I think of my enemies like a toothache, bothersome yes, but sometimes they can be inspirational like a sharp stick in the eye or a joke that makes me rock and roll with laughter. Poetry is my medicine. Monday Poetry can be the stick or the joke. All depends.
Things you don’t learn in a crowd, in college or in a Church. Ultimate philosophy 101 by the Master Bob Dylan.
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Johnny’s in the basement Mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he’s got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid It’s somethin’ you did God knows when But you’re doin’ it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin’ for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap By the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin’ that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phone’s tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D.A. Look out kid Don’t matter what you did Walk on your tiptoes Don’t try “No-Doz” Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You don’t need a weatherman To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin’ to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You’re gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin’ for a new fool Don’t follow leaders Watch the parkin’ meters
Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don’t steal, don’t lift Twenty years of schoolin’ And they put you on the day shift Look out kid They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Don’t wear sandals Try to avoid the scandalsUltimate Don’t wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump don’t work ’Cause the vandals took the handles
Now that’s a horrific haiku with stupidity unleashed.
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“Trust the science” is a mantra out of sync with the innate wisdom of the human body. Just ask it (the body) with the simple but complex knowledge of muscle testing. Believe what your body tells it tells you, and not what comes out of a lab full of rats.
MRNA vaccine injuries are no joke, they cripple and kill you, not the things that ail you.
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Moderna terrorists
fan hypodermic needles.
MRNA Gods.
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These jabs are the antithesis of health. An un-compromised body should be the goal of medicine, not injecting all manner of toxins and poisons to disrupt and compromise normal cell functions. Injecting healthy and vibrant children with these body compromising pharmaceuticals is a crime against nature and humanity.
That is the message from my sacred body and my horrific haiku unleashed. The same important message sent from God, the real one.
Off the Beaten Path stratospheric haiku conspiracy for March 26, 2026.
The skies tell the truth even when your smartphone lies. Michigan just had another devastating ice storm with surface temperatures at 28 degrees. Rain freezing instantly on contact with everything near the ground. It is raining because of geo engineering programs that warm temperatures aloft. Satellites, microwave frequencies, Chem trails and cell towers in conjunction with metallic nano particles and our weather is coming straight from Hell.
Preach all the college book “science” you want. Chem trails make clouds and dim the sun, they change the weather, contrails do not. Weather modification is not a conspiracy theory, its deniers are the real conspiracy theorists.
Life can change in an instant, especially when extraterrestrials shatter the windows to our soul.
For some of us, it’s a spiritual epiphany, for others it can be an occluded blackout.
In our physical universe as we know it, life begets death. Death begets life. That is our physical dimensional reality.
We exist in other dimensions as well as our existence on the physical plane, and thus the life death cycle so engrained into our reality is quite frankly, an illusion. The physical body dies, but the non physical body persists to reincarnate into the physical or live in another dimension altogether. Past life memories are now common place and electronically verifiable.
As my poem depicts, I have experienced other dimensions and have certainty that we have not been alone on this planet from its inception. Humanity is just one dimension of many that co-exists on this one physical plane we call Earth. There are three trillion planets extrapolated to exist just in the milky way alone. Just one of those planets has enough dimensions to make our heads spin. Dimensions and life in the Milky Way?
Even among our species their are many universes not containable within the confines of time and space. Extraterrestrials exist without our agreement. We are phenomenon but not the only ones. Any argument to the contrary is an impossibility so great that, yes, it is impossible. I have been there and have experienced when extraterrestrials shatter the windows to our soul.
Just like humanity, in that experience, I am not alone.
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Cross Over
There exists a world
few have ever seen. Those that have
are awe struck… completely
turned inside out and upside down
within the realm of what is
and what isn’t. They instantly know
Extraterrestrials exist, that there
is no such thing as “death”,
just a soft but vibrant susurrus
from the heart of creation, from the all
of existence, from the very beginning
before the beginning began. They behold
God is what God is, indescribable
in indefinable terms, incomprehensible
as the all-ness of is-ness
or the everything of forever-ness
where the essence of man has always been.
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Book 2 in my Conversations With Sasquatch book series Cross Over
The unique essence of creation is you. That is why we are here. To create an ideal well above the the chaos created by those operating in the asylum of lost minds.
When it comes to creation, there has to be good judgement and balance for a human being to remain in a state of equilibrium with the universes in which they are engaged. Because creation often requires various degrees of destruction, this balance is achieved only via reason and innate knowing. Intellect is only a fraction of that creation, the heart and soul are the better guides to one’s worthwhile contributions to the communal act of living. It is pertinent in one’s life, to focus on creations that entail bringing about the least amount of destruction within the realm of creation.
It is easy to see the many failures of magnitude all around us. Those are creations with too much destruction.
Everything, good or bad is created. I hope you and others around you are in the “business” of creating good. Either way one goes, it is like a snowball rolling down or up the hill of life. The choice is ours. The unique essence of creation is you.
