Beguiled

Second class status to third class parties may seem a victory to a large percentage of the population but I abhor this tiny box and strive to break new ground. Their mere acquiescence was enough to satisfy those minimalist needs but I say push on, do not be fooled by their monumental greed. These ancient caste systems may have been given new names but doubt not that they exist or the roles they continue to play. These showy preordained peacocks: charming, colorful and loud, should not be rewarded by our ceasing to cry foul. We are not all dumb hens just pecking around; spread those wings and launch yourself to even higher ground. For those apprehensive, do no fear, do not fret, we are only reclaiming our long owed debt.

Eradication-less

Jainist like persuasions must keep the insects guessing as to the norms of human-bug relations
No shriek nor stomp or weapon was produced, just a small box with holes introduced
Outsider perspective may look upon in jest but these saved souls find no humor in the anti-pest
Today four wasps were freed from my tiny cave; I doubt they knew quite how to behave
Freedom was given with just one little tap and off they went with absolutely no need of a map
So continue on your barren path but before you go, remember that everything you need, you already know

Veracious Intendments

Clench those cheeks together
Strain with all your might
Midsections are a rumblin'
And won't give in without a fight

Enemies lie just around the corner
Waiting for the crowds
Of muted buglers making triumphant sounds

Heave the diaphragm
Blow with all your might
The future's not a comin'
It is here tonight

So loosen your hips
Do back flips
And dive into the pool

The cool water is refreshing
So strip out of that old taboo
Our bodies are au naturale
So pay no mind or second thought

To this I say
Through parted lips
Allow me to be forthright

Fortuitousness

I have not a nickel in my pocket but I am the richest man in the world. Even with the continual reintroduction of long lost ideals and appreciations I see no reason to turn from this path at hand. I stand firmly in my belief that man was not created wrong. From that initial gasp of air outside our mothers' womb we breathe life anew into the cycle as a whole. Space continues on just as before, ever changing and evading the questions its very existence implore. The answer may be forty-two or it may just be so. Either way it is unimportant for even the wisest of us to know. A soft whisper to the wind may not yield the results imagined but satisfaction comes from within not high up on some mountain.

Mellifluously Inept

In the key of g
Flabbergasted men lay eyes
On an unimaginable present
Even if it was foretold
Hieroglyphics etched in stone
Bring forth voices of ancient foes
Long since vanquished
Amidst our human toll
The odometers still spinning
Right out of control
As humanity overruns
The messages
Bequeathed to thee

Así es la Vida

Geographically perhaps, but in no other sense
have I been able to ward off familial norms or hardships

Avoiding the magical fruit has yielded no return
as it becomes painfully obvious from this path I shall not turn

Even though I wanted to, even though I tried
these intestinal dilemmas seem to heed no mind

I've moved beyond denial and through anger and doubt; now I'm onto acceptance
of these unusually often bouts of flatulence.

Recurring Themes

The answer lies within
Reach down and yank
The key to our freedom
Is just an arms length away

Reconsiderations
Of outdated concepts
Will bring about new
Definitions

More in line
With ourselves
Power lies in
Numbers

Brain synapses fire
Connecting to the system
Wirelessly
Breathe it in

Let the old medicine
Take hold
Blossom, the beginning
Nears

Springtime warms the land
Gently kissing the face
Of our
Mother Earth

A sea of ancient colors
Giving sight to
The true palette
Is within our grasp

Don't think, just act
Give birth to innate possibilities
And allow yourself
To reappear