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In the Western world, poetry is a dying art form…..  As art becomes extinct or ignored, so does the civilization.  Or, at the very least, the art being created, or the absence of it, reflect the spiritual condition of the individuals in the civilization.  Personally, I have discovered that writing poetry is very therapeutic. It creates  inner peace, perspective, serenity, spiritual insights, and aesthetic reverie.

Modern “poetry” is most often expressed in the Lyrics of songs.  Have you listened to very much “popular” music lately?  In the U.S. the most popular (best selling) music is “country music”.  The lyrics to the majority of these songs are written specifically to appeal to the LOWEST common denominators of human “intelligence”:  sex, cowboys, beer, trucks, parties, and the “idealized lifestyle” of the working-class peasant, jealousy, failed romance, and, did I mention sex?  Fundamentally, modern “music” is all about making money.  Like the rest of Western “civilization”, which is an artificially created mirage, bought and paid for by NWO bankers, legislated by criminal politicians, enforced by a psychotic military-police-state, and propagandized into “popularity” by the Global Media Machine — everything is about MONEY, Power, Control and Possessions…. and did I mention sex?

There is a quiet, simple remedy for the insane, manic, soulless absurdity created by the artificial environment of television, Hollywood films and the internet.  

It is a simple form of “meditation”:  Turn off the TV, turn off your cell-phone, turn ON Your Soul.  Write a poem.

If you wonder sometimes why you feel depressed, overwhelmed, stressed out, purposeless and alone, you may find Your SELF while writing a poem.  

I prefer HAIKU.  How about you?

I you would like to share your poems with me, and others who read the Blog, please post them in the COMMENTS!  🙂



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When we’re young we run
and play “let’s pretend” to be
anything and everything – just for fun.
Our imagination is the key.

As we grow up we are told
by others who are very serious
That reality is time and space and gold;
that games and visions are delirious.

Life goes on and we agree
what other people think is best:
to play our part in reality
just like them and all the rest.

Every game has a start,
a middle and conclusion.
When the time comes to depart
just make a new illusion!

You are Spirit ! Life Eternal !
You’ll make a future and new friends !
Through your dreams you are immortal;
like children playing “let’s pretend”.


Jewel within the Lotus
Phallus and the Womb,
United we are both of us
The Source of Life Anew.

We are really No-Things
Beings joined with Form:
Animating Matter
The Cause of all that grows.

All creation springs from Love,
Heaven joins the Earth:
We are Souls united with the Flesh,
Death is joined with Life.

I am like Air.
You are like Fire.
A hearth is made in Our embrace.
Our loins the fuel, our kiss the spark,
We fan the Flame with Our desire.

Rising smoke from each caress,
Our Love the heat, Our Joy reflects
That through Our Seed, Our Souls are met:
through Our Own Cause we are Effect.

One reaches,
One withdraws.
Positive flows to negative,
In and out and ebb and flow
Are rhythms of the Universe.

One is born
One grows old
Life and Death are a single thread –
Binding Souls within the flesh!


Woman, Thou Art Beauty!

born beyond being…
rare and simple purity
fragile power — timeless immortality.

Complex simplicity, perfectly sublime:
undying yet reborn.

Serenity in action, uncompromised by time:
wrinkled though unworn.

No dance can sway Thee
No psalm can say Thee
No sight can see Thee
No sense can be Thee

You Are that You Are
as ever You will be.
Thou Art Beauty,