As the trees surrender their autumn leaves to winter's zephyr,
I am reminded of how difficult life is.
Even for these beings that have no lips to express the hardship of the arduous season,
and its constant return year after year.
I too must endure this season and its inevitable return,
outside and inside,
and retain my form,
through constant remembrance of my function to strive.
It is here,
I feel closest you,
and I wonder if they do too?
If they could speak,
would they rejoice this season?
would they revel in its struggle?
Knowing it brings them closer to you.
If they understood time like I do,
would they eagerly await the other seasons?
Knowing the conditions would be ripe to try again,
to grow again.
And if they could feel,
would they hope that their efforts would be rewarded with your permission?
Knowing that your permission,
and their joy,
will bring them closer to you?
And if they could speak,
would they tell me that they find you on both ends,
and everything in between,
and could not find a place to be further away from you.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
If you can't see,
How can you expect to be free,
Sitting on your knee,
Taking it all,
Paying a hidden fee,
To the engine.
Selling your soul,
Thinking you're not part of the sin,
And then wondering why does it smell so foul.
You're in it,
And so am I,
And so are the masses.
Programmed over the eras,
To chase the escape,
Forgetting that it's just vape.
Who are we kiddin?
We all can see,
Fom the seats we're sitting in,
Absorbing the malicious,
Expelling the benevolence,
and being blatantly shameless,
Forgetting that such an exsistence should be nameless.
But here we are,
Here we are,
Smitten by the evil kitten,
Claiming what can we do,
What can we do?
Who are you shittin?
Who are we shittin?
But ain't it fittin.
I guess we do belong,
We did reap what we sowed,
And we did it all together.
Here's a pill,
Forget that it'll make you ill,
But this is it.
There is no escape.
So why are we looking for salvation,
In the new phone,
In the company raise,
In the new hand bag.
Same fallacy,
Different phase,
Moving on.
The salvation you seek,
Is something that you'll find inside,
And even when you do,
She will never stick around.
So accept,
That every day won't be amazing,
And don't forget,
That everyday doesn't have to be bad,
And that's what this life is made of,
Till the day we all are just vape.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
I don't know.
I don't know,
what it feels like to love as a parent,
because my experience is limited by my experiences.
I haven't had the chance to experience parenthood,
however existence is shared by all existing things,
and whenever I observe the existence of parenthood,
Many things are shared with me.
Good and Bad.
It is here I begin to understand what a child is to a parent.
A child is like the sun,
to its parents sea.
The brighter a child shines,
the deeper its rays penetrate,
the layers of the sea.
And you may wonder,
How does the sun get to shine bright?
The sun gets to shine bright,
Through the love, understanding and acceptance of the sea.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
One:
We're all victims of our own vices,
Those things that cause a cosmic crisis,
Rather than attacking the ones that dwell within us,
We lash out at the ones we find outside in others.
It's a case of right enemy, wrong battlefield.
And those of us who do fight the war inside,
Are fated to fight on two fronts,
It may be a Sisyphean task,
But we will not be judged by our failures,
We will be judged by our efforts,
Our resilience,
Our hope,
Our spirit.
Two:
The greatest evil a human will face is not the devil, not a demon, not an animal but another human and the irony of it all is that it is the evil we can not live without.
Three:
Man is political by nature,
His ego inherited from his father and mother,
And his struggle created by his creator.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
Friends standing on the beach,
Talking about what they preach.
Beers in a bottle,
Their thoughts on full throttle.
Justifying their strive,
to live a life.
Talking about the same thing in the same way,
but with a different take.
In all this strife,
while we seek for ultimate fulfillment in different things,
we forget we're preaching and reaching in different ways.
But that is how the universe spins,
Within and Without,
And I accept that it spins and spins,
even when I think of nothing,
even when I think of everything.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
With each step I take,
I seek to move closer,
because you are the linchpin of ultimate knowledge and wisdom,
but each step has its own caveat,
So excuse me for all past, present and future missteps.
I am a victim of my own vices,
and the sources of my action or inaction,
scares me deep inside,
because I know what they perpetuate,
So I ask of you,
Provide me a right step for each right step,
and forgive me for each wrong step,
despite the judgement of others,
because I yearn to return home,
just like all the other travelers.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
Society is broken,
soaked in the flaws of its own skin,
blinded by its sin,
looking for salvation,
at the wrong station,
breeding an apathetic nation,
not realizing the road it treads on is the road to the creation,
of its very own destruction.
Selfish and foolish,
short-sighted and narrow-minded,
it's a sad bunch,
that is being crunched and punched,
by its own hand.
It makes me sad,
it makes me weep,
how can we be so misguided,
and divided,
when the connection we seek,
is universal.
It's the devil I tell you,
the devil inside,
the voice that makes you forget,
that the battle for good,
is the one inside.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Can you see?
Human, can you see?
You are the most special being in all existence,
Yet you act like you're nothing at all,
And you walk around like nothing else matters.
Can't you see?
Human, can't you see?
All the laws you're fighting against,
Are the keys to all the doors you seek to unlock.
Come,
I'll show you,
The maps to the cosmos,
That belongs inside of you.
Can you see?
Human, can you see?
How the birds fly to the south,
Against the wind,
Against all odds,
Obeying the laws,
Tirelessly keeping their spirit alive.
Then why do you complain about how hard life is,
Why do you complain about how unfortunate you are,
Why do you take the struggle as punishment?
Can't you see?
Human, can't you see?
The trees and plants,
Who witness the quartet of seasons,
Accepting whatever tune comes on their way,
Spinning tirelessly,
Spinning through life and death,
Spinning like the universe.
Then how can you use your brain and mouth to complain?
Why would you allow your assets to commit to such waste?
Speak not!
Unless you seek to add value to the ocean around your soul.
Can you see?
Human, can you see?
The mountain whose hem stretches into land and sea,
Offering you strange and exciting lands,
Offering you knowledge and experience,
It remains nailed to its purpose.
Then how can you go astray from yours?
How can you allow the wind and sea to throw you about like a pebble,
When you are a mountain.
Allow the wind and sea to carry grains of you,
But don't forget where you came from.
Don't forget your identity,
So even your grains don't.
No matter where they are carried,
No matter how far they are carried.
Can't you see,
Human, can't you see?
The fish in the sea,
the fish in the rivers,
who swim against the unforgiving currents,
never giving in to fatigue,
always focusing on their destination.
They refuse to complain,
because complain doesn't exist.
O human,
remember,
it is only in the strongest and hardest currents,
where the strongest and hardest muscles are developed.
Don't forget your essence,
don't forget your spirit,
because that is the mountain within you.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Stumbling and tumbling,
Shifting and drifting,
Losing and Looting,
I came to stand on the edge of existence,
looking down into the dark abyss,
staring up at celestial maps.
There I finally found the road that I searched for,
the knowledge I longed for.
So I traveled on the road of love,
sailing from shore to shore,
in the vastness of the cosmic ocean,
in search of the peaceful potion,
it taught me lessons,
it revealed truths,
it humbled the beast,
carving a being that I can't explain,
a being that I love,
a being that loves.
Now I am in the long mesmerizing road home,
and the true journey has just began,
how long it will take? I know not
how hard will it be? I care not
All I know is that the presence of the present,
is the eternal gift,
the future uncertain,
and the past already written.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
We all hide our shamelessness behind curtains,
hoping the curtains are never drawn.
Lying to passersby,
about its lack of importance,
but ultimately,
We lie to ourselves,
because it does matter,
the things we do,
the things we hide,
The lies we tell,
the truths we don't.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC