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.