Oh sea of madness
Oh ocean of fools
This water between us
Is but a drowning-pool

Tomorrows is out of focus
In the dimness of foresight
Sticks and stones in pockets
This involuntary fight

No shelter from the tempest
The storms that never end
Just a longing to return
To embrace your love again....

I give my love
To get it back
Oh what ethics
My morals lack

In a war against apathy
Empathy is rampart

The walls of paradise
Blackout the sun

Without the shadow
There cannot be the substance

What madness this all is!
This ridiculous order of chaos

I can’t take back
The love I’ve given
It’s carved in stone
Who am I kidding

You're in my brain
Fast asleep
I can escape
A love that deep

I can’t forget
I can’t move on
Hell
I can’t remain dry eyed
When I hear our song

So who the devil
Cursed my mind
I fall for you every time!

Way back when
I use to believe
Things got even worse

Assigning judgement
To all my grief
Such a deep regretful curse

There had to be
A reason why
So I said my prayers
And refused to lie

Wisdom comes
In burning flames
As the fire's of Hell
Consume your lame

And all that remains
Is a need to love
In a lifetime set free
From those eye's above...

If within the limitation of parentheses
(Throw away information goes here)
Holds the reflection in a greater sphere
I hold in my heart (Mostly in my art)
The thought of you my dear
Your heart should be aware
(Written in the stars
In our private holy hemisphere)
We have always
To each other been near

Sub-atomically we arrived (In ethereal beauty)
Aesthetic attractions draws us
Again we manifest (Another mess)
Until we learn the laws (Of eternal rest)
Then shall we begin again (In thee end)

The Memes of the universe flood the quantum continuum.
All conscious beings are bathed in this reservoir of creative energy.
Subatomic particles of Poetry
encrypted in the nature of the creative being.
Here on the front pages of HP
we come to fruition.

Where shall I find my happy thoughts
The child could fly, the man must walk
In dreams I've seen lost memories flash
Off to never-never land they pass
All my oldest friends are there
Unchanged by time and unaware
Magic exists in these dreams of youth
Imagine no boundaries and limitless truths...

I express my craft in creative arts
Yet these issues of life leave me worlds apart
Blank is the page when I'm trapped in this stage
'Cause I write from the heart not from my rage...

In a memory
That I had forgotten
A flash appeared
Of a long ago
Deed so very rotten

It took my breath
As I took to flight
I could find no justification
Trapped within eternal night

Funny how we suppress
The memories that threaten
Our integrity
And somehow pretend
That that was never me

Yet now I must integrate
That shadow hour
Somehow forgive myself
Before my hell devours...

Make yourself
A social engagement
With some wise and brilliant minds
Discover the think tank mentality
It's the intellectual wine

Intellectuality can only grow
In wide and open spaces
Questioning your own beliefs
Could give your heart a face-lift

Cognitive surge
Synaptic flash
Thought conversion
Physical reflex
Bypass mind
Engage fingertips
Prepare to converse
Cyber circuits delay...

Standby
Interruption
"Yeah  
Okay
Yep!
Later"

Now
What­ was that thought again...

Your insufficiency
Is only overshadowed
By your insignificance
Now with that said
I'll have another beer...

In the dark caves of mind
Where light is uninformed
The place where xenophobia
By superstitions born

With a quickness of heart
An opinion is formed
A judgment is rendered
A sentence is sworn

An observation can be fleeting
   With a lack of evidence...
Still
The condemnation imprints deeply
    In complete irrelevance...

Unfortunately
In the dark caves of mind
An open heart can be quite hard
   To find...

Take me away
With the music
That you play
Take me away
Oh beautiful lie...
Hide me away
From the jokers
In this play
Hide me away
With your lines...
Take me away
Even stars
Can never stay
Take me away
With the night...

In the meantime
I'll slow my roll
Taking these chances
Is getting real old

In the meantime
I'll celebrate life
Bury the ax
Hell I might even
Forgive my ex-wife

In the meantime
I'll sit in the sun
Cop me some rays
And have me some fun

In the meantime
I'll tell you the same
Do you some living
'Cause that's why we came

Shake it off
And leave it lay
That was way back yesterday
You wrote it down
Said your say
So now....
It's time to write
Again today!

I MEDITATE TO CONTROL MY HATE
LATELY I CAN'T CONCENTRATE....

I MEDITATE TO CONTROL MY HATE
LATELY....

I'm not going to wait
For you anymore
I'm going to change the locks
On my back door
Push a needle in
Go for a ride
Got to escape
These feelings inside

All I do fades to grey
I can't hear a word
You say
I can't take it anymore
I CANNOT TOLERATE!

I’m not gona' be your fool
Wouldn't give a ****
What you do
Push a needle in
Cause I'm never afraid
I'm gona' make you GO AWAY!

It’s me
But it’s not me
The witness behind
It’s always watching
I pretend to hide

This is my life
So why would it care
What ever I think
It is aware

And when I give in
Nirvana take over
The laws of nature
Intoxicatingly sober!

Projecting outwards
There's a lot of silly fools
We've all been bent or broken
Branded by the rules

Looking inward
I see a long lost ghost
Forever searching
Worlds apart
I miss myself the most

Gathering it all together
Spread out before my eyes
It all come a bit more clear now
It's great to be alive!

These thoughts of mine
Wander
Through the mazes
Of a puzzled mind
Until the issues
Hidden behind
My weariness rhyme
Could I be a poet by design
I could never push someone down
So I might climb
Pretending to be wise
Makes one blind
I’ll stick to these simple lines
And bide my time!

Under my conscience
A feeling uneasily lingered
Poked and pointed me
In the right direction
A simple estimate
A clear prediction
And so I stand firm
In my decision.

Mighty are the winds
In their invisibility...
Wickedly blowing
All around me...
I am but an island
In a mighty storm
Of needs...

Living
Resentful lies
Somehow we survive...
Invisibility keeps me alive
....

This next stanza
Would be to painful to write
So I'll use my invisible words
And hope everything
Turns out all right!

Between us
Facing you
Reflecting
Onto me
Everything
You do…

I need not identify to any gender
nor ethnic group to know myself.
I am exactly like you,
a spirit being having
a human experience.
Mostly invisible.

By the way...
It's good to be here with you.

In a reality low on grace
The heavy heart was formed
In a post-operative place
Our downfalls were born
Wall by wall the maze was set
Tattooed and pierced in childhood regrets

By the dust of time we settle down
Calm in conscience, safe and sound
All that's lost shall now be found
...

So you claim you're highly
"intelligent"
In which category would that be?
There's "cognitive" and "emotive" intelligents,
I'm sure your in the driver seat!

Or perhaps your
crystallise intel
is crystallised
Somewhere
Between heaven and hell
We can be
Influentials when fluency dwells


Surely
"Kinaesthetics" is poetical flow
This intelligence come and goes.

But obviously "linguistic"
is our intellectual clutch
Along with high "aesthetics"
But you may still be out to lunch!
Because
"Spiritual" intelligence
can leave us drunk!

"Interpersonally" where are you
That and "artistical" intelligence rules!

"Spatially" we navigate
this "mathematical" understanding
of our universe.

No one possess all
11 intelligents I have mention
So if you believe your above
You've pathologically decended!

Irrelevant when we consider
That which is hidden from our sight
When I was just a young boy
I prayed with all my might
Now when I hear a whispering
In my head or in the wind
Fear no longer rules me
No, I don’t believe you can

From the book of
“ I say so ‘s”
(Not Isaiah)

Nothing can really be described
yet a poet paints a picture
in your mind

No one can be converted
until their truth
has been perverted

Lies needs to be believed
the truth doesn’t
we’ve all believed
a lie that wasn’t

There’s no future
there’s no pass
there’s only the present
Life is a state of either
Pain, pleasure or pleasant

Do not stop desiring to desire
The meaning of your life
Lies within your passions!

Dreams I no longer
Second guess
I leave this reality
This present mess
I slumber and forget

Older than dirt
I crack A smile
I hold on to love
Mile after mile
In a cesspool
Of regret
I slumber and forget

In poetic thoughts
I get lost
On my bed I get tossed
Listening to music
I dance
I give life
One more chance
Running from my regrets
I slumber and forget
...........................

Extremism
is a condition
of an over active
existentialism

I imagine we’re all
an ism of some type
or sort
With that in common
we’re all cohorts!

Poeticism
has a hold on me..
Speaking in rhyme
Set a soul free..

When one takes sides
in an ism
the imitations
becomes a schism
Perhaps my philosophy
is lost in intuitionism!

Could love be a valley
Where greener grass grows
Where time stands still
In hearts of gold?

Where dreamers await
Those unable to believe
A hundred years
Drifting at sea?

Is there love
Down there
Down deep
In your soul
Down there
On your knees
That you're
Begging for?

Is that love
Is that love
Anymore?

In the back lands
Of desperation
Where wayward spirits
Are swept away
I go there when I grow weary
We all get lost and rearranged
....

Your silence
Is sometimes quite loud
I would relieve your torment
But I'm not sure how

I don't like compromises
So I fake 'em
I hate commitments
So I break 'em

The world ran me down
Then ran me over
I'm not trying to be right
And I don't want to be sober...

I’ve been compartmentalized
Because of my labels
I’ve been ostracized
Because of my sight
They try to drown me in their river
And so
I swam with all my might

So if you wonder
How I got here
And why I am sopping wet
I was forced to learn to swim
To escape the fishers net.

Are you still treading water
In the deep end of beliefs
Learn to swim my friend
And
Drown with me in peace
...................

There’s no running from it
It stays right by your side
Every time it starts to knock
It stirs you deep inside
We can’t live without it
It sustains our need to breathe
No need to separate from It
It simply wants to be...
Of coure I speak of poetry
...

Have you considered the way Jill felt for Jack
Every time Jack fell down; Jill took up the slack
Her tumble was actually caused by fears of being abandoned
Jack hit rock bottom long ago, Jill still hasn't landed
...
Illuminating these words of the wise
That expose such issues that we'd rather hide
Words like enabler, codependency, resentments and denial
All of which place our addictive tendencies on trial

The addict strives to fill the void of a disease ever pending
The therapist with all their degrees are far from comprehending
Powerlessness, a self-prophecy of what you can't control
Higher Power, an interpretation of the superstitions we hold

The religious may disagree but the only power is in our mind
Believing in something strong enough work on these same lines
If a higher power fails you, you only have yourself to blame
We feed these demons inside of us or we keep them on a chain
It's simple!

Rewrite your life
It's only ink
In poetic format
Natural instinct
Shape and form
With creative soul
Laced in silver
Drenched in gold
Set your heart
Free in flight
Create, engage
Rewrite your life

After all
It's only ink

.....

Dare you read this
And my truth be further known
I started out
The ******* child
A soul abused and alone
After four children
Of his own
I became the child
Father would not condone
The drunken *******
Was always ******

I found love out there on the streets
Always staying ******
With a young gang or
Friendly thief's
They taught me the ropes
How a city boy is supposed to cope
It's been
Eight years now, out of the pen
I look back and cringe
It all started in a place called
Flint.......

Farther and farther
Getting nowhere
Landing hard
Trying to run
Spinning out
Losing traction
Oh dear god
What have I done

Stinging sweat
Tunnel vision
Barking dogs
On my trail
Alarm clock rings
Time to get up
Life is one long dream
In hell
............

I am here to resolve
A life time of doubts and
Invisible hopes
There's nothing left to be known and no,
I'm not Jesus or The Pope
It has all been a grandiose
Innocuously divine design
Parting seas and crushing fleas
Is what seems to please
The human kind
But I’m here now so...
All aboard
It's heaven time!

Life is but a cruel, cruel maze
Of dead ends and nowhere lines
Prepare to hold tight
To the connection
Between your body
And your poetic mind

Off the tracks of life we stumble
The dice of love we tend to fumble
Thankful for another chance
Life is cruel but still we dance!

Enthusiasm
An infection of the gods
I will never fit In
My soul exist lost
I live with a love
That doesn’t resist
Invisible as the keeper
As real as my fist

Alone I roam
I’m destined to travel
Through my mind’s eye
The ending unravels
Still the keeper remains aloft
And I wonder if he’s there
Waiting to receive me
Death my only fear

I wonder why I’m here.

Before I study the subject,
searching the truth diligently…
I took those protective measures
I washed and dried my hands!
Yet now I must deny the syringe
that ****** the skin
and allow
my immune system
to make its stand!

And again
The clouds parted
The sun shines down
In bright unbroken beams
His heart beat faster
The fabric of new dreams
Eternal hope renewed
Upon a latter
Jacobs ascended
Leaving me here
In life open ended
.........................

The winner's lose
Happiness descends
Death awaits
Rigor mortis sets in

An empirical delusion
Blinded by grief
The most logical wisdom's
Eventually deceive

At the bottom of ism's
Awaits the final collision
At the gates
Of all that rhyme
A funeral dirge
Reconciled with birth
In the calming state
Acutely sublime

How can the enlightened
Not fear death?
Surely we all
Struggle for breath
Holding life in
As long as we can
I will give you my heart
But only on lend

Perhaps Poet's
Understand the rhymes
Contemplative in nature
Destine to arrive
  Removing the blinders
That death is a lie
......................

Subatomic particles creatively connecting
In cybernetic- inter-neural-net-space
Observable passions streaming our fate's
Touching these screen of invisibly
Circuits beneath at lighting speed
The barriers between you and me
Words that flow from pleasure zones
How do we know what no others know
Poetic minds breaking the cryptic code
The muse of wonder the gods of thunder
We were born in locus lands asunder
For with these thoughts I breathe
With in these lines I am finally free!

It’s a clever play on political words,
you know?
They somewhat stick
and absolutely over grow.
That is, the more farther apart in time and space
you staggered his wits and grace.
Why then anyways,
would we read on?
The main point has already come and there for gone…
So long Joe!

I have written this letter of my impending death
Of my own will, my delusion, in my last breath
A spear breaches the armor, pain penetrates the soul
I bear this wound in horror and march on through the snow

Oh, that I were home with you
Blessed to be of the surviving few
To live the dream of freedom’s bliss
To escape the ink of death’s list

There the young shall fear no more
The old shall rest with unlocked doors
There I shall play guitar and sing
And through the walls our laughter rings

Friends and neighbors shall smile and wave
There upon fresh linens we shall lay
To sleep the dark and rejoice the dawn
There the ties to life hold strong

Yet these tides have turned against the meek
My burning eyes grow tired and weak
I fear the cold has come to stay
And the blinding night has replaced the day
I attempt to hide in my pretense
But the storm is nigh, the fog grows dense
Redeemer of these fallen stars
The sky grows darker where you are
By these sands of time running low
I’m not so far from letting go

An enemy dances at our gates
Internal bigotry, fear and hate
Our children die in foreign wars
And here we ask "what was it for?”
Until at last we are no more

In the darkness of low vibration
obscured in the groundlessness of fears,
my shadows remained
far beyond the benevolence
of youthful years...

As I continue to lift to a higher octave
in the spectrum's of eternal growth
I leave behind blame and immoral conquests
that were ****** upon my soul!

Behold I make all things new!