TRANSPARENCY

Masks and masks and masks
people wear always, everywhere
walking around in fake smiles
hiding, concealing in disguise
convenient posture of pretense
as the state of natural defense.

Masks are enforced as we emerge
those that are supposed to identify
names, numbers, birthdays, tags
the true self gets buried in rugs
crying out for open hearted hugs
while wearing thousands of masks.

Masking one's pain is not in vain
emotional masks are often insane
the one of happiness is hard to wear
with the slightest provocation it will tear
behind a mask there are traces of fear
protection from the transparent and clear.

Removing a mask can be a horrifying task
disclosing the reality of the soul is a hard act
when intact we may have to intimately react
to the closest secrets revealed to a confidant
weather because of fear or for a reason why
can not be free and open instead of being shy.

Let me ask a dear friend who does always smile
will you once lift the veil without fear it be dispelled
allow me to have a look into the secret of inner truth
I am seeking the genuine, be a true friend of mine
in amazing imperfection, in such splendid insecurity
this will hardly be a pity, it will be truly, totally divine.

SEER

Seer
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I talk to myself in silence
In post meditation stance
Hinting, words of wisdom
Hoping they arrive home. 

Be alert as a warrior
Courteous as a guest
Fluid as melting ice
Clear as a glass of water.

Have the patience to wait
Till the mud settles, the water clears
Remain still like a rock, unmoving
Till the right action arises by itself.

No need to seek fulfillment
Not expectations in your quest
Accept all that is unfolding
Welcome all that will manifest.

WHAT ON EARTH

Does anybody really believe they own this World?
Yet there are those who keep on acting like they do
We are born this way > > > heading the other way
This magnificent planet is just a temporary phase
No one can make sure that this stays the same way
No one has doubts that this could change one day
Till some others may take charge and have their say.

LUSH CRUSH

I just happened to be passing by a voluptuous sideliner
a hot summer's day, downtown Montreal, in snails pace
I had slowly taken the corner, was about to change gear
when I bumped into sultry in full body, a bit of a sidekick
not much happened to her, a slight scratch, a tiny touch
Ouch!, escort made a big fuss, I was thus accused much
a bunch of such bums hustled and bustled me to court
there was a stunning report, to cut it short, I didn't abort
the judge was a hard liner, I was stuck, sticking to my story
one hand on the bible another in my pocket, not no worry
yet I am sorry to tell you this story, since I just made it up
this is how I play with words, only a poet, pulling the chords.

GROSS EXPECTATIONS

Gross Expectations
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The grotesque visions of a life's discarded reverie
Alienated from the cultural roots, wanting to be free
Holding on to the body, eyes wide open but can't see
The soul has taken to ether, yet the mind won't let it be
Paradox in action, clinging to genetic memory tenaciously
Psyche striving for change, as the ghost persists imminently
The spirit longing for eternity but unable to leave permanently
Such a state of disturbance to be handled with kid gloves, gently
The entity's heavenly ascent dependent upon subsistent harmony.

PSYCHOPATHETIC

Psychopathetic
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Heat and smoke rising 
from wrinkled paper. 
Words rushing rampant 
as estranged utterances
devour their source.

The poet is shivering
in hysterical compulsion.
A straight jacket rests
on cluttered table
the witness is forced
into subliminal submission.
While black ink leeks
from hollowed sockets
scorched paper reads
of heavy thoughts.

Holy waters boil
in anxious anticipation
of a psychopathic feast
to be consumed painlessly
by rubbing vigorously
with leftover gossip.

Enough!, enough of this rants
the exorcist is sitting in his pants!.

A PIECE OF PEACE

A Piece of Peace
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Let me give you a piece of my mind
must live in global peace of some kind
such a state of being not too easy to find
this can not be imposed, has to be aroused
you can take it or leave it, but never you mind.

Peace is an objective worth fighting for
we could scratch this paradox even more
longing for peace instead of craving for war
just the opposite attitude of what was before
we must eliminate war or peace will fall to pieces.

Only a matter of realization is what this is
without eternal peace there could be no bliss
we might end up in a ghastly harrowing abyss
we should make a heartfelt affirmation, which is
we must attain peace, this is no opportunity to miss.