On being


I keep reading about just being,

like I was being something else.

Is it hard for others, this being,

the being of themselves?

Maybe I don’t know my being

maybe I don’t know at all.

The nature of what the hell is being.

Can anyone know or tell?

I don’t want to appear unknowing, I know what being means,

but is it I that does the looking out of this face being me?

or is the me the me inside you, that sees the me in me?

There is nothing


There is nothing to do,

there is nothing to say,

Its all flowing its own way.

We try to stop it.

We try and then fail.

There is nothing to do,

but breathe in and exhale.

You think that your doing will save you from this

Your doing is nothing,

Its being that’s best.

So be what you want,

and do what you can.

Say to hell with what’s not,

and be liberated my friend.

Fake Fake Fake


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It seems these days everything is fake,

from your smile, your status, and the image you make.

We lie on the screen telling it we are great!

Yet we lie everyday, we are surrounded by hate.

We act like we care, yet we care for nothing.

We are not moved yet we go on gushing,

like the lies we tell shouldn’t make us start blushing.

When do the words “it will come back to you”

Make you take stock and make your word true.

 

What’s wrong with being middle aged


What’s wrong with being middle aged?

Who decided when that was anyway?

If I live to be 130 then I not even half way .

Who decided I couldn’t be middle aged?

When time is wasted on the young,

who just have words stuck on their tongue,

with no wisdom that is most hard won.

That’s stuff you learn when you are done

caring about fashion or what you weigh,

but tell anyone and they will laugh at what you say.

Seems our world is geared this way,

to hate the self you are in today

and look back in regret because you bought what “they” say.

I think I’ll stay in the middle way.

 

What’s that skin you’re in


We live in a body and confuse ourselves with it.

The body is a body when nothing is in it.

Its made of clay or at least that’s what they say,

but the essence inside it most certainly isn’t.

We forget what we’re made of,

not a singular thing.

Our body is a skin suit we wear like our bling.

The soul that occupies this body we live in,

is immortal and loving though we often forget it.

Be nice to your body we can’t yet change sleeves,

but cooperate with it and then do as you please.

This body has a once in a lifetime use,

so use it well there is no excuse.

 

 

 

declaration


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let’s make a declaration

let’s make a clarion call

let’s choose to listen to our voice

our wisdom great as their’s all

we each were born with power

it’s ours to use or lose

but why give away your birthright

why let someone else choose

so I stand on the side of the righteous

to lift their voices high

to stop the madness of those who guide us

away from our kingdom in the sky

so make your declaration

let your word become as gold

let it be your aspiration

go on just be bold!