I feel like I've been here on this planet since eternity.
All the living beings on this earth are my fraternity.
We are all different and independent is how you tend to think. But in reality,
we are all different manifestations of the same energy that resides within.

You will be gone forever after your death is what you believe.
But the truth is you can't repeal the law of conservation of energy.
Albeit, sometimes, it might appear that you are truly free,
you will always be bound by the forces that you can't see.

I beseech the universe to reveal the secrets of its mystery
and all the broken links of our forgotten, immense history.
In my million lifetimes, I could not find out my real identity.
What's the true meaning to my existence? Answer, please.

/In fainting voice/Answer me. Answer me.  Answer me.

-Maverick.

As is sit in this plane
I grow angrier and angrier
As it is late flying off.
I look out the window and stare into,the distance and see a green field.
Then I start to day dream about my life and all that it has become.
Then I think about what if this is my last flight.
Maybe this is the flight that ends my life falling, plumpiting into this earth.
Hit it right smack in the face.
As my body burns into ashes in one breath.
I think maybe I should be closer to my family, maybe be a better person.
You know same old same old as if I was already told that I should be doing this.
My neck is burning from the thought of not having my hand made rosary.
I always bring it when I'm flying.
I think to myself how foolish it is to think a necklace can make me feel safe.
Than the backing of the plane wakes me up from my day dream.
And I thank the sky that I was given an opportunity to have twenty more mins to live.
To be able to breathe in and out yet again.
My anger cease to exit, as I am glad to still exit.
If I survive this flight, I shall change my ways.
An agreement with my brain and heart.

I've left my feelings
unanswered.

Sometimes I take a deep breath
and think...
About the places I'd rather be,
the people I'd rather see,
the life I want to live.

Deep breath in.

My mind races elsewhere,
infinite experiences to be had,
only limited by my imagination.

Deep breath out.

Maybe it isn't much harder than that

Time....

A human construct

A self imposed constraint

The most wide spread form of control

Cynical...

It does not *speak...

It does not touch...

It does not intend to influence

But it does...

As it quietly passes your mind scrambles

Becoming sick, Twisted, and uncontainably loud

You shriek in silence to a non existent crowd

Found in silence you're desperation consumes you with fear..

You think this is it

My life... No matter what I do... There will never be enough of it..

I'm just not enough...

I may never be enough..

Your mind clouds with doubt,

Darkened by memories of the past

Yet Livid with fears of the unforeseen future...

Yet here you still remain,

Idle..

Pensive...

Allowing life to unravel right before you,

Never asking so much as why ...

I don't want to leave you,
But in order to better myself I'm afraid I have to.
Mama told me that it'll be days like this.
Daddy told me to learn from everyone you meet.
Shirt now folded, tucked in a bag beneath the bus.
To much disdain, I have to leave now.
Here on the open road traveling down every thought.
A window seat to the world. Open and vast.                                             First person view.
A introvert paused next to a bag lady whom resembles the woman I found in you.
Not too much to say.
Revisiting these old roads etched in my mind.
The thing about memorization.
You always seem to go back when least expected.
Another birth control pill. A baby trying to survive abortion.
A layered bowl of chili in a old diner across the street of an old country town.
High rise wires always seem the same either direction you go

Who am I,
Who should I be,
I have no clue,
But I question thee.

An answer unknown,
To both you and me,

To who seeks,
To who questions,
To who does not believe
That one remains unchanged!

The best ideas are always there
Round, yellow lights in a shifting mist:
Sometimes clear,
Sometimes blurry and obscure.
Steady, like stars in the sky,
But sometimes seeming to move,
Like stars do when the clouds drift.
They are always there, but always silent:
They never speak,
And words never come near them,
Almost never.