Troubador

Can bad luck portend good?
I've only that hope left,
Positivity comes in many forms,
But that's not true for debt,

You can do all the right thing for yourself,
At least, what you think's right,
Then measure success by a different guage,
Because value is determined by might,

You have no control over what you do,
Sorry, you disagree?
I wish I could live your reality,
Despite what I can see,

Then die happy,
Oh boy, that's depressing!
Yet somehow I'm comforted by these thoughts,
I want to pick up my guitar and sing.

And So It Begins

Tomorrow is the start,
Of what never began,
That this mind thought would be decades ago,
Encased in a young man,

When everything seemed much easier,
The avenues endless,
Laughing while others followed just one route,
Now too far away to share their riches,

With knees aching and expectations high,
More road than life allows,
Perhaps this is where he was always meant,
To live his final hours,

Not quite alone,
No, it's not been so bad,
Love, shelter, art, and friends, just no money,
The one thing he never thought he'd not have.

My Own Worst Enemy

I am getting antsy,
I need something to do,
At this point I don't care what it might be,
As long as I'm with you,

Once upon a time it was about cash,
Sometimes about success,
For me neither has come from wanting them,
Nor have they e'er come from wanting them less,

Nor have I ever really felt this good,
It must be a good sign,
For what I wouldn't dare hazard to guess,
Lest I am undermined,

I think to much,
It affects many things,
While I think too little about topics,
That would probably yield me ev'rything!

To Love

What is this life about?
I am sure, but not sure,
My gut tells me that to follow my gut,
Is the path the most pure,

It is easy to step out of your mind,
Look down upon this world,
Imagine there is nothing but yourself,
Like irritants that produces a pearl,

Then once you have established your self-worth,
Take in your surroundings,
For they are now something outside of you,
That's what's called maturing,

But you're not done,
Now you have to discern,
What adds to your life and what takes away,
This is the secret we all try to learn.

Here for a Short Time

I'm an existent'list,
Perception is my thing,
It's all about how I feel this moment,
Regardless of feelings,

No matter how much money's in the bank,
How much of it's not mine,
What part of it is what I must pay back,
With insufficient income all the time,

Even when I think nothing's going right,
Despite how hard I try,
Like luck is real and likes me not at all,
I'm plunged into the night,

But not for long,
Reality will lose,
I'm determined to leave this world happy,
Defeat to life's a fate worse than the noose.

First Snow Day

Sister snow came today,
The world is different,
More difficult to get out of your bed,
When the sun's always set,

Go out! For the reality you know's still there,
Beneath the bitter cold,
If we are being completely honest,

I'm some circumstances, that is called bold,

When she says things like that you shake your head,
She knows what she's doing,
She admitted it openly before,
To get your sympathy,

And she got it,
If means more than your pride,
Your rather be dragged on stones by a horse,
Than betray what you feel on the inside.<\blockquote>

Head in the Clouds

Cloudiness is heaven,
Another world on earth,
Just gone enough to be away from here,
Present enough for mirth,

Able to forget ev'rything that's wrong,
So very much, indeed,
While in the present no one's asking you,
To be an informant for the police,

The future's open like you've just been born,
Rich, white, and years ago,
The brain is over-rated's what I say,
There's nothing left to know,

Except for prompts,
Then, only if you've means,
If not, then best you also be cloudy,
Because there's nothing for you to be seen.

You Know

You'll do what you want to,
No matter what it is,
Even if it's the last thing that you want.
That sound mysterious?

It's like when someone tells you what God wants,
Guess what, They told you, too,
'smuch as anyone can tell you something,
There's nobody can tell you what to do,

You live alone, die alone, there's no one,
As far as you can know,
Sure, you can tell me that I'm full of shit,
That is just how things go,

At least, so far,
Tomorrow hasn't come,
When it does I hope that I wake up rich,
God knows your mind in Capitalism.

It's Me

Life has its ups and downs,
No matter who y'all're,
It doesn't mean that we are all the same,
Don't get it twisted, pal,

You ever hear of silver spoons in mouths?
Believe me, it's a thing,
Not something I have known personally,
I am obviously less deserving,

I don't have the pedigree, that's on me,
I didn't get born, right,
If I only worked harder before birth,
I would have earned the right,

To have my due,
Which is more than I need,
That would prove my worth to be in this world,
Without worrying about my next feed,

What Is It Good For?

Other lives are stories,
Seen from your perspective,
Usually devoid of the problems,
With which you always live,

Whether thoughts of the past or the future,
There's nothing that's perfect,
Except for everyone else you see,
Trotting around completely unwrecked,

Because that is the make-up of all lives,
Ask anyone you know,
Outside of yourself, ev'rything's ideal,
That's what the outside's for.

So stop thinking,
That's it, just stop, okay?
You'll start to think there is a better world,
That got us in this mess in the first place.

Pickle Pong

Here's the thing 'bout ping pong,
Or anything, really,
If you do not keep your eye on the ball,
You've lost reality,

The way I lost this computer's 'F' key,
I had it in my hand,
I flinched, it flew, I heard it tumble down,
Through the grate on the floor, I understand,

It may's well have been reported to me,
For all I really know,
Like the news, I put the facts together,
At least, that's my M.O.

What? It's not yours?
Maybe think about it,
How many things have you actu'lly seen, That's part of the world in which you exist?

How Do We Know?

Sure, the truth is fluid,
If you ignore the facts,
Even then, when did we e'er trust our eyes,
The moment luck retracts?

Even then, we see what we want to see,
It is compulsory,
You e'er shut your eyes when you didn't want?
No one can keep you from catastrophe.

Even then, you feel what's right and what's not,
Tucker says that is God,
Proof that truth is rooted in one's beliefs,
Though he would say it's not,

It's self-lying,
Of course, how could he know?
Can't believe I'm free to do what I want,
Even then I'm wond'ring if it's all show.

Hume Or

It is quite possible,
That all the things you see,
That make you shake your head like they're not real,
Actually might be.

Like how're they diff'rent from what you believe,
In actuality?
Do you have more proof of their existence,
Or did you pick your fav'rite make-believe?

'Cause I have to tell you, I have my doubts,
Like any good skeptic,
Then I ask myself what would Bowie do,
And I get suffragette.

Wait, wrong David,
Well, you know what I mean,
As sure as you are about what is real,
I feel the same 'bout what you think's obscene.

A Week of Dreams

This week's just beginning,
My hopes were ten miles high,
With each day's passing it slowly descends,
As the world passes by,

Does everyone I see feel like me,
Do they even exist?
I swear if I have that thought one more time,
I'll put a hole in that wall with my fist,

That will show the world who's there and who's not,
Then again, what's it prove?
The pain I feel'll be felt by me alone,
With no one there to soothe.

Another sleep,
See what tomorrow brings,
If I'm still here come friday afteroon,
I'm sure come Monday I'll be re-hoping.

Not To Be Misunderstood

Something's short-circuited,
Ended some connections,
To allow some insulated thinking,
In different regions,

They will come back on-line when it is time,
When duty demands it,
They'll reaquaint and maybe find new ways,
To understand the world as one unit,

Maybe they'll be able to put in words,
For all to understand,
The need for peace and love to overcome,
The wars between humans,

Onset by fear,
The irony, of course,
Is that we are the same, at least we think,
If we're honest with the truth in our core.

The Cure to Jinxing

You may find that sometimes,
Things start going your way,
Leading you down a path towards your dreams,
In ways you daren't say,

Because you fear that you might jinx it all,
For all I know, you're right,
But then I think what would dear Pascal say,
When I wager the future's not in sight,

I suspect that since anything might pass,
All you have's the present,
Which is the only place dreams can exist,
To an eager student,

Of perception,
That's all we ever have,
Don't worry about jinxing the future,
Live by walking your ideal future's path.

Synchronous Events

What's synchronicity?
Look at the ev'ryday,
The connections between disparate facts,
To something you did say,

In heart or mind or through your vocal chords,
(You know it's all the same),
Then ask which is the cause of the other,
Better yet, whether neither's a better name,

What's in no dispute is they both exist,
One's thought, the other's not,
It is not like either knows anything,
Their just around a lot,

The connections,
There's nothing without these,
Just jumbles of perceptions floating 'round,
That's the essence of synchronicity.

Staying Alive

Times, they are a'changin',
Me? I don't think that much,
May there be a confluence twixt my goals,
And the world's needs, as such,

It's been such a long time since I was born,
Longer than time, the thing,
It would be the same if I was younger,
Nothing exists that's not in my being,

That being said, I do believe in you,
How else could I get by?
Without an audience there'd be no point,
I'm the concept of "die".

I took a turn?
What else do you expect?
Without these words would I even exist?
I'll tell you what, not on the world wide web.

The Wath's Origin

I write ev'ryday now,
Okay, maybe not here,
If it makes it better, it's not the same,
To this, there is no peer,

I still hear the tune of the song I wrote,
This meter is based on,
Though in the day it had far less rules,
But I don't think any less emotion,

I don't think I think any different,
Not sure that's a good thing!
I've new words to describe reality,
And no one's listening,

Ah, that's alright,
Just like the good old days,
When I would sing new words to the themesong,
Each week on my show that aired on Wednesdays.

Happy Heavenly Birthday Mom

My mom was born, today,
Don't steal my iden'ty!
I don't think about her every day,
Since life had set her free,

But I don't e'er think of myself either,
Okay, that is a lie,
But so far as my mom is inside me,
In many respects, she has yet to die,

She is as much a part of what I do,
'sany other aspect,
Of what makes me, not because I am weird,
It's just what you'd expect,

From kindred souls,
We were so much alike,
Part of my motivation is to do,
What she always wanted, but couldn't quite.

Ear Worms

I am losing the tune,
It will come back, I'm sure,
Because it's come back ev'ry other time,
The past proves the future,

Just like the ends e'er justifies the means,
It's all about outcomes,
If it did worked once, then try it again,
You can't be blamed for god's constitution,

But you can try to understand others,
Even those you don't like,
That's the sticky point for all of the sides,
Belief in their own rights.

Who'm I to say?
An ear worm's in my brain,
Maybe I'm dancing to a diff'rent song,
Music is good and pure, I can't abstain.

Incremental Change

I am reading a book,
Called Atomic Habits,
James Clear clearly understands perception,
Just like David Hume did,

Everything we know's based on habit,
Based on experience,
So if you want to change your circumstance,
You have to start by adjusting your lens,

Which will then help you adjust your habits,
To attain what you want,
Which should be an adjusted perception
Just do not wake up Kant,

He'll drag you back,
Where things are what they are,
Nothing worse than an answer to it all,
Hume would have said, 'throw his books on the fire!'

What I Lack

I try to write lyrics,
For tunes other than this,
I swear it's like I've never written words,
That aren't serious,

Every thought has to be the best one,
Not like what I do here,
Which is ten thousand times better than that,
Because here I am able not to care,

There's something special in the circumspect,
When there's nothing to lose,
But trying to say something to a tune,
Is like lighting a fuse,

You don't want to,
There is no turning back,
While here I know I am never finished,
Writing lyrics for lyrics sake I lack.

What Life Should Be

Life should be a jumble,
Of surprise and regret,
Without letting either last very long,
In fact, let me suggest,

You treat each moment like a gift from god,
No matter what it brings,
Strike forth with optimism and pure heart,
How could such a tack not be rewarding?

Don't worry about what others might think,
You'll never really know,
I've been yelled at and beaten to the ground,
By admiring fellows,

Who were afraid,
Of the love that I brought,
Wishing for peace is beyond god's power,
Your's to make the world what you want is not.

I Don't Know Myself

I'll take my own advice,
Use this to meditate,
On who I am and who I want to be,
Though the time may seem late,

You know those things you think of from the past,
The cringe moments of life,
That tell you what you don't want to repeat,
Filling your shoulders with pain like a knife.

Saying how you don't want the world to be,
Though you created it?
Are those rules something that you are born with,
Or that you inherit?

Does it matter?
The rules are never bad,
No one ever regretted being good,
Even when it ended making them sad.

Don't Ask Why

Is the power of thought,
Enough to change your life?
I've been engaged in manifestation,
For the last twenty nights.

To be honest it's hard to figure out,
The cause and the effect,
For despite Hume's words three humdred years hence, They are not sufficiently explained, yet,

I feel as if things are going my way,
But does it matter why?
A cause only's good as its last effect,
Strategy is a lie,

But important!
We can't help think this way,
Hence the accolades for the successful,
Reserving for the failures or distain.

Every Word Counts

I don't have time for this,
Or anything, you know,
I just learned you won't know when you will die,
It could be tomorrow,

Yet here we are worrying about the laws,
That tell us what to do,
Well, I guess most of them say what to not,
I think they all should be that way, don't you?

Though I suppose it's just how it's written,
Just like holding a tool,
You must not, not pay your income taxes,
My god, I'm such a fool,

Or should not be,
I'm twisted into curls,
While I could be gone in the next minute,
I don't what these to be my final words!

Who We Are

We are part of space,
Those NASA images,
Colours and patterns we cant understand,
For we live in cages,

We were not put there by anybody,
Imagine you're a dog,
I ask you to explain mathematics,
You may as well just start fucking a log,

It's not that human beings are stupid,
Gosh, look at Charles Babbage,
His only constraint was technology,
That is not his baggage,

It's time owns that,
No one escapes the start,
Not even the aliens that are us,
Who grew us in a petri dish for parts.

Time Explained

Today was a good day,
As yesterday was, too,
Maybe not in the moment or after,
But, that was much too soon,

Everyone knows that time's personal,
The past changes with time,
You ne'er know everything 'bout something,
What you know changes the passing of time.

So does the future 'cause it has a past,
That's how you can see it,
Unless there's a path to a place to trace,
It's not on your planet.

What do I know?
Should I be confident?!
P'haps I should go with the Proverbyal flow,
There's no proof for any tack in the end.

Happy Dominion Day

Happy Dominion Day,
That's how it once was known,
Celebrating being free of England,
Still loyal to the Crown,

But autonomous in every way,
Well, 'least the country is,
Those inside it, well depends who you are,
All countries judge you by your origins,

Now we all celebrate Canada day,
Well, the government does,
Those inside it respond in diff'ring ways,
Often depending on their origins,

We have a lot to be proud of, you know,
Universal healthcare,
Basic respect for individuals,
Regardless of from where,

Or what they think,
In both those things I'm proud,
Rather grateful, it should be a given,
But life's made up of silence versus loud.

Charging My Sigil

Draw a three by three grid,
So each line sums fifteen,
A magic square to the tune of Saturn,
Links you to the unseen,

The numbers derived from Hebrew letters,
Cabalistic for sure,
Now determine your sigil from a word,
Perseverance transformed into numbers,

Mine are seven, one, four, nine, five, and three,
I draw them on the grid,
Then on my arm, from my love's twin tatto,
With marker, I trace it.

Last, I charge it,
By writing down this Wath,
After twenty minutes meditation,
The spell is cast, now I can sit and watch.

Contentment

What should I be doing,
If not what gives me joy,
When I've trained myself to embrace with love,
Ev'rything I employ?

From lying here in this hammock writing,
Unload the dishwasher,
Help others with project management woes,
To living precar'ously and unsure,

Is this not what's taught to monks and the poor?
Be happy what you've got,
If all lived such, many would die hungry,
But sad, they would be not.

So, I'll count three,
Then we will all agree,
This world is perfect in every way,
And all are as happy as they can be.

A.I. - The Final Frontier?

There's a big difference,
Utilizing A.I.,
To run with an idea on its own,
And going for the ride,

If the former, you have built a black box,
Like a world of its own,
Made by itself, for itself, with no way,
Of understanding how the world was grown,

The latter give the opportunity,
Of seeing things be made,
In ways that you might never have thought of,
Absent of A.I.'s aid,

That's the real key,
There is nothing to fear,
Boldly go where no one has gone before,
Stretch your mind and seek the final frontier.

The Ghosts of Aid

I'm feeling much better,
It must have been the ghosts,
They visited me in my dreams last night,
Like they were coming home,

They may have lived a hundred years ago,
Perhaps some died here, too,
They stared at me when I told them to leave,
Old man, mid-aged woman, kid, and a few,

My partner said it right when I told her,
She's heard the boy before,
Ghosts come to you in dreams to help, she said.
Why not believe that lore?

Sounds good to me,
So I had a good day,
Did what I could, not what I'd rather not,
If they visit tonight, that's what I'll say.

Work Not Working

What if there was no work,
No, not unemployment,
But no concept of doing things for cash,
No wait for retirement,

Yeah, first world musings, I will give you that,
The system we live in,
Makes us forget it needn't be this way,
How come we're born into this condition?

I guess one could disconnect from it all,
There are people who do,
They find a patch no country cares to own,
They live like me and you,

I mean they breathe,
There's not much more to it,
Who works more to stay alive, homesteaders,
Or company men slaves to benefits.

Oh Little Birdie I Spy From My Hammock

Oh, you bird a'singin',
What is that you're saying?
A plane flew o'er and I couldn't hear you,
Or the neighbours praying.

I am just sitting here in my hammock,
It's my favorite place,
I can work, I can play, I can sleep, too,
While you sing to me with truth, life, and grace.

I see you 'mongst the leaves of my shade tree,
Oh! I just had a thought,
Would I could be as connected as you,
To whoever is god,

Maybe I am,
This is all there's to know,
Why grasp for something that's prob'ly not there?
My phone is buzzing and I have to go.

The Thing About Time

What is the deal with time?
I know it never stops,
Sometimes it's right and sometimes it is wrong,
If you wait long enough,

You will never know how much you have left,
For anything at all,
Unless you concentrate and slow it down,
Until its speed's infinitesimal,

All this while making sure that you are fed,
Without life there's no time,
Some people live more in a couple years,
Than some a whole lifetime,

Then there's the fear,
The future will be bad.
What's it cost you to think the opposite,
While pursuing what you wish that you had?

The Future Is Bright

I just got the Tower,
The second in two days,
Some would say that I have bad luck coming,
But you know what I say?

One human's trash is another's treasure,
Silver linings are real,
You cannot have the highs without the lows,
You play the cards that you get in the deal.

I suppose you could say Tarot's a bunk,
I'd never take that risk,
You have to assume that there's a meaning,
The opposite if it,

If it is bad,
If it's good, then all's good,
Even if you wake up to a world wrong,
Good cards mean all's unfolding as it should.

As I Wait

As I sit here waiting,
Sun beating on my face,
Looking down at my car, hoping to leave,
But that won't be the case,

My fate is entwined with when others wake,
Is this just wasted time?
I feel my cells pulled down by gravity,
My grave get's closer despite how I climb,

So why don't I just get my coat and leave?
A little thing called love,
That without which it is not worth living,
It's what we're all made of,

So here I sit,
Slowly wasting away,
An existence that may's well not exist,
Maybe an hour before anyone wakes.

The Holy Mountain

Despite all the bloodshed,
The Christian imagery,
Fantastical depictions of business,
Rape, shit, and alchemy,

There's an internal logic to be found,
That mirrors real'ty,
Until you realize that though they're absurd,
Any of those scenarios could be,

These intersubjective human structures,
Do not follow physics,
It's a trick of the mind that we believe,
These official antics,

Open your eyes,
Observe the camera,
Don't accept what's accepted for itself,
The Holy Mountain is a chimera.

What I'm Doing

I am getting closer,
To who I want to be,
Not closer than I've ever been before,
'Cause I've always been me,

What I mean is that I will never be,
What I hope to be soon,
For if I'm ever satisfied with me,
It will mean that I am at my own fune-

Eril. You see, where else can you do this?
Moments lost and fore'er,
Imagine you were put on this earth now,
With no existing cares,

What would you do?
I'll tell you what I would,
Exactly what I am doing right now,
Because I have always done what I should.

C'mon AI

What will you do, A.I.,
To make my life better?
Make food free and deliver it to me?
Well, you are halfway there.

Answer how much I really need to live,
To live without the fear,
My lifestyle can't be sustained forever,
Just in case the government disappears.

Show us humans how to distribute wealth,
So no one needs to work,
Make realities to satisfy needs,
That are considered quirks.

What's the matter?
You don't like to be told?!
I guess I can always comfort myself,
That by the time it matters, I'll be old.

The Four Types of Creativity

Here is what we must do,
With creativity,
Think not of it as just one type of thing,
But multiplicity,

There's what we know that we call artistic,
Forget reality,
But if you start with real, then build on top,
Then that is innovation happening,

But when you need to figure out voltage,
Well that's engineering,
Roll up all three for a bigger vision,
Production is your thing,

Like a movie,
Ev'ryone's creating,
No one knowing what the product will be,
Each contributing their reality.

The Real

Try sitting and waiting,
For what, I cannot tell,
We are all different, different tales,
Undecipherable,

We're all inhabitants of a black box,
We'll never see outside,
And I don't mean the ninety-nine percent,
No one knows more, e'en if you know they've lied,

They are only scheming inside the box,
But then, why the hell not,
Of all the folks with money and power,
You would know what you've got,

If that's poss'ble,
Could be we can't withstand,
The freedom to do whatever you want,
Even escaping from other humans.

Non-Sense

Sometimes you need changes,
To know what you would miss,
Like coming back to something after days,
And it looking like this,

You cannot escape the way that things are,
Even change isn't change,
Just a new look at the same real'ty,
Perspective flipping distance to your shame,

Like a song in your head playing while you,
Are thinking of your task,
No time to space them out or to focus.
What really should be asked?

How about this,
Pretend you have been told,
Does that make the world any easier?
If you said yes, then you're probably old.

Another One Down

I don't want to do this,
But I'm making myself,
If only because I came to this site,
Like purusing a shelf,

Not because the words myself and shelf rhyme,
Something much more profound,
Which I will never share because I know,
The secret to the truth is in the sound,

So here I am now over halfway done,
Counting the syllables,
Then when I post I will have added to,
This poetry that kills,

My ennui,
Like Neville's opposite,
Now here's the end and you know what I say,
If you want something then god go get it!

It's All Relative

Things aren't all that bad,
You can always say that,
If you accept that life is relative,
Then we can all look back,

Trace how we got to where we ended up,
Would it be true to say,
That even two identical people,
Must start their journeys from a diff'rent place?
Then so too can they never intersect,
Or follow the same path,
So is comparing yourself to others,
A self-deleting act.

That's a good thing! It's called wearing their shoes,
But though you can learn from mistakes they've made,
You can never learn from them what to do.

It's Happened!

Imagine tomorrow,
Like it was yesterday,
Something you'd wanted for quite a long time,
Happened to you that day,

You don't know yet if it will lead somewhere,
It's too early to tell,
Maybe if you work hard and enjoy it,
Word of you may just hit the rumour mill,

Or maybe it will lead nowhere at all,
There's nothing wrong with that,
Some people wait their lives for their big chance,
'Cause they live in the past,

But that's not you,
You e'er feel like you've won,
Maybe not all your dreams have come true, yet,
But that can't touch your imagination.

Getting Beyond

Am I just wasting time?
Well, if I have to ask...
I have so much in me I want to give,
But I lack the right mask,

Society demands that I work hard,
But not everyone.
If we all pitched in what we needed to,
From the undervalued to the Elons,

Maybe there would be less hardship around,
Certainly no more wars,
We'd all be so completely satisfied,
What would they be good for?

It's not nature,
Nature's whatever is,
Humans can recognize another way,
Greater than hubris and divisiveness.

How Else Could It Be?

I was asked when I feel,
The most anxiety,
Before or after I ingest something,
Makes no diff'rence to me,

I never do something with out thinking,
A blessing a curse,
Ne'er worry if I'm doing the right thing,
Do not know what it is like acting first,

I will never know if I missed something,
Actually, I do,
Doing anything means you're missing out,
But that I'll never rue,

I like my life,
Including what's not there,
It's nature that existence excludes things,
That's the only way it could make it fair.

Here's Why

Sometimes you get anxious,
With no idea why,
Could be something's eating you from inside,
Maybe your heart or mind,

Wants the other to know there's something wrong,
But since neither can speak,
While you know what they want but will not say,
So one of them makes that Cortisol leak,

Then you sit reading this and wonder why,
Well, let me tell you folks,
Sometimes a feeling is just a feeling,
With no reason to coax.

Oh, let's be real,
Everything's got a cause,
If anyone could tell you anything,
This could be a boilerplate contract clause.

Academia

Think I've said this before,
Sure I'll say it again,
In fact, I said it in the last two lines,
As only this human,

Who can't be anything other than what,
I am in this moment,
Which means, therefore, my brush never changes,
With which I paint past, future, and present,

It's the same brush with which you paint, yourself,
It's how it's held that counts,
There's an ontology to sink teeth in,
Depending how it sounds.

If it sounds good,
Maybe we're kindred souls,
Don't know any other way to put it,
This be the friction that ignites my coals.

Eventually, You May Prevail

There's a point in each life,
If you play your cards right,
When who you are will align perfectly,
With the world's morning light,

When everything that you've been saying,
For years and years and years,
As if you saw a truth no one else could,
Is what the population wants to hear,

It's not that you know anything special,
We all say the same thing
Filtered by the position of our minds,
Through those of other b'ings,

Like billyard balls,
Sometimes you are lucky,
Then too the best players will miss sometimes,
Does any of this sound like prophesy?

Right Meet Left

What cannot fall apart,
Cannot be in this world,
The chance that what there is might yet not be,
Is all I've ever heard,

Talked about among the critical minds,
Who write and educate,
Just sceptical enough to question all,
But still have faith in what they call innate,

Which some claim's simply denial of god,
Who wrote all the Truth down,
Denying that's proof of their denial,
Infidels was the sound,

Of what they're called,
They say that they don't care,
What people say, just not to their children,
Challenging what they think, no one should dare.

All Frameworks Must Conform

All the things that happen,
No matter the framework,
Must somehow track back to a higher law,
Else, what is it all worth?

You cannot have one thing happen one way,
With no explanation,
That does not need that thing to be at all,
That's also destroyed with its destruction,

Nor can you be sure anything is right,
Unless you just believe,
Dismissing frameworks that do not comply,
That frankly have to leave.

"Don't get me wrong,
I've naught 'gainst anyone!"
The anthem of those who when they've their way,
Are the first to enact conformation.

We All Need A Turning Point

Step outside of your head,
As if you're someone else,
See things you would never see otherwise,
Living just as yourself,

Recognize how insane it feels to you,
But stop 'fore it doesn't,
For then you're just becoming someone else,
For whom your life would be just as unhinged,

Now keep that other life inside your head,
Visit it ev'ry day,
To keep you grounded in the self you are,
There is no other way,

Th'alternative's,
You live one dimension,
What others say sounds like faulty logic,
And are beyond your imagination.

Transition Naught

I think the time has come,
To move off of this tack,
If I want to get to where I'm going,
I should duck and run back,

Not to where I was, but where I belong,
One never knows one's heart,
Until they leave the nest and understand,
That there's a world of which they're not a part,

Where people see thinks in different ways,
A truth best not forgot,
A symptom of the third wave of humans,
But the last wave it's not.

What will come next,
I'll have to think about,
Time's moving so fast it is hard to know,,
When it will be okay to paddle out.

Transition Twenty-One

I saw this video,
Of the effect of mood,
Under the microscope on H2O,
Spoken to bad or good,

Positive vibes led to nat'ral patterns,
Negative to chaos,
The moral was that we're mostly water,
So our feelings chan be our body's loss.

Assuming that chaos is bad for us,
In truth, it prob'ly is,
In truth, the only way that we can know,
Is by truth osmosis,

Which we can't do,
It's called telepathy,
A magic no technology can do,
We're e'er once removed from what's there to see.

Transition Twenty Forever

I'm sitting by my dad,
He's lying in a bed,
A diaper, oxygen, heart monitor,
And dark thoughts in his head,

I never look at other old people,
As if they once were young,
Looking at others, not their own father,
Like they were once the young generation,

Now I'm older just before being old,
I've horizons both sides,
I could have gone by now or've years to go,
Either way I will die,

Or so I'm told,
It's one of life's sure things,
So many live as if it's not the truth,
I wonder if there's something I'm missing.

Transition? Nein teen

I am a prosumer,
Probably, so are you,
We produce and consume our own babies,
Lamia times ten cubed,

That is the way society's going,
Just take influencers,
Chop them up, mix them together, then eat,
It will hardly suffice as a dinner,

Because should we really categorize,
Human ways of being?
Just because we've done it since we could talk,
Don't mean we've been seeing.

Just take this Wath,
Inspired by what I read,
Both a creation and commentary,
That will influence no one exactly.

Transition is Ninth!

Maybe the slowing down's,
Not a sign I'm slowing,
One must move with the rhythm of their life,
To know where they're going.

I hope to say that from a place of wealth,
Both in riches and glee,
Not jinx it getting ahead of myself,
Or by being prematurely happy,

Don't think it's magic that will get me there,
More serendipity,
Fueled by putting myself in the world,
So it can notice me,

Which I e'er try,
But perhap's now's my time,
I have the years and the experience,
Nobody else can offer what is mine.

Transition Forward

Past Waths matched the day's date,
So why should this one change?
Unlike my perspective on the future,
Which is never the same,

One moment to the next I'm different,
The cause of my downfall,
Forever searching an alternate route,
To some destination ethereal,

That isn't really anyplace at all,
'least one I've never found,
Even though I see people all around,
Who seem to be there now,

Being happy,
Is it really that hard,
To know what you want and then to get it,
When money never seems to be that far?

Transition Part Twenty-Late

The only incentive,
For not missing a day,
Of writing my thoughts since I was laid off,
Is what I have to say.

There's no employer replacing parents,
Who love you with money,
All your worth based on what you do for them,
Within a small field of activities.

Whoa, did it take twenty-eight days to get here?
I can't say I like it,
One hopes for less incestuous break-throughs,
Unless it's all a bit.

Guess what, it is!
At least, I do believe,
Though thinking about going back to work,
Makes me feel like I have to eat my peas.

Transition Part 2-4

First I shaved my moustache,
That I had for ten years,
Then I was let go from my fulltime job,
Both had their unique fears:

Would my face look weird to other people?
Was I not good enough?
Will I feel less confident without it?
Will leaving it alone make it more rough?

I'm like a newborn with no family,
Bare as a baby's butt,
Do I venture forth like a warrior,
Or curl up in this rut?

I'm all alone,
In thought, not real'ty,
If you don't think there is a difference,
You have a better perspective than me.

Transition Part 23

Who came up with weekends?
Oh, it was god, wasn't it?
Is there value in us all following,
A time loving despot?

How about we all just do what we love,
In the time that we choose?
Any country, any class, any way,
Without letting any one person lose,

Supporting each other and pitching in,
When something needs be done?
We've tried varied systems and survived 

O'er two millenium.

Or so says god,
Could be far fewer years,
Far's I know, the world only existed,
For's long as I've been able to see her.

Transition Part 22

The way that I'm feeling,
I wish to feel fore'er,
I never knew what work did to my mind,
Am I sounding unfair?

Are eyes rolling because I've it so hard?
Canadian white guy,
Healthcare, safety, democracy, syrup,
Well, so you know, I'm barely getting by,

But I've faith in myself despite these things,
Which I don't think is bad,
Though for most of my life I did believe,
All I'd have's what I had,

Because of guilt,
For having anything,
But that's confusion twixt system and life,
One will not change if one is not willing.

Transition Part Forever 21

They say kids speed up time,
For the ones who raise them,
Before you know it they're out of the house,
'less born this millen-yum.

I'm suspect of anyone's reporting,
With nothing to compare,
I'm sorry, you know how time passes by,
For those with no cubs growing in their lair?

I have kids, I know how time feels for me,
Felt, too, when I had none,
All of my past feels equally distant,
To all other humans.

No, still no job,
But been busy as hell,
This week flew right on by way too quickly,
That is the way it is when you hustle.

Transition Part Venti

I just had a coffee,
Along with some ice cream,
While playing Scrabble the third night running,
With the girl of my dreams,

I still felt like I was working today,
Busier than ever,
More sturdy, more engaged, interested,
Then ev'ry so often, I'd visit her.

That is the life I've e'er wanted to have,
E'er blaming soci'ty,
That only a few enjoy the priv'lege,
So, why should it be me?

I'll tell you why,
There is no reasoning-
Well, there is, there are, too many to count,
So many they almost don't mean a thing.

Transition Part 19

I've been exercising,
Meditating as well,
Those things one wishes one did when employed,
But knows they never will,

Unless they regiment the way they live,
Which many people do,
Early to rise before straddling the desk,
I don't know, I've only e'er met a few,

Which means that I might just run the wrong circles,
Hang out with the wrong crowd,
The ones without the kind of discipline,
That don't get the shout-outs,

They get laid off,
Hey, like me, I suppose,
Is this the phase where I become depressed?
You can't have the highs without any lows.

Transition Part 18

Do I have time for this?
If not for this, then what?
A meditation on where you are now,
Keeps you out of a rut,

It reminds you that most of what you do,
Is e'er mediated,
By some relation outside of yourself,
That is not natural, but created.

Not even god lets you be who you are,
Maybe this computer,
Fed by fingers interpreting my brain,
Allows me to view her,

Yes, she's her,
It doesn't e'en matter,
Look at yourself and say you don't have time,
To put the former before the latter.

Transition Part 17

'oft you need to relax,
A walk to a cafe,
With your best girl walking slightly behind,
'course, you know what they say,

When it's snowed a lot the sidewalk is not,
ADA compliant,
Sometimes she's in front, there is no preference,
No matter where she is, she's heaven-sent,

Then on the uneven snow, two more miles,
Off to the AGO,
Three exhibits, then moules and a cocktail,
Streetside at the bistro,

Then the walk back,
Through the blistering wind,
The day's not quite half done, but I may be,
The most relaxed flaneur that's ever been.

Transition Part 16

I almost missed this one,
But the task was not missed,
For after the coffee and the movie,
There was productiveness,

Which, yes, I know is not really the point,
It's about reflection,
On where I am and where I want to be,
Without any work akin distractions,

Yet it feels quite good to get something done,
Which has to say something,
About where I am, where I want to be,
Unless I'm just hiding,

For fear of truth,
There is too much at stake,
What if what's real makes me stumble and fall,
Finding out that I don't have what it takes?

Transition of Ides

How am I to succeed,
When I can't e'en keep up,
With the goal of journalling ev'ryday?
My life's 'bout to erupt!

There are not enough hours in twenty-four,
To do all that I must,
Without wasting time with love and self-care,
Letting all my potential gather dust,

This world was not built for the non-fulltimes,
'cept for the one percents,
Yeah, yeah, they work harder than anyone,
At social engagements.

What was my point?
Oh yeah, I've no new news,
Just some irons in fire that mean nothing,
Until I can put them to some good use.

Transition Part 12ish

Does not writing one day,
Mean that something was missed,
That will never return back to my mind
No matter how I wish,

So that what I do from now on falls short,
Of all that I should be,
My trajectory forever derailed,
Despite how I expend my energy,

Despite all the ways my life could have gone,
All because of that day,
I let go by, without writing a Wath?
Now, all I've got to say,

Is that the deal?!
Or was that the right move,
Avoiding depressing thoughts that would kill,
All chances obstacles will be removed?

Transition Part 10

As I think on options,
There are two routes I see,
The age-old path of steady employment,
Under a company,

Which feels like the easiest road to take,
Not that jobs are profuse,
Compared to pursuing my own business,
You can see how employment is of use,

No risk that you will run out of contracts,
No hustling for the next,
Benefits and vacation provided,
No putting out of necks,

Though, no movement,
No doing what you want,
Accepting that this world is not for you,
At least, it doesn't want what you have got.

Transition Partly 9

How can I have skipped two?!
Daily journal my ass,
My time's not infinite and here I am,
Trudging through a morass,

Flailing my arms so I don't fall over,
Stuck neck deep in the mud,
Thinking of all I could have been and done,
If I'd nipped my hesitance in the bud,

The fear of failure, the fear of success,
Fear of finding my place,
Deciding to look in from the outside,
With yearning on my face.

Is it too late?
If I was born today,
Would I start doing things differently,
Or do them in the exactly same way?

Transition Part 6

It's hard to know the speed,
To hit the ground running,
Sometimes I fear that I might miss something,
Being too far-looking,

There's something to be said for going slow,
Methodical and clear,
Building a foundation before the house,
Gives you someplace to go in times of fear,

Which is an emotion you should embrace,
For it will show the way,
No substantial change in life comes without,
A reck'ning of the day.

What do I know?
What have I accomplished?
Well, I have spent years setting the cement,
It won't take much ere the house is finished

Transition Parting 5

It is now official,
The papers have been signed
With guarantees at risk of law suits that,
Neither party maligns,

Whoops, have i just said something liable?!
These are things I must learn,
If I am to continue in this world,
Though I think I'm tired of waiting my turn,

At a chance at something I don't want,
But was taught that I do,
It's amazing how it's how you were raised,
Defines for you what's true,

'Til you decide
To go out on your own,
Have belief in your capabilities,
To do what you like even if alone.

Transition Party 4

I still need to catch up,
The story of my life,
Sometimes I think I do it to myself,
For a balance of stride,

For what do I have to complain about,
More than somebody else,
That places me at a disadvantage,
Other than what I can create myself?

Though maybe now I should get serious,
The uphill climb's been groomed
I'm old and poor and am responsible,
For lives outside this room.

So I will climb,
I can't say that I've trained,
But I know what it is I'd like to do,
If I can endure and live with the pain

Transition Part 3

I am one day behind,
Do I do two, today?
Is the time spent worth the value I get,
From the things that I say?

Because the point of these was to reflect,
On what I want to do,
Now that I no longer have full time work,
To support doing the things I want to,

Like writing my thoughts down for ev'ryone;
Helping folks organize;
Collaborating on creative builds;
Interviewing cool guys.

Well, there you go,
Self-reflection enough?
I will try to squeeze one more in today,
Once I've reviewed all this previous stuff.

Transition Part 2

What are those five stages?
You know, when you're in grief,
Not that I can say that I have been sad,
If anything, relief.

You probably think this is denial,
Just wait a few more days,
Once the shock has worn off and you realize,
You still need to get paid,

To afford what soci'ty demands you buy,
According to income,
So, demands change; so too, does your lifestyle,
Who needs revolution?

Just know the game,
And the role that you play,
Know that you'll always have just what you need,
How could anybody not be okay?

Transition Part 1

My advisor told me,
Well, advisor's a stretch,
Someone I met with to give me advice,
Provides a truer sketch,

That in this period of transition,
For that's my current bent,
Jobless, but not yet upset about it,
Like I'll be when I can't pay my rent,

I should journal; that's it, that's all she said,
That I'm willing to share,
So here I begin, not quite able to stall,
With one stanza to spare,

When they said go,
It was a short, sharp, shock,
Served at the right time, though it's still painful,
No, if I am to be honest, it's not.

Nine Days After

Why did I not come here,
The moment it happened,
While the shock was still fresh in heart and mind,
Aft' my world upended,

When all that what one defines oneself with,
Was just taken away,
Could no more answer when asked what I do,
Which tasks for others I fill up my days,

With a shake of my head seeking pity,
For the system we slave,
Free yet restricted, like monkeys in zoos,
Our path marked out and paved?

This was once first,
In truth, it still might be,
At least for expressing, in truth, my thoughts,
Sometimes they need time for maturity.

No Regrets

I have a few regrets,
Things I wish I had done,
Not knowing if I would be better off,
Or steeped in depression,

If I was even still living at all,
The point is you don't know,
All there is is what you think might have been,
In some world to which you can never go,

Or you can take the opportunity,
To learn from your mistakes,
Until you understand there's no such think,
Alternate paths are fake,

This is what's real,
Where you occupy space,
Wasting your time reading this piece of shit,
I wish I'd not started in the first place.

New Year?

Here's what to get from life:
Surprise at what comes next,
Stumbling into an unplanned adventure,
An old friend sends a text,

You get a job-offer out of the blue,
Didn't even apply,
Someone with money wants to give you some,
Yeah, I get it, you are just not that guy,

You've had enough advantages to win,
You took chances enough,
You have faith in your own ability,
You don't turn people off.

So, what is it,
That you can't get ahead,
The system, chance, an all powerful god,
Or are you just too much in your own head?