Good and bad

I was good and bad but mostly good, the opposite of Batman, add a red hood. You saw my soul through a small wooden door – you made it small to even the score. I told you once, I’ll tell you some more, my love for you created this raconteur. It was more the catalyst for learning how to channel the burning, into, forms of light to multiply your plight. The devils Dawn is your fawn, graceful, running across God’s lawn. Do it once, don’t be hesitant, if you are you will be forever his peasant.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Poetry

A human challenge

It’s probably better to be rational and logical, rather than reactionary and emotional.

Dickste.in

Why they give it a name

They give it a name to tame the brain, to make you lame, to make you the same, and to keep you in their game. Yes it’s true, the meds will tame the beast in you, make you headless, cycle viciously consumed – but wait when they lift the cover from the silver plate in the feast, it will be your face on the platter, next to the cheese.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Poetry

Almost Z

7 is almost Z. Everything about that is quantum physics.

Dickste.in

Faces are unisex

Faces are unisex – there is no genitalia on a face, there is no male or female face, there is no male or female above the neck.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Musings

You are the muse

Not 30 minutes ago, nor 30 days. Not 2 months before, and not a fuzzy haze. It is every moment stolen to make your own – happiness I knew, will never again be known. One thing I’ll say, I’ll give you this, you are the muse for my emotional distress.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Poetry

You feel more than you think

You feel more than you think, that is, what we see is deeper than sight. Sight is the peripheral that transforms images to feelings – ultimately we feel what we see. You can not see love – but only feel it. It is not love at first sight but love at first emotion.

Dickste.in

Try doing it with your eyes open

I realized some years ago that it was easier to recall data from my mind [and remotely] with my eyes open, rather than the typical “close your eyes and envision” whatever it is that you’re attempting to recall. By keeping my eyes open I am somehow connecting to a more universal stream of information that could most closely be described as starring at something with my mind. It’s just far more easy to focus with my eyes open – I highly recommend it.

Dickste.in

V by the water

Have you ever watched a river with a current. It’s what I see. Watch how the flow of the water reacts with the rocks and wood debris.

Dickste.in

Returns to normal: Social versus economic reality

It’s important to differentiate between social and economic returns to normal. The media chatter overwhelmingly mentions “the vaccine” as the catalyst for the reinstatement of society. It is said the vaccine will provide peace of mind to wean away from social distancing – what will be told to the people without a job to go back to? What are the proposed solutions to this issue that we are bearing down on? $1200 only goes so far. If there is a ramp-up period when the economy turns back on, there will be a need for survival for the labor pool waiting in the wings – and that is IF a business can survive the new climate, as the jobless population won’t have the money to support the business that employs their neighbor.

Dickste.in

Contact tracing

Contact tracing in reference to coronavirus Covid-19 will result in the discovery of cheaters and thieves.

Dickste.in

You can’t put a price on light

Some will try to make you buy, sell you tickets to see the light. But the light is free, so don’t buy what you can’t see, and when you’re ready to feel it you would have paid everything for a grain that was never for sale because only a God could have put so much information on such a minuscule speck of matter.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Poetry

Well-timed

Flip-flopping fish on the ground, heart stopping, fist-pumping clowns, living out screams without sounds, earthbound – no, gagged with digital satisfaction, homebound and chained to the vibrating ground, like a sluice box sifting for golden-souls but truth be told we are just bought and sold.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Poetry

Everybody is flip-flopping

Everybody’s flip-flopping and grasping in the unfamiliar territory because going back the data isn’t hereditary, it something very secondary. If you want to do good, for everyone, even you, you have to be in the right place, including the right mind space.

Dickste.in

And still

And still, the people are clearly not in power and everyone is forced inside of their homes, without an income, and without jobs waiting for them on “the other side” because there is no other side, but only the other now.

Dickste.in

The hole has been dug

The hole has been dug, it can’t be swept under the rug – the hole is beneath the rug. Ha! There is nothing to buy-into – you can be philosophical, and you can be righteous in that philosophy – but if you understand the data, you understand the truth of where we are now and where we are going to be in the next little while going forward.

Dickste.in

Ignorance

There is nothing attractive about ignorance.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Musings

Mass exodus from shuttered states

There will be a massive exodus from economically shuttered states, to states that have been turned back on. This will add to increased spread of disease and decline of quality of life for all residents of the healthier states. For example, if New York stays shuttered, it will force residents to relocate to warmer states, without work restrictions. We will see a flood of out of state license plates, loaded with disease and looking for work.

Dickste.in

If

If I promise to follow my heart – will you promise to follow my art?

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Musings

Where is everyone?

Where is everyone? Are they really in their homes? It seems kind of quiet. Maybe they’ll tell us when this thing is over.

Dickste.in

You can’t sleep-crawl forever

I know one day you will open your eyes. It’s simple. You can not sleep-crawl forever. That’s right, I made a word, sleep-crawling is all the rage – haven’t you heard. Sleep-crawl, sheep-crawl, get off you knees and heed the call.

You can’t sleep-crawl forever, eventually you’ll need to open your eyes, stand up, and aim – otherwise risk peeing on the toilet seat.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Poetry

What you have

Realize how important it is to focus on what you have, because when you focus on what you don’t have there is sure to be a day when you will open your eyes to see that you have lost everything you had.

Dickste.in

A tool in love

At first glance a witty phrase, don’t be a tool in love. When the time came for pen to paper, the parallel was not present, original idea turned to vapor. Even now as I write this evolving theory, I see how a cutesy play on words spurred thoughts like roaming herds of bison – oh yes, I’ve been thinking a lot about bison lately. The point is that a tool is a lot more useful than a fool.

Dickste.in

No end to resentment

There is no end to resentment because it is a perpetual loop, a trigger of a trigger, a bird that’s flown it’s coop. The air can not be cleared. Resentment is a weaponized aerosol – a mask will not prevent eternal reinfection. Resentment will prevent positive reinvention from productive reflection.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Poetry

Difficult yet predictive

Difficult yet predictive, a slave to rotisserie insults, my insides roasted, shaking. Reel it in for real, feel it in your bones, rattle rattle, rattle rattle. You never win the battle battle.

Dickste.in

Published
Categorized as Poetry

Imagine (Dickste.in 2020)

Now we know there’s a heaven. Activate your third eye. Nothing is below us. We all live in the sky.

Imagine all the beings. Compassionate every day. Ah.

Imagine global unity. It isn’t hard to do. Nothing to die or kill for. Only ego and food.

Imagine all the beings. Finding eternal peace. We.

We may seem like we’re dreamers. But we’re not the only ones. We hope some day you’ll join us. And our universe will be as one.

Where are all your possessions. You believed they were you. Scoffing at enlightenment. You refused the truth.

Imagine all the beings. Feeling only love. We.

We may seem like we’re dreamers. But we’re not the only ones. We hope some day you’ll join us. And the universe will be as one.

Dickste.in (with a little help and inspiration from J.W.L.)

Published
Categorized as Poetry

Congratulations

Congratulations to those whose situations could not get any worse – you have moved up a notch. Things may have been pretty dire for you, but dire is the new normal, and your neighbor needs that $1200 stimulus payment as much as you do. Better than a stimulus check, many people have been released from prison due to coronavirus-related health risks – how freaking lucky is that? California Governor Gavin Newsom has stated that over 7000 homeless have been taken off of the streets and placed into hotels and motels – it took a virus, but I could not imagine a better stroke of fortune for someone on the streets without a glimmer of hope or light. It should be noted that it would be completely inhumane to put the newly-housed homeless back on to the streets, which created a natural opportunity to create a sustainable re-integration to society, for those who are willing and able.

You can’t complain about people’s head-starts. You’re a baby now. A baby with a conscious, experienced soul. Shine now or forever hold your peace.

You can coast now, or you can take this opportunity to recognize that you have just as much chance of succeeding as your neighbor.

Dickstein.in