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Emancipation Day
A Professional tortured soul
Fighting every day to endure
Clever at running from agony
Midas Touch Sewage Engineer
Turning negative garbage into gold
I believe it was a big conspiracy
My house of many cards collapsed
Every one of them fell straight down
And I found myself stuck in the pit
Alone with no escape to be found
Stubborn-willed, self-sufficient atheist
Would I call on Him to save me
From the place that knows no Joy?
The longer I stay the deader I become
No alarm clock loud enough to wake me.
How can it be only two months in here
Already no dreams left that matter
Stay any longer my mind might shatter
This is a conspiracy. A set-up I tell you!
What the heck. It’s worth a try.
Begrudgingly acknowledge I have a soul
Agree the body can not live without Joy
Call upon the Blessed name of the Lord
To get me out of this dark unholy place
Deliverance, Pure Joy, and Bliss!
Bliss causes the Kundalini Genie to awaken
So you believe! Then prove your Loyalty!
As I got down on my knees in submission
I took the knife and sliced open my own chest
Diced up my lying heart and offered it up
Layer by Layer. Piece by Piece.
Hey, it wasn’t easy for a Midas Touch Sewage Engineer
to surrender all the angst to the Genie of Kundalini!
Tortured Soul. Freed Soul. Emancipation Day!
Stormy skies turned into Sunshine and Rainbows
Burned to ashes but an opportunity for happiness.
How does one live without angst?
Hark The Herald Sings:
Have you gotten the call?
Have you picked up the phone?
Not the one on the wall
In your heart all alone?
“It’s a conspiracy!” I said
From the Pit of Despair
“All Joy lines cut dead!”
But I found my soul there
And He lowered the stairs
So I could climb out
To show that He cares
It was just a “Time-Out”
My Kundalini is awake
And the world is changing
It is not a mistake
Priorities are re-arranging
I’ve been freed from myself
It is the Ego that dies
I’ll toss it on the shelf
It was so full of lies
Now, I can smile and see
Paradise below the dark
What was really meant to be
Was here all along. Hark!
Transition
A Psychotic break
Is not a mistake
It’s an Emergency call
For the ego to fall
A spiritually sent
Healing event
As if to say:
Don’t just survive
Now, you can thrive
Silence the voices
You are your choices
Get rid of fear
And live my dear!
Duped
My ego is a dupee and a duper
And its joke has been on me
I played my part just super
And I even paid a fee
I can see it so clearly now
I purchased many lies
Built identity on them Wow
They gave me lows and highs
Running toward or running from
Such agony it would cause
Looking for something to numb
The pain to put on pause
It might sound a bit insane
Or extremely paranoid too
But I will not trust a brain
That doesn’t know what’s true
I spent my first life running
Running from the pain
I’ll spend my next life fighting
Fighting to be sane
What would the world be like
If each one did their part
Told the ego “Take a hike”
And listened to the heart
Dark Night of a Soul: The Void
What place is this?
The darkest black hole
The blackest dark abyss
The nothing and my soul
I wake up with a gasp
A terror-stricken heart
And a frantic grasp
Did I die and depart?
How long was I there?
Umpteen years I perceive
Like a million I swear
But my senses deceive
The alarm clock beckons
I can’t believe my eyes
Gone for thirty seconds
Nothing but lies, lies, lies!
My stomach is furious
Raging to be heard
I’m no longer curious
My vision is blurred
Disoriented and humble
With feelings of dread
I’m ready to crumble
Have I lost my head?
Cognitive Consonance
In this solitude You gave me
It feels so strange, unreal and odd
How can I really be worry-free
If I don’t know who I am God
I lost myself to find myself
And I haven’t got a clue
My ego sits on top the shelf
I’m waiting to hear from You
I’ve got this funny feeling though
It’s not a mystery to be solved
And the answer I should know
Because the conflict was resolved
It appears the torment I endured
Was a self-created condition
And now that I have been cured
I’ll choose to break tradition
I won’t define the who of me
And will leave it in the air
Without a me by which to flee
I’ll fly up high and dare
