Did you ask yourself,
"What Good Shall I Do This Day?"
As the day comes to an end, you getting ready to get some rest my friend, did you ask yourself,
What good did I do to make another soul happy?
That would make you feel good not crabby.
Now that you are in your pj's after taking a bath, was the answer like you made them laugh?
As the day becomes late in the night, you climb in bed, turn out the lights, did you ask yourself,
What good did I do to help someone?
Did you brighten their day and show them some fun?
As the day continues into the wee hours, you fall off to sleep most certainly empowered, did you ask yourself,
What good did I do to ease another's pain?
Listen to their problems and told them they were sane?
As the day becomes anew, you rise now exactly what will you do, did you ask yourself,
What Good Shall I Do This Day?
Make the sunny side come your way!
"show love always"
YBe anything other than 1's self?
May 2019
How Deep Can You Go Down the Rabbit Hole?
"Enter Exit the Rabbit Hole"
How deep can you go, do you want to know or be shown?
Let's enter down that rabbit hole…. to come out on the other side a "new soul"!
Now infinity is a fractal similar to a Pi, 3.1415, how many can you quote in the twinkle of an eye?
You know we think we know it all, don’t know a fraction of anything yawl.
You say shame isn't your game, the last time you checked, did you read in Forbes your first and last name?
Oh really! A degree you say you don't need, did it occurred to you, it wasn't the papers, but the living soul you should be.
Going around saying you're proud to be intact, filthy dirty name tattooed on your back.
It's a shame, because we just started down the rabbit hole and you asked who’s to blame?
Have you read any of these authors books, is it you're afraid you might get hooked?
Men, like T.S. Eliot, Gardner, and Golding, you profess to be Kings or Queens!
You asked, where are we going in this race, hopefully, a complete turnabout face!
What about the process of neurogenesis, running around in society complete menaces?
Metamorphosing all the time, no one knows what next will come out of your mind.
It is exigent you take heave, things you are doing are enjoin from Adam and Eve.
Those ever-clandestine ways, caught up with you this very day.
You're despicable and a churl being, involved with bacchanal people you aren’t seeing.
You're tawdry, mar, raze and rail, if you don't change, you'll continue dancing in hell.
You think everything is comestible, edacious thinking it's all digestible.
The words coming out your mouth, are bellicose and need to go south.
Aha! Thought this trip would be simple and cute, your calamitous nature now got you uproot.
You now say you are exuberant and free, I notice coming down the rabbit hole you're staying way behind me.
The plethora of things that you do, embedded in your soul are an amplitude.
I peeked you coming around the curve, your erratum life has now been served.
Those invisible cataracts I see cracking on your eyes, it appears what you thought about yourself were complete total lies.
That cryogenic thing you pulled on me, you've discovered you will not be relieved.
I know, it's a really long journey, this trip can help you from resting on a gurney.
Let's respite for a while, hopefully, you feel the pain you've caused from your bile.
We are not even half way through, I know, this dint to your "ego" is a Monday morning blue.
Your troth is you must stay, we must move on, it's almost another given day.
I warn you this rabbit hole's fealty, is to the universe not to you and me.
We've traveled a quarter of a mile, it's way deeper than the River Nile.
The surety is you must move on, if you don't in horology you will spawn.
It's not too late to turn around, let go of your evil and corrupt ways that are anatomically sound.
There’s one thing you can do, continue this path with me we can see it through.
Discard those thoughts of things not good, circulate positive energy of things that could.
We’re entering this Biogeographic, I see you can't speak, I'll talk telepathic.
These areas to most are unfamiliar regions, I suggest dumping your sinister legions.
Come, grab my hand let's exit this rabbit hole, we've conquered our fears and have established our goals...
coming out on the other side a "new soul!"
YBe anything other than 1's self?
October 2015
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Who Can Save, Ask the Trees
"The Trees Know"
I sat down by some Big Oak Trees, their branches whispered secret life stories to me.
The Wind carried their conversation in a harmonious tune, from the birth of the earth to the (so-called) walk on the moon.
The roots would rise above the ground every now and then, the branches listened, they showed me flexibility and how to bend.
It was a very hot and humid day, I observed their unity and how they provided shade along the way.
The most beautiful and breathtaking part of it all was they had enough strength to survive winter, spring, summer, and fall.
They established the fact that they came from the ground, told me their family history, big ring, little ring, all gather round.
They really caught my attention there for a while, talking about children all over the world but in particular one special little child.
They told me they heard the news before the baby was born, that the child would be king and they (the trees) would be adorned.
The trees told me something I never knew, they hated being cut down, decorated and looked up too.
They knew where the attention should be directed too, not their hacked up bodies fooling you. It's not their glory in this plight, but to the Highest who is the light.
The saddest part of my afternoon stay, was when they told me of the crucifixion, that appointed given day.
Something about one of their relative trees, one that provided the cross on which He died for you and me.
The most awesome thing the trees told me, He died for all mankind to be completely free.
I learned, although they don't cry like you and I, the weeping willow was given as a sure emotional sigh.
I felt sap drops on my arms, I knew they were cries of despair not of alarms.
As the night neared and it was almost time to go, they told me they had one last thing to tell and show.
I stood up and looked with astonishment and fear, it was of the future which was not far away but very, very near.
There would be wars, drugs, AI and many technical bad things, but only the strong would survive with justice as their means.
As I started walking away, I just asked one question "Who Can Save?"
As the trees bid me a safe farewell, they shouted, "trust within yourself and You can save, by what you tell!"
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