by | Aug 25, 2021 | Uncategorized

I Am a dominant Force
Yet, no different than any other
Just awake to who I AM. . .
Took a lifetime to discover

The stairway to ascension
Finds us tumbling in the dirt
Some might call it karma
Yes, the Trail of Tears still hurts

It’s Spirit we take for granted
As it’s the energy we’re provided
Some in absent recognition
Born into a world divided

Tacitly fall in step
Quietly compliant
Never questioning the veracity
Of this overarching giant

Despite being philosophic
Whereby I question everything
I think philosophy and psychology
Has inherent hidden strings

They generate their theories
That somehow turn to stone
To people who are ‘spell-bound’
And afraid to be alone

Alone within a continuum
That disrupts what’s come before
Put into social isolation
A position they abhor

While we’re one field of consciousness
We’ll gravitate to those
Who share our way of seeing things
It’s normal, I suppose

But, a left-brained individual (*1)
Who operates only from ‘their’ known (*2)
A psychological narcissist
Comfortable in that zone

Narcissism implies selfishness
Perhaps the common use
Herein refer to narrow-mindedness
Therefore cultural abuse

While our world seems ‘topsy turvy’
It’s been a long-term plan
Perhaps devised by our creator
To free up modern man

The scenario unfolding
The use of the spoken word
The influence it has on us
As well, the acceptance of what’s heard

We’d understand the Force we are
Exploited from the beginning
From the cradle to the grave
The world attempts to keep us spinning

10:04 AM – 10:45 AM


(*1) This is not referring to the political left, rather the left
hemisphere of the brain. It’s been said it’s in that hemisphere that we
store all the information and indoctrination that comprises personality and

(*2) Obviously we all operate from the individual composition of our life
experiences. The attempt is to suggest that as we do so, looking down on
those who likewise are operating from what they know to be true, or from
what they have found that works, despite its lack of truth, it’s indicative
of being closed off.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)