It's quickly unfolding
the death of this festering paradigm
reviling the corpse of indifference  
Change come hard
while the opposition sleeps
time is a monster in a dream
wake up!, wake up! is what it screams.

I've had enough
of all these living
breathing distractions
fused to my synaptic reactions
reminding me that I am but one
the leash of realization weighs a ton
in harmonicas hormonal perfection
it's easy to lose an election
It's a beautiful day
I never want it to end
but I lose my balance
when the distractions set in
......................................

Things have been rearranged
There're not as they were
Universal disruptions
Right here on earth
Memory recalls
Stripped from our minds
Where ever life leads me
I note it in rhyme!

In my next breath
I'll be choking
Taken in a deep hit
And just keep toking
The words will flow
In a peaceful rivers
Warm at night
Not a single shiver
It helps clear crazy
Out of the way
Dear Doctor
Keep those pills
For another day
..................

Shall I be happy because you smile
Or sad because you frown
All the anger that you harbor
Shall I let it bring me down

Governed by the rules of existence
We are one yet divided
Stuck with each other in this realm
Such is coincidentally pre-decided

Seems that we are bound to this dimension
And death is but a lie
Fabricated to motivate us
Causing us to arrive

Perhaps we’re recycled spirits
Living lives without end
Or merely momentary life forms
Being judged by our sins

Yet we are all here together
In this universe quite naïve
Yet hate is not genetic
And true love does not deceive...

Take a moment
Imagine a time
The vanishing
At the end of all lines..

Can you feel your heart slowing
Did you enter divine?

Contemplation of existence
As the guts sway and swerve
Beyond all resistance
Beyond all deserves

Within a Galaxy
Upon a speck
The span is endless
In the mind of depth
Catch the expansion
With every breath
There can never be
  Nothing left...

I try not to believe in things.
Instead, I observed things with no preconceived judgement.

I believe my truck could still be in the garage where I parked it.

I believe there’s a ghost of a chance that anyone can avoid betrayal.

I believe in the end it doesn’t even matter.

I believe when ignorance ends knowledge begins.

I faintly recall stepping out of my trance,
walking towards a man with a gun.
But I felt no fear saying “shoot me!”
Behind the gun man
a shadow within a light within a shadow.
I felt as if I could pass straight through.
When the bullet pass through me
I fell to the ground,
into the arms of the Earth Mother.
It was not yet my time.

I pretend
Everything is fine
That's the secret
That gets me by...
But truth is lately
Things been really ******
A serous lost of love and trust
There's a hole in my soul
The place where my life's blood flows
And empties alone...
Lost in the night
Even reason's teeth
Enjoys a bite
Still I pretend
Everything will be alright!

It's not really that deep
These uneasy feelings that I keep
Are more or less on the surface
Of the ocean that's trying to drown me...

Shocking at times
These words that I write
Politically correct
Are the stones in my flights
The harbinger of hard word
A caller for change
Take a step back and focus
We're one and the same!

This is but a small sad token
Of a promise that has been broken
Spring was but a lie
All her magic has gone awry
There'll be no thawing
Only a frozen heart cringing, clawing
Through the ice of hardship
Left to bare
There'll be no warming
No, not yet here!

Pick up one grain of sand from the Atlantic coast
Carried it to the Pacific coast and set it down
Repeat until every last grain has been moved
This is but a drop of time in the bucket of eternity

In the overall scheme of the universe
We are equivalent to a single subatomic particle
Spinning sporadically inside one of the many atom
Which make up a single grain of sand
Yet the possession of our soul somehow
Makes us very significant!

Beneath the surface darkness dwells
Upon the earth where false gods fell

Behind strange eyes still it shows
Warmth and kindness or wicked soul

Guilt and pain drives down deep
Piles of issues forged to keep

'Til that special day our world explode
And upon our hearts hate takes its toll...

One of the greatest gift
Bestowed upon us
Is emotional pain
To embrace it
Is to finally live again

Sweet pretty Sandy Brown
She introduced me
To my first heartache
It felt as if I would die
To numb the pain
Was my first mistake

One cold day
I embraced the pain within
Only then did the pain dull
Enough to move on
To live, love
And even lose again

Life can be a painful experience
There's no avoiding it
There's no other road to take
Only cliffs

No matter how safe
You think you are
It's pain that makes us
Who we really are
...

Lost in the shadows
Are the building blocks
Of the dark poets

Pre-operational
Innocence
Trying to fit in
But the dysfunctions
Left wounds
And walls within

The ignorance of societies
Left its mark
Condemning
Then branding
The misguided heart

Subconscious reaction
Ideologies that captivate
And disturb the measure
Of normal
Thus
The Dark Poet
Was born...

A quarter second to midnight
yet we’re still here..

I don’t believe,
I’m sure this world is pure..

The end is not up to them,
the one percent of rich human…

Too rich to care at all..
Waiting for this world to fall.

Greater powers exist
The universe will resist.

I could never convince you
Of the things I feel inside
All the numbness
Never healing
Because to me
It's do or die

Not lingering
On my sorrow
No depression
To convey
I get high
On Mother Nature
No regret
Can make me salve

Will you be here tomorrow
Or leave an empty page
In words displayed
In sorrow
Why do
Broken Poets
Have to fade?




........

Timelessly
Transcendent
These states of passion
A brief encounter
A natural reaction
Emotional chemicals
No ones to blame
Hard hot wiring
Shot down in flames

When I was still young
And unwilling to fall
You were but naive
Behind subdivided walls
Hidden from your passion
By overbearing arms
Believe me when I tell you
I would never do you harm
...........

You know
That strange girl
She always seemed
A little spaced out
Like she was lost or something
I always wondered why...
Now it seems
I've become her!

How far and wide
Your many arms
Surround thy followers
Safe from harm
Onto you burns
The candle white
Pure and holy
Protector of life
The grim shall prevail
And all shall sleep
In their sacrifices
Of vanity...

Her star shines so bright around me
That I can’t believe my eyes
I wrote this poem about Her
She's the drug that gets me high

When shivers shake my body
And my heart begins to fail
She comes to me quite swiftly
Releasing me from hell

Stars cannot outshine her
Her love will never cease
I'll worship her to the bitter end
And observe her sacred creed...

As he threw the silver at their feet
He could taste his bitter wicked deed
It festered in his immortal soul
His beliefs became his greatest foe...

Yours is the touch of an angel
Such virtue within you flows
Like a pure mountain stream
You quench my thirsty soul
You’re my source of kindness
You bring me to my knees
I pray your dreams all come true
And your spirit remains free

Sifted through those old writings
Left alone upon your page
You were but a starlight
In limelight
A magical, musical mage

Cobwebs of memories
Now hanging in the dark
Black widows of emptiness
Slowly devour
My weary heart

Oh how I miss you
Sweet shadow of words
Dreamer of dreams
Daughter of earth
You were like no other
Fresh quickening wind
We shall meet in ever
When ever we can
....

Blood red are the dreams of the poet
Unable to run from the impending doom
He felt to scream but could only whisper
In a sea of despair he’s been consumed

Let the Weeping Willow weep
there can be no resolve
in her swinging swaying feats
your words may falter
so just let her sleep
her rest will come
when Her Maker shall she meet
within my heart
she shall always skip a beat
so let the Weeping Willow weep
……………………

I felt the sting
As the first shot rang out
Oh what a need
Living brings about
As the door cracked open
And the light crept through
I could no longer follow
The likes of you
So shall I sleep
A million years
In slumbering states
   Of love and fear...

The quest for identity
Is lost in a universe
Of reason gone amidst

Follow me down
The rabbit's hole
Take my soul
Oh debt I own
Tonight I sleep
In lotus-land
As I play the role
That life demands
The lover
The dreamer
The keeper of flames
The winner
The loser
The person to blame
The foundation
The promise
Who's always on call
You guessed it
Your Father
The one who
Stands tall...

Oh invisible entity
My heart glows dear
Muse of my deepest darkness
Music in my excitable ear…

You took my weary
and weave it truth
You woke me from
a programmed youth

It’s never over
until it’s begun
I am the singer
You are my drum!

This peaceful existence
Outside of wars
Shall we live a thousand
Perhaps a million more!

(Friend of mine wrote this)

I’ve been branded with the hate of foes who’ve never met me. All my roots are severed clean and a new day may never come. I’m on the outside looking in, like a ghost nobody sees me. When you take it all away – why does everybody lie? When you take it all away – why does everybody lie?
Lip contact sport stains under glass. Collective vision for the taking. But there is no simple lie and repetition makes it glow.
Things you just knew were kept unseen escaped without you knowing. When you take it all away – why does everybody lie?
When you take it all away – why does everybody lie?
Reason it away but I saw it glowing red hot.
I could barely tolerate the burden of it all. Deny until you die then swear your empty promise. I will give it back to you – why does everybody lie?
My feelings sacrificed for sport – Why does everybody lie? Should I leave this all behind? – Why does everybody lie? Should I leave this all behind? – Why does everybody lie? When you take it all away – why does everybody lie? Everybody, everybody and everybody lied.

Pleasant words
I must insist
Soothing softly
Vibrant kiss'
Deep warm touches
Flesh to soul
l will love you
From head to toe
Beneath the surfaces
Your secret lies
Between the sheets
Line by line
........

Old calendar
Numbers an squares
Years passing
Leaving us here

Appointments made
Birthday’s go by
Love lives on
Somewhere inside

Ghost of way back then
Place’s we once held
I’m still dreaming
Of true love
My soul I could not sell
......................

I wonder where you are these days...

Again he came and froze the world
His eyes as white as snow
Stubbornly refusing to leave
His frost at zeros below

No wisdom does he offer
Under his frozen tundra Breath
Blowing and wailing  
'Til not a sign of life is left

Our muses all have gathered
On a tropic island beach
Even magic while he's here
Is simply out of reach

Thawing on my alter
A poem of warmer days
I shall keep a fire lit
'Til he is on his way
......

I remember my grandmother
The gleam within her eyes
I recall the stories she told
Them Old Wives Fables lies

Fiery hell and judgements
Demons roaming the Earth
Perhaps she paved the way
For an imaginary thirst

Surely you don’t believe
The elders have all gone mad
If there was not a villain involved
What mischief would we have?

Santa Claus is a watching
And Jesus from the cross
I do believe there is a reason
My sanity is lost
.....

In an effort to sustain
The wounds of time
I restored an old poem
Ingrained in rhyme
Of happy thoughts lost
Years of searching for home
I had written everything
At the time
That I had known

In the restoration
Of all my words
I was never meant to serve
The self seeking doubts
   Indeed a lot of it about...
Yet good thoughts
Were meant to manifest
As these wounds of time
Slowly matter less and less...

If I could only explain
What it is I feel
When the darkness consumes
My body and will
Tides of longing
Crash my shore
Haunting echos
Of love lost wars
Deeply ingrained
The shadows of time
I carry them with me
In riddles and rhymes
Letting them out
So I can breathe
Oh what stains
One life can leave
....

Down and ***** wishing you were dead
Lying, cheating, gun against your head
Remember when I took you to the show
You were someone else, so many years ago...

Drugs and alcohol, feeling so blue
**** them dreams that never come true
Sing those songs that we use to sing
Once upon a time when you were my queen...

I know it to be true
The gods have chosen
Me to be blue
I know it to be real
The blessings of the gods
  Is the hell I feel...
I travel through time
What a lapse
Upon ones mind
But I’ll remember
In due time
The love that we shared
That is
If the gods would let me
One last time
Come up for air....
............

I had forgotten
The smell of my own
Yet as it squished through my toes
It when rate to my nose

I thought to myself
Oh ya, I'm one of those

The mycelium network seems to be connected
to my corpus callosum
just beneath my cerebral cortex.
I lay naked on bare ground to recharge and revitalize!  
I am one with Gaia!

What is this feeling
that leaves me longing
My heart begs to hold on
Yet the golden dream
of this beautiful stranger
fades from real to reality
Although we've never met
I know her somehow
Somewhere someway
Perhaps from the past
Perhaps from the future
Maybe a soul mate
I've yet to meet
It's as if she was torn
from my being
And in my waking hour
I am but half a man.
I long for more
than just a dream
Yet at least I hold her
in my unconscious world...

Free from childhood
That no longer exist
Living in the moment
Becomes our gift

Let not the blemished proof of our youth
Hides our secret truths
Allow them to be merely dimples
In your smiles!

Over the edge
I quiver to look
there’s no bottom  
only a hook
dead bait
hanging
excuse the smell
this is but a tasteless mess
but what the hell!
No filter to muffle
the parasitical ink
grimmest in the minds nose
metaphorical stinks
But here I'll add
I wish you the best
After all this isn't a poem
it's only a mess

So drunk upon intellectualism and the “all knowing” science of the day, that they don’t see their own arrogance renders them developmentally deformed

Blinded at a lower stage of evolution, they flaunt their pathologies in ignorant splendor and wonder not of their own irrational condition

Such beliefs as aesthetics and morals being secondary to sound reason, they disassociate that which can’t be measured

Shall we all face the same vain fate, the disenchantment of our world?

I lift a weary eye to a breathless sky
It paints a shocking picture the music makes me cry
Can we feel what’s really real, a pleasure beyond a thrill
The thought came before creation, love shone from your eyes

Are we really free, does it matter
Are we rungs upon life’s ladder
I felt your pain and smiled
For I was but a child
So drink up, play with your favorite toys
Remember such treasures are only a ploy

No matter
How deep
You dig

You can
Only reach
The surface

Just above
The hidden
Quantum
Level purpose...

Could I touch you deeper
With words that have
No end
Everybody has a hungry heart
There’s no shame
In needing friends
It’s true, it’s true
We all have needs
Where else would
All these words lead
Transparent are our pleas
Please, please come read me
Take me away across the sea
There’s no shame
In being lonely