The sudden teaching
They say is the empty way
Oneness is formless


ALCHEMIST’S RAGE (a spoken word style poem of emotional regulation )

There is this rage
That seeks
To be freed

It would go unphazed
As all things
Before it
Are razed

A fantasy
Not in actuality
No indulging
In this reality
And pummeling

An instinct perhaps
Mild mannered overlaps
With aggressive
And tenderness
Are mixed
Nothing is fixed

Scrawling for a niche
“What’s in it for me?”
Is what seems
To be at the tip
Of everyone’s lips
Social media twits

Picking fights
Not playing nice
Knee jerk reactions
Of bully jerks
In opposing factions

Mammals in zoos
Play this out too
Just because
We can think
And talk
Does not
Give cause
To say
We are
More evolved

Get involved
With each other
Spar with a partner
Simulate the fight
Positive outlet
For spite

Dogs wag their tails
As they flail
Tooth and nail

How frustrated
We are
Near and far
The same angst
Showing our fangs
But going
For the throat
All she wrote
Instead of
Holding back

The pillow
Punch it and throw
Across the room
In safe environment
And all will
Be fine then

It would be freeing
To see human beings
Evolve beyond
War would be
Long gone

Until then however
This rage will fester
Into outlets
And scouted
To neutralize
Before it can rise
Too high

For now
It fuels
The flames
Of drive
Through patient trials
Met with fire

We will rise
Back up
Become unstuck
Flames licking
Logs singing
With volition
A mission
To be carried out
Sparks shout
Energy erupts
From the crown

All the way down
At the base
A coiled up snake
Ready to strike
Most precise
Final fight

Reptilian brain
Is the bane
But finally breaks
Destroys you
That’s it
Forward it shifts

Of fright
By frontal lobes’
Both halves
And right

This rage
That seeks
To be freed

Just needs
To be
Out of the tunnel
Just enough
Kick and punch
Run and throw
But no
Actual violence
Blunt lances
And self defense
In place of
Real fighting

The great taming
A leash
For the wild side
Only at times
Of great need
Pacifistic indeed
We can be

Do not condone
Wars with drones
Too much testosterone
Gladiating arenas
Squealing hyenas

Clear your head
Take it out instead
On the pads
Wrestle on mats
Jog on the path

This rage inside
Simply subsides
No longer seeks
To be freed
When allowed to be

And then
Just maybe
Rather than becoming
It turns back into nothing




ROMANCE RONIN (free verse poem)

“I wish you well,” she said. “But don’t talk to me ever again.” What the hell? The darkest note in the heartstrings for me, such a painful misery.

“How can one wish well and also completely reject?” I think to myself. Can’t I start over and reset? Hypocrisy for her to say that. She walked all over me like a mat and then pretended to act like a dainty lady, a princess of the manor who possesses perfect manners.

What?! You cannot block out or block an account, and still think you are being nice. Why pick a fight? Don’t you get the gist? You. Are. A. Narcissist!

What the hell do you do when you’re in a bad mood then? Delusion to think that you are in collusion with being mature. How can you be so sure? You spit on me from your princess balcony and then have the audacity to say to me that I’m a nice guy. Why in the world should I accept that? Why?

Whatever. It stings but will be all for the better. Once I shirk these fetters there will be no hurt again ever.

If to only be there now, but how? Hard to not make a distinction when the instinct is to not be alone. Difficult to not groan, when I take a blow to the gut. One heavy punch and I’m back in the rut.

I am such a mutt. A mix of so many things. They all ring inside of what I am. Time though now to take a stand. To see what is “out there” as empty and to feel what is “in here” as not heavy. It is light, a perfect concentration. Yeah, that will save me.

Then immune to the harpies’ call I will be. No lovely tune could seduce me, not possibly.  I could look and see the beautiful wings and features of certain creatures without any need. Why be devoured by their teeth?

The truth is that you are just as ugly as I. Your costume is fairer but away it flies and I see the truth. I see the real you, all the way through.

You are not evil, dark temptress. It’s just that your coldness is senseless. What is true and gives me pity on you is that you have so much farther to go than I do.

You are just a mirror that shatters me and leaves the pieces here. You are so unkind that I must now find freedom in my mind.

All that is left for me to do is to shatter you too. To truly recover from your attack would mean that I could once again dance with whoever and remain unattached.

You stole from me so much time, so much of my youth. Yet now I see the mistake was mine. I got caught in the loop.

Since then this era of wandering in the desert has seen many mirage illusions. The only hope now is to see through all delusions.


It soon will be time to finally overthrow my own mind.


Those of us who are cast aside do eventually begin to no longer be upset at lies.


In time this guy will find that he was and always will be just fine.


What a fool I was to think that someone else could make me whole and save me from the brink.


Just read the words on this sheet.

No need to compete.

We are all already complete.


In numinous awareness comes a most marvelous existence from

A continuous moment, empty and yet full, simply flowing

The layers we put upon the phenomena are but from

A small mistake, to sin is to make

An error in perception, the one exception

Maybe, it seems, is to see the unity

Of all things and no things

One field and also none

As such, not much

Just is what it is

Simply all this

Or is it?

A paradox


Everything is and yet is not



What in the world is going on

When so many sing different songs?

Such a variety

That many see as frightening

All different types of people

Not just those that gather under the steeple

So many different ways

And all seem to say

That they are an equal possibility

Coming from infinity

They truly are

Need not look far

To see that it is all leveled

Once you sever

Your biases

Look and truly see these

All as one spectrum

Of what can come from

Pure possibility

There is no hierarchy

Do not be soured

By those in power

Who invent classes, castes, and hate speech

They are surprisingly difficult to impeach

Instead we reach

To teach

One another

That we are all sisters and brothers

Birthed from what is possible

We only get lost in all

This nonsense rhetoric

Sophism enacted

By bad actors

Who act out these

Other possibilities

It is all a tease

From the same source

The nothingness before we were born

You may call me this:

An Existential Nihilist

That is fair

I do not care

But have you heard?

It is all just words

Actions are what matter

Although I cannot stand words

That are absurd

Because many fall for them

They are where discrimination stems

So yes they are empty

But can also be heavy

Let us choose them carefully

Perhaps then we can have a better script

To play out all of this

Bad character actors

Could turn into method masters

If only they would see their stages

As soapboxes for true sages




It is all too easy to walk around with our heads down. We see in front, and below, but what of above? A whole new view. Both humbling and heroic in composition. Do we forget to look up?

It can be like following a string that holds our heads up high and strong. Our feet ground into the earth like stilts that go deep below.

Head in the heavens, feet rooted firmly in the earth. Lofty and ideal, and yet grounded.

When you find your chin drooping let your feet sink in, let the string pull you up. It is as easy as softly dropping and lifting. Why is it that we forget to look up?

Let us remember to take in the humbled and heroic view of what is ascending above, and let us remember to mirror it below.



Sometimes we have to go through the dark valley to get to the light. When nothing is going our way it can feel like absolute Purgatory. But remember that Purgatory means purging. Whatever it is that is not serving your self realization or ascension is being purged. That is one way to look at it. When you work with it in that way then you can try to change or discrad those things. If that still does not work then the only thing to do is surrender. Some call it surrendering to the divine or divine will, some call it detachment or letting go, and some call it the falling away of ego. I am not sure what to call it but I am trying my best to do it and hope to step out of Putgatory a more illuminated and aware being one day. I wish I could say when but in the surrendering of control I truly do not know.



Thieves in the night
Bullshit populist
“Alt Right”
Means “Racist” so let’s fight

Unintelligent lies
Will be your demise

Have one track
Never egalitarian

Why sides still?
Reach across aisle
Stop ravaging
While it is happening

Corrupt nation states
Checks and balances
For paychecks and advances

World run by Oligarchs
Would be very stark
It draws near
Perhaps already here

We the people
Must not chase the steeple
Do not just believe
Question and retrieve
True motivations
Of those who run nations

This isn’t funny
When monologues
And sketches
Paint such wretched
Picture of much needed rebellion

It isn’t funny
For the answers





A new paradigm will come in time, if we survive this. Must be progressive, and aggressive. Do not suppress this. Read the lips of the muted forefathers. They called it, and this is what they wanted.

A country founded
On occupation
And control of natives
Supported by slavery

When was it great?!
Oh yes, when hate
Ran rampant
O’er the ramparts

Were gallantly streaming with blood
Like Noah’s flood
We believe
Such a story
Is real and has glory

I call all of it
Bad storytelling
So sop rebel-yelling

Gun nut idiots

Think for yourselves
Not from telltales
Sellout mercenaries

Their pawn took your rook
Since you wouldn’t look

Bad chess
Puffed out chests

You really fell

But not too late
Pickup pitchfork and stake
With your brain
A metaphor so refrain

From violence
Our lance
In this joust
Is rousing great doubt

Won’t you please come join me
In the fight to be free?

Turn a new page
Break from gilded cage

We need better standards
Uncle Sam is a bastard





Empire will fall
While building false border wall

Or we reinvent
By decree people-sent

Get past the hate
For first time truly make it great

We the people
Shorn sheeple

No wool left to cover our eyes. If you surmise that all is fine then you are being milked like bovines chopped up into a meal. Your ignorance is their veal.

Break the illusion
Of course there was collusion!

We need to stop being so naive
There is nowhere left to retreat

Like glaciers who have felt this
Truth inconvenient, our chances our melting

Alt right racist white men
And Neoliberal left corporate Dems
False dichotomy
One loud cacophony

Put down your Trump-ets
You Brexit like crumpets
Stop being controlled like muppets
Or mainstream media sock puppet motherf#%ers

Freedom of speech
Still somehow allowed
So this may some reach
Before disavowed

Let us demand a new score
A fresh playing board
Before cops shoot more
Just because of the tint
Of the skin
And this is not called a sin?!

To be more conscious
We must regrow a conscience
No more eye for an eye
It must be you and I
Meeting in the middle
To get past this dribble
And scribble

New laws
With fewer flaws
To be exploited
By the anointed
Trust funders
And bought pundits

If you still do not think we need more anarchism
Then look up the word “sophism”

They know what they’re doing

So we better get moving


One nation (corporation)


Under God (almighty dollar)


With liberty (literacy) and justice (money)


For all (just some)


I pledge allegiance to none, this one has come undone and sees the sum. We are one. We all live under the sun. Look me in the face, see that we are one race.

I don’t know how to end this
Problem and these verses
Except that it is us versus
Unchecked power
So words must flower
Dialogue with fellow man
Woman and child
Of all kinds

True equality
Now takes seniority

There is no more Democracy
Surely by now you see

But we do have before us
Some choices

This madness could end
When we take a real stand

Time to fly from the nest
Make citizen’s arrests

The 99 percent

Will forget

No more

Let’s settle the score

Card house will fall

When we stand tall

Above it

Blow real trumpet

Bugle not of war

But of accord

A treaty

Against the greedy

No one needs 2 Lamborghinis!

Oh please!

Get off your knees

Stop bowing

To celebrity ego-selfie-pouting


Really this should stop
But these Super-pac fops
Are too easy to mop
And hit across the jaw

One more amendment
It is not the millennials lack of spending

You old guard buffoons
It was the balloon

That burst
So get over your hurt

And let us take over
We’re the ones who are sober

Take your pensions
And retire
We won’t have them because of the tension
Caused by you the vampires
The scourge
Of the earth

So take a break son

This isn’t fun

You had your run

One thing we have learned

It’s OUR turn!!!