.
Too many souls for destiny to rape
As we gather like timid mice beneath the steeple.
The wine is spill'd from life's fermenting grape
To blast the Godhead with this heady tipple
Which lays us to ruin, and from whence -
We call this our life's experience.
And these experiences I now gather -
Each is a little vignette of its own.
Read them all (or none) if you'd rather -
It's something that I never will disown.
I'm proud of my verse - I am the father
Of all I write and gather like a gown
About me as a blanket - woven stars
Poetry's not a prison - rhymes not bars.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2016
Post CommentThe Countenance of Character
All that we
are
The sum of
the soul
The joy and
pain
The living and
the dying
Is recorded as
a living testament
within the
countenance
A mirror
of innumerable
reflections..
character..
At times, glancing
through the windows
of the eyes..
At others, a gesture,
a pose, a half
hidden smile
Telltale signs of
an entity born
of blood and
sririt
Yet whose habitation
is veiled to
itself and hidden
under the wings
of eternity
Yet, how does
one survey so
vast a panoply
of mind and
spirit when
the soul yields
not its secrets
readily
The soul may
reveal to the
disinterested
passerby a
momentary face
of stone
while to others
the key to its
inner universe
is offered with
a smile
Who can know
it?
Perhaps the tears
of a mother fall
through doors for
which there is
no key..save the
master locksmith
To gaze intently
into a face
To look
To turn away
then look again
And alas!
The face of a
thousand sorrows
have vanished,
and the visage
of a settled
contentment befalls
you
Strength molds the
chin of the
father
The frolic of
indecision flush
accross the faces
of undying youth
The never never
land of children
will be summoned
by the nature of
time and character
will awaken them
to become warriors
The face of the
moment is characters
living clock where
minutes become hours,
days, and years..
and years bow to
to the dust as
all flesh must
And who knows
that character
will not sit
in columned halls
of the master
locksmith..
are
The sum of
the soul
The joy and
pain
The living and
the dying
Is recorded as
a living testament
within the
countenance
A mirror
of innumerable
reflections..
character..
At times, glancing
through the windows
of the eyes..
At others, a gesture,
a pose, a half
hidden smile
Telltale signs of
an entity born
of blood and
sririt
Yet whose habitation
is veiled to
itself and hidden
under the wings
of eternity
Yet, how does
one survey so
vast a panoply
of mind and
spirit when
the soul yields
not its secrets
readily
The soul may
reveal to the
disinterested
passerby a
momentary face
of stone
while to others
the key to its
inner universe
is offered with
a smile
Who can know
it?
Perhaps the tears
of a mother fall
through doors for
which there is
no key..save the
master locksmith
To gaze intently
into a face
To look
To turn away
then look again
And alas!
The face of a
thousand sorrows
have vanished,
and the visage
of a settled
contentment befalls
you
Strength molds the
chin of the
father
The frolic of
indecision flush
accross the faces
of undying youth
The never never
land of children
will be summoned
by the nature of
time and character
will awaken them
to become warriors
The face of the
moment is characters
living clock where
minutes become hours,
days, and years..
and years bow to
to the dust as
all flesh must
And who knows
that character
will not sit
in columned halls
of the master
locksmith..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Just reflecting on faces and the amazing but deep stories that they tell.A kind of romantic description of abstract qualities..
Liar
Winds howling whipping tearing their way thru
Currents strengthening swelling with their pride
You yes you begging from release from lies
Damn them they will not have a place to hide
Moonlight shining on darkened battlefield
Yellow glow caressing imperfect man
Looking up appearing at the angel
Justice had been served not as he had planned
Looking in the mirror what does one see
Is it true you or has it been revised
To see ones self with blemishes and all
Is freedom from having to fight the lies
To ones self it is so easy to lie
In the end truth is with us when we die
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Currents strengthening swelling with their pride
You yes you begging from release from lies
Damn them they will not have a place to hide
Moonlight shining on darkened battlefield
Yellow glow caressing imperfect man
Looking up appearing at the angel
Justice had been served not as he had planned
Looking in the mirror what does one see
Is it true you or has it been revised
To see ones self with blemishes and all
Is freedom from having to fight the lies
To ones self it is so easy to lie
In the end truth is with us when we die
---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2014
Post Comment
Persistence
I feel like a person engulfed in a bog
With no inclination to take myself off.
The bog is alluring, drawing me down,
In ruthless persistence I'm bearing down.
No one can arrive for the rescue of me,
I am the one who could get out and flee,
I am the one who could get myself clean
Out of this mire, should I have such scheme.
No such scheme, I prefer facing risk,
I know there is nothing to hold me adrift.
The bog will entice me in perilous grip,
I'm falling a victim of dangerous whim.
My love is enticing and bearing me down,
I've fallen its victim, I'll never get out.
I'll stay stupefied and forgetful of mind,
I'd rather I perished, if that is my price.
With no inclination to take myself off.
The bog is alluring, drawing me down,
In ruthless persistence I'm bearing down.
No one can arrive for the rescue of me,
I am the one who could get out and flee,
I am the one who could get myself clean
Out of this mire, should I have such scheme.
No such scheme, I prefer facing risk,
I know there is nothing to hold me adrift.
The bog will entice me in perilous grip,
I'm falling a victim of dangerous whim.
My love is enticing and bearing me down,
I've fallen its victim, I'll never get out.
I'll stay stupefied and forgetful of mind,
I'd rather I perished, if that is my price.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
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