Crown of Light

As near as I can tell, all efforts made
to rise in mind, will not get one a crown,
though clarity, improves and boosts one's grade
of being well. I loathe the jerkhole clown

that masquerades as me. Persona runs
the show, most of the time. When I recall
my precious Spirit is Divine, it stuns
me that the world outside is such a brawl.

The swindles, tragedies and violence
that plague each day, are regular as rice.
A long way down the scale of dumb thru dense,
these zombies never sought to know the price

of losing touch with truth. Cruise the slums,
to see that folks there, sadly, get things wrong .
Not zeros yet, winos, druggies and bums
have hope, though thin, to self redeem. The long,

mean road that leads to up and out, is hard
enough for gifted souls. Our Bogus One
is gray to radar and pretends to guard,
but scams and baffles us, to keep undone

the work we'd do, to wake our soul that sleeps.
An Ego, fuels its pseudo self on power
it robs from one's true self. It gives me creeps
that many lives end up forlorn and sour,

from huffing up the scoundrel's cloroform.
Its true, not everyone will migrate where
the better, richer options are the norm.
An Ego's like a strangler fig. Warfare

between acquired brain traits and native mind,
describes the ante in this quest for light.
No outside God, can bless you from behind.
to zap you wise, or make you always right.

But psyche and soul CAN learn new ways to code
one's cellar BIOS to max Perception's sweep.
You're the blinking miracle outside
in space and time. Inside, a coma sleep

has left us our blocks stacked up, such that,
the math is wrong and sums come the out bizzare.
The cart and horse things, not set right, put flat
the hard tough climbs we've made to find our star.