Bora born
The tale of two trends _
Our thoughts spirit born, tell tales of tells senses
load through patterned desires, fixed beliefs new friends.
Mortal beings with organs of choice, master mind
internal dialogue the gut silently
tells all, pay attention dear ones, relax.
Timeless temporal bodies nestle like Russian
dolls sealed inside an outer skin of matter.
The slow descent into our mortal embrace
has an end game pressed through creation's background
hearts harden in correspondence, granite like.
Your thoughts are everything they always have been
your spirit sensing the rose through mortal minds.
In a world of sigil majik lurk backgrounds
of creation, the materialising
influence builds within mind to tempt which way.
Those trends foretold firm up pathways split in two
borderland fence sitters no longer keep score.
Tricked out moral norms invert the status quo
in a topsy turvey world with no compass
where every good deed deserves to be punished.
People with hearts on sleeves, treasures of goodness
in truth speculate on the pace of it all.
A twenty billion dollar a year bagman
feeds social media bots with AI's push
toward total control of woke ignorance.
Love brings up anything so unlike itself
opposite poles for life's raw true dividends.
Extreme left vs right confound with straight line
mind traps until you stand on freedom circles
to show they both share the same wretched disease.
So simple a child senses the pathway where
love binds to inner joys' complemental bliss.
Seekers of pleasure run like hares to hunt with
hounds in acceptance skewed by entitled rot
their super highway signed what's in it for me.
So it goes and it goes, a bit of this a
bit of that, having it both ways and then some.
An lgbt alphabet soup of desires
lead the way to BPD's ultimate prize
the heart/mind suck ups of disillusioned youth.
Humans journey through this living world midway
between the heavens and the hells, such is life.
A mortal existence allows us to choose
with free will to look up to our creator
or down to the hells of those who've gone before.
The midnight special takes you home on your
last ride to spirit worlds we have never left.
A timely reposè, then warm hellos to greet
with do tell's of how your life was lived, inner
motivations so they say, not what you've done.
- O -
© 22nd oct 2022 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
load through patterned desires, fixed beliefs new friends.
Mortal beings with organs of choice, master mind
internal dialogue the gut silently
tells all, pay attention dear ones, relax.
Timeless temporal bodies nestle like Russian
dolls sealed inside an outer skin of matter.
The slow descent into our mortal embrace
has an end game pressed through creation's background
hearts harden in correspondence, granite like.
Your thoughts are everything they always have been
your spirit sensing the rose through mortal minds.
In a world of sigil majik lurk backgrounds
of creation, the materialising
influence builds within mind to tempt which way.
Those trends foretold firm up pathways split in two
borderland fence sitters no longer keep score.
Tricked out moral norms invert the status quo
in a topsy turvey world with no compass
where every good deed deserves to be punished.
People with hearts on sleeves, treasures of goodness
in truth speculate on the pace of it all.
A twenty billion dollar a year bagman
feeds social media bots with AI's push
toward total control of woke ignorance.
Love brings up anything so unlike itself
opposite poles for life's raw true dividends.
Extreme left vs right confound with straight line
mind traps until you stand on freedom circles
to show they both share the same wretched disease.
So simple a child senses the pathway where
love binds to inner joys' complemental bliss.
Seekers of pleasure run like hares to hunt with
hounds in acceptance skewed by entitled rot
their super highway signed what's in it for me.
So it goes and it goes, a bit of this a
bit of that, having it both ways and then some.
An lgbt alphabet soup of desires
lead the way to BPD's ultimate prize
the heart/mind suck ups of disillusioned youth.
Humans journey through this living world midway
between the heavens and the hells, such is life.
A mortal existence allows us to choose
with free will to look up to our creator
or down to the hells of those who've gone before.
The midnight special takes you home on your
last ride to spirit worlds we have never left.
A timely reposè, then warm hellos to greet
with do tell's of how your life was lived, inner
motivations so they say, not what you've done.
- O -
© 22nd oct 2022 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
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The tale of two trends _
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