This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/16/so-clear/

"I can’t lie, sometimes those damned tears still fill my eyes

I faltered when I spoke, because I pushed away, then moped

Then begged for the time to give it all back, and cursed at the wind, and fell off track

…But the wind took my breath when I learned to see, and I opened up my heart, and heard the song from The Sea

It washed away my fears, as I dried away my tears, and I let go of my thoughts to sail away from the loss

And then the sky remained so clear."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/18/undress-the-eyes/

"thick sky water
floating
is the skies

so facing
to the screens
blindfolds
our looking eyes

to see the lights
and gleaming

to see through lies
and beaming

from talking heads —
around the clock

eating words
with all their “talk”

filling ears with fears
and loathes

to undress the eyes
to impose,
impose

and direct the people
to the loom

to spread the fable
much the doom

to pave the
world
with divisive -odes

and reap the
profit
that they’re “owed”

while all the while people
seethe
and blame their neighbor
same as he or she

we look to blame, cos we don’t
see
it’s in our hearts to
plant the seed

and maybe tuning out of
cunning creeds
is where the soul
begins to be."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/18/a-veil-covered-like-art/

"Up and down the block I see
a world that isn’t free
as every soul is locked within
until they find the key

they pray and pray
but stay the way
exactly that they aren’t

a bird enclosed
a cage imposed
a veil covered like art

the pain is full
the dream is dull
the further we all part

Until we shine the light upon
the path that leads us free

we throw the keys into the pond
and suffer, you and me

So let us find the path, away
that leads us from the shore

we shine the way, and on our way
we finally find the door

Beyond the door
unlocked, you see
the light is more, and more

so take a breath
and just believe
there’s beauty to explore."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/10/chicken-coop/

"Cooped up in a box with a flock of others,

destined to be locked in a cage, adorned with colors,

in our eyes the “normal” 9-5 seems fair,

yet the world outside changes by, in a countless snare,

seasons change; people change

…but when you’re cooped up in a box with a screen and a padlock,

the world outside is forgot —

by the chickens cooped up in their void of a box.

Maybe the chickens should go absorb the world once in a while…

maybe then the world wouldn’t feel like a box, devoid of smiles,

And Maybe the world has more to offer than material stock,

Just maybe the world can teach us how to escape our box."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/17/everlasting-light/

"That day I gazed upon the dawning skyline,
the tears swelled up in my eyes —
Not for the sake of dwelling throes,
Rather, the beauty, that life had sown.

For among the rising light of day,
And the promise of the joyful rays,
The sky oozed like paint from a tube,
With colors and hues too brilliant for my eyes to ever lose.

And I welcomed the sight —
Pushed away thoughts that ever might
Steal the beauty,
And the song,
Of that everlasting light."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/16/funny-as-can-be/

"Listen, listen!

Do you hear that little noise? Coming from the distance, rattling our joy?

Someone’s causing thunder, but it’s funny as can be…

For now I start to wander, but the mirror is all I see.

Now listen, listen!

Do you hear that little noise? Coming from within, welcoming our joy?

Someone’s crafting love, and it’s funny as can be…

For now I start to wander, and the mirror is all I see."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/26/peppermint-words/

"Your words strike me like a peppermint mine,
The aroma, and the lasting impact, taking my breath away.
For sometimes your words burn my ears,
Like a peppermint plant burns my nose, but not out of maliciousness, for it too, opens up the senses.

Your words hurt, but only because my mind is too fragile to accept them at the time,
My world, too broken to accept the harsh truth of my own suffering — my own self-sabotage.
Why is it you see through me so clear, and your Love is so unconditional that you fear letting me fall?
You catch me at my weakest, and teach me how to heal, then watch me as I take my steps, and grin from ear to ear.

Why is it that some words last so long, the mind captures them like a record, a picture, or a song?
Sometimes they play over and over, and sometimes they fizzle out, never to be known again…
And yet, all the while, they tend to strike, like the aroma from a peppermint mine.
Words are mysterious, lovely, and strange sometimes, but too, they hold the world and shape it all the time.

I for one like peppermint, but I prefer words, anytime."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/08/mind-vs-soul/

"vMy eyes opened, my thoughts begin to rustle through emotions within the mind’s file bin —

“Hmm…”, my mind wonders, “which to choose?”

Yet my soul says, “No! For the mind is not to lose… Emotions, to give them up or hold them, you must choose.”

My mind wondered not of the souls’ ambition, for it was the soul that made the thoughts alive, the mind just loves to subconsciously utter words for the sake of using them at times. The feeling that these thoughts inspire though, they are stoked by the soul:

Anxiety: that tightening within, that is the soul speaking, that is the warning to release, let go and win.

Joy: that great release within, that is the soul speaking, that is the bliss of energy, breathing in the wind.

But both emotions took root in the mind. The tree of being had grown from the seed of thoughts, but it’s the soul’s job to make them spring to life.

Now I must remind the mind, “Take care good soul, lest your tree decay.”"

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/08/become-like-wind/

"A part of me, the love it takes

And when I’m lost, the ground, it shakes

Foundation trembles from the trouble

The cracks impress their way to rubble

Among the mess, I’d caused a quake

Undressed those words, revealed my fate

…but all is not lost, you see?

For when the eyes awake, believe

They travel to the land of hope

Where destruction mends to cope

And binds upon the fragile cracks

Secures the fortress, inscribes the plaques

Conceals the self-destructive haze

Detained by the eternal flame

The plaques, like mirrors, of our youth

As on their breast, beholds the truth

The truth that we all hold within

If only we’d become like wind."

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/03/04/guh/

"Control, it must be claimed, you must remain sane.

The emotions, the worries, the fears, they must be tamed.

For if not, destruction booms from within, like a mine —

Is that what you want o seeker and dreamer of beauty?

The walls closing in, the walls you must rebuild , ever to render, truly?

Else, it’s you who be controlled, guh! Within a mold."