Musician. Pied Piper. John Galt.
Tarot crafter. Football master. Lover to a fault.
The games we play.
He who makes the world dancers dance.
She who sings his praises.
They who sway
Beneath your say
We who breath your lies
Troubadours selling
Our his-story
Cooking your meals
Making your seals
Our her-story
Who am I?
Am I one, who
Rejects his gifts,
Or denies them?
Am I one, who
Abuses her faith,
Or neglects it?
Who are we?
Are we ones, who
Create,
Or Destroy?
Seduce?
Then deploy,
Innocents to
Test our toys?
What of our sorrow
When we cannot fashion that
Better tomorrow
We peddle
Disney-style
Across the waves
Ever morrow?
Kensho Homestead 
It’s a question I have been asking myself…
Since we ask the question from some place of observation, we see both the negative side and positive side to ourselves.
I recall the past and anticipate the future… who am I?
I am creator and destroyer… who am I?
Where am I – where do I stand? It seems it is the most terrifying and liberating question to ask ourselves… but it is a necessary question to ask for self-actualisation and development. The world is dark because we have been ignorant to this.
Let the pattern be the teacher: All things are made of many parts… The body is many living autonomous organisms, but compose the one.
Who am I to be seated at the centre of consciousness within this vessel?
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Nice poem, but….Who am I? I am the guy you want to be behind if there is an active shooter in the area.
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