I’ve been here the whole time; This rhyme only belongs on the blog, for only the few that finds this page;

I got too many creepers to shimmy away, so it’s like wafting my digital sage

The introverted acorns fall from the lonely Oak, and can only be seen using esoteric glasses;

I acquiesce to the kings, know that I don’t know, and understand that opium is not for the masses

I respect the ones above me, and promise to keep it PG around here, right from the start;

Just to drop a little ripple of inflection, and know that I did my part

The message herein come in the form like the letter written in a bottle;

The answers come in a slow drip, governed by a hidden throttle

Before you throw out my words along with the kitchen sink;

You’ll be hard pressed for me to acquiesce to the invisible hand of group think

For my sanity I steer away from the trap brought by the cow-tail of cognitive dissonance;

That sight is a mesmerizing frequency, but throwing off sync my harmonic resonance

I rhyme in words and use emojis to pull you in, but I mostly ‘see’ in pictures;

Mending the hemispheres and pineal together using sterile medical grade-like sutures

When you strive for more, folks will leech, discredit, and label as ‘misunderstood’;

I understand the terms and conditions; The algorithms of this reality are working as they should

Everyone wants to be remembered, yet they rarely want to be seen;

I know the hidden dangers, yet still would capstone that as my personal ethos philosophy

Verbalizing with humans is one of my pet peeves;

You leave no choice except to write, I must roll up these sleeves

From the way 2020 was handled, to the toilet paper people on Tik-Tok;

Our grandchildren will learn about them in the history books, they’ll be the laughing stock

When they attempt to blend in, they remind me of ‘Where’s Waldo’; always conformin’;

You remember the candy cane looking fella from the 90’s; The original ‘normalcy Norman’

As they shuffle to booths checking the box, using their written voice;

The placebo effect is in full swing, pondering if they even had a choice

These last three years we’ve all strolled along the Green Day song, down the ‘Boulevard of Broken Dreams’;

The crumbs from politicians left a bitter taste in voters mouths, hinting the story with Hazel and Gretel-like theme

Smelling the division they brewed in the air, I can taste it when I inhale;

It happens every cycle, plus or minus 3%, of this 2000 year-old scale

I’ve seen what happens to men that don’t have goals, let alone standard of vision;

Their cells clump and stick together like super-glue lined with estrogen

Some stay hungry and never nourished, like the serpent eating its tail analogy;

Others hide in the bushes, leech off their pain, expressing their snake mentality

When you walk away, see them out the door, or chose to give them a block;

Learn like the lab-mouse, steer clear of that red button, that produced the prior electrical shock

Reaching for a higher rung while throwing trauma in someone’s face has never worked throughout history;

Ends up shows the world your loss in direction, leading to your inevitable misery

It’s a blessing having a target on my back and a magnet on my chest;

I’ve had everything taken, then I forgave, unlike all of the rest

Don’t let your blood brew acidic, while collecting dust, high up on the back shelf;

You’re not supposed to agree with everything I write, even the universe tussles with Herself

Siphon out the gold nuggets, without the pun intended, but soon then kick rocks;

I’ll strive to keep my posts to par in value against energy, grains, or any other commodity stocks

Everybody’s carries a burden of hurt, so looking through the proverbial peep hole is a must;

That syntax should be obvious to all by now; verify then trust

I’ll never outsourcing my mind to just any lab-coat, that’s a given fact;

It took me twenty years of studying health, leading as an ex world-class hypochondriac

Placebo and nocebo? That truth comes true for you in such a large fraction;

Black holes were conceived by the minds eye, before discovered by science, that’s grand-scale Law of Attraction

You will find anything you look for when you zoom into your subjective monocular;

If it’s the frequency memory of water, your media, or the humble PCR

As the particles come and we head into the cycle maximum from our stars scorn;

Magnetic shields are down ‘Scotty’; as above, so below, our cytokine solar storm

We’re closing the door, waving bye to solar cycle 24;

Yet, unlike ever before, this time your heart, mind, and liver will keep the score

Equality in terms of child-labor, pay, and the faulty shipping system has been quite insane;

The only way forward to rectify these is when we close the loop using the block-chain

‘One World’ is the future, that’ll inevitability drive the agenda home;

Quit grasping for straws of broken structures, and quietly dance alone

We can see the transition with one ‘Jenga’ block taken out, and another put in its place;

We’ll hope for a soft landing, gliding down the runway with peace, love, and grace

The first sight of the white light in lucifer’s eye, will be the revelation of nuclear war;

People will be gnashing their teeth, watching the tube with helpless eyes, damning the standard and poor

We must take a couple steps back to reboot and manifest equality in all of our creations;

Currently we’re 7/10ths way there on the echelon ladder to the Type 1 civilization

Whatever your pace, or stair you’re on, I see a little bit of you in me;

I back you on all your endeavors of physical, mental, financial, or in your personal spirituality

I appreciate and respect the sacred holidays up to, and including, Saturnalia;

She affects more than we know, as She oscillates her beautiful ice bracelet of galactic paraphernalia

You can’t fault the fact that if God made the celestial, and Gaia, Mother Earth;

That I shouldn’t give praise to the planets for their effect expressing personality since my November birth

From the fifth dimension, planets and stars wax and wane around one another, oscillating 1’s and 0’s;

Which is why our consciousness creates every myth, movie, and story ever written– giving rise to the ‘hero’

Starting from nothing or having everything taken away, once or even thrice;

Redemption is the keyword in this simulation, both from the Matrix Neo’s stand point, and the Biblical Jesus Christ

Don’t get perturbed when I harmonize science and religion;

You do the same thing by attending church sessions and then filling your prescription

He meant to ‘start within’ when he said, “Can’t find God because you’re not looking low enough”, –Carl Jung;

Crawling the rabbit hole, in search for the stone is worth the adventure to keeping the mind forever young

My eyes are glazing towards the falling snow from at my window sill;

I question the question, ‘Why, oh why, didn’t I take the blue pill

I’m cutting back on here and focusing on legal aspects, the book, and my blog;

Even the ones that hurt me, I don’t snitch on, but have to still slowly clear my name from the fog

I write only a fraction online for your mind to ponder, but just a tiny gold fleck;

Most stays between myself, God, and Government, I understand my role in OPSEC

I promise this will be my last rhyme of this magnitude, making sure I stay in compliance;

But if I deserve a drone strike on my house, I willingly donate my mind to the government, and body to Fauci, because he works at the speed of science

I don’t want recognition for my work or to accept any size trophy;

By studying too hard, I consider it a badge of honor, that my mind decides to atrophy

Knowing carries a heavy burden, but so does swallowing the blue pill of blissful ignorance;

I have more to find, to know, and participate in, so that I’m never seen on the fence

Its strange to know psychedelics are a complete nutrition to buffer the worlds insanity;

Obviously they’re front-page news for a reason, they’re the only antitode for humanity

The mycelium mat has a gift of magic from Gaia, as it protrudes;

My brain is (mush), I need to give it some (room); That’s a compound word, you see where that eludes

This is a subjective rhyme, and I hope you enjoyed the written art;

Served up hot and fresh by the Secret Squirrel, through the digital A’ la carte