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Be real is back in full poetic mode,
(And resolves to write a stanza per day)*,
Now off the drink, his verse is no more slow'd,
By hangovers, (which caused him much dismay);-
A poetic castle - his fair abode,
(And he wouldn't have it any other way);
So get ready, now, for another spiel;-
From the CS poet called lovecanbereal.

That's, to say, (of course), me, myself, and I;
It's why I voice my verse in the first person,
So you can have confessional poetry;
(Yes, indeed, that's what I voice my verse in);
As memories are drawn from my mind's eye;
And I'll not let the alcoholic curse win;
I now address the world and my fine nation;-
With verses that are fit for publication.

I've lived a life that I don't regret;
Does anyone read poetry today?
To write this down, before I just forget;
Another soul that dies and fades away;
For modern times you must have a vignette;
Readers wouldn't have it another way;
Attention span is short now - like our dreams;-
Getting shorter, all the time - or so it seems.

I would that I could write here with more space;
Although I must abbreviate my verse;
Maintaining rhyme, integrity, and grace;
Is brevity a modern poet's curse?
The outline of my story, I must trace;
To tell the truth for better, or for worse;
That's if I - (your poet and narrator);-
Can remember all that happened then, and later.

And just what is it, I will write of next?
Well, subjects - they are many - and incredible;
When I was young, I was quite highly sexed;
(Although I am now, these days, more cerebral);
And at peace with myself - no longer vexed;
By the things on this earth labeled 'terrible';
By being happy with what one does have;-
I'll never be, no more, just passion's slave.

Casting off the chains - alcohol and dr*gs;
And ev'ry morning, now, my mind does thank me;
Before, I'd down the glass to lees and dregs;
John Barleycorn would sneak up then and tank me;
Then crawling on the floor, passed out on rugs;
Before the morning's black coffee would crank me;
To a new day's destruction overwrought;-
If I had money, then alcohol I bought.

The anecdotes will still flow from my pen;-
My indiscretions make compelling muse;
Back and forwards in time 'tween now and then;
For I've gone and lit the poetic fuse;
Improvements in perception of my ken;
Makes for verse that no reader can refuse;
I'll tell of instances of impropriety;-
Now crystallized in mem'ry, by sobriety.

So Bereal's been sober, now, for a year;
Never will he waver, or relapse;
Not touching whisky, wine, or a beer;
That brought him close, to a state of collapse;
His mind works best without boozes' veneer;
In a heatwave, he may have an ale, perhaps;
But only for emergency hydration;-
Of fluids, lost by heat, in this hot nation!**



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Here we are again on the date site
Maybe we will find our mate tonight
Excitement and anticipation building
We flip through profiles and find it discouraging

You want the woman who is the perfect weight
She has to be perfect to be your mate
Love to travel, camp, snuggle and sexy kisser
And oh she has to be a great fisher

It’s enough to make a girl feel discouraged and a failure
To go on looking everyday takes more and more courage
All she wants is for someone to love her as she is
Not a super model with lipstick that can’t be kissed

So be careful guys for what you ask for
Less maybe best instead of more and more
Yes the chemistry must be there
But we are not all blondes and perfect – so be fair

Do you want someone whose hair cannot be messed
Or someone who loves you and thinks you’re the best
Someone who ends up a nightmare instead of a dream
Or a best friend who could help and play on your team

Another night and again we girls look with hope in our heart
That the one guy right for us will see how wonderful we are
That he will look for the true person behind the face
Not just all sugar, spice and lace

As i have seen this all before,
Nothing else matters we've been here before,
left with peace and war this has separated us all,
I can see i can hear the pain of the fall,
From grace we fell it wasn't our fault,
Evil thoughts dwell in our mind,
Are we connected from behind,
The veil has been lifted now we can see,
We were all blinded by the the thoughts of tv,
Now our world is in crisis because of these deeds,
Now through this mind altering effect we have created a false belief,
If only we stand up tall we might develop a place for us all,
To the top we are heading,
I see this to be true,
life is a blessing but we need faith,
In ourselves and our being and our planet,
We will see that nothing else matters except to be free,
From the system of these things,
life matters all not just one but all,
We are conflicted by the empire of darkness but soon we will be free,
To develop ourselves and live in eternity,
We are all one but separated by an evil entity,
Hope is sometimes not to be trusted,
Belief in anything will turn your life into a tree,
With leaves falling and growing forever on our road to the truth,
This is all evident as i have seen,
Mind over matter that one is confusing in and out we are all are experiencing pain,
A change in life is indeed possible,
We need to learn to see the truth is within you and me,
All this will happen its a guarantee...

How did tomorrow come and find me
While I was looking for you
Now I'm too old for you to know
How many years I have been a fool

Yes the years slipped in just like the wind
My hair has turned so gray and I walk heavy on my feet
I didn't have much to say back then
Now I'm a loser who's really been beat

Sometimes love can hold your heart tenderly
And take years before it slaps your face
Now I'm woke and I can see
I'll be arriving in last place

The tune opened with a distinct hum of energy, which was the magic of creation
As it resonated and pulsated emitting a sensation that tugged on the strings of your heart, whispered words of a love, a passion, that started out in such fashion,
As the strings were plucked gently, it wove a story of sensation, outlining the
Pinpoints of endless hard work and frustration, highlighting nights of the infinite,
The unknown and trepidation, not wishing on anyone the power of humiliation
That invoked a series of a yearning to give into temptation to caress, to breathe
A new feeling of hope that encouraged a sense of abstract improvisation to a single tune itself that pours from the mouth of the artist into the mic, creating a gentle but flowing lullaby in the journey, a sweet craving for a reprieve as the one verse concludes in a breathless pause of an absolute resignation ... when the tune itself renders us as an audience speechless, as the notes reveal an invisible
Score as they dance merrily into place, abstract music that does not actually have
A place to belong, well, they do, actually just within this song...

“We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed – in a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.”
(1 Cor. 15: 51 & 52)



I don’t want to be asleep
When Jesus returns,
But I don’t want to be too wired either.
I want to be
in the background of everything,
But with a clear view
of all things so I could take it all in...

When Jesus returns
I want to be
able to manage the AWE At His MAJESTY
that I’m bound to feel,
And the shame of my simplicity that is bound to show,
In the presence
of His Divine Greatness...

I want to be
with the chosen of God
Who struggled, but soared
because of His Grace,
Who lived for the day that they would see Jesus face to face,
I want to be there on that great day
When Jesus returns...

Monkeys were never us;
our entrance is more than theory.
I came standing erect and complete.
The dust was to indulge (except of the tree)
in the place provided, where the voice walked
in the cool of the day.

Leopards and lambs,
like Puppy Yellow
and the calico moving balls of yarn;
the fallen, like a snake,
wooed the woman that queried
and she went away towing her husband.

I am out of character, image,
likeness of the Divine
whose flood sculpted mountains and isles,
there, dividing men
and painted them
in new colors with freezing fingers.

Sasquatch, your blurred trace,
speaks loud of the instrument now used.
Of me Ibrahim was assured.
The pyramids are mathematics the God teaches;
their wisdom raised the boulders
(the two Gods that share the Spirit).
I mosey through a sea to be here;
this point where they are history?

Monkeys were never us. If so,
who limits the fruition? I still see them
tree-hopping.
I am Enoch walking with him,
lodging far afield the daughters of men.
I occur with an enormous bang
far superior to a hypothesis.

I WANT TO LIVE IN A WORLD, WHERE COMMON SENSE TRUMPS OVER SENSELESS.
FOLLOWING THE LAW TRUMPS CHEATING.
CO-EXISTENCE TRUMPS OVER SURVIVAL INSTINCT.
WHAT IS LIVING WELL, TEACH SO WE CAN ALL LIVE WELL.
RESENTMENT LEADS TO MISERY, SO LEARN TO LIKE OR LOVE EACH OTHER.
IS LIFE BEATING YOU DOWN, GRAB A HAND.
I'M LIVING MY LIFE AS A SHADOW, DO I HAVE TO DISAPPEAR LIKE A SHADOW.
WHAT SHOULD I DO TO MAKE YOU LOOK FOR ME ?
I'M DONE WITH JUST WATCHING YOU, I WILL MAKE YOU MINES.
THE POWER OF LOVE IS TRULY AMAZING.

Together we can do anything ...
Be happier instead of alone,
stressing & worrying ...
Together we can be everything
that we wish for, before this life
comes to its inevitable ending ...
Together ... why don't we
give it our best try ...?
Instead of balking at , fearing or doubting
all the reasons that justify the why ...

For together, all the good & positive
becomes best from better ...
All the sad & challenging
become more bearable
through all that passing rough weather ...
Together, life simply takes on
more facets & dimension ...
Instead of feeling flatter, monotonous,
bland, and lacking clearer direction ...

Because together, we can flourish even further,
thru drawing from each other's strengths
and, thereby, be able to go so much farther ...
We can likewise be the loving support
where our vulnerabilities
can cause us to sometimes fall short ...
And lastly, together we need not worry as much,
about our shortcomings in that respect ...
For all the while being perfectly imperfect,
we'll be there for one another,
and forever ... love, protect, and hold each other ...

I once was worshipped as the Sun-God Ra,
In that age, I was more benevolent,
But today I am, an Indifferent Star,
Heat, (trapped by emissions) grows more violent;
Born long ago - a birth in time afar,
I'm all fusion, and my heat cannot relent;-
So pray to what you will - it does not matter;-
As radiation to the Void, I must scatter.

A basic fractal pattern bought me here,
Generated quantum physics from the Void,
The human plague, I see, my burning sphere,
Does what it must, as fusion is deployed;
My hot ire is now what you all should fear;
And I care not one jot if Earth's destroyed;
If all must perish, because of human greed;
And the far too frequent spreading of his seed.

For in these Universes infinite,
I'm but one, of many trillion here,
There's other life - far more intelligent,
Each spinning 'round their own burning sphere;
The momentum in the System is irrelevant;
And burn, I must, as the Earth must sear;
For all this was started long ago;-
I cannot stop what is now causing woe.

Is there a chance, I won't incinerate,
The human primates, dwelling there below?
Your added gasses, that now incarcerate,
My heat - that melts glaciers, and snow?
The Laws of Physics, are quite inviolate,
And there's nothing I can do, to even slow;
What must burn, with my Atomic Fusion;-
I'm no computer pattern or illusion.

If there's a chance, then Man must act alone,
Take responsibility, for his own actions,
The overpopulated planet now must groan,
Because of Man's more stupid infractions;
There's no point praying to the skies, to moan;-
To beseech a non-existent god's reactions;
Man must face the nightmare he's created;
And his greed - which is never satiated.

For - you see - I'm but an Indifferent Star;
(With just so much hydrogen to helium);
And burn I must - as Man must drive his car;-
My ultraviolet burns his epithelium;
There's a slim chance, my rays, they will not mar;
Those humans to escape my hot delirium;-
Though Man must help himself - that's the principle;
For burn, I must - I cannot help the crucible.

That animals must suffer - it's a shame;
The "Twilight of the Idols"* is at hand;
There's not much hope that Man can raise his game;
Whilst he talks to an Imaginary Friend;
I've been called the Sun-God Ra - it's all the same;
It's time Man faced the Facts - to not pretend;
That a non-existent man, in the skies;-
Would care now, if he lives, or if he dies.


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