Posted in Uncategorized on September 8, 2014 by rawbacon

Who do you trust?

Who has your back when the chips are down?

A few, a handful by luck.

Who of them shares your foggy path?

Who walks the trail that’s barely there,

headed for Something Else?

If any, count yourself blessed.

If none, you must find them on the path,

shrouded & fumbling, most elusive.

This is the hardest task.

This is the task most necessary.

For you will never pierce the smog


No energy for rage

Posted in Uncategorized on September 5, 2014 by rawbacon

I have gone quietly into that good night.

Accepted & embraced my doom.

Youth is fleeting, old is forever

or near enough.

There is nothing left to see.

Riffing on the classics

Posted in Uncategorized on August 21, 2014 by rawbacon

I will not fear
Fear is the mind-killer
Fear is the little death
that brings total oblivion
I will face my fear
I will let it pass over me & through me
Where fear has gone
there shall be nothing
I & only I will remain

But what fear?
Fear of the unknown?
Fear of wonder-loss?
Fear of hunger & death?
Fear of failure & ridicule?
Fear of choice & consequence?

I will not let fear rule me

I will love
Love is the mind-expander
Love is the little acorn
that grows into a mighty oak
I will face love
I will embrace it & nourish it
Where love is
You & I will remain

I must not fear..

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2014 by rawbacon

What superpower would you like?

A topic I have given a lot of thought

over the years.

I finally have the perfect choice:

To be able to take away Fear.

The fear of our own insignificance.

The fear of others.

The fear of death & taxes.

Once fear is gone,

nothing else is needed.

It’s fear alone that hold us back,

that keep us from love & prosperity.


that keep us alive?

Matter matters.. I hope

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2014 by rawbacon

How sorry can one feel

for one self,

before action is taken?

Does it matter?

Does anything?

Of course it does.

It must,


What I wouldn’t give for


even Belief would be welcome,

at this point.


Snivelling, cowering me.

Reverting to type, I guess.


Dead end

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2014 by rawbacon

40 years,

14.610 days,

1.262.304.000 seconds.

I guess that’s an accomplishment.

One most of my ancestors didn’t achieve.

But then, each and every one of them

achieved at least one more thing than me:

They procreated.

I wonder if they would have bothered,

had they known the end result.


Enquiring mind wants to know

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2014 by rawbacon

How does it work?

How do people find Meaning?

Can it be taught

or are you just fooling yourselves?

Is it just chemicals

or is there a higher Purpose?

Teach me how to fool myself

and I will give you all I have,

whatever that is.



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