Our Evolution
I don’t know for sure how our species came to be But I do know some things clearly, some things are plain to see We didn’t come to be at war, To keep a score and make life a chore; I know this to my core We didn’t come to impose our will to maim and kill, and oil spill; These times give me a chill Here’s one thing I know for sure, it’s time to take a knee Our species cannot heal itself without humility I don’t know for sure why humanity exists But I do know some things clearly, I can see right through the mists We didn’t come to turn away and let each other suffer, I’ll give this time to buffer because things are getting tougher We didn’t come to judge and blame We need to understand, big changes are at hand A higher standard life will soon demand. Here’s one thing I know for sure about life and all it’s twists More comes from diplomacy than from bombs and wars and fists I don’t know for sure how society became so lost But I do know some things clearly, it’s not been without a cost We didn’t come to bicker Like petty little bitches, with far too many glitches, Our violence leaves us needing stitches We didn’t come to pass the buck To be so right, and hold our views tight so we can’t let in any different light Here’s one thing I know for sure, life is calling for something new from all of us. Do you hear the whisper? Pray tell, what will you do? I don’t know for sure exactly where we go from here But I do know some things clearly, that we cannot live in fear We’ve come here to love and thrive To innovate and procreate and invigorate. We’ve come here to be alive To experience a dream, so it would seem That evolution is the theme Here’s one thing I know for sure, this time we must evolve But it’s not genetic, it’s our choices; this next leap will take resolve.
Choices and Moments
I live my life in choices made You might call it the big parade I might call it a barrage of time You might say that’s just for an easy rhyme. I’ve had victories; and felt my losses I’ve been the pawn and I’ve been their bosses I’ve known regret, felt defeat wished for nothing but retreat But I see the past for what it is Some call it destiny, others call it fate But whatever it is, it lead me here, and right here, right now, things are pretty great.
Moving Day
Today is a day when everything changes As I pack and carry, the divine rearranges my baggage and boxes both inside and outside saying try to enjoy this next wild ride I bite my lip, try not to resist Better to face it; To fully embrace it Because I hear life saying “Oh no, I insist.”
The Highest Excitement Routine
I’m living daily In a sticky, tricky, you wouldn’t believe where I got this hickey kind of wet dream. At times it gets so cinematic, so climatic, so automatic, that it can seem like I’m a character, playing a role, acting a soul, just taking a stroll down normality lane in a dark movie scene, living life through a screen, you know what I mean? or do I sound insane? And now you’re all thinking just get a grip, this is just a bad trip, and you’ve got that throat drip But I’m coming to terms With all the lines that I’ve crossed without surveying the cost; And the truth that I’ve glossed over, as I start to learn that knowing what makes me tick, is life’s magic trick, so suck my dick As I veer toward my light I have to go and you should know, because you’ve watched me grow, So don’t put up a fight. Don’t play pretend, just be friend, until the end… Thank you. Good night.
As Things Stand Now
Round and round we go Where we’ll stop no-one knows We are tossed around by vice and cravings our power dims, our speech – just ravings we work so hard just to lose our savings This game is rigged, the traps are set It’s been a sham so long that we all forget Our liberty is what needed protecting But instead we’ve been eroding and infecting All we touch just to get get get Our leaders say there’s no problem, but you wanna bet? So you can choose your job and might get ahead That’s just an illusion to distract because the system is dead These pre-fabbed options we mistake for choice and don’t even notice they’ve taken our voice We can choose our leader so we must be free But to live this illusion we pay a hefty fee And we get so blinded by the pageantry So we’ve been divided; and conquered; and we don’t even see. But we think we’re fine because we eat gluten-free. Dear god, wake up; sweet sweet humanity!
Clarity
All around me atoms collide to form my reality but can I decide to mold this moment with the power of thought or is that wishful thinking when I’m feeling distraught? so many theories that I’ve been taught. I swear, I can tell ya, at times it’s a snap the universe yields with the slightest soft tap but there are these moments, events so unyielding they form into patterns, like weapons they’re wielding my baggage and secrets to slash at the masks that hide my true self. In case anyone asks, I’m doing great, perfectly fine. But on the off chance that’s a big fat lie I know my struggles are really my signs that spark the urge for me to emerge and face my bare self, the part I’d rather deny. Often I lose myself mired deep in denial I don’t even know it until I step in a pile of steaming hot suffering, in the form of some trial that shows me I’ve moved barely a mile But hey it’s progress and I do it in style And in those rare moments when I can actually see that my set backs are designed to help me break free I look up toward the moon and crack the hint of a smile well, sometimes, it’s so clear–every once in a while.
My Friend Ben
My friend Ben Is becoming famous Along with his wife he says ‘everyone can name us’ He was a pot head She was in casting He’s still a pot head That’s not just a past thing In fact it’s the premise on which his new show is based If you’ve seen the web series then you’ve had a taste So perhaps now you wonder, who is this Ben? You’ll have to guess, so calm down and stay zen I’ll give you a clue, I’ll give you some hints As long as I’m not being too High Maintenance You’ll never guess unless you already know So call up your guy Roll one; get high Now just take a load off and watch HBO
Far Away Storms
Everyone who comes to visit me seems to comment on just how beautiful this town is. I’m glad, because I keep forgetting. All of my life I’ve been a little—shall we say—particular; so even though I live in a town that is known throughout Orange County to have the ‘best climate in the whole state year round’ as many natives have told me—repeatedly, I can’t seem to let it sink in. You see I’m a forest lover, and a thunderstorm aficionado, so I can be inclined to gloss over the perfect weather, clean temperate air, beautiful ocean, and just generally tranquil and uplifting vibe this town has to offer, because well, I miss the rain. I miss the precipitation and the mystery; what will the sky offer up today? Will it be hail? A storm? Fog? In Connecticut sometimes you get all three in the same day! And you never know what’s coming next. By contrast in Cali, the answer is always the same: it’s going to be perfect, and blue and just down right paintable! So after awhile, for someone like me, who is used to setting his internal clock by the four changing seasons of the year on the east coast, the perfect southern California climate starts to feel like an extended director’s cut of Groundhog Day. But the only aspect to keep repeating itself is the weather. That smug, relentless, perfect weather. I’m sitting in the bright tropical, sunny southern CA weather of San Clemente and wishing I was in a rainstorm in CT. My brother-in-law and my mom are sitting on my sister’s front porch. They sent me videos and I can hear the large rain droplets pelting their metal porch like so many meteors showering down upon us. It’s magnificent. But it also just happens to be a reflection of an ‘issue’ I’ve been working…living more in the present moment; enjoying the here and now; being where I am, etc. etc. So I’m grateful that all my visitors continue to be captivated; that the beauty here, however much I may at times overlook it, continues to take their breath away. It reminds me to wipe the wishes and dust from my eyes, and be thankful for my present moment. The sky may not open as much out here as I’d like it to. But there are worse things to endure than perpetual perfection and glorious Southern California beauty. So the lesson here is that I can control how I perceive things. As all my friends point out, I can notice the quite apparent beauty. Or I can wish for far away storms. Bottom line, I am choosing to feel gratitude from now on, and I’m doing that, rain or shine.
Mind Hijacking: The Power of Self-Hypnosis
As I continue to self-hypnotize I am discovering that it is like meditation on steroids. It’s not just the power of positive thinking, it’s the superpower of positive thinking. My eating habits have been completely overhauled without the permission or consent or my will from under 10 sessions over 30 days. I have not had to make the hard choice to eat healthy since beginning hypnosis. That’s the whole point; the choice has become easy. The hypnotic suggestions are fast-tracked by the technique and go directly to my subconscious mind. That is the exact same part of the mind one is trying to calm, soothe, or access in meditation, but it just takes way longer. So I’ve moved on from hypnotizing myself in regards to my eating habits; now onto things like “more self-confidence” and “stop procrastinating”. In fact I’ve only done one session so far with the script to stop procrastinating, and since then I can’t seem to stop posting my content on my blog. I actually want to post it, which is different for me! Hypnosis is like your consciousness gets kidnapped and says “hey, where are you taking me?” Then over time it develops Stockholm Syndrome and just bends to the will of your hypnotic suggestions, no questions asked…and even against its better judgement. The war inside stops, and all parts of myself begin to align. I wouldn’t really want to be kidnapped so let me just say this: self-hypnosis is the most powerful self-improvement tool I’ve ever used, and I’m not holding that secret for ransom.
Live Like a Rockstar, Because You Might Have Been a Rock or a Star in a Past Life.
I read a book a while back aptly called ‘The Convoluted Universe’ written by a past life regression therapist named Dolores Claiborne who reports to have taken people back to all manner of adventurous lives, both here on earth, and on other planets and realms at the far reaches of the universe. She claims to have met folks who died on the titanic, others who were the teachers of Jesus, and still others who, in previous incarnations, would traverse space and time. Amidst all of this intrigue there was one type of past life I found most fascinating of all – the life of rocks. Yep, that’s right, rocks! And not just rocks, but trees, bodies of water, stars or any inanimate thing you can imagine. In her book she recounts many case studies of clients who lived lives as stones, or the weather, or even once, a robot. So I’m sitting in my Shangri-La (that’s what I’ve named my cozy outdoor patio) today resting from a long yesterday at an art, glass and marijuana exhibition called Chalice Festival. I’m smoking a freshly rolled joint of some amazing bud I picked up there and quieting my mind. As the ash grows long on the end of my smoking J I absent-mindedly tap it off on the tip of a dead flower stalk leaning toward me. I tried to wipe the ash off right after and it just smudged. The plant is going to be like that forever now, I thought to myself, and there is nothing it can do about it. Then I remember that book where people have been rocks and flowers in past lives and I’m thinking that must have been quite a challenge. Does this flower stalk have a soul in there with an opinion about what I just did? Does it feel helpless to be the master of its own destiny? If circumstance decides to smudge you, you can’t even wipe it off. As with a rock pin-balling its way down a riverbed, you have no choice but to go with the flow, to surrender. I imagine myself picking up a rock I notice nearby and throwing it; wondering what the rock would be thinking? Would it be horrified, helpless and scared as it careens through the air toward its destiny on the other side of the yard? Or would it be blessed? Would that rock be grateful to have been chosen, to have been picked up at all, and sent, by destiny, to parts unknown? I realize what I am to the rock is what the Universe is to me, it is fractal. I, and the winds and the river are destiny in the making for the rocks. Their destiny is shaped by our forces. When they go with with the flow, castles are built and art is made. The same is true for us, when we yield to the ever-communicating energy of the universe, when we just let go and go with the flow, our castle is built and our happiness is found there. It is a blessing to realize you are not in control of anything but your own reaction to life. So just enjoy what comes, go with the flow. When we start to react differently our whole reality will start to act differently in return. Maybe it’s just me, but I think that rocks!
