Oct
26
1987

Sure Signs

by Stephen Messer

Sure signs of death approaching:
Death of the individual,
Death of the hope,
Death of the dream;
Death of the nightmare we thought was reality
But was in reality, dream.
Death of the life that is
This nightmare-dream-life-death
That is all of us.

Death of the death of the end.

Sure signs:

No thought;
Uncontrolled desire;
No reaction.
Mindless obedience to a self-set master;
Mindless taking of a self-set bait;
Mindlessly following propensities of the masses;
Mindless involuntary mithridatism.

Mindless voting for projections and accumulations
Of society’s vices and
Mindless support of those vices
Incarnate in leaders.

Allowing manipulation of the self
And of the individual
In the realm of the masses:

Then that death has arrived.

Billions of living souls are dead:
Breathing, speaking, working, obeying –
Still functionally dead.
Unable, dead, to think for themselves;
Unable, dead, to control their own lives;
Unable, dead, to live for themselves.
Unable, individually nullified, to be
Other than dead.

It’s still a war, in war or peace,
Between man and man’s own self and
Man’s own selflessness.
The war to find the self and live
For the self
Begins tomorrow, continues
Yesterday,
And ends now.

Date Written: 1987-10-26
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Sep
22
1987

Moments

by Stephen Messer

In this moment,
Every moment past exists as a past moment.
Every future moment exists as a future moment.

If in the flicker of any moment,
Every other moment exists,
How can this time we have
Come to bear,
Ever be as this time would seem?

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Sep
22
1987

Moments

by Stephen Messer

In this moment,
Every moment past exists as a past moment.
Every future moment exists as a future moment.

If in the flicker of any moment,
Every other moment exists,
How can this time we have
Come to bear,
Ever be as this time would seem?

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Sep
18
1987

Focus

by Stephen Messer

Clearing mind of all distractions,
Clearing thought of all obstructions,
Clearing spirit of all abstractions,
Clearing heart of misdirections,
Clearing sight of all impressions,
Clearing ears of all vibrations,
Clearing touch of all palpations,
Clears the body of all self.

Clearing mind is active process;
Clearing thought is active process;
Clearing spirit is active process;
Clearing heart is active process;
Clearing sight is active process;
Clearing ears is active process;
Clearing touch is active process;
Clearing body is active process.

Focus mind on no distractions,
Focus thought on no obstructions,
Focus spirit on no abstractions,
Focus heart on no misdirections,
Focus sight on no impressions,
Focus ears on no vibrations,
Focus touch on no palpations,
Focus the body to find your Self.

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Sep
14
1987

The Answer

by Stephen Messer

If time were but the answer,
What then could the question be?

But time is not an answer,
So I question eternity.

Why then this, the answer,
Eludes me, I cannot say.

Until the elusive question
Makes itself known to me,

I know that I am the answer.
But the question,

I cannot say.

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Sep
14
1987

Meaning

by Stephen Messer

If once we say hello,
And then we part,
What meaning does this brief
Encounter then impart?

If once we were great friends,
But now friends lost,
What meaning does a long
Lost friendship bear for us?

If once as bitter enemies
We staunchly fought,
What meaning has the fighting
To us taught?

If as total strangers
We do remain,
What meaning does this
Separation to us say?

If as individual humans
We remain,
The meaning lies in our
Separate paths.

And if as humans we are on
Our separate paths,
It means for us that growth
Is still a must.

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Sep
09
1987

Held Captive

by Stephen Messer

All have their own hills
To fear,
All have a secret Golgotha,
Held captive
By a fear to release them;
Held captive
By a fear to hold them;
Held captive
By a fear of fear’s captivity.

All have their own desert
To fear,
All have a secret desert,
Held captive
By a fear to release them;
Held captive
By a fear to hold them;
Held captive
By a fear of fear’s captivity.

All have their own garden
To fear,
All have a secret Gethsemene,
Held captive
By a fear to release them;
Held captive
By a fear to hold them;
Held captive
By a fear of fear’s captivity.

All have their own valleys
To fear,
All have a secret valley,
Held captive
By a fear to release them;
Held captive
By a fear to hold them;
Held captive
By a fear of fear’s captivity.

All have their own god
To fear
All have a secret god,
Held captive
By a fear to release them;
Held captive
By a fear to hold them;
Held captive
By a fear of fear’s captivity.

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Aug
17
1987

Quiet

by Stephen Messer

In a quiet moment we may
All fall down:
Falling with the gravity
We all know.

Laughing as we fall and
Falling as we laugh –
Bawling as we hit and
Laughing when it’s passed.

Bawling, laughing,
Hitting ground,
Falling, breaking,
Making sound;
Falling, laughing,
With this gravity:
Breaking quiet
Moments
With life’s insanity.

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Aug
12
1987

Are Always (A Pop Song – Forgive me!)

by Stephen Messer

Make your way to me
And let me see
All your fire within,
Let it begin
To break its way out.
Then you can shout
Your love for me,
And let me see

That you are mine and I am yours always,
And we always were, and ever will be.
You are mine and I am yours always,
And we are always and always are.

When you get to me
And I can see
All your fire within,
It will begin
To break its way out,
Then I can shout
All my love for you
As lovers do.

And you are mine and I am yours always,
And we always were, and ever will be.
You are mine and I am yours always,
And we are always and always are.

When we get to be free
Then we will see
All the fires within.
It has begun . . .
It broke its way out,
Now we can shout
All our love for each other,
Like real lovers . . .

For, I am yours and you are mine always,
And I always was and ever will be.
I am yours and you are mine always,
And we always are and are always.

Now we are free
Now we can see
All of the fire,
Don’t let it expire.
Now we love each other
Like real lovers,
We can’t let it expire
For we’re always on fire . . .

And I am yours and you are mine always,
And we always were and ever will be.
You are mine and I am yours always,
And we always are and are always.
Yes we always are and are always.
And we always are, we always are
And we are always.
We are always.

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Aug
12
1987

I See a God

by Stephen Messer

With unopened eyes and unclosed mind
An undisclosed God goes undefined
Indefinitive in incomprehensible ubiquity,
But permeating all and that we can do or see.

Without untouching hands or unfeeling heart
This indiscernible God does not remain apart,
Does not remain in a church or a heaven or above
But manifests everywhere as the power, the God, the Love.

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