Grey

A past that’s dark
Tomorrow’s a fight
we’ve missed the mark
but what is right?

A corruption of thought
Refined to expect
Manifesting what’s taught
It’s what we project

What is the I
That afflicts us all
A damaging cry
The path to our fall

The search for grace
A continuous spin
Can’t find that place
It’s already within

Tied to the things
Words and thoughts
They all seem to sing
Listen to Watts

It’s game to play
And falls away you see
Immerse in grey
There is no key

This poem is spent
Do not get stuck
The words are cement
I bid you good luck
-Geary LeBell

Sugar Sugar

The body needs so we feed
Survival being the key
The mind turns to greed
Wont you hear my plea?

Like a drugs from thugs
Shoveling their crap
Not even a shrug
Not realizing the trap

Newsflash, the thug is you too
Falling prey to your desire
A self-inflicted screw
The situation is dire

A mountain of sugar
In everything we eat
Think it’s not your fault?
The systems got you beat?

Painful to go cold turkey
Wake up to what you consume
The start will be murky
shocking what you’ll exhume

For the love of body and mind
It’s about quality of life
Otherwise you will find
Future days full of strife.

Rise Again

Born out of a moment of joy
Soon to be mother and father
Ahoy, a random boy to destroy
Another “I” for the slaughter
Awoken open 45 years ago
Fallin’ a sleep ever since
No flow while pushing the scuffle hoe
the very thought makes me wince

Humanities not to blame
victims themselves of a broken being
Playing the same lame game
clouded from that which is freeing
Searchin’ for my-self in this existence
double my efforts before the clock runs out
Persistence in my resistance no matter the distance
This continuous battle arouses doubt
Reality under my control, which
external influences try to breach
Kicking my soul into the ole dark sink hole
These are all just figures of speech

Watching thoughts run through my head
feeling the corruption can be reversed
the dragon’s head not dead but realizing instead
The false belief of constant thirst
Yesterday’s but a thought
tomorrow’s make-believe
mind is fraught with a taught plot
clash of conflict you will weave
Rise and notice with conscious attention
thinking patterns that are scattered
Ascension to a dimension observing the tension
realizing the NOW, everything else shattered
-Geary LeBell

It could end

It could end in sorrow.
It could end in pain.
It could end tomorrow,
while sipping on champagne.
It could end in rest.
It could end in sleep.
It could end undressed,
while experiencing a dream.
It could end in cheer
It could end in bliss
It could end unclear,
If there’s anything I missed.
It could end in being.
It could end in knowing.
It could end seeing,
presence was all I needed.
-Geary LeBell

True Worth

A ring caught my eye
i didn’t walk by
looking so unique

One of a kind
In my mind
like some kind of freak

cast with 1000s more
pedaled like a whore
what is it that I seek?

the meaning within
seems pretty thin
it makes me weak

forget that ring
it won’t make you sing
i haven’t killed the mystique

the curled metal band
from the garage wasn’t planned
it is what you seek

the flowers made from screen
cannot be unseen
it is from where i speak

adjust your direction
said with nothing but affection
all is not oblique

true internal worth
you’ll have to unearth
your creation, no boutique.
-Geary LeBell