WordP e r f e c t
Subject: Meditation
Koalatee-Lokinator-Maven

As the leader saunters, teachers taunt her - ignoring the recipes
That enhance, by chance, her mind-set with a form of complexity
Admittedly, they say, they fear the thought of taking the risk(s)
Unaware of potential accomplishments when minds escape to abyss
Despotic thoughts while not at all fearing the scars of enigmas
She produces illusions that rival the bizzarest of stigmas
Is it a being we're seeing? One who makes the mind lax or calm inside
Imagine attempting to depict the looks of a climax personified
Admiring botches yet frowned on - forced into retiring modest
It's sad when forms of comfort are shunned 'cos fame's requiring logic
A dutiful answer to stress. . Best for folks depressed with the seasons
Like a Made-for-TV offer, it provides the best in appeasement
When minds wander & finds ponder on funds of crooked welfare
Makeshift thinkers step aside - the naturals were lookin' elsewhere
$99 airfare! Bring the family. . . Come try compiling the taut
& regain youth in five nights @ the luxorious Island of Thought

Sycamore trees; sugar coated with an icing of vanilla beads
Supplemented with strawberry scented pine, catering for my needs,
Is all I see. My centre is personal to me. Here, I am enlightened
With intimate strength intensified- vitalized cause iron is heightened.
a pilgrimage seeking mind, body and soul for fulfilment’s behalf;
Discharge of radiance shines on spiritual encounters I face on my path.
To grow more conscious- unfolding our inner love, life and wisdom,
Being more aware of the guidance signs and how much we miss them.
Thru` emotional cleansing and balancing I develop an intuition-
Whereby my meditation makes my soul sensationalize in apparition,
Knowledge is mind’s nutrition but the idea of insight has been deluded
By magazines and television; who believe wealth, like love, is included.
We observe but are alluded. True ascension comes only thin and few
But yet people want to hear “what the planetary movement means to you!”

my iris focuses, as my eyelids shut firmly over it
on spoken tips, revealing thoughts flowering like lotuses
we spoke of it, and showed that the world was completely ready
for a lightning strike of purple prose, bearing me, unsteady
it's ahead of me, in the distance, I can't find the light
that sends it's photons to blind me, cutting through the night
and it gets brighter, but my eyes shut tighter by the second
teaching myself a lesson, reversing my own health in question
and I seek it still, the will to live heightens my sense
my walking stick is wisdom, but the weight I carry is immense
I lost my common cents, handed them to the begging man
who taught me to laugh again, who taught me how to plan
for the disaster that would happen if the speech was too unclear
it's difficult to acheive nirvana from this media overseer

RIP Word Perfect.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis