Controlling leaders
With their double talk faces
Just shut the # up

hypocrites expire, cool
farmers flailing, impishly
pitiful sick sharp

Beaurocratic beasts
Suck off the teets of the world
Until the milk runs out

all i see is pain
suffering is everywhere
when do i wake up

when do we see it
is it already too late
or do we fight

every human
rise up against it all
even those who can't

if you have nothing
the spirit is worth the most
your strength is the wealth


humans have a strength
that can never be broken
we will endure it

turn against dragons
reptiles want your energy
don't give it away

now, become the key
ascendancy is calling
the darkness, failing

conscious thought pattern
reopening my minds eye
though it was lost prior

virgins rumble, harps
despair, jittery hands end
alarming lewd hot

Mindfullness.

Rice Harvest Month,
Tailand sun rise to fall,
Bent Over sweating Crippling Picking

10cents for this days backbreak,
Western Precious Egos
Vomit with budweiser

Rice sees Sun and moon again
Pavements new home
Headache poor me felt

Sick salary in bed next day,
100 days of picking same
No beer or pay for nothing thailand found.

Elf

Sick that I'm less than
Why can't you say you're sorry
Why treat me like crap

Feeling as if numb
from my toes tips to my thumbs
i am just a crumb

sore, cold, hungry
despair the plight of children
please, never know pain


children are laughing
delighted bliss comforts them
as "we" slowly die

proudly ferocious
A poets murky shadows
overeat quickly

Friday morning
traffic jam
slow soaking rain

working for money
dictatorship when clocked in
what's the better way

we lost our purpose
working for bitter masters
they rule as we starve

money, possessions,
greed, obsessions, ruthlessness,
suffering, excess,

masters call us now,
we answer all to happy,
money rules us now,


break from convention,
listen, the call of spirit
leave the masters rule,

darkly preying cloud
sleeping quiet stars despair
praying, shaking, fall

That time when the chill of autumn blends with the sun drenched day

Sit in a garden wonderin where the fire and ice goes to...

You sit beside me unseen , smiling and weeping, love steadfast.

Faith is so misunderstood its about accepting truth

Wreckage of lives , cut by the ignorant knives.

Close my eyes and feel that special sun

To understand true life does not mean the easy way, or the run of fun.

We can cross the universe in a moment and see that what lies behind is free.

A beatle once sang in the long winters night Let it Be Let it Be.

bragging leaf liquids
lost angelic poetess
you drinkin mirlou?

pertaining to that which I seek,
searching for sustenance, week after week,
although the perspective is oh so bleak,
knowledge is now found on the highest peak,



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O Bright India
Glorious Jewel Shining
your poets rejoice

Clawing cobwebs grey
a scream behind lips frozen
sleep paralysis

...Cast out, a sad tale
Spewing truth where lies bind them
Broken, they stone him


(P.S. could someone be so kind as to tell me if there is a pre-existing place for free form poetry? )

Where the children dream
Purest spirit, where we fly
Heavy hearts awake