Farewell

My opinions aren't that bitter
A son said to his dad.
Patience applied over your conclusions
Will make it sweeter as to where I stand
But you sneek in the quick sand
And revel in my decline
The moment I was conceived
Is when your forethought cemented in mind
So, It seems it has always been
Of those with less worry for wear
Could not possibly have a breath
Worthy of your ear to bear
I say these last few words
As I clentch a hope in mind
That part of what I speak
Will find its way to you in time
"The make up of who you are not
Is pulled by who you are to be
And with a bit of momentum
Your acceptance may finally see
I am who I am
I am who I think up to be
Every part of who I am
Changes with the hate you push in me
So as the day now closes
And the night relinquishes too
I will no longer be drawn down
By the dissappointments projected from you"

Hoping for More

How can the day

Ever 

Give you

Anything

When you wake up thinking

"I do not want!"

How can the night

Ever

Replenish your 

Hopes

When you fall asleep 

Wishing

"Why couldn't the day have..?"

Both night and day

Work with such a palette

Painting your picture

With black

     and white

Giving you

Exactly

What you wished for,

Nothing!

Thank you
You are more than I know
More than you know
And one day
Maybe tomorrow
You will smile
Seeing that I am right
Feeling
What I have known
All along
What you have been
All along
Amazing!

The Beggar

As it so often does happen

         The day forced its way

Onto the beggar

         Enriching his pay

He asked not of the sun

         How much he may keep

Yet he threatened its life

         As it retreated to leave:

“How dare you tempt us

With the beauty of light

Then forgo us this privilege

As you relinquish to night”

The sun continued its smile

         Onto the face of his shame

Knowing that not man

         But ignorance is to blame

The sun drenched Earth

         With its much needed rest

Bowed to the sun

         For doing its best

The beggar, the fool,

         Screamed out at its withdrawal

Claiming the sun a coward

         As it welcomed its own fall

As day said good night

         The sun added a plea:

“Make peace with the night

         For clarity to ring”

The sun knows that darkness

         Saves man by binding his will

Of living through a gilded sense        

         Of a visional thrill

The beggar so deaf

         And orally blind

Heard nothing of the sun

         As night took hold of his mind

Soon the earth began its rest

         The wind took its own lead

And began to fill the night’s silence

         With healing whispers of need

Birds calm in nests

         Trusting trees to hold them tight

Butterflies wings rest

         In the stillness of night

The grass of the earth

         Swayed to the beat

Emanating renewal

         Beneath the beggars abandoned feet

The wind encircled his thoughts

         And carried them free

Allowing the beggar

         To feel without need

His body let go

         On the hold within itself

His senses flew beyond

         His skeptical shelf

As silence drenched

         His once polluted mind

He began to feel with purity

         For the very first time

So the beggar has learned

         Or noted at best

The mind should be given

         A much needed rest

For although light spills its beauty

         It can also flood the mind

With polluted perceptions

         Of an ignorant mind        

He vowed to walk in light

         Closing his windows of deceit

And reclaim his adventure

         Befriending his once neglected feet

He began to walk the Earth

         Never asking for more

Using his mind less

         And never again feeling poor

        

        

Under and Over

Understanding

Is overstated

For

If I am below someone

And

They are overshadowing me

I begin to underestimate

My ability to oversee

Their understatements

But if I undertake

This task

With the objective

Of an overview

I may see

That they are

Misunderstood

And Therefore I now

Understand

Lightly Pressed

A muddled walk

From tainted talk

My head is controlling my step

Body knows

How mind slows

The reluctant reach of the heart

All that is seen

Is nothing that has been

When mind steps to the front of each attempt

Bind the fury

Dismiss the jury

Release the body’s intention to lead

Now

Flow in step

With mind inept

Movement will besiege

Purity with ease

And I will arrive where intentions do plead

Before the mind reigned ominous and supreme

The Way We See It

I want to be a gypsy
my mind calls to me
If I don't submit to its demands
it will pack up and leave
So I let her wonder
and ponder the earth
Hoping she'll uncover
what her life's thoughts are worth
She glides out with hope
to find the courage to see
The world she created
the way her thoughts said it to be
The very first sights
her eyes landed upon
Clouded her imagination
and made her eyes yawn
She propelled herself through
knowing there must be more
But the scene did not change
upon the opening of each door
Thinking her life lost,
hopeless and bound
A thought bubbled up
and reclaimed her to be found
A moment ago
as she wandered past her mind
She realized to see
is not dependent upon what you will find
It's the power of creation
birthed in each thought
Not to be found
and not to be sought
The strength is within
to power the mind
To focus moment to moment
in a world short of sublime
So she wandered back in
with power at hand
Knowing she has control
to create where she will stand

Stand

Can you shine any louder
Than my heart beats down

A masochistic man
In a crooked town

Forward smiles dig so deep
Falling on your head you begin to weep

You deserve much more
Than they followed through

As your pessimistic screams
Shine down on you

Bottle neck

Bottomless pit

There was no exit

Once you consumed it

You’re savvy with your evil ways

Timed to the second
You manipulate the haze

How soon will life
Finish with you

Swallow you hole
After it splits you into

Bottle neck

Bottomless pit

There was no exit

Once you consumed it

I’ve never become
A shadow you’ll see

Because I’m standing on your hopes

And suffocating your dreams

Now you know
Evil is not meant to be dealt

Eaten or swallowed

Seen or felt

I will hug the wishes
Of those that suffered at your hand

I will burn your ashes
So purity can bravely stand

again

I am in love

When I was young

And you were old
I never did


as I was told

You said I’d never amount
to anything

I laid my thoughts

Out in a maze

To hide my truth

From your cold gaze

You said I’d never amount
to anything

Well anything is everything

I guess I win because you can’t see

That I’m in love with being me

The word ran for me

As I ran from you

It caught me cold

But warmed me through

I knew I was free to be anything

I swallowed it faster

Than I could run

The crow shrieked louder

Than the setting sun

But I still believed in everything

So, I’m not young

And your breath has past

Your words stink loud

But I'm deaf at last

To all you ever said was wrong with me

Because now I am in love with being me

INteRuPTed

I survived the first thought
again with the next
It bubbled up softly
and grabbed hold of my neck
I begged for a breath
a reason to breathe
It bubbled up softly
no space for relief
A jagged edge plight
not knowing what to do
You stole hopes of speech
as your words cut right through

The wind has the answers

   I know this

Yet it is for the questions

   I ask of him

I know why the clouds

   carry my dreams

And how the skies hold

   my hopes

The flowers and trees sing

the truth

I also know

They work as one to answer me 

But how, I ask,

   do I learn to create

The questions for the wind

to deliver to me

The Fall of an Ego

A battle ground does exist

It's location

The center of your dark heart

That calls your soldier of thoughts

To fight against true heroes

You may draw blood and bring men to their knees

But the faith of the people

Is really what you kill

It is the support of them

That gives life to your selfishly beating heart

Your time has come

You have forced them to run cold

They have felt your motives

They will give no more

And you will be forced

To surrender ego

A Shadow Looking for its Person

The sun began to burn my path of where I had been. As my steps drew me farther from the morning, I began to feel lighter. With nothing holding me back, I began to run. Where I was going had no impact on me, I ran because I could.

Soon, I no longer mattered. My thoughts became silent, my worries died off. I was running with the wind even though none had existed. Feeling so disconnected from myself, I turned to take in all that surrounded me. And then, it all poured in and weighted me down. My flight had come to an end. The sight alone, brought me back to my past reality. No less than 100 yards lay my shadow, a dejected piece of human trash.

I knew without it I had felt free, but life being as predictable as it is, part of me felt incomplete. I chill rocked my spine as I saw the head of my shadow lift vertically from the horizontal plane it rested upon. This was no longer an inspiring dream; it was now a tainted nightmare.

I attempted to run as I did moments before, but the fright of my circumstance pulled me down. I no longer glided with ease. I could move, but soon my footsteps ran dry and I could barely keep pace faster than that of his. So I stopped the treadmill of destination nowhere and turned to look to find him frozen in time and space.

How did we lose our connection? Was the shadow, my evidence of existence, letting me know I was losing touch with this world? If I allow him to catch me, will I be forced to live as before? A choice had to be made. I could not sacrifice many more fleeting opportunities.

Leave My Pieces to Me

You are not what I thought

You are not what I think

You are the thought of creation

Inspired by your own means

As I say of you

You may also say of me

I am who I am

Because this is who I think up to be

The battle begins

At the hand of our mind

And how it attempts to solve puzzles

Not of its kind

For all of us are puzzles

To be left unknown

Manipulating other's pieces

Is the work for a drone

NOW

Step down from your thoughtless throne

With no other's pieces in hand

Focus on your own kingdom 

While standing tall on your own land! 

Blogger's 10th Birthday

I began blogging so as to share my thoughts for others to read. It is as if someone is listening to me. I do not need advice or comments, I simply live in the hope that my thoughts run parallel with another's if even for a wince of time. I only wish I could perform the trick so that I had more followers, not that I am a leader of any sorts, but just more people that my words could reach out to! So, happy birthday blogger and make a wish for me and you!

I'm trapped in my stance

With the blue skies closing in
The green grass at my feet
No evidence of where I've been
Trees tempt to bend to bare my fall
As I've been collecting storm clouds daunting and small
I have yet to release the fury inside
Which mounts each moment like a roaring tide
I must acknowledge these hasty raindrops of sorrow
That I have no control of my yet seen tomorrow

And then the dandelion shrieks a cry
As trees release a saving sigh,
"Tomorrow is now in the next moment I sing"
I care nothing about of what tomorrow may bring"

I gasp to say, "But what if tomorrow your song runs dry
And all you have loved has gone and died?"

"Oh silly human with your mind so askew
To live is to love all the melodies, true and blue!"

With this I now know:
To live is to feel all the pain, hope and sorrow
Now I can rest knowing it's possible to love tomorrow!

We Are to Blame

Never is the promised land
Happy with man's closed hand
Forgiveness it does beg for and quiver
Yet human soul too dry to deliver
The Earth she begs for one quenched breath
What's given back lacks in depth
So with man's mere forge of selfish cries
Mother Earth's hope soon doeth die
She tempts to plead with a hope to sing
The beckon call of nature's ring
Oh how they tried to sing her song
Soon to feel The Curse Gone Wrong
It is man's tainted bellows that frequents the air
And consumes the corpse of this Earth's weathered fare
It did cost much for what is left can't hold
The trepid hearts of the young we've sold
Their future thin for she is worn down
And poor Mother Earth stripped of her crown

Wake Up

Inflating your image
with another man's air
Makes you no more effective
than a blind man's stare
The bystanders will see
through your manipulating grin
Laughing at you as the joke
while you think you made it in
You are not of this group
at the expense of the kind
You'll be alone in the end
with your narcissistic mind
So be it you see
that you brought your self down
Your wit was the noose
and your selfishness their frown

Just Ask

I may not always be here
but forever I am
So many senses ignored
to connect and detect
So, if you choose to find me
ask and in the hidden bends of your mind
I will answer
For if you allow me to stay
If you accept my presence
If you entertain it to be
I will be there
unseen yet forever evident
of my once existence
in your time.

A sounding siren never lies and neither does the truth of a whisper.

We could all help close the curtain on drama by stop agreeing to be part of the cast!

No Reason to Hide

I am mourned by the sun

When I hide in my shell

Without me to reflect his brilliance

I am left uninspired, unearthed

Too lonely to dwell

He sends out the wind

To tempt my spirit

Its' whisper is soft

Wake flows in me

As I raise a smile of thought

"I should not hide behind the fear

of the nothings of tomorrow

for the somethings of the day

will then be nothing.  For the sun to be so

brilliant in speech, he needs me to

echo his beauty!"

If there is no brilliance from me

The sun would reflect only

Shadows that I back up to

Or stare down upon

Therefore, I need to shine brighter

Than the sun

So I do not overshadow

Any prospective breath from this Earth

This will allow everything to shine

In its' own time

So for today

I step into my light

And into this brilliance

We call life

Where is Freedom to be Found?

Fear is binding
Yet fear shall not bind me
Peace is the keeper who's only employed position
Is to free those that are bound
Our only limitation
Is our inability to sustain inner peace
We have all tasted it at one point
But to welcome it in
And entertain it through any imposing storm
Is strength
That strength begins at the heart of
Perfect Love for
Ourselves, our situations and all of those
That we share it with
Living this is FREEDOM!

Does my life mean anything to anyone

I may not be everything to everyone nor nothing to no one but at the very least I know I am something to at least someone and that one is me!

Battles of the Mind....STAR TESTING

Pads of silence
Panters of glares
Hoping for retrieval
Gasping for air
Fletching of shields
To guide the light
Swords deface
To shield the fright
Treading softly
Loftily so
Yearning for victory
While enemy in tow
Breathes chill hearts
Awaken the neck
Capture their grimace
On this destructive trek
The foe became friend as the end did near
As the enemy lines woefully veered
No one had thought with test in hand
This fractured mind could conquer the land
Student and test could have become one
If they had entered a truce before the game had begun

One day, oh it was quite a late one, I saw a turtle strolling down the street with a roll in his step. His neck had a permanent crick for it was so rigid from fearing his past for so long. As days passed, he no longer looked into his past with fear and soon not long after he stopped looking back all together. It hurt so he stopped. He decided to only face what trampled in front of his path and as soon as it passed, so did his memory of it. This freed turtle up so much so that he noticed not much held him back. The weight of his shell seemed to lighten. Friends began to see a change in him. His gate changed from a hobble to more of a glide. Soon, he was so free flowing in his movements through life that he went places he never could have before. He was finally able to flail past the rabbits that have taunted him for so long. But, soon, life seem to be passing by so quickly. Turtle was not seeing or hearing much, just rushing around because he could. Moving so fast made his life a bit shallow and cold, so he chose to slow and glide with the creatures that had evaded him not so long ago. Friendships were made, laughter exchanged and soon turtle found himself free to be anything he wanted, most of all to just be and smile. For living in the now requires one to pace their moments, enjoy them for what they are and let them go so you can wring out the joy of the moment that is yet to come!

Zipper my hem
To keep me free to run
Until you trip me up
With your blue skies
Tough knees
Making me dodge and plead
You are the one folding from the thoughts of speech
I beg to borrow so I can be your air
Let down my hem
So I can dress myself
in who I really am
All I need is the wind to push me into myself
and towards you
So we can fall together
Into our new forever

Her face remains silent
Her thoughts race no faster
than the interval between breaths
Her eyes reflect images
as salient as the warmth of her touch
Her words free of binding
and tip towards that of aridness
Her movements supernaturally spun
in slow amniotic temperateness
Her presence ominous yet takes the form of light
guiding fear out of darkness
Her existence evident with a hush of a push
moving those that inquire towards the better part of themselves

I want her to become me!

Sometimes

When I am bent

My mind feels the break

But my thoughts misguide me

It is not that I am soon to be split

In two

I just need to release the tension

And bend in the direction

Of this new experience

It is the fight that threatens my connections

As long as my mind softly sits

I will remain whole

And in the end

Fully alive

My Eyes

All that my life is, 

 is what I see that lies in front of me

What I see evokes feelings

How I feel about what I see

 determines my life

Because I can choose how I feel

 about what I see,

 I choose truth

But sometimes how I see and what I see

 is skewed by you and them

I am now a lie to myself

By you telling me what to see,

 how to feel about what I see

 and therefore sometimes this becomes

 more your life or their life rather than mine

So, I choose to remove you and them

 from my life's equation

 and that leaves the truth

ME!

How do we change the world we see? How about a game of tag where everyone is "IT"!

Tag, you're it and nowhere on Earth is safe!

Real Richness

Silly little castles

Stop screaming into black

No one needs you now

Even kings have given crowns back

Your kingdom has stretched

To fairy tale heights

While the dragon's burning the common's wealth

And no one can find the timid knights

It was the greed of the people

To have like the king

Silly little people

Your ruler never really had a thing

He owned all of you

And as you scrambled to give

In his fight to have more

He never even lived

There is but one

That ended up with it all

The king's jester kept every smile

The large and the small

For a fool pays for laughter

In hopes his heart will sing

Yet, it is the receiver of the smile

Who is richer than any king

Absent From You

I am broken and shallow

You won't need to look too deep

I'm a mimic of you

With the same deflating disease

You've modeled it well

I've wanted it too

If it wasn't for how you smiled

As it swallowed you through

I could have stayed to pull you out

And try to keep you intact

But the cause of your fall

Was from you turning your back

You snuffed all the clues

That screamed in your wake

You chose to allude

All the advice for my sake

I feel it now, I can see right through

You did this for me and I'll do this for you

I will give all I have and nail closed the door

When you come looking around

You will find me no more

The Enemy Mind

Stop eating your thoughts

  as if they have flavor

It's the control of your soul

  that your thought's tempt to savor

You unwillingly give in

   as if there was a chance to live free

There was no way to know 

   you gave birth to your enemy

It's parasitic

Catastrophic

And you keep consuming those

  thoughts as if you're heroic

Strengths not a given

It takes will to control

To find the cracks of the mind

  that let the thoughts seep in whole

They evade

To persuade 

You to feel 

What you think 

  is actually real

Misminded

I am lost

But I have found

That when you can't find your way

You look

Deeper 

Wider

You feel it all

Life takes on a new life

For when you feel you are found

You stop looking to see

And stop feeling

You become consumed with

What you feel is in your grasp

You're so numb with rambling thoughts

That what you hold becomes cold from

Neglect

And if you are lucky

You will feel lost

    and you will then

Begin your search to live

Cleanse

Oh how I wished 

You'd listen

For my ear is bent 

And tired

Please take the role of friend

For my heart aches 

To

My hands are tired from

Lifting

Your spirits that weigh

With woes

Mostly placed there

By your misshapen 

Ego

I loved and gave

But refused to sink with you

You wanted 

An anchor

You searched them out

You held them tight

Until they pulled on

You

Laughter and hope

A rarity

No inspiration

No clarity

Did I feel loved 

No

Not even warm

You only gave

So 

You would receive

I really wanted to share

This life

Yet too often

I lived in yours

So

I feel it is now time

To clean my days

And finally let you go

I choose to care even when you pretend to.

I choose to forego the norm to reach the heart of others. This somehow confuses the humans my age and they seem to believe that this breeds chaos. When has selfless love brought down a human and caused pain. It may not be written into the procedures of the career that possesses you, but that is what makes this love so meaningful. It breaks no rules for it is pure and childlike. It is actually a level that moves the fortunate to the next higher level of being. For they may be unfortunately lost, yet are blessed to have landed in your palm.

So, whatever your place is in the world, caring for the other, especially when it is not written that you do so, is more important to the being's existence than the control of the chaos it never touched.

Generica

From birth you've been in line

Waiting for them to tell you its time

How to breathe and what to wear

You've lost your momentum and you don't seem to care

It's okay to be plastic and forget how to feel

But the barcode on your neck reminds you that you're real

Their thinglish suppressors of this common place world

They know how easy it is for you to be fooled

I caution you of this mind sucking device

It allows you to be no one, what a spuddly device

They plant the seed of how you look, think and feel

You've been in a trance for so long, you forgot what it's like to be real

All of you generics seem to taste the same

While being free to choose your flavor you're the only one to blame

So shed their layers and unplug their cord

Delete the egosematic trash they had permanently stored

Mind Language

The Man at the door

Asks for more

Of what he can see

Of what I can be

Indentured in time

A place of mine

Wanting a trace

Of time and space

Believing in

Creating in

In-delving in for a frame

Deep in thought

Untie the knot

Release the crease

Smooth of thought

Continue forward

Back in time

This reaching of thought is Mine

What Are You Reflecting?

Why do you choose to look into the mirror

  With a steady gaze?

Are you looking for what is not there

  Or embellishing for what may be?

Why search for some mystic vision?

   For you will capture only what you expect.

The most vivid reflection of self

   Can be found by sealing off the view of lies,

Feeling the reflections of vibrations

   That are given off of the experiences

Which you have tended to 

   From your palette of love.

I Only Need Me

I,

  Want what I want

Wishing,

  I want what I have

No longer,

  Smiling at what I have

For,

  My haves don't smile back

Now,

  Knowing my wants only need

  To have what I need

And that,

  Is nothing but to give all that I have

  And some of what I need

So, that I am left only

 With

 Me!

I loved

Oh, how I fell softly

Yet hit so hard

My landing hissed

For the tables were turned

You calculated this

To maneuver your ways

Delivered vague hope

Then banished it away

You slid back

And unraveled your ties

This fall of mine

Is yours

Because I leapt to your arms,

That embraced yourself

A promise you tore

that left nothing 

of me!

The Birth of the Consumer

The field of beauty did not ask

For a population of mass

But the selfish greed of the ego

Was built up to take away

All that others were not willing to give

Weeds of seeds planted as thoughts and desires

Took over their own beautiful gardens

Until one day

All that grew in their minds

Was the preoccupation

Of wanting, to want

And buying to buy

Until the real beauty of their reality

Became a malnourished truth

A battle ground between the lost you

and their ravenous monster, 

the consumer

of wants.

A Friend Lost

I could not have caught you from your fall

It is a building lesson wrapped up

The weight too much to push

In any other direction

You have directed yourself, again

Yet, your reality of your shadow follows

And when you rest your head

It will fall back onto you

The pressure too heavy to bear the weight

So you fall, again

No more room here for descending

I worry you will only fall flat

And not

Have the resource to lift

Yourself and all the others

That lay flat with you!

Artificial Invention-why I dislike myspace

Trapped in a space

Too small for much.......conception

Age does not play a role

For this artificial......invention

It's a mask of existence

A facial deformity of......deception

Puts you in a trance

It will alter your.....perception

A mascarade, a parade to view

Closing your eyes is the only........prevention

S0, why has fondling a computer

Replaced human......connection

Delete the space that has consumed you whole

Learn to live free and rediscover your role

in this world of.............Artificial Invention

"Eternally Terminal-Almost" just a beginning!

I felt hopeless, hopeless and helpless as I use the tree to keep me from falling into myself.  My mind is entangled with dreams and defeats posing threats to each breath that I try to create for relief.  My eyes bleed a radiating heat of loss.  A pulsating nerve seems to take over all controls of my self as it surges down my left arm.  I am not sure if it is screaming to stay alive or slowly dying from the antics that have left me thoughtless.  A small part of my soul smiles, ironically. It seems that this strange circumstance that had occurred moments before, was a slap to my reality.  It was something to awaken me before my soul is labeled eternally terminal.

I realize that the first thought that is born immediately after a near tragedy will either leave internal life threatening scars on my soul or can be used to lift one.  I fight the urge to think or feel emotion about what has just happened for I know that whatever I register within my mind will permanently mold me.  

My knees lose their strength and my feet fight to stay planted as my back slides down the smooth skin of the eucalyptus tree that has been my crutch.