My interest in philosophy
Is marginal at best
It’s more about reality
Putting parameters at test

Myth and superstition
Holds the majority at bay
Invested in a fantasy
While the one per-centers play

A sampling of our power
Seen through history
The likes of which the one percent
Prefer a mystery

Collective agitation
As with Martin Luther King
Reflective of the Sea of Red
And the power one could bring

Not a force of one
But a collective of the whole
Believing in a single thing
All with a common goal

Something bares repeating
Its repetition over time
“history keeps repeating”
‘til the messages is clear of mind

Changing gears a moment
A parallel to make
Nostradamus gave predictions
But some were a mistake

Two thousand twelve a turning point
At least it should have been
When December came and went
And the world it didn’t end

So many made their living
Chanting out his verse
Books of the enlightened
Gaining from the curse

The lesson on the other hand
Don’t believe everything you read
Be in the world not of it
Look inside yourself for Me

I am the blind spot in your eye
Easy to ignore
Cause you take yourself for granted
Is now as was before

My spirit lives inside you
But the world inside as well
History’s left its mark
As your ego freely tells

Go inside to find Me
Am as close as every breathe
Allow the thoughts to come and go
They’ll be the egos death

The world is full of noises
As the head is full of thoughts
Learn control of their hold
To peace you will be brought

4/16/14

[Note: reference to ‘Me’ refers to Spirit speaking through me. In
re-reading the poem at the time of ‘publishing it, the reference took me
back, shocked me a little.]