Choice And The Rule Of Action
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Love And Friendship
Our desires are our most inescsapable justifications and they teach the unintiated mind how to see and be what it is.
Life begins where revolt begins. Most of us grow up on timetables and laughable economies of scale where poverty and authoritarianism sully the experience and make it intolerably unconvincing and nauseating.
Small and inconsequential as we are, we remain kings in pride and intellect . Nothing can stop us and nothing can change us.
More importantly, no one can judge us.
The world is indifferent and honor demands a challenge.
Here specifically lies the rebel genius' dilemma; he can either introduce a rancor to ostensibly overcome and, verily, take heart and live out his dream in the henceforth defeated universe of negation and contradiction and reclaim his undeniable talent, or, he can stagnate, lose himself and perish without his genius.
The growth that results is the essence of the superhuman and all that is honorable in the species. Love is mesmerizing and we must live and experience it.
Recognition is just as satsifying and the best among us yearn to feel it, even if fleeting.
The clairvoyant lead with mistakes and we think to add weakness. Weakness is bleak and to be bleak is to be poor.
Poverty devastates and debases man.
Suffering, however, is perfect for rebellion to the extreme of becoming it's rule.
Those who lose themselves duck and hide in the permanence of the species, while the blessed play the hero.
But is the brotherhood of man true?
We discover it is infact strained polemic, from camaraderie to irritably false starts to breakdown in camaraderie.
Where then is our unity?
The hero must retreat to the familiarity of solitude and discover another adventure, or, reluctantly relent and grow up.
Do not betray the brotherhood for everyday life, too, has it's own romanticism. Which is a desparate attempt to save a soul, and furnish proof of our Messianism to the same self.
This paradox sabotages growth for we abandon our true self to find a soul mate, a kindred spirit fatefully fit for the drama.
This sweetest form of love is the strain that keeps us up in the figurative night of reason and culminates in insanity or rejection.
Who will take the risk?
We must be steadfast and know no limits.
It is essential to heal and logically love again.
Create yourself and make it your reason for living, for in that lies the true will to meaning.
PART ONE: Conscious And Gifted
We are mobilised and motivated for today and the daring live for today.
There are no two ways about love; we can become or we can give in to negation.
Strength is in lucidity; even better is recognising the vanity in every rancor and the blank rejection in our phantoms.
Our true nobility is to be found in human relations where we engage our soul in loving, giving and infusing life into our brother.
Not as a disciple, but as a comrade whose loyalty and strength grows everyday and so does our well-being.
The best among us will nurture the greatness that propels us into the life we dream of; the greatness of giving our best.
Living is a sensual experience; be sure to have a taste.
Happy Days
Lorraine my dear, you have never strayed,
I subscribed to righteousness long before I ever prayed.
Time has us separated and I could say I'm dismayed,
I still prefer myself no matter how my team has played;
Real recognises real and the veteran has stayed.
Lorraine,
How do I let you know you're perfect and made?
You lit up my days and your smile never betrayed.
Your hips were exquisite no matter how you swayed.
I trusted in your smile and remember what you said;
That a hug is everything when the nerves are frayed;
That life is a miracle and God comes to our aid;
That no one can deduct when Karma has paid;
\That genius is the egg our golden goose laid.
I intimated I could create and could never be a maid,
I could name a band after your rebel-theory braids,
I wrote to remind you that unity is our shade.
I see your smile and feel some type of way;
That I'm better than this world and have nothing to say,
I taught you a prayer; God faces no test.
And His Grand Perspective is simply the best.
Charge at your enemy and make your way home blessed.
Don't say you're bipolar; you could never be messed.
Of course I love you; to everything I say yes.
I refer to you as the queen who wouldn't play chess,
With herself or with any piece.
Our cult of rebellion could never accept fees,
Control everyone; we need more geese.
We live in their minds and never ask for a lease.
We conquered people, ideas and their tease.
Come to think of it Lorraine, you're simply the best,
Did I repeat that? Poetry is now my new nest.
We'll do hallucinogens as you sleep on my chest,
Life is an event and rebelling together is the fest.
Perfect Types
Nothing else matters but the love on our minds,
Time has stopped and nature is forever kind.
Tour the village and try to remind,
That ignobility and hate have been left behind.
Love yourself and walk in the light,
Push your limits and strive for the heights.
Africa dreams and fights for her rights,
No one here will bow for flashing lights.
Face your fears and seek your thrills,
Don't be dismayed by the vampire that kills.
Nothing is given and nothing is my type,
Time has changed and this rebel is ripe.
The sea of creativity is indescribably still,
Fit out of insecurity and fit into fate's bill.
Love will remain when your mind is wiped,
Stay aloof from hate and it's corresponding hype.
I create my calm and that is my balm,
Woe to the heretic who reads the palm.
Learn to be gracious; of their goods take alms,
Hold with the meek when the wicked have qualms.
Some yearn for a benediction that they never get,
Others are numb to hurt and their eyes never wet.
This is the future; I shall never bet,
Once more, welcome to Kenya;
Where our sun of revolt never sets.
Strategies abound but life is not chess,
We give up on solitude every time we confess.
Love is the key and morality is a front,
Useless is an ethic of do's and don't's.
We only seek to grow and God says yes,
Morality is not a parent and pathos can't be guessed.
Be yourself despite what you've got,
Patience won't fail, I feel convinced as jot.
I must hone my art while poverty suffocates,
Nothing gets better for the man who abdicates.
Genius reigns in my mind and ignobility vacates,
Tolerance is all what this life dictates.
I went to the woods to learn how to cope,
Piety is solid and I hold on to God's rope.
I live in the moment with no time to hope,
Nothing is clear in the darkness where hatred gropes.
20
Rebels Of Summer
Freedom is only true once we have overcome denial,
Magic is when Yusuf sailed up the Nile;
When manna and quails eclipsed everything vile,
Truth will win out even if it's after a while.
I have grounded my convictions and mastered my style,
To be alone I might just walk five hundred miles.
And mark my path with chocolates on tiles,
Creating was once a dark sea now I have stacks and piles.
Why did you shudder and give in to despair;
And refuse to believe that a Nazirite is his hair?
I reflect on my creed as I sit in my lair,
Once upon a time, I gave up my throne for a chair.
I am here to reassure you that life should be fair,
I am better than the tyrant as we breathe the same air.
Life has an elevator and I choose to take the stairs,
You are created for conquest and that is why they stare.
I spend sanely in charity and leave nothing to spare,
Steadfastness is not a game of truth and dare.
Liberate your soul and the devil will glare,
Try being a sport; lay your intentions bare.
I write these lines to get the world to care,
Life is about giving and the best will share.
All in all I'm a caveman and convincing is my cave.
Always be conscious and always be saved.
Goliath was slain by a boy named Dave. Agitation is an ebb and revolution is a wave.
Live in contentment with whatever God gave.
Jesus was perfect and I don't need a slave.
Things will be better and the pragmatist says 'maybe'.
Our personality is the dream we dreamt as a baby.
The woman is flawless and life's burdens are heavy. May God grant grace for every good man slaving.
15: Irresistible
Genius speaks softly and I must keep to myself,
Liberty is the only item on my spiritual shelf.
The Earth itself was straightened for me when I was twelve,
The solitary bird best defines the poet without wealth.
'To be or not to be?' is a question of stealth,
Ardor in solitude is adds immensely to the soul's own health.
I will re-unite in heaven with all my lost pets.
Jesus wept blood and that was his best bet.
That kind of death defines how the ocean and the man met;
Whether you dip or dive you still come out wet,
Poverty won't be gentle even when all is set.
I'll run away forever and sleep on the jet.
My mother is aging and must be free of debt.
Money doesn't beget happiness;
What you see is what you get.
Those astray are still looking for a life to let.
Nothing is vain but the water in the basket.
Society has come full circle and irresistible is our side.
How can our ghost ask us how we died?
Most arguments are faulty and love is bonafide.
A mind free of doubt is like a horse untied.
Uplift too those who are dead on the inside.
We are limitless and Lucifer surely lied.
Nothing else matters when collectivism is our bride,
Logically examined, the soul bred on deceit has never sighed.
Options can be limited and some choose cyanide.
Life remains a puzzle for you to decide.
No one is guilty and tragic is suicide.
Nothing is set in stone, even the Oedipal parricide.
Madness is the only guide for every proud deicide.
Life is not random and we can still enjoy the ride,
Crime to contemplate and punishment to deride.
The new Jesus will spit fire all jokes aside.
Amazon Kindle
A 75-piece collection on who to be and why to be great at it.
Love And Friendship
Our desires are our most inescsapable justifications and they teach the unintiated mind how to see and be what it is.
Life begins where revolt begins. Most of us grow up on timetables and laughable economies of scale where poverty and authoritarianism sully the experience and make it intolerably unconvincing and nauseating.
Small and inconsequential as we are, we remain kings in pride and intellect . Nothing can stop us and nothing can change us.
More importantly, no one can judge us.
The world is indifferent and honor demands a challenge.
Here specifically lies the rebel genius' dilemma; he can either introduce a rancor to ostensibly overcome and, verily, take heart and live out his dream in the henceforth defeated universe of negation and contradiction and reclaim his undeniable talent, or, he can stagnate, lose himself and perish without his genius.
The growth that results is the essence of the superhuman and all that is honorable in the species. Love is mesmerizing and we must live and experience it.
Recognition is just as satsifying and the best among us yearn to feel it, even if fleeting.
The clairvoyant lead with mistakes and we think to add weakness. Weakness is bleak and to be bleak is to be poor.
Poverty devastates and debases man.
Suffering, however, is perfect for rebellion to the extreme of becoming it's rule.
Those who lose themselves duck and hide in the permanence of the species, while the blessed play the hero.
But is the brotherhood of man true?
We discover it is infact strained polemic, from camaraderie to irritably false starts to breakdown in camaraderie.
Where then is our unity?
The hero must retreat to the familiarity of solitude and discover another adventure, or, reluctantly relent and grow up.
Do not betray the brotherhood for everyday life, too, has it's own romanticism. Which is a desparate attempt to save a soul, and furnish proof of our Messianism to the same self.
This paradox sabotages growth for we abandon our true self to find a soul mate, a kindred spirit fatefully fit for the drama.
This sweetest form of love is the strain that keeps us up in the figurative night of reason and culminates in insanity or rejection.
Who will take the risk?
We must be steadfast and know no limits.
It is essential to heal and logically love again.
Create yourself and make it your reason for living, for in that lies the true will to meaning.
PART ONE: Conscious And Gifted
We are mobilised and motivated for today and the daring live for today.
There are no two ways about love; we can become or we can give in to negation.
Strength is in lucidity; even better is recognising the vanity in every rancor and the blank rejection in our phantoms.
Our true nobility is to be found in human relations where we engage our soul in loving, giving and infusing life into our brother.
Not as a disciple, but as a comrade whose loyalty and strength grows everyday and so does our well-being.
The best among us will nurture the greatness that propels us into the life we dream of; the greatness of giving our best.
Living is a sensual experience; be sure to have a taste.
Happy Days
Lorraine my dear, you have never strayed,
I subscribed to righteousness long before I ever prayed.
Time has us separated and I could say I'm dismayed,
I still prefer myself no matter how my team has played;
Real recognises real and the veteran has stayed.
Lorraine,
How do I let you know you're perfect and made?
You lit up my days and your smile never betrayed.
Your hips were exquisite no matter how you swayed.
I trusted in your smile and remember what you said;
That a hug is everything when the nerves are frayed;
That life is a miracle and God comes to our aid;
That no one can deduct when Karma has paid;
\That genius is the egg our golden goose laid.
I intimated I could create and could never be a maid,
I could name a band after your rebel-theory braids,
I wrote to remind you that unity is our shade.
I see your smile and feel some type of way;
That I'm better than this world and have nothing to say,
I taught you a prayer; God faces no test.
And His Grand Perspective is simply the best.
Charge at your enemy and make your way home blessed.
Don't say you're bipolar; you could never be messed.
Of course I love you; to everything I say yes.
I refer to you as the queen who wouldn't play chess,
With herself or with any piece.
Our cult of rebellion could never accept fees,
Control everyone; we need more geese.
We live in their minds and never ask for a lease.
We conquered people, ideas and their tease.
Come to think of it Lorraine, you're simply the best,
Did I repeat that? Poetry is now my new nest.
We'll do hallucinogens as you sleep on my chest,
Life is an event and rebelling together is the fest.
Perfect Types
Nothing else matters but the love on our minds,
Time has stopped and nature is forever kind.
Tour the village and try to remind,
That ignobility and hate have been left behind.
Love yourself and walk in the light,
Push your limits and strive for the heights.
Africa dreams and fights for her rights,
No one here will bow for flashing lights.
Face your fears and seek your thrills,
Don't be dismayed by the vampire that kills.
Nothing is given and nothing is my type,
Time has changed and this rebel is ripe.
The sea of creativity is indescribably still,
Fit out of insecurity and fit into fate's bill.
Love will remain when your mind is wiped,
Stay aloof from hate and it's corresponding hype.
I create my calm and that is my balm,
Woe to the heretic who reads the palm.
Learn to be gracious; of their goods take alms,
Hold with the meek when the wicked have qualms.
Some yearn for a benediction that they never get,
Others are numb to hurt and their eyes never wet.
This is the future; I shall never bet,
Once more, welcome to Kenya;
Where our sun of revolt never sets.
Strategies abound but life is not chess,
We give up on solitude every time we confess.
Love is the key and morality is a front,
Useless is an ethic of do's and don't's.
We only seek to grow and God says yes,
Morality is not a parent and pathos can't be guessed.
Be yourself despite what you've got,
Patience won't fail, I feel convinced as jot.
I must hone my art while poverty suffocates,
Nothing gets better for the man who abdicates.
Genius reigns in my mind and ignobility vacates,
Tolerance is all what this life dictates.
I went to the woods to learn how to cope,
Piety is solid and I hold on to God's rope.
I live in the moment with no time to hope,
Nothing is clear in the darkness where hatred gropes.
20
Rebels Of Summer
Freedom is only true once we have overcome denial,
Magic is when Yusuf sailed up the Nile;
When manna and quails eclipsed everything vile,
Truth will win out even if it's after a while.
I have grounded my convictions and mastered my style,
To be alone I might just walk five hundred miles.
And mark my path with chocolates on tiles,
Creating was once a dark sea now I have stacks and piles.
Why did you shudder and give in to despair;
And refuse to believe that a Nazirite is his hair?
I reflect on my creed as I sit in my lair,
Once upon a time, I gave up my throne for a chair.
I am here to reassure you that life should be fair,
I am better than the tyrant as we breathe the same air.
Life has an elevator and I choose to take the stairs,
You are created for conquest and that is why they stare.
I spend sanely in charity and leave nothing to spare,
Steadfastness is not a game of truth and dare.
Liberate your soul and the devil will glare,
Try being a sport; lay your intentions bare.
I write these lines to get the world to care,
Life is about giving and the best will share.
All in all I'm a caveman and convincing is my cave.
Always be conscious and always be saved.
Goliath was slain by a boy named Dave. Agitation is an ebb and revolution is a wave.
Live in contentment with whatever God gave.
Jesus was perfect and I don't need a slave.
Things will be better and the pragmatist says 'maybe'.
Our personality is the dream we dreamt as a baby.
The woman is flawless and life's burdens are heavy. May God grant grace for every good man slaving.
15: Irresistible
Genius speaks softly and I must keep to myself,
Liberty is the only item on my spiritual shelf.
The Earth itself was straightened for me when I was twelve,
The solitary bird best defines the poet without wealth.
'To be or not to be?' is a question of stealth,
Ardor in solitude is adds immensely to the soul's own health.
I will re-unite in heaven with all my lost pets.
Jesus wept blood and that was his best bet.
That kind of death defines how the ocean and the man met;
Whether you dip or dive you still come out wet,
Poverty won't be gentle even when all is set.
I'll run away forever and sleep on the jet.
My mother is aging and must be free of debt.
Money doesn't beget happiness;
What you see is what you get.
Those astray are still looking for a life to let.
Nothing is vain but the water in the basket.
Society has come full circle and irresistible is our side.
How can our ghost ask us how we died?
Most arguments are faulty and love is bonafide.
A mind free of doubt is like a horse untied.
Uplift too those who are dead on the inside.
We are limitless and Lucifer surely lied.
Nothing else matters when collectivism is our bride,
Logically examined, the soul bred on deceit has never sighed.
Options can be limited and some choose cyanide.
Life remains a puzzle for you to decide.
No one is guilty and tragic is suicide.
Nothing is set in stone, even the Oedipal parricide.
Madness is the only guide for every proud deicide.
Life is not random and we can still enjoy the ride,
Crime to contemplate and punishment to deride.
The new Jesus will spit fire all jokes aside.
Chapter Three:
The Anathema Of Factions
Man is a social being and the best adjusted will be friendly. To what end?
To dominate the self or the perfectly innocent world?
The will to power will not compromise.
Neither will the will to meaning.
Integrity varies from man to man and some actually end up giving in to expedients. At least as far as humanity and it's best pursuits and interests are concerned,
Some might choose vanity while an impoverished, flabbergasted and unfortunate half of the world suffers and stumbles.
As we march towards a perfect society, consciousness is best for with it we can truly live, give and grow in amity.
We think of the possibilities in our romantic detours daily and of the opportunity in our surplus wealth. Will these base desires stifle the instinct to love and participate?
We must choose an ethic that embraces all and emancipates all.
2:
Dreaming Back The Stream
Inhale the air until you're clean,
My body is pudgy and my mind is lean. Did I say pudgy?
I meant curvy and mean.
This is rebel class; try school the dean,
Genius defines my M.O and rigor is in my gene,
I think for myself; imagine Jesus in jeans.
God has moulded me into a man of health and means,
The stream is pure and grudges there are obscene.
I dominate everything and believe in the unseen,
Whenever intellect talks it must cause a scene.
Truth will prevail and superstition will demean.
I must rule Africa from Somalia to Benin.
Enlighten culture from Santiago to Constantine.
Love is straightforward and hatred is enshrouded in sin.
I abhor violence; what's tough is my mind not my skin.
Africa votes often and she votes for sadness,
This Utopia is free and poverty is madness.
Mind your ways and let go of your burdens,
Don't pander or fake; the righteous are always in tandem.
Free your mind or your heart will harden,
Knowledge is power and this saint is ardent.
Life has no map and I like to be dandy,
Creating is conquering and the pen is handy.
The world is cruel and we leave it sadly.
Detention or not I cannot do badly.
The soul will trick us for what we are thirsting,
Fascism has fallen and freedom should be bursting.
I am a leader generally and like to rebel firstly,
Unity is the key and treachery is the worst thing.
The bigot henceforth knows that assertiveness can sting,
I am new to music but pragmatism can sing.
3:
We Belong To Time
For a long time now I haven't loved dangerously,
Blessed is the soul that likes to live dangerously.
I see the down-trodden blush in the street,
And whisper my small prayer as I shuffle my feet.
I will love and hug you wherever we meet,
And look you in your longing eye whenever we greet.
I don't have a car but will soon have a fleet,
I am a knight and a knight can never be a cheat.
For a long time those villages have been silent,
The natives are suspicious and quick to violence.
So I keep to myself and don't cause problems,
We have too many and not everyone can solve them.
Reform is coming and we quickly interject, "when?",
Promises in Africa are for the man without sense,
From this subjectivity nothing good happens in present tense,
Pivotal and defining moments are always tense.
For a long time now the citizen has been the fool,
We can change the world and don't need tools.
This cult of reason must break all the rules,
The real rebel knows there is no time to be cruel.
I won't have my snack while the hungry baby drools.
For some reason the periphery is mainly peopled with ghouls.
I re-discover my unadulterable nobility at the pool
Where I can feel my pain and let it cool.
For a long time now there has been crippling famine,
We have plans but no one is convinced or determined.
Aid is looted or ineffective those with discernment can examine.
While the destitute in the city are treated like vermin.
I went for an excursion and returned with conviction,
The future depends on us and truth calls for decision.
Take a stab at poverty; the perfect incision,
Leave the dark side and accomplish your mission.
For a long time now our women can't breathe,
Little girls are sadistically initiated and live to seethe.
Blood is blood and ancestors only count as myth,
Superstition is as friendly as the hyena's teeth.
You hit your wife; so what does life mean?
You stomp your pearls and chew on raw beans.
Violence and conformity is cultured in every teen,
Life is beautiful and bigotry is obscene.
4:
False Flags And Fissures
Poetry is a per formance and I must be meticulous with themes.
Some sacrifice perspective to come up with a meme.
I deas must be fluid; love, articul ate and clear, is the cream.
Africa accepts everyone and we live an idyllic dream.
Man will resent and God will heal.
Challenges are illusory and this rebel can deal.
I live to replenish whatever anxiety steals.
Resilience is my realm and confidence is our seal.
As we march towards bliss, doubt is hot on our heels.
Only the brave will express how they feel.
The righteous will conquer for God has the reel.
Ignorance keeps up appearances to come up with a meal.
Guidance matters and humility will lead.
Obscurantism will die out for that is how it pleads.
Love and tolerance is the remedy society needs.
Happiness must flower with or without seeds.
As we head for the ultimate peril we must enjoy the ride.
Nothing really matters if we are dead on the inside.
I live to fortify the dimension where courage resides.
Patience endears and expediency divides.
Sunrise provokes and sunset sighs.
The perfect rebel must disavow whatever money buys.
Faith invites and obscurantism lies.
In Biblical times there were no ordinary guys.
Peace will revive if war should entice.
The meek continue to inherit as time flies.
God will turn to the nation that cries.
Love endures and materialism surely dies.
Sterile was whatever storm Jesus met.
The Church hasn't mooted Jesus yet.
The nihilist thinks to pay at once Jesus' debt.
Confidence must win when obsequism bets.
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