The ultimate gods of destruction

Because when it thunders

And lightning is blitzed

It casts an overshadow

Over the land

As these dragons bring the party

Down to where we stand

I beg to differ

That the strobe of lightning strikes

And the blaring sound system

Of thunder claps

Are like a rock show

Hosted by dragons

In the heavens

They come down to visit

Us Earthly beings

Usually during summer highs

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And a stance of honor

And dignified to state

That my second book of poetry,

The Wave that Flows,

Has been printed

As I laugh my ass off

From behind smoke and mirrors

Secretly quietly saying

Hush now hush

As through the epic poem Fox Paw

Within Book II

I can see the world around me

But they cannot see me

At the mystery of such

An epic story

This poem tells of trials lost

And battles won

The mystery here

Of Fox Paw is of justice

And redemption

And the temptation

At regaining my power

As it is that hour

That this story

Must be told

To be direct it is a bold act

As this poem must be a cold

And decisive, deciduousness

To exhaust the poison

That elapsed my decades

Into one moment

When I could have been dead

And at my last

Since it was time that was lost

And not my life

I stand against this strife

Of mental poison

But the light that illumined

That being of Me to

Enjoy the struggle

To tug and pull

And grapple with reality

Is what Fox Paw

The epic poem in Book II

And how I Zero-Balanced

It all about

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While listening to this song, try to imagine an orb of golden light embedded in the bamboo. It’s a shamanic adventure.

An orb in the sky

Flows and does

Floats through

A micro orbit

This is crazy

A ball of light

Conjured in my bamboo

This is crazy

So so slow

The Leaves

Move as you do

So so lazy

Dancing trancing

Stepping singing

Groove too

So so crazy

Maybe this

Vortice

Vortice

Hypno

My naked eye

A ball of light

I see in my eyes

Blinded by

Golden rays

If you see it too

You are crazier

Than me three

An orb in the sky

Flows and does

Floats through

A micro orbit

Mother Earth has given birth to both

That being her Sun

And his sister the Moon

As she makes all the other stars swoon

Her brother a beaming ball of fire

Whose light is tireless

It is water here on Earth

The life giving element

That yielded our Sun and Moon

Into existence

And as they all three

Live in a vast scape

Of darkness and silence

It is the close distance

Between the three

That is unforgettable

As all the other planets

In our solar system, their family

Since they are so far away

It is a difficult amount of trouble

To keep them all together

But when the planets align

With a crescent moon

On the sea scape of a nighttime sky

Such an omen it is to give

Illumined light

Such a beautiful sight

I would embrace with a bow

This omen of alignment

If only they could hear me

At the irony of such a grande moment

When I feel so small

Yet tall enough to acknowledge

These omens on the sharp edge

Of this present moment in time

The pressing rhyme

Being that our Solar System

Is a family of divinity

With eclipses

And twilight

As when us humans

Go to bed at night

These divine beings

Party until we see dawn

At our waking light

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I’d rather be lazy

Than go mad

Pacing is what I do

When my thoughts are all astray

Confused with disarray

These days it’s vertigo

It used to be getting my

Mind blown out in another kind of way

When I see things others don’t,

And hear things others won’t,

Want to hear nor believe

I hope no other has it worse than I do

That would be tragic

At least I have my magic tricks

But when the clock ticks

To kick it in the ass

I am right there with the rest

If some other has it worse than I do

My prayers go out to their family

As it means they have witnessed

A real tragedy

And loss of sanity

As the victim besieges reality

To break down those

Constructs of a mental wall

Can be a real haul

Up the most treacherous of peaks

That can take weeks

To regain one’s footing

On solid ground

And speak with a coherent sound

To be bound for this path of recovery

Is way deep in thought

And as I’d say to this persons family

To never give up

Because this one can make it

Through the toughest of stuff

And can be a blessing of good luck

Back to my daily path

Of pacing when my thoughts are racing

I know of no other way

But to stay where I know I am safe

As long as my feet are on the ground

I will be ok

But only if you are ok

This is the way a river flows

That of trusting in the strange

Workings of this world

That time tells the difference

That if we will it

Things will be ok

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Like walking through a field of mist

As it’s easy to miss

Thoughts wandering at such a gift

When all the mind does

Is wander in a daze

Of a cloud seeping through the hills

A watery haze

I love these moments

They are some of my greatest joys

I get all snickered out

Like a little boy

Opening up birthday presents

When I have the presence

Of taking a walk through

The mist that evaporates

After a rain storm

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I wonder why I weep so

When my thoughts

Start to go all strange and weird

As the painful ones all bewildered

I beg to differ I do not wish

That on one another

But it’s confusing being human

Humbled by the pain I’ve been through

As I can see through a window

That we all have our sufferings

And I don’t want to make that worse

For any other

As empathy is a form of respect

To not assume we know

Another’s place in this world

Compassion has it’s grace

The strength to sit with one

To give them space

And protect them so they

Can grow and sow the seeds

That they know will yield

To their time will tell

To sit and be still with the pain

That aches my heart

Having been broken

Compassion is worth

A golden token

Made of time and energy

To heal

As to me it is love and light

That I find most appealing

To sit still for an eternity

Until after the bows

Have been bent with enough tears

To shed that weight

Into release

I can cry freedom

From those wrath and chains

Alleviated from that mental pain

The torment dissolves

Diluted into a vapor

Of mist and steam

When I can breathe again

And see clearly through

Fog wiped off my window

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That feeling that we appreciate

Something or someone

For something special

For someone memorable

Because at any moment

They could be at their last

Or that something has past

To honor is to

Be conscience of that

So all day long

I say thank you to myself

Just for being here

As I have seen death in the face

And it is a gift that I am alive

So what I ask of people

Is to be aware of these

Strange workings of this world

To live each moment

To its fullest

With out this gratification

There will be regrets

As everything has an end

But amazement to live

Time will bend

With a magic pixie dust

Or seamless flow

To know that there is love

Of course with a heartbreaking end

There will be a new beginning

But it is gratification

That gives a seed of life

A new returning

Like the abundance

Of Spring and its green

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Both the one up high in the sky

Just like the one in our hearts

Made from love and light

Sensations of joy and delight

Above and beyond

Such great heights

This light reaches

Down into the dark valleys

And in between places

We haven’t seen nor heard of

What is the word

Of when this all began

I know science says one thing

But I think something different

That our Sun has always been there

As the Sun’s light brings

Our light of who we are into a place

A fabric of tiny strands of energy

Creating matter that banter

And talk to each other

About how to bond together

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In the nighttime sky

Tell many stories

Of where humans have been

These stars behave when

People have been like them

To fall to our Earth

Shooting across the wide and vast

Scape of darkness

They like to twinkle

Like one’s eyes who are alive

But to witness a planet

Bright on the horizon

In alignment with a crescent moon

At such the time of twilight

Is always an omen of truth

In how and when

The sky turns from blue to black

Isn’t it a pleasant dream

To think of one of us beings

Here on Earth

Being a wandering star

A sage of sorts

Wizened and old

As stories are told

Of this elder

Who could this person be?

But free from karmic bondage

No age can tell us anything

Of this ancient soul

But a far off distant sun

Since time has begun

Forever as time will never be done

That limitless vast scape

Of darkness is this stars home

Alone with how many

Other eternally setting suns

Where did they come from?

As these questions may never

Be answered?

But such a joyous quest

It is to venture into

Utter darkness

To fathom how the sun

Always sets in the west

As suns never rest

Even when shadow

Gets of us the best

As a star has its bed

With other moons

Swooning around its orbit

A compass that goes on forever

Always spinning back on itself

Like the planets and moons

Living together

Bonding as if lovers

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What is a hero but one

Who saves us from disgrace

Who stands against those racist faces

When time hasn’t lost its place

Where a sage has his case

Why in and how the empty mind

Of a Zero-Balancer I am

Has found his grace

Against…

Against is why I use

This balancing technique

To even out the odds

As the tide ebbs and flows

So does the life force

Find balance in emptiness

As emptiness is in everything

And everywhere but beware

Of the riptide that can steal

One away from its ride

As that capturing force

Has the worst case of deceit

That can go on for leagues

But between you and me

Let’s see beneath this

Abducting current

That needs the tides to shift

Which is why I am here

When I balance my psyche

And I get to cry freedom

I know I have served well

As my light is stronger than hell

As my light chimes a bell

Of victory and the tides swell

I know I have completed

Casting my spell

To keep hatred out of

This watering well

So we can all drink

Fresh water with no poison

This is my rational

And my ethos put to use

Which is why I meditate

The way I do

On balancing the force

This is my art of

Zero-Balancing

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Its what I’ve been given

And when it’s time play

I like to stay alive

And to be present to catch

Those perfect fleeting moments

That are bent over crazy with laughter

Having been driven

Crazed over poems

About imaginary girlfriends

As most my age are already wed

So so lonesome in the bed

It befuddles me in a confusing

Kinda context when I do my best

To not wither in tears

Over such lonesome moments

As these when I write my poems

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Is one of least resistance

As my stance holds strong and steady

To behold awe and wonder

At all that I discover

The mysteries of the deep

Embedded in the way that I keep

Secret and dear to my heart

As some of the strange workings

That I see in this art

Of scribing words

Are hear and now

To zero-balance

And to remember why did I start

With my left foot backwards

And my right foot

In the right direction

Yet this path I have had to dissect

To scrounge for answers

From my blurred past

As a good omen

That of a catalyst

Is as simple as the alignment

With a crescent moon

And a planet or two

On the setting suns horizon

To decipher these messages

I have become aged and wizened

Not with birth years

But with years of my soul

As time has elapsed

In a greater to few

To own my serenity

I have grown ancient and old

As I attempt to warmth for my heart

That has grown oh too cold

From seeing a bitter side of life

And deflecting too much strife

And when something in my psyche shifts

I cry freedom and feel a weight lift

This zero-balancing,

Deciduous, and a gift

An omen is given when I have won

A tussle that many might not see

But some thing my mind senses

And makes peoples unconscious self

Quite tense with apprehension

And curious many are

About what lies down

Deep in the night time sky

When all we see are stars

Twinkling hiding in darkness

But the thought realm is such a mess

Which is what I am trying to discuss

Some may say this foresight

Is unknown and unrecognized

But when I decide to witness

Balancing as a pendulum

It is as beautiful as a sundial

Timed with noon on the skylit sun

And to blue sky

Always makes me feel un done

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It pleases the soul

As the steam

It mimics the tears

Shed while weeping

It’s this flow that graces

The bows of a Weeping Willow

When moss in this tree

Ages as if it were a beard

From that of a sage

This stage we speak of

Is laced with green

And lichen growing

On its bark like a tattoo

A green mood

Deep in sky blue

But why do willows weep?

Unless they dream too

It’s as if dreams and tears

Are graced with its years

Why do willows weep?

As their stillness in gentle breezes

Keeps those little creatures

Such as gnomes and crickets

Chipmunks and fairies

Close to its roots

And flirts with the sun beams

In between clouds

To think of how

To make its voice out loud

Only heard by wisps of grass

But only so soft

Amongst its branches

Aloft for the song birds

To chime in on their tune

To sway to such a gentle

Wind eddy yet smooth and steady

When this Willow Weeps

So does its time

Held within the keep

Of its roots in how

Deep down they grow

With rows of moss

Tossed in the wind

And tanned by the sun

For its little creatures

Living here

Who hear of the love

Of the wood

Engraved on its trunk

“Love is Green”

Is its tattoo so subtle too

As to how blue this willow

Below its canopy

Growing its dream

Made of green

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I speak of - that we live in,

It is this internal strife that I mention

When we all raze questions

But when we have invasive voices

Against one’s personal space

I approach this with grace

But for me it’s a different story

Than guessing games

And putting down the blame

On its sources of shame

Because of who I am

I have been called to higher power

Because of who I’ve become

Defense to protect my people

Is my hour - to shine light upon

Those who wish and pray

For a more peaceful path

To be free of affliction

And the torment of evil

To be safe from those who steal

As I know how to turn the tables

As if it were a wheel

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When the heat swelters

A punishing form of humidity

Sweating to the point of humility

Humbled by how all I want to do

Is get naked

And sweat and bake some more

As my psychic core gets confused

Whether or not I’m in a sauna

At the tipping point of dawn

I dream of breathing clouds

That are made of gold

At no price can that be sold

Sun sets are as ancient as the old

Ways of wooing in the night court

And when sun down comes around,

After the super soothing sunsets

It’s those gentle summer breezes

That teases my senses

Into subtle notes of ginseng

At wonder and awe

Darkness at the caw of a raven

Behaving with mischievous tricks

As the subtle zephyrs

Are to remember between shadows

Having been given

The gifts of laughter and joy

At how sensational

Shadows and breezes

Rhyme between their

Sensation of touch

And how they feel

Intermingled and bewildered

At the touch as delicate as water

Or from a significant other

Graced by unconditional love

For the art of breathing

And scheming at a ravens play

With shadows

And darkness knows

The differences mixed amongst

All of what this passage

Has been betwixt

Musing about shadows

And breezes with her tricks

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Whoa I say this one

Is going to be a deep

Moment of becoming un-done

Think of a tea kettle

And steeping tea

Especially green it is

As green is my favorite color

It’s lush and abundance

At this time of year

And to dancing

With the leaves in the wind

And combustible greeneries

Are funnier than how

Fast a fat cat falls asleep

These sensations are

What I feel when I write poetry

But to those dark moments

When I ask provoking questions

That comes from my heart

Not the same as some

Tantalizing squeeze

But when I ask those difficult questions

I am saying please… please listen

As there are too many in dire situations

That crave elation and freedom

From those binding mental chains

It’s as if all the hurt in the world

Goes silently recognized

As soft as the hum in a sea shell

But could we move as one

A united whole

With a single prayer called Love

Because a lot of the hurt

In the world is a silent secret

I beg to differ it’s only a whisper

As it’s a mental thing

Those wrath and chains

Encumber-some and hidden

In the deepest crevices

Of reality that go too far unseen

But in my experience

It is light upon those dark places

That can illumine

The elusiveness of these creatures

But what I speak of are things

That don’t even cross

The paths of common knowledge

So many of us haven’t ever

Heard of the things I have seen

But the in between glance here

In these are my words

To express on Independence Day

Stating so I know I will rest better

My freedom of speech

Beneath the dying weeks

It is truth that I speak

And Love that I know

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As I fell asleep the other night

Listening to thunder and lightning

A premonition of our 4th

And America’s magnificent

Fireworks

Such explosions are so worth it

As the fireworks make my solar plexus

Boom as if I ate a stick of dynamite

And chewed on that for dinner

As the 4th in terms of holidays

Is my biggest winner

And M-80’s are a real sinner

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