Welcome to the Zombie A~poco~lypse, May I Follow Your Orders Please

Eagle flies over head.
Democracy eclip$ed
The Burger King is dead.

One up,
Reality kills.
Humanity is being buried,
under their bills.

Exploiting us slowly,
in our living rooms.
We eat their poison,
as they consume.

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Ego is a false flag,
A proverbial night-light

Rumored
To survive
Youth’s darkness,

It blankets and engulfs all
with epic languor and
bittersweet abandonment

Legend
To grow
From childhood
Into stars

Burn this false shadow
Baby step
From the allegory
Into dawning adulthood

Illumination
Sheds Ego

Tender-lorn
Feet forever
Dancing naked
to the buzzing light

To return home,
First, one must leave it

PETOL

Four
Fuckin’ perfect
Times like these,
All we need is a little patience.

Just so you know,
I don’t wanna be
The flavor of the weak.

Bubbly
At last,
I’ll be
Chasing the sun.

Hey now,
All this time,
I got by with a lil’ help from my friends…

Move Through

The ever-present dream is often hidden beneath all we choose to carry with us.

We may desire to lighten the load of memories, concerns, wants, etc… Yet, often we continue to add more.

If you begin to feel bound by these thoughts and feelings,
take a moment to relax.

Visualize with each exhale, freeing yourself of all that comes to mind.
Begin to imagine with each inhale, a new energy and light-ness.

With this new energy and lightened load, begin to see yourself moving forward emotionally, physically, and spiritually.

Move through each new day, you are heading towards your destiny… =)

Ocoee

In a ship without a label,
Looking east without a compass,
Alive without a doubt,
Happy without question

With friends and lovers,
Sharing laughter

Tattooed Lady

“Tattooed Lady
Selling her Real Estate
for way too cheap.
She sells herself short
for the
American Dream…”

(a prime piece of neighborhood poetry, sold many years ago)

=)

I am easily suggestible
(I am told)…

Soul
being called
to evolve

Truth
determines
magnetic attraction

Do you like you?
Love yourself

On the Downtown Train

Stella!’s fate
written in the constellations,
hanging beside the paper moon,
and above the cardboard sea
rode her way down the line.

synapses between the interwoven…

Our Love,

Explore–
this lifetime
Live–
in sunshine
Embrace–
the rain
Grow–
romantically
Feel–
this moment
Trust–
the path
Know–
friendship
Listen–
to the heart
Share–
this dream
Free–
these butterflies
Fall–
deep into the spaces between the stars-
Make love–
freely in synapses between