It's Been a While
Since I've felt the urge in Me
To write a Haiku

The point is to live.
Which is impossible when the path is full of lies.

We live to be free.
We work to live.
We are bound to work.

Happiness is success.
Success comes from work.
This is a lie.

The culture is work.
The few own the many.
Life is a sham.

The point is to live.
We are bound to work.
These are the chains that bind.

What’s eternity?
It is the present without
Perceived Transition

The ship is solid,
And the Ocean is fluid
What comes in between?

That which I cannot
Comprehend with just a glance,
Makes me fear the lack

When the frustration
Grips you today, remember
Only actions count

In perseverance,
Attempting to accomplish,
Patience is the Key

How does one cope with
Permanence of suffering
When only human

Trusted sharing thoughts,
So soon can turn to silence,
When trust is broken

Our modern fears
Foolish, man-made, imposed fear
The stress can **** us

Perhaps Depression
Is just Warrior Spirit
Trapped in a desk job

Unreliable
Your worth well exceeds your grasp
Just get it done now

Creativity
The unknown making itself
Into something known

Like an empty page
The mind is capable of
Nearly anything

Measurement confines
Worth is our utility
But measured by time

Being successful
Is like a mismatched puzzle
Without happiness

The more eyes focused
On just one simple idea
Can blind the purpose

Without a purpose
The human spirit will fade
So find that purpose

Suddenly in a blinding flash of color
A new landscape and mystery materialize,
Before you can act you twitch and shudder
In the gracious beauty before you eyes.
The foliage illuminated unnaturally
The monuments of stone independent,
The world's depth enters gradually
Another time and trace resplendent.
A light enters view majestically relatable,
A transcendent being of light it stood,
It's native tongue soul illuminatingly untranslatable,
Without a doubt this being is pure Good.
Then a stroke of booming thunder,
A sound so terrifying your body leaves you,
A noise that easily tears you asunder,
That consumes your surroundings in a gray hue.
Without a thought you know what if,
Frightened yet unable to make a move,
Despite the beckoning monster you remain stiff,
Any courage you had failed to prove.
Yet again a blinding flash of light stressed
And now you are no longer where you were
The Good being

Transcendence occurs
When humans create and act
Go forth and Transcend

The human is dual
If undecided can be
A Monster and Sprite

Life goes by as such
Day after day after day
Planting a dead tree

To destroy a man
Take his dreams and steal his love
Thus he is in Hell

Sometimes in order
To accomplish anything
You must not do it

Anxiety is
Made by the Space in between
What is and could be

Energy is like
The blood of the universe
Flowing in throughout

And from whence the sky
Did so make its old premiere
So shall it regress

The finality
Of some certain obstacles
Is just transition

Can thou ever know
What there truly is to know
About anything?

All of Motion is
But a glimpse of the Divine
But what is this life

I sat in a small room, dimly lit, with just a dresser in it.
The pain inside me, I realized, was a darkness and to remove the darkness I concentrated it into a circular disk and removed it from my being.
I now had it in my hands and I threw it against the wall of my internalized prison cell and used it to escape.
It was a sort of bridge device, like those black holes characters would fall through in the old cartoons.
I leapt through it and into a magnificent tropical island paradise.
I then took up the dark circle and used it to traverse the landscape.
I stood on it and rode it like you would imagine a hoverboard, and I was no longer sad about yesterday, nor was I anxious about tomorrow.
I was riding my pain into happiness and contentment.
I transformed Pain into Happiness
Desolation into Hope
And Darkness into Light

Words cannot convey
All of the feelings of heart
So tread carefully

Mistakes will be made
But only you can control
Your actions at hand

There is no wisdom
If there is no one a fool
Somebody has to

There are no objects
If there is no space between
Nothing is something

Life is a series
Of movements and pulsations
It's a beating heart

This life is so short
A temporary journey
We are just tourists

Silent wave of sound
Rush over me like darkness
For I do not know

Compulsive thoughts and
Overwhelming emotions
Displace me in time

Depression is like
A wealth of weight on the soul
Real and persistent

My love for you is
Just like hypomania
Pure, sleepless, happy

I've finally found something,
Comfort and solace daily ring,
A full joy makes me want to sing.

At first a lack, my detraction,
To have you would be sweet satisfaction,
But now you're my greatest distraction.

But to me there is nothing wrong with this,
I feel in my emotions a perpetual bliss,
I promise to you I will never be remiss,
You I shall never dismiss,
For What I Want is to feel your kiss.

Sleep is like the calm
Waking hours are the storm
So then we must choose

It doesn't get better
When you realize we could all be together
But the lives that we wreck and we sever

Life's great and I don't know why
I love music, I love love, I love pie
Just think, happiness can make you cry

All we can do in this world is remember
Like the fun we all had last December
But I refuse to look at the calendar
Cause what we have right now won't get better

I think of a candle
I imagine what's hiding in the dark
I think of an empty jar
And it breaks

If you shared your thoughts
With everyone everyday
They wouldn't be thoughts

In a world, with a life that is restricted by constant struggles for power, an endless barrage of stepping on one another shoves labels unto the unlabelable, the powerful and the powerless all come from the same stock, yet the one comes before the many in most cases, and to this an answer still remains to be spoken, as violence and conflict beget violence and conflict, I yearn to see a world characterized by thousands of hands holding up thousands of hands.

And so I believe that we need more,
But what is it I'm looking for?
A dream I dreamed,
Or so it seemed,
Thousands of hands holding up thousands of hands.

Tomorrow is like
The choices we make today
Certain but unknown