From Peacock to Phoenix

Our shrewdest value calls, which steer what's worth a damn, to where
it best applies and fits, can be adjusted more precise.
Doctor Wonderfart's magic beans, are not what get you there.
The process challenges your grit and vigor and more than twice,

you'll wish for lightning bolts. True freedom deserves no less
than all one's best, (and it will have it!). Mists clear quite slow,
often over years. New knowledge gained, can lessen the duress
a front assault exacts, and smooth your return from skid row.

One's Ego has a role in which, it's truely fit to act.
Once the scoundrel puppeteer is dealt its well-earned end,
re-training can begin. Skills that teach to gauge and tally facts,
and act for good on something not ones own, transcend

One's Ego has a role in which, it's truely fit to act.
Once the scoundrel puppeteer is dealt its well-earned end,
re-training can begin. Skills that teach to gauge and tally facts,
and act for good on something not ones own, transcend

the work-a-day abilities of those who do not strive
for clarity and Light. When taught, an ego is an avatar
with savvy chops to quickly help an angel seed survive.
An honest gardener gleams like gold, a lyin' sack, like tar.

Brutality manifests itself in various all-bad ways.
One's former ego knew and used them all. The Phoenix flies
up from flames of self-will's riot run. Both bird and blaze
are you, recovering from Persona's blinding of your eyes.

Like pickup sticks we carefully dislodge one at a time,
the wreckage wrought within our mental castle's keep,
kept us silenced and asleep, before our upward climb
began. Gains made are permanent and help when paths are steep.

The final test is death. In passing from this life, a heart
that's rich in sadness for the plight of those less fortunate,
is sure to be re-born somewhere up the karmic chart.
A selfish barren heart has no value except where hate

and violence breed lies, greed and fear. I hear re-birth's a bitch!
This paradigm: 'All men born can evolve within', applies
to all. Some glot of Consciousness exists within Earth's rich
array of fauna. Bugs battle, whales sing and everything alive has eyes

or other means to sense the world. Choices get made to fight or flee.
The energies that fuel cerebral Light in every mind
are yet the same. The feature set may differ between wee
and whopper, but each has its Being. To Spirit, men are born blind.

Short of richborn, all men must work to thrive and survive.
Short of gifted, all must strive to clear the dreck away
from arteries that feed their Soul. The reason we're alive
at all, is Spiritual, not physical. It's right to say

the pillars of one's personality must fade and fall,
and pure celestial Essence must rise within restored.
No longer will belief suffice. Understanding this, is all
one needs to cherry pick the gems of truth that bring reward

from any source be it spiritual or science based.
Where it matters, one key alone will turn the inner lock
to gardens of higher conscious Light. That's when the waste
and garbage of one's Ego's self-lavished praise, peacock

preen and mock probity are brought to a throttled end.
This poser milks the energies of innocence from You,
by keeping you convinced that your in charge, and comprehend
all aspects of yourself. Mechanical with missing screws,

describes you, when viewed from the side, sans vanity and pride.
Habits dominate and have since early age. Base appetites
consume and steer the flow of what Time brings on each new tide.
Without a Conscious Will to intercede, they win all fights.

Self-flattery obscures a true account of goods on site,
and secret fears, like frigid seas, shrivel up the nutsack.
Laziness and sloth are fatal, and should be shot on sight,
and Misters Lie and Justify, need icepicks in the back.