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

BowToTheNow Short Stories

What does it all mean? 442 posts later, I continue to string together words and photographs attempting to describe the indescribable.

The past couple years have been challenging, life changing, I feel like i’m finally emerging from the woods with a way to be and surprisingly, something to say.

So, here and there, I will choose a quote from BowToTheNow and create a short fictional story demonstrating its intended meaning and post it here, along with my other interests, i’m even working on a book… ya.. i know… crazy…

Here are a few quotes I’ve written that you may end up seeing on my blog in the near future.


Everyone’s talkin’ religion and spirituality and I’m over here like; hell yeah, I like the album cover too, but have you really listened to the music…

You don’t control the vibration of guitar strings by grabbing hold of them; you fine tune them at the source.

Furthermore, every interference from thought alters the raw vibrations; so? You wanna make music?

Said something, anything, it could’ve meant nothing, everything, to everyone, everywhere, or they simply don’t care to compare, then there’s the possibility of warfare, hoping instead, they’ll share in this affair.

Acceptance is the realization of “its” dissolution.

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