The many terrible perils of conformity,
don’t end at the dullness of uniformity.
Should curiosity lead you another way,
old relations will hastily fall into decay.
An obstacle to be given its proper due;
the risk is never realising a unique you.
Yet this need not be cause for despair;
lessons learned make one truly aware.
Welcome once more Black Friday!
Abundance of stuff to carry away;
any desire for those willing to pay!
Business temples in deep prayers,
ever welcoming all devout payers.
Never you mind those nay-sayers!
Come and join this glorious creed;
preach loudly the gospel of greed,
and grab stuff you will never need!
Think of all the well-saved money;
offerings laced with sweet honey!
The prospects indeed look sunny!
Sure, it might have a hidden price,
like a Trojan Horse filled with lies,
but all that you can buy is so nice!
Careful with whom or what you pray to;
an invitation for another to prey on you.
Idols, fallen preachers & false teachers;
energy-sucking leechers, vile creatures.
As the vampires of our ancient folklore;
eager, awaiting a willingly-opened door.
Ever seeking for an unprotected centre,
lacking integrity to sort what may enter.
Euthanized time is sugarsweet remorse;
mere boredom made delightfully worse.
Elated amnesia from start to end of line;
the race out of place so unbearably fine.
This perfect storm of cope and let cope;
all hope high–strung by a noose of rope.
Dear acquaintance, what may go wrong,
with a tried and tested recipe so strong?
Your ship has no other Captain but you,
yet Integrity failure invites a nasty crew.
Uncorrected, mutiny surely takes place;
inner Sovereignty thus falls from Grace.
The magical being tamed and hijacked,
animated by a Soul shackled, yet intact.
Locked away as an invaluable treasure,
an energy source beyond any measure.
And compass-ion is reduced to silence,
yielding way for the tyranny of violence.
In the mirror a stranger is looking back;
for how long will we allow such attack?
Is Courage the Virtue of a time bygone,
or will we endure what has to be done?
To stand in face of suffering and strife,
with our Hearts wide open to all of Life.
“I would, if it wasn’t for…”
This invisible prison door;
harboured fear at its core.
No start or a midway quit,
every aversion to commit;
a fruition is denied permit.
Awaiting the perfect time,
that might never be mine;
paradigm paralysis prime.
Imagine gossip as a case in a court of law;
the best anecdotal spectacle you ever saw.
The absent defence now dismissed as lies,
any presumption of innocence silently dies.
Not any subsequent return to one’s senses
can rein in all the damaging consequences.
Either way, the verdict spreads like wildfire,
unstoppable in spite of any contrary desire.
Ignorance is terrible poison for a Soul;
the antidote is Truth taken as a whole.
Even the sweetest of lie-induced bliss,
can not remain in the presence of this.
Any real integrity one aims at growing,
asks for commitment to true knowing.
If our reality is courageously revealed,
needless suffering may yet be healed.
For all of you who want to reign in Hell,
I got terribly disappointing news to tell:
That throne has countless contenders;
the true heirs thrive on you pretenders.
And as your usefulness certainly ends,
you will be backstabbed by old friends.
All that you so lust to have and control,
will turn to ash at the cost of your soul.
Must the whole world perpetually burn,
before you at long last accept to learn?
May all experience rejuvenating rest,
so to meet life with revigorated zest.
To have loved ones steadily abreast;
by friends, ever the welcomed guest.
To know a communion truly blessed,
and receive courage to face any test.
To always seek to bring out the best,
and ever invite gratitude to manifest.
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