Discovering Thyself

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/05/11/words-of-persuasion/ "Their words of persuasion keep souls locked in a cage, and- I can’t help that I want to run, Escaping the future with the loaded gun, The world that I see is a world un-free, Lying to ourselves for society. Crying in the dark when we want to fight, Falling in a hole and we see no light, What we aim to see becomes reality, A soul in the dark is controlled, indeed. Tomorrow doesn’t come until you live today, Live in the present or you will obey, The one’s with their pens hold our lives like keys, Unlock your door to a life that’s free; Awaken your soul to a world of one, Escape from your hell that you’ve overcome, There is no love in a tyrannical state, Follow your heart or consume the hate."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/05/03/creator/ "Every *Creator is a teacher speaking into the world lessons that they themself have learned. We ought to pay attention, for we All have something to learn from one another: All of our experiences mold the world into a vast library of stories that all of us humans bare and share, it is the collection of these stories that bind The Book of Life, and the librarian of such book is God. God hath born us unto the world, and watched as we cast our liken of His creation of us to that of our own creations, some of the creations of creation of Man are but pitiful musings of thoughtlessness, and Ego. Yet, as light hearkens God’s modus operandi within the Heart, Man is destined to find it, if He so chooses. So that, if in choosing, Man may create beauty of blissful thoughts and dreams, by following that of His own Heart, and thus, spread them unto the world to further God’s creation. One should preclude to act as God Himself, however, lest He come to onerous judgement; lest He destroy creation altogether. For in Man’s vision, creation may bind into the metamorphosis of disruption. *Creator: God, Writer, Artist, Singer, Actor, Dreamer, Student, Composer, Mother, Father, etc."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/28/he-is-free/ "A Man in His purest & truest form courageously prowls like a warrior,embracing the storm, camouflaging His scars and Achilles heel —with the wisdom learned from the Stars.Aiming at the target through His sight, the glory mendedwith His might, strengthening His soul throughoutthe shadow growing, in the Night.His logic and planning, His patience and understanding,His landing on His feet brings forth Power,even if He bows down to the knee.For when He sees the beauty of life, He is truly Free.When He finds Love within He, and Love within She,and all of Ye — He is Free."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/27/a-fever-of-time/ "The fragments of history lay like treasures in the sand,Hiding among Man and the weathered fury of the landThe relics of life’s past, a flash, a fever of ‘time’Hastened to the beckoning of change, of life’s test, of deathOf wicked musings and fancied choosing’s of Man. Man, the molder of thoughts & plunders of events and acts,reflecting just who He am. Man, the chosen one, self, leader of the Band, among the landLeaving God, rightly, to delay His handFor Man, fighting amongst himself, is hardly trusting of the planTo BeTo See ClearlyWho and where to place His hand. Drowning in clouds of thoughtsPrecipitating acid rainAnd cleaning it up with a mopFrozen, sounding the horn of the train…before he derails himself from the course,And He, in vain.. Man, the answers of seeking, and where, too, do they growInto the Garden?O, if He’d only know."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/24/diet-happiness/ "The Sun sings lovingly, announcing yet another day of the life lived through our eyes The birds chatter things of happenings and survival, like humans, and other beings The Earth breathes in deeply, housing our very existence, with our crowded thoughts and abandon Life seemingly couldn’t catch our attention as of late, as our attention is already captured by algorithms and quick bursts of Diet Happiness — as this Illusion fulfills our awareness with cheap glittering thoughts and musings. Now we humans must rummage through all records of the past to glimpse softly at the pieces of our puzzle of Purpose — clenching onto the hope of the all encompassing taste of Freedom, at last."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/22/the-spiritual-battle/ "all is not lostas the spirit remains withinif only in our heartsdoes freedom riseand the soul reach outonly for life to win for this causeis not for the faint of heartit is for those who wish toride into the wave of lightbeyond what the eyes interpretas “sight” the soul is notwhat can be described with words,after all,it is what can be feltwith the heartand shown with the energyaccumulated throughout it all."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/20/heightened-senses/ "the calling crisp air entices the spirit, goosebumps rise to show the heightened senses, hairs stand straight, then move in waves, dancing with the wind. eyes closed, deep breath, pretend to sleep, for it’s time… to go back to reality again and again, until a choice is made. here we are, 'to be, or not to be.'"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/17/change/ "Change the inevitable rearrange the landscape in your mind to envision the landscape of our time Spinning, out of control time, now on patrol to capture the essence of life within hands ripened to receive the strife of the inevitable change The suffering of the land the horrors of man, damn! what have we done to be so cursed, entrapped in a band — wishing only for change Looking back contemplating our choices of the past wondering why our ways never last for do we lack the ability and the insight to be free from this cast… while praying for change Run! Run fast as the hand hovers over the musings of man, lost in a cloud of thoughts all over the land, wishing, again, for change — but always running from it just the same For change leads to the unknown and it rather grinds like a stone pushing us against the grain pushing us that cling, to remain."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/17/as-life-hangs-in-the-balance-the-whole-world-lay-in-these-hands/ "Climbing, climbinglooking aroundchiming, chimingthinking aloud Wondering how the wholeworld could be so proudFinding all these reasonsto fade into the crowdsighing, cryingfrom the bottomof the ground eying the skylistening to the sounds… the people all aroundon their kneescrying, hiding — filling in the voidwith vices and lies,trying to get a gripon the edge of the Earthmeanwhile the whole worldis dying inside following the pathof our Mother’s and Father’s:lying and fightingcrying and dyingbut you see,the people arestill always trying I thank Godfor this life,yet now mysoul is sighing — seeing that the wholeworld is dying…and I look to thesehands,for it’s inside the mindthat We dance this dance but there’s a chance,there’s a chance! before our soulsleave this land a chance to awakento pry the darkness fromthese hands,the shadow fromthese lands,the hopeless fromtheir strands I pray,I pray that Godwill let usdance this last dance — For:As life hangs in the balance,the whole world lay in our hands. And I know we have the Willif we’d just take the Chance I know we’ll find the Lightif we’d just lift our Hands Try with all our MightWhile we dance this Dance. For:As life hangs in the balance,the whole world lay in our hands."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/10/another-dimension/ "Wouldn’t it be amazing if suddenly at the lowest depths man sinks to, the seemingly inevitable decline of the economies, cultures and societies we founded,  the incline of man’s descent into chaos, war, and further, the destruction and death of our species between all nations had suddenly ceased before all of our very eyes, as we awakened from our deep slumber… only to realize that it all was just a dream. We awaken in another dimension, having been hooked to a “machine”, although it doesn’t appear to even exist, as in this dimension all beings had risen above their flesh and became what was within. Only, they were all about, they were one, all along. And the “machine” existed only in the figment of the imagination, in the creation of creation… And then the creation closed their eyes to sleep, to Dream, about All the possibilities. Our current dimension being one, but being one that simply doesn’t end well… so we all Wake up, we wake and start again. Onto the New dream. But as time does not exist, but only in our dimension, it’s almost as if nothing ever existed at all."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/09/the-fever/ "the feverbeckonsunruly thoughtsmasquerading assolutions to the painbut the clouds only formto give way to the rainfrom the seedplanted long ago,from the grainleading wayto the feverthat your lifehad onlyknown — pain,the tears and fears,your thoughts had sown,from those moments,from waylong ago. The fever,when will youallow yourself tolet it go?"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/22/sin-factory/ "Maybe the Earth became a Sin Factory;to keep people harming themselves, and others,they must know information, but too,must be blinded by the information they are forced to learnso that they don’t know what they do,and don’t know what they don’t. The sin is an undeniable truth,the truth of our thoughts and actionsthat continue to permeate throughout ourgenerations, past and present, and moving onward. There is no way to go back in time to reversethe damage we’ve caused,there is only realizing the truth nowand correcting our current pathto stop the Hell in the world, andavoid future afflictions. We are all [currently] blessed with the Free Willto Think, and thus, Choose our course. We can create Heaven or Hell with the realizationof our power of thoughts, likewise, of our power of collective thoughts. The invisible force is great in power,if only you choose to believe. And if we all believed, then maybe we wouldn’thave to live in a Sin Factorywhere we’ve heated, boiled, and simmeredin our own Hell of suffering."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/19/hey-doc/ "Hey doc. whatcha got? another pill? oh, stop! what’s the deal, don’t you listen? why does my “healthcare” feel like a prison? Hey doc. didn’t you hear? the pills didn’t work, i’m leaving them here. why are you writing more notes on your paper? my life ain’t a bet, and this isn’t a wager. Hey doc. why don’t you care? I tell you the problem, but you’re just not there. sorry to waste your time but I’m Sick of the prescriptions. I came to you for help, but you can’t see past your Commissions. Hey doc. don’t you know? it’s not about the money, and the ‘Healthcare System’ is for show. see ya now, I gotta go!"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/18/the-repository/ "The mind stores, like a repository, information within its filing cabinetry and walls — the cracks stuffed with information intended to be veiled until truly necessary Yet, the heart, the foundation, may cave in and swallow it whole, if the janitor fails to organize and keep a tidy place – The mind, the storehouse of things The heart, the janitor who either passionately tends to the storehouse, or sloppily throws the files about in haste, without regard to the beat of their own drum – The mind, the control room The heart, the controller – Yes, I’ve stepped into the repository to obtain this information, as in the file, it states clearly, 'the mind is a terrible thing to waste.'"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/08/serene-serene-serene/ "Close your eyes don’t peepIt’s time to go to sleepWhere all your dreams fall into placeAnd let you win the final raceWithin the clouds inside your mindAmong those seeds you plant in timeIf only you would take a lookUpon this land, and in the bookThe book that doesn’t spell a wordA true reflection, destined spurDeep within and far aboutThe trail the spirits walk aboutBehold the truth and, so, the wiseExclaim the Will in each man’s eyesAnd, too, the heart that plays a songHad only now to right the wrongFor in the distant brilliant seasThe end of time spoke in the breeze …This time we had to close our eyesTo wish us up a big surpriseA fantasy within the dreamWhere the end had left the scene:Serene, serene, serene."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/05/the-dream-within-the-machine/ "exploringenjoyingnature,and her calls,the beauty of it allthe windwhen she makes her presence knownI see the dirttravellike footsteps of the Earth’s breath,becoming unraveled,walkingenticingthe call of the wildamong the landthe birds chirpingand chatteringand talkingin their tonguefluttering their wingssinging things of thingswatching me as I watchback at themthe trees swayingthe bugs claimingthe landthe Sun in the skylending a handto the beauties and beasts of the landwhilst eating and soakingthe life inwalking and stalking in circleshopinglife, too,will continue to lend a handto the call of the wild…and meanwhile I play pretendwishing that this life wouldnever endthe beauty of natureis here, for now,but tomorrowman seeks the call of machineswhere naturehad only intervenedI’ll miss the birds and the treesand the bees and the springso I take it all in nowtaking deep breathsbefore mantakes it away indefinitelyand I’ll play backthe memoriesthe songs she sings,life,when the sky was pleasedbefore man urgentlytakes it away from thee and meand, even then, I’ll still singplaying them back,gleefully,the memories,the beautythat life had given to thee and methe life,the one and only,soon to be…The Dream (within The Machine)."

Find this on my blog: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/core/ "The heart, at its core, is an instrumentA beat and a drum, a song to exploreIts magic is truly magnificentIts beauty shines greatlyThe energy, sure. Its path, like a hand, leading you forthLovingly, truly, surrounding the landEmbracing you fully,Whispering softLighting the way,And lifting you off. The heart, at its core, is an instrumentIts beating is rhythmicThe drum beating soft,The song singing to you,The energy, storedThe love travels through youIts presence is more. The soul, at its core, is energyThe light from withinChallenging sinIts place isn’t seenIts purpose is keen. Its path like a trailTravelled so well —Discoveries hiddenFor those who do lookIts pages are writtenLike that of a book. Our being, at its core, is a momentHere for todayLeading a wayDiscovering lifeUntil it all endsFor as day andAs nightThe time becomesSpent."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/02/songbird/ "Your heart is a songbird,it sings sweetly to my soul —the realest love I’ve ever known. It beckoned me from the depths of despair,and I know your love is fair —for you truly, and purely, always care."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/25/learning/ The robot voice reading this poem does not do it justice, but here are the words: "spinninggrinningmemories gleamingholding handspocket full of poseybut we don’t fall downthe ashes cease to float aroundlaughingjumpingheart pumpinghappiness in knowingit was this easyall alonglike a child always searchinglearningyearning for freedomto be, to see, to sing, to dreamto close the eyesand learn to flyso, too, in dreamsas in the world when the eyes are open widehummingpeaceful lullabiesand reaching for the starsbecoming just who you areas it’s from withinto shine like a star."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/25/strange/ "so life, we meet again —you come in many forms,and I hear you,though I don’t always see you tell me the secretsof the wind,I close my eyesand breathe in I hear the birds so clear,singing all day long;I wish I could sing back to themin their own language Am I strange, life?I hear you more than people,and they don’t hear mevery well either It’s lonely where I am,I’ve struggled to understandwhere I belong,yet I never give upon finding the path Because I can feel with my soul,the beating drum,the song of my purpose And though I don’t really knowwhere I fit, I know you’d neverleave my side, northrow my soul to the abyss I hear you,I trust you life,it’s me that needs to change."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/16/so-clear/ "I can’t lie, sometimes those damned tears still fill my eyes I faltered when I spoke, because I pushed away, then moped Then begged for the time to give it all back, and cursed at the wind, and fell off track …But the wind took my breath when I learned to see, and I opened up my heart, and heard the song from The Sea It washed away my fears, as I dried away my tears, and I let go of my thoughts to sail away from the loss And then the sky remained so clear."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/18/undress-the-eyes/ "thick sky waterfloatingis the skies so facingto the screensblindfoldsour looking eyes to see the lightsand gleaming to see through liesand beaming from talking heads —around the clock eating wordswith all their “talk” filling ears with fearsand loathes to undress the eyesto impose,impose and direct the peopleto the loom to spread the fablemuch the doom to pave theworldwith divisive -odes and reap theprofitthat they’re “owed” while all the while peopleseetheand blame their neighborsame as he or she we look to blame, cos we don’tseeit’s in our hearts toplant the seed and maybe tuning out ofcunning creedsis where the soulbegins to be."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/18/a-veil-covered-like-art/ "Up and down the block I seea world that isn’t freeas every soul is locked withinuntil they find the key they pray and praybut stay the wayexactly that they aren’t a bird encloseda cage imposeda veil covered like art the pain is fullthe dream is dullthe further we all part Until we shine the light uponthe path that leads us free we throw the keys into the pondand suffer, you and me So let us find the path, awaythat leads us from the shore we shine the way, and on our waywe finally find the door Beyond the doorunlocked, you seethe light is more, and more so take a breathand just believethere’s beauty to explore."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/10/chicken-coop/ "Cooped up in a box with a flock of others, destined to be locked in a cage, adorned with colors, in our eyes the “normal” 9-5 seems fair, yet the world outside changes by, in a countless snare, seasons change; people change …but when you’re cooped up in a box with a screen and a padlock, the world outside is forgot — by the chickens cooped up in their void of a box. Maybe the chickens should go absorb the world once in a while… maybe then the world wouldn’t feel like a box, devoid of smiles, And Maybe the world has more to offer than material stock, Just maybe the world can teach us how to escape our box."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/17/everlasting-light/ "That day I gazed upon the dawning skyline,the tears swelled up in my eyes —Not for the sake of dwelling throes,Rather, the beauty, that life had sown. For among the rising light of day,And the promise of the joyful rays,The sky oozed like paint from a tube,With colors and hues too brilliant for my eyes to ever lose. And I welcomed the sight —Pushed away thoughts that ever mightSteal the beauty,And the song,Of that everlasting light."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/16/funny-as-can-be/ "Listen, listen! Do you hear that little noise? Coming from the distance, rattling our joy? Someone’s causing thunder, but it’s funny as can be… For now I start to wander, but the mirror is all I see. Now listen, listen! Do you hear that little noise? Coming from within, welcoming our joy? Someone’s crafting love, and it’s funny as can be… For now I start to wander, and the mirror is all I see."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/26/peppermint-words/ "Your words strike me like a peppermint mine,The aroma, and the lasting impact, taking my breath away.For sometimes your words burn my ears,Like a peppermint plant burns my nose, but not out of maliciousness, for it too, opens up the senses. Your words hurt, but only because my mind is too fragile to accept them at the time,My world, too broken to accept the harsh truth of my own suffering — my own self-sabotage.Why is it you see through me so clear, and your Love is so unconditional that you fear letting me fall?You catch me at my weakest, and teach me how to heal, then watch me as I take my steps, and grin from ear to ear. Why is it that some words last so long, the mind captures them like a record, a picture, or a song?Sometimes they play over and over, and sometimes they fizzle out, never to be known again…And yet, all the while, they tend to strike, like the aroma from a peppermint mine.Words are mysterious, lovely, and strange sometimes, but too, they hold the world and shape it all the time. I for one like peppermint, but I prefer words, anytime."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/08/mind-vs-soul/ "vMy eyes opened, my thoughts begin to rustle through emotions within the mind’s file bin — “Hmm…”, my mind wonders, “which to choose?” Yet my soul says, “No! For the mind is not to lose… Emotions, to give them up or hold them, you must choose.” My mind wondered not of the souls’ ambition, for it was the soul that made the thoughts alive, the mind just loves to subconsciously utter words for the sake of using them at times. The feeling that these thoughts inspire though, they are stoked by the soul: Anxiety: that tightening within, that is the soul speaking, that is the warning to release, let go and win. Joy: that great release within, that is the soul speaking, that is the bliss of energy, breathing in the wind. But both emotions took root in the mind. The tree of being had grown from the seed of thoughts, but it’s the soul’s job to make them spring to life. Now I must remind the mind, “Take care good soul, lest your tree decay.”"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/08/become-like-wind/ "A part of me, the love it takes And when I’m lost, the ground, it shakes Foundation trembles from the trouble The cracks impress their way to rubble Among the mess, I’d caused a quake Undressed those words, revealed my fate …but all is not lost, you see? For when the eyes awake, believe They travel to the land of hope Where destruction mends to cope And binds upon the fragile cracks Secures the fortress, inscribes the plaques Conceals the self-destructive haze Detained by the eternal flame The plaques, like mirrors, of our youth As on their breast, beholds the truth The truth that we all hold within If only we’d become like wind."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/04/guh/ "Control, it must be claimed, you must remain sane. The emotions, the worries, the fears, they must be tamed. For if not, destruction booms from within, like a mine — BOOM! The explosion collapses the structure that holds you in. Is that what you want o seeker and dreamer of beauty? The walls closing in, the walls you must rebuild , ever to render, truly? Else, it’s you who be controlled, guh! Within a mold."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/03/rising-yonder/ "Black feathered birds flap their wings across the deep sea-blue sky, grouped in threes, on to heaven, they rise. Singing through the wind, nodding errs away, from sin. Rising yonder, up, up, and above the brim. The wind whispers fondly, stroking enlightened plight. Lifting feathered wings along their wedded flight. Until the high up threshold holds about its hand, and lingers with a welcome, in a dimension far from land."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/26/let-it-be/ "In this life, As so plain, You must accustom To the pain Hold the tears, Forfeit the lies, Tell the truth, Forget the time Today is new, And ‘then’ is old, You must move on To light the road Hold your life Within your hands, Build the raft, Behold the plans Find your route To escape, This mindless drift, Where Hell relates Or else you fall, And suffer creeps, Whereof perception Always weeps From despair Of which you claimed, Among the world, And the enslaved Find the dock, Find the place, Give a knock Where bliss awaits Shed the anger, And the sorrow, Give no way To hate tomorrow Forgive and ease, The world and ‘me’, For there is freedom, Planted, from your seed If only, If only, You let it be."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/22/sink-or-swim/ "If you sink any lower, you may fall to the darkest, coldest, harshest, lowest depths imaginable. A place where thoughts may dive deep into the unfathomable, Yet . . . If you rise any higher, you may float above it all, as long as you aim for The Light just beyond The Wall . . . Rising, rising, be careful not to fall. Within the mind, the path presents itself, but too, in the world, the result remains the same . . . And the path remain up to You, no matter which you presents to choose — The waves thrashing, splashing, washing and folding the clues. The path, feeding, breeding, into the muse, Time wading, Drops of Anticipating The choice to… sink or swim."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/20/in-the-bay/ "The Sun fell down to end the day, It fell beyond the rolling waves, Filled the sky with water color stains, Among the cotton candy clouds — in the Bay. And then my eyes filled up with salty rain, But alas, I see, there was no more pain."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/19/clench-the-flame/ "In time we may consume whatsoever craves us blind, But only so long as it doesn’t urge to leech our mind. For we aim and seek to clench the flame, And leave the remnants all the same. If for only we be what we choose, May the odds deflect the chance we lose."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/14/head-thrown/ "Gripping the ledge, mind falling apart Lift one string, head thrown like a dart The ripples making a scene Tornadoes ripping the seams Walking fast, under the moon, head held down And soon Entering town — But there’s no sound. . . Mind tucked up, aiming eyes The windows closed, to shut out fright The plume of smoke captures lungs The lack of food, starts some fights Yells echo, like ricochet bullets Piercing ears, guns blazing through flesh and fears Don’t look now, you’re in a dream Find out how War entered sleep Now do your eyes see Freely as you peep? Dreaming of walking, and walking while dreaming of talking To the one who Feeds your mind while you sleep?"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/10/words-in-a-sea/ "My eyes traveled to heaven, Upon the landscape They rode out till seven. Upon which they rolled And came back to home; Like a projector the memories shone. What had they seen, What glorious scene, As they rode out the landscape till seven? Was it obscene, Or was it serene, As the projector had whirled up the memories? As the light shone upon The backdrop, near gone, The memories had started to play. And what had it projected That glorious day, That my eyes had witnessed till seven? With the words in a sea, And the world in a dream, My reality became known as heaven."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/07/guild-of-the-lights/ "‘Twas a ravenous quibble, How those phases had dribbled, And danced ’round the Mothering plane. And only before it, fore life had to bore it, The lights felt their squander And pain. Yet, as they continued and learned to lean-in-view, The shadow had hovered with the reigns. But were it to end and Dispell the enchantment, The web that beheld it so well… Learn only in time can the Guild Of the Lights be nurtured To find their way home."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/04/forgiveness/ "Within the business of forgiveness it’s best not to forget the meaning nor withdraw to dreaming while washing away the past with mere fake smiles and laughs. The exchange should be quite fluid like leaving the land of the ruins to enter the land of bliss while keeping eyes opened and quick not walloping into the dark with happiness, trust, torn apart. Perspectives shouldn’t bind us in chains and truth-telling shouldn’t get in the way of being a loyal good soul to the greatest friend we both know — each other — And love, loving another. Forgiveness, oh, such is bliss."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/05/reality-is-no-sweet-pie/ "A cool winters night, Mothers homemade pie -- Such a delight, My eyes can't deny My stomach full, My words can't pull The sounds together -- null. As her love displayed a baking lull... And I don't dare complain, Nor use my stringed-together words in vain. For there are less-fortuned in pain, From those treacherous hunger pains. Some live harsh and quickened lives, They lack the love, and sweet surprise, Some live on war-torn soil, Forlorn from fallout and government toil -- Wishing and dreaming of Mothers pie, On their own plate, that their eyes can't deny. For the reality that meets their eyes Is more chilling than a cool winters night -- Lacking of a sweet, lulling, lullaby ...because reality is no sweet pie."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/04/injected-to-the-t/ "Injected to the T: In the bosom, In the cheeks Any way to feel freed, From the mirror of decrees From the mind, From the bees buzzing when you speak From the lies, Oozing when you’re weak From the truth, Chained to the wall of “me.” Injected to the T, In the lips, ass, and ti-tees Injected, and fighting the Will to just Be, See, see, it’s more than just “me.” Never a good time to claim self-pity, Nor, nor is it witty When you’re injected to the T, Injected to the T and only with just “me.”"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/04/dear-sisters/ "Dear sisters, How i adore you How i abhor you How i pray for you How i wait for you How i helped you How i dealt you How i see you How i wish I could free you. Dear sisters, I know you are lost But to fail you are cost And I’d hate to just toss Our stem-knot in a box That knot that we knit With our childhood wit With our talks and our smiles And our tears and denials. Dear sisters, How id love to just talk And be honest and walk And learn of our woes And unite to dispose That treacherous pain That stems from the grain That place we both know Is where the story is told. Dear sisters, How i wish we could hold The memories whole And forget all the pain And let love just remain Forget all the hate And the harm that we made The words that left scars And let peace fall apart. Dear sisters, Will we find that whole peace And fight for our lives to be free Or will we give in and stay-hate And succumb to our pain?"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/01/rinse/ "A sprinkle of love, a sprinkle of hate, What wish of the mind, elicits the fate. A swish of the tongue, a squint of the eyes, What whirl of the words could stir a surprise. Maybe to wish, maybe too late, Maybe it’s time to stir a debate. Debating of time, debating of fate, Debating with words that fulfill our own plate. What is to live, what will to survive, Where in the lands had spurred our arise. Where is the time, where is the place, How many times have we bet in this race. Where do we come, where do we go, How many times had we ridden so low. What is to guess, what is to know, What is it like to rise like a float. Who do you see, who do you show, What is it like to lead and to grow. Now that we see, now that we speak, Realize it’s time, to rinse, not repeat."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/01/31/resistance/ "Fire, I am in control. Electric, I am not. Today I may pay the toll, Tomorrow time forgot. . . The Fable-tellers tell us all To seek out Their commands, For if We want to live so “free” Our Will is their demand. But they don’t see the soul within Engulfed in its own flame, The more you push and shove of it, Resistance finds their claim."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/01/26/blessed/ "What a mess, what a mess! “Clean that writing off the wall,” What a mess, what a mess! “before those thoughts begin to fall.” “In the mind, in the hall, In the world, before it all…” What a mess, what a mess! What a royal fucking mess! “…But grounded you are blessed, If you try to be your best!” What a test, what a test! “May you rise and let your heart” What a test, what a test! “Lead the way and lead the part.” What a test, what a test! “Now, may the shadow build its nest,” May you lay those thoughts to rest. “As you rise above this test — blessed.”"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/01/26/golden-rose/ "What divides us as a whole? Is it the mind, is it the soul? Is it those frequent seeds indulged? Those seeds planted by the knoll? With suggestive thoughts wrongly imposed? Tell me, tell me, is it so? But what I really want to know, Is not where we took the road, But rather how we can exist, Amongst each other, far from this. Away from hate, away from fists, Away from segregating lists, With our labels and our tricks, To rule each other, without wit. Is it possible to be With each other planting seeds? Of, rather, beauty, Not decrees? To love each other, Through the weeds? To help each other, Through the seasons, To build each other, Finding reasons, Not to hate, or just obey Whimful thoughts that just decay, And hurt each other, Until we lay, On our fateful, fateful, day? Tell me, tell me, is it so? Can we plant that Golden Rose? From our head down to our toes, May that garden fill and grow, With that rather Golden Rose."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/01/31/insert-subjective-title-here/ "Even a poet Must know it But To the world Not show it That the world — Fettered with bands — Was well off before it And if failed to explore it May shatter and fall with the sands But was it forsaken Or are we mistaken The timeline we share in these hands? I cannot withstand it This ploy to abandon The thoughtless who cling to the strands For I live among them My heart grows more fond and I thank God who gave us a chance."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/01/25/a-brave-distinguished-march/ "Solemnly approaching thee, a brave distinguished march a rhythm so perfected, a melody protected. The proclamation of such peace, you’ve strung along with such ease swaying here, swaying there, dancing to and fro. This is all just madness now, with such acts, you lift a brow crowded thoughts were pure just once, treating all as if they’re dunce. Innocence corrupted now, trembling and cowardice — frolicking was in the past, the future’s here, it’s coming, fast!"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/01/25/to-allow-the-heart-to-grow/ "The afflictions lying within the jurisdictions of the land, may be telling of more than just friction among man. How is it these patterns fluctuate whilst creeping up? Urging people to scatter right before reaching the cusp… The afflictions lying within the confines of the mind, may be telling of more than just resistance traveling blind. How is it these patterns postulate whilst deceiving through and through? Leading man to guess his fate, whilst sorting through the clues… The afflictions lying throughout this realm, reaching high, and reaching low. Reaching then, and reeling slow — The afflictions that exist here, it seems that we all know, but what does it take to change… to allow the heart to grow? For you, your heart will know, and show and show and show."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/01/22/peeping-from-the-window/ "Eyes peeping from the window -- Thinking thinking, innuendo's. Reeling, sinking, no more time for seeing, less dreaming while your surroundings overthinking. Drinking, drinking from the pond, while sleeping, less time to see the pond is over-reaching and filling your mind with dirty thoughts while thinking... Thinking all the while of breaching, entering other's hearts seeking, seeking for the art of feeling, and dreaming, dreaming of the part of being. But, being who you are is seeing, and seeing takes you far from sinking, sinking, while peeping from the window."