Is this how it's supposed to be?
What am I  supposed to see?
The world revolving in conflict. and violence.
I'm told to sit, and revel in global silence
While everyone won't accept my guidance
Or learn to treat each other with love and kindness
A veil of violence, causing global blindness

I'm a gentle man in a violent world
I do what I can, then maybe a little more
Everyone is so fixated on settling scores
If only we could find the kindness in humanities core
And before we fight, we think about what we're fighting for
Then we won't have to face karmas vengeful scorn

So why does god give us battles we sometimes feel we can't phase ? Why is it okay for him to watch our misery..is he working on something up their ? Why do I feel like when I need someone along my side on a bad day hes listening but what's coming next ? Another challenge..is this just thunder ? So when does the sun come out and rises me from all my life problems.

When can I finally say I'm done battling with hell.
When will I be able to say I'm living sturdy and not worrying about anything ?  

But to be completely honest..I think everyone will always have to deal with a dillema. I must say unfortunately its part of life.

Its an up hill challenge. And one day Ill look back and thank him for all the problems..because it just makes us alot stronger and smarter.

So I'm putting my trust in you. For your the one with our destiny in youe hands. Your the one with all the answers. And right now..I believe you will make something big out of this for the best.

Soulless,
We quenched our dreams with thirst;

bought the heavens,
Waving a country of radio love

As fee,

United under one Internet
Two Chocolate paper ******* announcements
And $6 New York Halal meat.

The mortal man always drinks his sea--
So ask your doctor about Nixon
And lift the verbs off your skirt
For Nemo
who replaced Icarus
And now twerks at synods
With ******* oven oil glued
To his left fin;

The same one God used to bet Satan over the soul of man.

Ikkyu dropped
his Grand Master’s teacup -
the cup broke into pieces
And Ikkyu’s jaws dropped
Would the Grand Master now break
a thing or two of Ikkyu’s body parts?


“O Master,” says Ikkyu
when the Grand Master arrives
“I am contemplating Death;
please enlighten me on Death”

“All things pass, O Ikkyu,”
answers the Grand Master
“Death is inevitable
And only the foolish mourn
or are swayed by emotion –
the wise know
Death is in the nature of all things”


“Indeed, O Wise Master,” replies Ikkyu
“It is no wonder then that your teacup
passed away today, as you can see here -
and you, O Grand Master,
have most wisely expounded on this grave matter”


The Grand Master loses his Grand look

97 days
12 grams
4 cigarettes
18 coffees,
and I still can't recall
the color of your spine.

I didn't come here to cry,
but you're in every crack on this street
making it harder then before.
We invented the winter
to fill my mouth with clouds
and watch trees sprout from bare branches.
I have a book full of poems,
34 about you;
empty words of a cluttered mind.
Everything worth saying
is trapped on the corners of your lips
below the sun of east Portugal
by the bay that burned your feet.
I watched a moth land on your eye lid;
you hardly even flinched.
The sewing machine in the sky
that held us close can't click forever,
neither can the clock on the mantle
and I fear we are running out of time to say
I'm sorry
and take back each rock we threw
before we forget each others faces.
Remember
the things we smoked,
and the love we made one Tuesday.
The feelings we shared as coldly
as the hands we never grasped.
You slid my bones from cellophane skin,
and threw them back to the shore,
just please give me back to Ohio
when October knocks on the brick between my veins.
Remember my eyes?
You took them on your back when you left,
and haven't seen them since.
I want to press  my cheek against your chest,
feel you breathing like so many times before.
If I could have one wish
I would run as far as it took to look into your eyes
just one last time,
and hope to god you notice.