Glistening eyes among the stars,
Hidden in the pupil all those scars.

Not a word in their coming end,
Stand by them like a friend.

Numbed by death as eyes fade away,
Grim reaper calls we obey.

Residents smile come to their death call
As their time fade like leaves in fall.

Truly all life lead to the silent tone,
And leave with human decency alone.

Astronomical influenced crystals shards in space
Diana Artemis Frøjya cura pluie

Clapping thunder celebration fashion elude illustration
Like void hollow silence vegetation time lapse

Foi majestical Éternel

Retinues of scholars and sages,
United in ages of our personal cages.

Desire to eclipse our wages linked in our pages, but always looking our worth in numerical gauges.

Truly the painful retrospect quantified aroma that arousal the mind in spiral, and the very essense of black hole is true chaos in it's definition of creation in us.

As I stand to breathe for a moment, I look to see that it haven't even been started, and what little  composure that exist in me dissipated the foundation of a cup that cracked.

Gaspe to grasp that it is ticking, and the sensation of lagging is more apparent with each passing day.

Maybe if I close my eyes, maybe I can rejuvenate to start again, or wake from this dream.

Step forward,
turn your front leg backward.
Spin into round kick inward.

Must be like a cowboy
Korean versions of a bad boy
Hidden skill shown with a coy

Jump spin into 360 kicks,
By breaking those sticks,
Then onto those bricks.

Further test your skill with an opponents,
Becoming strategic with your movements,
Bashing their heads against your martial improvements.

Taste your first defeat,
Your blood upon your lips,
Spilling from your head.

Move forward,
Onward,
Aim toward victory from inward.

For defeat is not an option,
Winning is the true completion,
Because being number one is accomplishment.

So why are you laying on your own puddle of blood,
Defeated like a soak dog,
Get up and fight!

As stars break into particle,
It's pulled by gravitaional circle.

As human voyage traced by it's chronicle,
The radical ideals etched in scientific article.

We are but the dust particle,
Beings stand verticle.

The true crucible blinded by our opitcal,
Our division of color and race is cortical.

For we are the same particle,
The starchild of miracle.

As I walk I hear no fear,
With shed of vibrant crimson tear.

Meld by star dust of emotion,
Past physical motion lead to inner devotion.

As I talk with clear seared images of past path,
I must gear towards the journey unprepared wrath,
Like unknown scribe of the oracle tongue proclaiming like math.

This pull of gravitation, desire permeating relentless stride,
Without hesitation, fire within acclimating to her side!

Nothing shall stand in it's footing,
like marble bounce on a wall to other marble,
Like the losing of personal marbles dropping all senses,
For each thud of heart pounding in her presence marveling,
Holding composure, keeping things real, but soothed by her tongue.

It's a Pinot noir, Sauvignon blanc, Chardonnay upon the lips,
With her taste, with her lips, with all things she eclipse!
Equal to none, compared none, pedestal she stands upon.
As I held my hands holding her throne,
more precious than jewel of zircon,
But like a *****, all things are bygone and all things are done.

All things are full circle of celestial plane,
Finding my path and it's proper lane,
Because not even love is all but insane,
The inner bane of humans pain,
And due time things all wane.

For all things coming into full circle,
With shed of vibrant crimson tear,
As I walk in this journey, I hear no fear!

A day where we lose people less,
Living life with spirit and careless.

Is 2016 truly the year most of us became restless,
Because we got the leader of hopeless?

Death of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynold equated to year of relentless,
The fall of humanity and all that is good make us sleepless?

Stand before us that life has never been anything but senseless,
All action comes with reaction and all things are current living breathless.

Let us not forget to mourn for our past seamless of timeless,
but let us not dwell in sorrow and agony drunk hopeless or reckless.

Lets grasp life with fearless,
And accept the moment with purest act of passion celebrate life as life and time will come with to eventual lifeless,
While cherish moments as each moments is an another bliss of bless.

It's a tinder place of ether spread across the astral plain,
And the soft ember cinder caress upon the air.
Celestial purple and orange embraces the sky with love,
While the tones and hum cease by the roar of the deep blue beneath.
This is the taste of your essence I long to capture with my soul,
As the blight of solstice immerse like the darkness of hallow whisper.
I seek upon your Amber of your heart to melt this frozen maelstrom red,
And quench the unending thirst that beckon us both to our beats anew!

Seep upon the illusion of vanity,
As your true morality contested.

While all things fall asunder,
None reach perfect atonement.

Such struggle is but divinity of being human,
The tested fallacy in full glory.

In those imperfection lies heart of human kind,
And ridged expectation flow with the wind,
For all things do come to an end.

That precious moments define us,
And our flaws prescribe to center of universe,
For night sky are basked by infinite wisdom.

All things are illumination of life,
And there are no regrets,
But lost ether alone amongst the serenity of celestial plane.

Canvas with oil painting upon the beach backdrop rile imagination,
With the couple dancing in the sandy ocean bank.

The lady in red curves with the wind,
While the gentleman leads with a waltz.

It's this fantasy that drives our inner movement,
And like a music we follow the tune of the moments,
While define the characters within our actions!

If a painting spoke to me,
I believe "The Singing Bulter" was saying Carpe Diem,
Because dancing in the wind is living in the moment.

To dressed to impress,
True to the movement,
Being one with each other!

It is the sweet taste in the air,
For nothing in the world matter but that moment,
Because love needs no words to express a thought.

So say "The Singing Butler!"

Needing to pull some cold hard cash at the atm,  I gave a cold glare at the homeless man sitting on the floor by the gas station outside near the entry way holding a sign.

Not out of hate or anger, but curious as to what he asked for on the sign he held, because I did not want him to know I had any compassion to a fellow humam being.

After pulling some money to leave the gas station premise, I  glared at the homeless man holding up the sign once again, but this time squared on the eyes, and then asked him what was the sign for.

"I'm looking to hitch a ride from Louisville to Lexington Kentucky, and then to Pennsylvania."

Still glaring at him with judging eyes, and wanted to hear the man talk. I proceeded to ask him.

"Is that all you are asking, nothing else?"

Giving me a desperate glare.
"Well, if cash, or anything will do, and if I was going to use it on alcohol, i'll generally tell people ill use it for that.

Became more curious I asked him if he had a meal yet?

He then nodded yes and he was okay.

I then gave him a smile and handed him a Alexander Hamilton. The homeless man thank me and promised he wouldn't use it for alcohal.  

I told him "do as you like, I will not judge you!"

There is such a thing as love that require nothing, and expect nothing from a fellow human being. While I had no intention of judging the man, I had to be reserved in my curiosity, and I will not be a sucker to the people who abuse the system.

While the glare was unnecessary, I did not want to show my compassionate face that may have given the homeless man any teleprompting of my weakness to hear a sob stories, which I am a sucker to!

It was not my place to judge the man,
I been to rock hard bottom myself,
and some times give little isn't so bad!

Sometimes I wonder if world matters not, as each step and time is progressed to the events of our surroundings. One action leads to another, while we are living in the moments. In grand scheme of things what are our contribution to the world, and then what is it that we try to achieve? Sure we want to live our lives in the fullest It can offer, but at the end of our lives in this world what is it we try to achieve? Judeo christianity offer the answer that we are given utopian after life for our great deeds, or eternal flames of damnation for not accepting god's gift! In Hindi or Buddhism it is the leaving our personal desires, and be part of God or obtain the eternal nirvana respectively! While I am for happy thoughts of eternal happiness, I wonder if those ideals were only instilled onto general populous to keep things under control, so chaos will not take over our world!

I know one thing for certain, and that time is always consistent, while after my death things will simply go on. It's funny isn't it, rich or poor, gender, nor our belief, even our solar system has expiration date scientifically speaking. Our planet will one day collapse due to our sun going super nova, and it will create the the vast black hole, ******* all sense of the word life! Not even our greatest minds have found a way to get to another galaxy, just able to stop by our neighboring planets, because space is expanding faster than we can reach the speed of the location of our desired inter planetary exploration. Now if we can find a warm hole, then can humanity of terra still progress?

Life is bit silly I suppose, we live, bear children and die, and repeat. If all religions was false, and all those judging eyes were also wrong, I want to live life treating people the way I want to be treated. In my personal thoughts, I want to live a good life as life can offer me, and share these good life with people who I enjoy their company with. We live a very short life, and I want to make it count. If I can help humanity in someways, I want to do it in a meaningful ways, but living the life the fullest as I come to meet my own end! I can't be afraid knowing everything will end individually, and trying new things are the ways of our lives, while I'll have my limits and my personal barriers, there are absolutely nothing to fear!

Live life, and make it count!

The voice of clarity with sense of sanity rolled into serenity!
Laughter felt sublime, echoed intellectual chime, to lose you is a crime!

Satirism at it's core, many comedic lore, and we wanted more!
You're the gift of expression, opening repression, exploring oppression!

You were human shimmer, with hope of glimmer, now void of dimmer.
Who shall take your place, raising question of race, to move in your pace.

God send Jon Stewart, may your legacy echo for eternity

Ladies help define men to stride to be better,
And us men without our equal are prisoned in a soundless white room,
With sensation and voices dulled by empty cup.

The walk without the need to go places,
And the time stopped without her presence,
While searching for something tangible to grasp.

We men are mortified walkers,
Without a purpose or cause,
And lambs of the butchery robbed of shepherds.

We need our guidance,
Soul stone of our pathway.

The woman of our lives are our equal,
The voices where men can have sanctuary,
Our inner solidarity and piece of solice.

They are our inner home,
Our kingdom of fortitude,
The fortress of our essence.

The heavens stood in blue,
Just as water mirrors it's hue,
And ocean dawn reflects the sky anew.

Time and stars light the darken space,
As if catching illumination with our pace,
But hands reach out to finish the race.

Race without a face in the life of maze,
Remembering the face upon your gaze,
A sincere warm smile that would haze.

Heart's tug of war,
The unspoken lore,
And it's forgotten core.

Yearning for two voices to weld
In solidarity beats would of held,
And united minds would meld.

The one way ticket always looking back,
But struggles to find the words to pack,
And in honest words it seems to lack.

Trying to piece every sense
Why miss your presence,
Trying to understand your essence.

Hands stretched,
Mind etched,
I seek only upon thee.

He stood on the "Endless Bridge" in Guthrie Theater,
And looked onward at the old abandon mill district of Minneapolis.

The crescent moon ascended to the glimmer of the city lights
As the nature of the wind pulled his hair back to shed his hidden soul.

The Mississippi River clash against the pavements of the dam,
And the moist from the river felt through the air on the pours of the skin.

Neon lights of the 35W reminded the contemporary architect of modern city,
But the old mill district had it's ever so present among the modern buildings.

In that silence she walked down the aisle from the theater entry onto the balcony,
The silent graceful walk even in heels like a prey of the jungle,
There she stood next to him to reach her arm around his.

He glanced onto her face matching his eyes to her's,
And she pulled the most warm honest smile of innocence.

Upon his gaze upon her dark glistened navy blue dress,
With golden neckless he gave her as their anniversary gift,
And pearl earring illuminated the moon light of nightly beauty.

"You look majestic," barely able to mutter as he faced her side by side,
And his back against the solid balcony wall.

The night seeped with fog and haze,
As the bloom of darkness smothered in icy breeze chilled within the spine.

The night shall kneel before the coming dawn, for the stroke of rumbling and the tremor verbatim the heart asunder.

The silent roses scream from inner chamber kept in a personal vault, while I try to remember the tune that once allowed me to become a fluid.

I shall keep those brilliant nights tucked away at the edge of the earth, because not all was a bad experience meant to be dispersed, but cherished like a torch in a fog and haze.

For I know dawn shall lit the night anew,
And left by the spirit of moments unraveled.

Hold on to my palm,
And I'll sing you a warm psalm.

Take you away from the judging eyes,
And clear you from those painful cries.

My dear you have harnessed the majesty of perfect smile,
But your agony you carry can be seen from more than a mile.

Let me lift you up upon the air,
And soar upon the sky like doves in pair.

Let me shelter you from this unforgiving wind,
And embrace the stars together to our final end.

In mean time hold on to my palm for a voyage.
Because I want to share with you a time less age.

It is but a deficient herdsman who would fault his sheeps,
For flocks are lead to their own devices.

There are moments where the sheeps are really wolves in a sheep cloak,
And certain sheeps willfully follow the deceitful to undesired ends.

So it seems with current waves of the ocean of information,
And controlled emotions of media perpetuated fairly tales.

Rather become very bored of reality television,
Illusions of images worse than plastic material.

What is left of this world still organic,
And ideals like a scent of dawn?

I for one choose not to play any of their monopoly, risk, or stratego,
But embrace the incoming storm and play in the rain.

Most ladies are a drive for a man,
like a motor, they spark our engine.

Like Roman proverb "we conquer worlds,
but our ladies conquer our hearts."

My aspiration to be more was due to one lady,
and I always wanted her admiration,
the desire for her affection.

While I failed in taking her heart,
that failure only forced a greater desire to succeed,
to move forward in life to be somebody.

When I achieve in requirements,
If I can rise above occasions,
and people can see my contribution,
I want to stand and become more.

No stride is greater than seeing your goals,
I want to move vertically up looking upon the skies,
and today I felt empowerment by my personal success.

I have lot more work ahead of me,
but if I am reading my fruits of labor displayed as today,
I am definitely in a right track to follow my dream.

It was a minor victory,
but the affirmation gave me the view,
and I am hungry to be more!

2014 ended with great start,
lets see if my short goals for 2015 can be realized!

As winter bids to summer, spring renews with vigor.

As summer bows to winter, prologue of fall ensues.

As the daily night sky illuminates less, so to our welcoming days sooner to good night.

The leaves are dispersed by the coming wind, and the frost seem to say hello in dawn, it is a day to say farewell to the beloved warmth sooner than later.

Why is it so hard to say goodbye, and see you again next year?

Black jack is the name, and reality is the game.
Are people portrayed the same,
Or deluded to shameless aim?

It's about reel faces playing with real faces.
Hollywood dealing with race cards,
And face cards with ace cards!

As always Asian played by Caucasians,
No reel characters play the real characters,
Just twisted wasted reels upon reels!

Accomplishment mostly unknown,
Untapped or justified of truth of reality!

Who truly budget loan,
And then own or understanding tone choosing celebrities.

When we try to be one,
Consider to be none,
Legality own,
But seperate us by tone.

Yet Hollywood take away accomplishment
Setting their standards of establishment,
Dividing among us with resentment,
Without monetary replenishment.

This is about races, and faces, and those who play with aces.
Hollywood casting basis, dream chases, forgotten winning cases!
Because reel faces are not real races.

It was a grey sky as I came in the MSP Airport at Oct 24, 2014 9:00 a.m, and this sudden sorrow befell on me as I came in from the airport driving in 94 tunnel near 35W cross highway. It was saddening because it felt like the place I knew so well was evaporated from my mind, and the skies understood the emotions I felt coming back. It is this attachment I have in this place, and falling in love with the surrounding I grew up in are now a blur. Just like a melody of your favorite tune you desperately want to not forget, but all you see are shadows and hues.

As I arrived at my hotel, all I wanted to do was sleep, and rejuvenate.
It was around 5:00 p.m. when I woke up, and it was time to see people. People I knew so well, and people who are kind, and share their time with! I wish I can convey how much you people mean to me as I meet you, as we have conversation, and interact with our minds. Too often in this era we forget to talk, a small chat to hear each other's thoughts. Sharing part of yourself, and expressing the moment of our surrounding and connecting. It is these moments I cherish with people laughing, and observing. Even if there were no words, it is the silence of being near people you enjoy with delight spending time with them.

As I lay in my hotel bed, I know there will be full days ahead of me. To see people I have not seen for a year now, and look forward to events you all have created. I can taste it and feel it. I know I will love every minute of it, and cherish it. You friends make Minnesota my home, and I will miss it as I leave back on the 27th! I see the grey from the morning as I came to Minnesota, because it was an omen from the start, and all good things will end. When I see you folks I like to hear your voice, and communicate, because I want to remember the tune I've heard from the past. I don't want to forget why Minnesota was so special, and time spent in the moment will be what I'll take to Louisville KY of the melody of life that linger in my mind.

Until then, may the shades of grey dissipate, and the light shine on our time of connection! Miss you guys and gals so much, and look forward to spending time with you all!

None of my jobs felt like a career choice from the start,
But I've come to a personal jack *** of being an alarm technician!

I have met so many different walks of life,
And so different housing layouts,
While adventuring many different life styles.

From hoarders to the ultra rich CEOs,
To crazy cat ladies to earthly persona,
But never a dull or same scenarios!

It is super gratifying to meet different personalities,
And most people with heart warming characters.

Not all are sunshine or *** of gold at the end of a rainbow however,
For some like to dictate my professionalism with their know it all,
Because they are a customer and they surely know what must be done.
Some would go far as accusations of me being mean,
Or tantrum equal to a terrible two!

I swear people live in their world within a world,
Not even living in a moment or enjoying the present,
But perception is a silly social standards of expectation.

Like when I met the rich couple where the wife was more like a secretary,
While the husband was an emperor of his domain,
And money was what kept them together.

Older couples who were ultra rich with gated entry to their drive way,
Or their 6 bedroom from top to bottom secured by better alarm system,
But fooled into purchasing our security without a proper knowledge.
Good thing for them, for they got me, the honest man!
In return the couple felt obligated to tip me unsuspectedly in my jacket pocket.

Recently met a beautiful married lady with a nice house,
And she was like poetry,
Speaking spiritually of higher thoughts,
elegant in her voice!
She told me I was a kindred spirit,
Me a kindred spirit?
As far as giving me her spiritual book from India!
"The Fall of The Human Intellect," I shall cherish it with all my heart!

Nothing in life is perfect,
But my job now my career seemed to have picked me.
While there is no guarantee my job is secure,
But am super glad this job has brought me from Minnesota to the south,
And culture with location that expanded my horizon!

Viscus stream viscous,
Heart to roots and branches of vessels.

Visceral nature vaporized,
While grains and sand disperse to stir yet another pyramid covered in dune.

Vipers show vicious fangs,
As the tide shelter and nurture rain drops upon the vegetation

Vilified to venerated,
So fogged forest of moonlight howl it's innocence.

Veer away vexed motions,
And free from the desire untamed nor untapped.

Vein to vessels,
As the crimson dawn awaken within you!

Coming into credence of the surrounding,
As the perpetual cycle met like a race track.

Current presence dim lightly with another solstice beckon,
As winter takes the sunlight for yet another annual walts,
While moonlight hover more frequently to a sound of a violin.

The inner heart wrapped around a blanket,
Cozied by the sleep of hibernation like camp fire.

The beats come into a trance,
And radiance come to a halt by the darkness,
For it is the reign of fall that cover sun like a shrouded veil.

Such is the time of gloom come to a reflective meditation,
For all imagery end with a last note of a piano,
And seared thoughts say good bye with the vibration of it's strings!

Cradle upon the spooned arms,
And the sunken fetus lay at ease.

As the night sky yield a breeze,
And the illumination of dawn woken by the alarms.

Serendipitous actions peak with charms,
And all things calm to a breathless sieze.

The presence brought myself to a knelted knees,
For the shimmering fire showed no harm.

We can only glisten by the laughter it gimmer that all things are going to be okay!

As the blue pupils linger,
While the lips press upon the lips.

Lean forward for an embrace,
And sound turns to beats.

As the moon glistened,
So the silent stars listened,

The ocean waves clashed,
While it rippled back and dashed.

Back to the ocean it sprung
Pulled together it longed.

The wind had light caressed,
Upon the finger tips pressed.

The light house spun,
And all lights were on,
The glistened lights listened,
As the hearts raced,
And the moon embraced.

It was the sun light anew.

All abroad to this transit express 1337
The top of the one percent deviation to the rest.

Like those of the first class in air lines,
And us in the back seat separated into middle and less.

Throwing crumbs at us to divide amongst us,
While we oblige by bicker and fight with cuss.

It is their "Monoply" game we are playing,
But it is our pieces in "Risk" we are laying.

I say we must stop our own conflicts,
And don't let them take away our game of "Life,"
But stand together in this transit in locomotion.

When it is the worker bees who hold up the top floor,
And without us holding the pedestal the "Jenga" shall fall.

Don't let them divide us,
But once we stand together nothing can stop us,

In unity we shall be strong,
But divided we shall fall.

Stand up, and find commonality,
Then and only then can we have little more pie for the rest of us.

It's this ism of schism,
And lost in racism with perpetuated choatic cataclysm.

This fixation with complication,
And devotion to destruction.

Lines of grape vine leading to purely deluded wine,
What was devine shine left in oh so decline of our prime.

This determination to provocation,
With invocation to division.

Stuck in the darkness becoming blind,
So **** blind by our hate filthy grime of our sinful crime.

It is our limitation to our self infliction,
For all action comes with reaction.

Time and time again feast dine not knowing our fine line,
To define what is right of mine,
this line this line pathway to beyonder.

To build this rotten fruition,
It is but infliction leading to degregation.

What is this demoralizing scene, hatred, digression of the old days displayed among our mist?

To those who have an estranged parents would not need an introduction,
And those of you who have the gaping wounds would only be christened in self propelled justification,
But any of us in these journeys like all adventures do come to a close.

Proving to everyone your ways are correct,
Or dismiss the very thought you been wrong,
And all finales the conclusions the end is not all we may seem to understand.

No one will know the inner conflict that stirs all emotions into ejected unspeakable anger,
And no self righteous religious leaders would know how to quell the demon shadowed in your best illumination.

For all things are never bygones,
And patriarchs or matriarchs are but a human beings with chipped characters,
But no amount of apologies would dismiss their old follies.

Then the sands come to claim us, breathlessness plunged into a moment of silence,
And all solice come to a halt with all whispers sieze.  

The person you feared all your life has become pale,
Body mass and muscles have left them,
While the frail body yielded them a hunched postures.

No matter the prospect you will not be fooled by their weakness,
Nor will you show sympathy to their coming times,
And all senses of love have been depleted bone dry.

No one can tell you "You are wrong,"
Because no one has dealt with your past,
And the world must shut their mouth.

That was about a 6 month ago,
To some it would take longer,
And others there would be no second thought.


Sometimes deepen pain can never be healed,
And those of you who took the picture of the frail parent in the hospital can't deny your feelings,
As you look at the healthy picture against the dying parents you have made up your mind.

The breath is asunder as the lungs clinge to what little air to grasp,
But those of you who choose to make peace and see the dying person one last time is a better person then I,
For not all of us can forgive and forget.

Often time riddled with questions and philosophies of those days of professor's lecture in college campuses, and to this day have not forgotten my lessons in those class rooms of social, or psychological behaviors.

Does truth always equate to goodness of righteous path,
Or is it the belief of one's faith that dictate what truth should be?

If so then does truth sincerely matter and should it be forced like mathematical equations with one singular answer, or come in terms that truth is in the eyes of beholder?

Like the internet sensation that brought debate of the color of the dress,
What is truth to you maybe wrong to others, so then does truth matter?

As grains fall from the hour glass,
I become more convinced that arguing for the "right" way is as much of a joke to those who see you wrong for your choices!

Sometime laughing at the indifference maybe the golden rules of life,
For lies, and truth is in the measurement of experiences!
Sometimes giving a warm smile is end all and be all!

I ask for freedom,
Freedom to release this weight.

The weight of this world is lifted
Lifted like a feather.

Feather moved by the wind,
My wind that shall carry me.

Me to you the eternal slumber,
Slumber as brown shape shift zip...zip

Zipper do da day.....
Day of the day day yay day yay daze

Dance sundance film
Errrr.... Away... Yay day yay day away daze.

Ablaze in a maze phase away in a daze,
In this ways,
it pays to gaze.

Praise with the ways,
Are you still reading this?

Stop.... Now!

I mean now...

You don't need to read any further.

Because you are finished right now!

As the pages slide to yet another yonder of canvases,
one can only ponder upon the seared images of the past smiles.  

Nothing was ever so evident as to where the dices rolled,
but it was certain to land in the mist and shadows of hues!

In youth I would have shook by the self casted shadows,
but the silence of the nights dissipated smoke to clarity.

One does not lose everything to stay at the bottom,
for falling so low would only move to elevate and progress.

Even if you fall and break every piece of your bones,
what does not flatline your pulse will bring you back rebuilt!

So sail like the adventurer, or pioneers who would ***** a temple upon the new world ripe for a firm grasp.

For no one was ever worthy to prescribe a gift of life,
but to dare dream and articulate your envisioned pages of future.

Circumference of x to z axis has many ys in between,
And as such the path to ether and true balance is a hidden roads ahead!

Does the light in the fogged snowy forest shed a dimmed light,
Or is it the taste of final destination that's much closer to our lungs?

For every action has a reaction so said sir Issac Newton,
But not all reaction is totally visible to our naked eyes.

It does not matter how much one likes to play with the force,
Because the force is not a controlled nature,
And like nature it has a mind of it's own.

For the longest time I thought planning ahead is way to live,
But like any chess piece,
Even a pawn can beat a magnificent queen!

Like a game of stratego,
You maybe landing on a land mine,
And then back to the drawing board.

Sad truth is you only live this one life,
And being afraid to move forward is simply in your head,
Because what is there for you to lose?

I've seen the pieces move in places
While looking afar to the painted canvas,
And moving up is a trap.

All this time people were warning me was that landmine,
And after countless people showed me the results,
I know how to play the game better.

I am not afraid of results,
But I align with what makes me happy,
And that is not an equation required by any algorithm.

It is following my heart!

Mary Jane moving her hips
Upon my reach in finger tips,
As I put the green grass on my lips.

Fell by the ditch,
Puffing those skunks,
And ride those green dragons high above.

Baby, boom, dare I dream,
Baby, boom, haze and cream,
Baby, boom, scent of *** steam.

Tasty herbs hunger play,
Those roots ****** all day,
Let me pay and sleep or lay.

For this is why I obey,
To have you on my finger tips,
And taste you on my very lips.

Mere hollow flesh in time exposed in six feet under,
But with every ounce with will and strides can we make a dent in this plain.

What is this movements to the notes and rhythms,
The breath that breathe life it's essense of eternal ether?

Mourn to moan the formulation of birth to ****** propatuate procreation and then to final destination, cycling the very foundation of life, rebirth, and death in sound that carry over from one another.

Music preformed by guitar, violin, base, cello to piano, or any of the string instruments that symbol the living life strand of the life we wheel.

As our longevity is finite, but with infinite choices to play with strings until our lines are cut or break, and no longer play the songs we so love to hear so dear to our ears.

For a beat that tinker to our muse to the music that linger in the faint of our memories, those memories we try to keep close to our soft pillow and tucked away in our minds to comfort us in our less then pleasant boundaries leaving us empty, like a good age wine to lets us dream.

The empty cups shall be the reminder that sound and tone shall sieze to calm with stringless nights, the song has sang the final tune and forever leave it's mark on the heart good night.  

Until that final symphony reaches it final tune, accept the notes as it is a song we live in a moment, for all music good and bad has it's epilogue.

One must choose to play their music, and find their final notes to end their master piece in due time.

Just as stream of water progress,
Then to vapor ascends through the clouds,
Followed by the rain drops,
Such is our current and the flow of events.

As gentle brush of hands caress,
Or the a firm touch to shoulder of affirmation,
And a tight warm hug of comfort,
It is these moments of gesture most of us cherish.

Just as the sun illuminate with brilliance of comfort,
As terra dances around not to get burnt,
or lose sight of love from the sun,
Stars smile back at us with their glimmer.

All moving parts work as it's functions progress like inner working of a clock
For every action comes with rewards and learning experiences,
Just as stream of water moves in one direction,
But always return from heaven to the ground like the rest of us!

I hated you so much for making me your slave,
Stoled everything I had from me.
You made our family life miserable,
And I blame you for my mother's death.

Now you are in the death bed,
And am I suppose to feel for you?

You would think I would feel certain level of sympathy to your current circumstance, but I feel numbness in this endeavor.

You think I would feel at least an empathy,
But your diabetes got the best of you,
Because you never listened to the warnings.

I feel this coldness in me like the Minnesota winter,
And I thought I would never have to go back.

Do you want me to ask for your forgiveness oldman?

I have no desire to go to Minnesota for you,
And whatever is left of your son died in me.

What the hell am I suppose to feel?

With our eyes open from birth,
We allow our stimulus to quench our progress

With our eyes closed,
We shall meet together in the other side of the abyss.

I see a man holding a sign asking for money on the ramp light,
And I would have typically dismissed them "supposed homeless,"
But today is Christmas I told myself as I pulled a twenty dollar bill.

I stopped at my favorite Mongolian restaurant,
Enjoying their stir fry of vegetables and meats,
And I see a young male asking for a phone to borrow.

I would have dismissed him normally with random strays of people,
But today I reached out and started a conversation with this young man.

He was kicked out of his parent's house in Chicago,
Looking to reach out to his friend to hang with.

In Christmas day with another homeless who lived in Chicago,
And some how got to Louisville living in a tent so I gather.

First asking for free water,
And then Dr Pepper as I offered to get him water!

As he try to dismiss himself from the premise,
I asked if he had a meal?
And from what I gather he hasn't ate for awhile,
Maybe a day or two.

I offered to buy a meal,
And then sat with him,
And initiated a conversation!

I know there are fake people trying to take advantage people's good deeds,
Or lazy bums who choose not to work!,
But today is Christmas.

He could have been my brother,
I mean not in literal sense since he was Caucasian,
But aren't we all human with same desires, needs and wants?

If I was in that situation would someone would have helped me?
When I was hungry and had nothing I wished someone did helped me.

People don't deserve a single thing from me,
But today is Christmas!
He could be my brother,
He could have been me!

Structures of organizations with rules and standards,
So what is this world that offer a simple touch,
Or embrace with sensibilities of our inner desires.

A joke this life can be,
And laughter of echoed eternality,
Inner grasp by a tug upon our hearts.

These laws that we follow with honor,
Ripped by the people who architected and dismissed,
Or disowned by the powers that may be.

Do they not keep their words they utter,
And do they have no chivalry or honor left,
For all is a voice with empty shell in the dark.

All things in life is but a ghastly shadow,
But your inner truth will be your lighthouse!

Sanity seem to depart like leaves in fall,
And minds focus to mirages in sandy dune.

This world I so sought to grasp further seem so intangible,
Like clouds and mist or virtual world of synthetic environment.

We are so plagued by this none organic material,
I wonder if everything is just me floating in a nightmare.

Pinch me so I can wake up,
So I can regain true senses and essence of reality.

Am I alone in this controlled rat maze,
Or are we truly in the matrix?

I want to see beyond,
And go places of excitement.

Where reality is a dream,
With desires and humanity come into a realm of consciousness.

For this is a nightmare,
I just want to wake up.

Too many critics without the empathy to judge souls,
Who are thee to judge like the righteousness of heaven?

So often people speak as if they are blood brothers of man,
But fizzle into a cliche' of echoed voice within the deep caverns.

Silly isn't it that with hindsight the vision is always twenty twenty,
And like viewers of Romeo and Juliet to yell out "don't drink that poison!"

This is not a rehearsal for you to think how life should be,
because you did not live other lives to know who they are.

We are not a machine to be reassemble by your image,
but by god's creation to make mistakes and learn.

Humanity in it's purest we learn from a single step,
and with each step we become more aware of our surrounding.

Learning to manipulate the laws of our world,
and to live in the fullest glory of the very moment.

Do you become a saint by going to church, temple, or, synagogue,
Or is it following your heart to do good the best that you can?

Simply put you are no more of a judge,
than man made concept of judging.

The night was young, and the fortress gates opened.

Rams ready to unleash, and the beast roared.

The inner demons woke, and the fiery fire ablaze.

The monster ran to the outer keep door, and seek the blood it had sensed.

Sheeps butchered by the wolf,
And white flags raised to surrender.

Nothing was unscathed, and her temple trampled to the crumbling sands.

It was not enough for her thirst, and she asked not for mercy, but more of her to conquer.

Things are in motion that I no longer am in control it seems,
And what maybe my advancement be my progress dissipated.

My ambition and pride brought me to where I stand,
But now it is completely out of my hands!

So I see the incoming storm that will drift me in it's rage,
But I shall meet it with my palms open,
And without regret I shall see it through!

This game of careers and jobs have but consequences,
And regardless of this desire for monetary gain,
I want to see the end of the tunnel.

One would argue that people should be complacent,
And be content with what they have,
But without a risk or to lose anything life just is!

I am done with standing still ******* up air,
Considering last three years were to set me up with opportunity,
And now I am going to take my step forward!

No one gets a chance if no one asks,
And not asking chances are living without risking anything,
But such is life of gamble.

I remember a saying "does one live a long life of normality,
Or do they seek to risk everything to be a somebody,"
And the only answer I see fit is "I'm done hiding under a rock!"

Maybe my plans will come with fruition,
Or maybe it will all back fire in my face,
But I rather live than live with a regret not knowing what if!

Frost and haze permeate as the sun light glisten less day by day,
And like a new born yet to birth bundled  in a mink blanket,
While deepen in sleep in the chasm of solice.

Like the groggy wake come with mutter,
As the eyes seem to squint from a dead sleep,
While the day seem muggy to comprehend any intelligible or coherent thoughts.

A simple touch of the silk bed sheet softened the weight of cold harsh winter,
But reminded by the eternal time that won't wait for your slumber,
And at last one must wake to annoying alarm.

Maybe if one would ease their legs out from the blanket,
Then it should be easy to move forward to another day?

Taking a deep breath as the eyes lock onto the clock,
One leg inch away from the comfort of the warmth,
One muster enough strength to move forward.

It's the breeze with unforgiving chill felt through the legs,
And then onto the spine quiver this uncontrollable shake!

"Just five more minutes,"
as the eyes shut for another slumber,
And bundled in the mink blanket to have another epic journey into the dream world.