Phizzog

Phizzog This face you got,

This here phizzog you carry around,

You never picked it out for yourself,

At all, at all, did you?

This here phizzog somebody handed it

To you, am I right?

Somebody said, “Here’s yours, now go see

What you can do with it.”

Somebody slipped it to you and it was

Like a package marked:

“No goods exchanged after being taken

Away.”

This face you got.

Carl Sandburg wrote that poem. Somebody or something is always giving us something. We don't realize our choices play a role in what we experience. Somehow we became models built by a godly entity, and we travel through time with our free will switch in the off position. We allow the beliefs of others to become our beliefs. We sign on as a clone and act as if we had nothing to do with what we believe or who we are.

This veil of separation has kept us locked in a box of distorted mental Cracker Jacks with no prize inside. We wait quietly for someone else to open the box and let us out.

Our consciousness knew how to create before we manifested physically. We used the action of consciousness to expand our awareness of being physical. We function physically thanks to the non-physical energy that is the foundation for all consciousness. We exist in a stream of non-physical energy, and it flows through us all the time.

Believing in the power of individual consciousness dissolves the veil of separation, and we sense other aspects of the self. We create what we experience through our emotionally charged thoughts and beliefs. The people we blamed or praise for our experiences are there to assist us on our awareness journey. Phiz means self or face, and zzog meaning made. We are self-made forms of consciousness that continue to create in order to physically and emotionally feel our experiences.

I’m A Protoplasmal Primordial Atomic Globule

I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.

In 1885, Gilbert and Sullivan's comic opera, The Mikado, opened in London. The opera allowed the producers to satirize British politics and institutions by disguising them as Japanese. There's nothing funnier than holding a mirror up to the self and thinking we see someone else.

We want to be more than we think we are because we are more than we think. Our beliefs about the nature of consciousness hinder us from searching within for the protoplasm dripping from every cell.>br>
We are all part of the primordial atomic globule that exists within the creases of our consciousness. The inner self is inconceivable, yet we conceive it physically, to emotionally feel the experiences we create.

This reality is a comic opera, and we are the directors and actors that make our physical production special. We don't have to believe that fact for it to be real. Real only exists because our play tells us to think what we create is real.

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I See You

I See You Swirling Thru

The Trees.

Devour Me

As You Do

The Leaves.

So I Can Be

The Sound Of Nature’s Energy.

The Touch Of Nature’s Unity.

The Sight Of Nature’s Face.

Dancing In Your Embrace

With No Trace Of Distaste.

The Product Of Your Divine Grace.

Francis Of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is error, the truth;

Where there is doubt, the faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

And where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

Grant that I may not so much seek

To be consoled, as to console;

To be understood, as to understand;

To be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

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Wind Has Dust

Midnight Crawlers Party Ballers

New Year Struck A Match.

Half-Baked Bread Now Thee Wed.

Animal Thoughts Ancestor Bash

God Gets Trapped In

DNA Trash.

Elephant Bones Got Psycho-Tones

Cause Self-Awareness Must Sleep

In A Steep Where

The Wind Has Dust

In Its Crust.

H.T. Manogue

Excerpt From: Just An Old Fashioned Love Song Meets Stoic Man

Release Date: April 2021

Party Stiffs

Lockdown Zoo. Current Year Poo.

Tree Light Special

Turkey-Prone Gnomes Upset Homes

Change Domes As Well-Knowns Hide

From The Bone

In That Holiday Stimulus Griff

Drenched In Party Stiffs.

H.T. Manogue

Excerpt From: Just An Old Fashioned Love Song Meets Stoic Man

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I'm Grateful

I’m Grateful. I Ain’t No Bore.

Two On The Floor Wings That Roar.

Turkeys Know When November Blows

Mightful Right Humans Like To Bite.

Glamour Stands Guns Command

A Quick Departure

From My Glands

To A Plant-Based Feast

In Greaseless Peace.

H.T. Manogue

Excerpt From: Just An Old Fashion Love Song Meets Stoic Man

Release Date: April 2021

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