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do we forget those who offer humanity
the abundance is left
to set a model
for those who quest in captivity
there's never a mode for normal
never a road to that calls their name
yet the things of this earth bring them to fame
set in the record books
all for being a relatable consequence
but those who slip under the radar
have all the more to live for
lighter than those set in stone
delightfully looking at the world without scrutiny

 
theres a gurgle starting to boil. you think I can make it?
a new world will soon be under my feet.

Getting ready to jump ship.... E.T.A: Wendsday 22:50,  Destination: Bangkok

Yes, I do take baths every so often. And these were written in one:

Rose in Winter

Have you ever seen a rose’s bloom in winter?
The petals doesn’t ask for any warmth to survive
Yet winter will melt its own beauty
For another’s to last but one more day
This is the generosity and sacrifice of our mothers

Returning Home

If you ask me how I can easily forget the worries of this world
I will ask how you can forget the beauty of this world
And if in the moment you cannot feel bliss
Then you must take another chance at life
If you said I had cancer
I would say there is not a dark spot on my inside
And if you ask for but one word from above,
Or a hand to gently guide into the unknown
Then you may never learn
Just as fathers must let go of their children
When they first want freedom on two wheels
It is the trust and faith of our father,
That we might willfully turn around and come back one day

It was raining so hard that I put on my bathing suit to go to the grocery store....

Worry Me Not

Let men hand me troubles so that I would steep it for tea
Grind up worries so that they may add fluff to bake
I need not my schedule for another morrow’s dance
Everywhere I follow the holes in the clouds
Where rays stride through and reach from heaven
Just to golden my hair and lighten my step
So let me boil mountain waters
And gain nutrients to fast by, through this tea
I would not go without knowledge
However, I can devour terror at my doorstep
Do we need so many canopies to protect us from above?
What causes us pain but men walking without love
There is no fear of monsters to the blind
All is unknown, yet it is easy to discover
Hear but to listen for the first time
Unplug your ears from the sockets your neighbors
Do you forget, we all grow upwards
When an apple is plucked from the boughs
Does the tree miss the fruit as its child
Or does it just feel one apple lighter
If all mankind were fat and full it would still produce
Because our hunger is beyond the fruit of this earth




How is love able to break hearts yet mend them at the same time?

what is it about dried fruit and trail mix that makes me feel invincible, man i could live years off of bananna chips.

Just lean back and exhale, now take it all in:

(Your Name) Was Here

You can wear what you want to wear; the colors don’t show your soul
The tighter the clothes the tighter the mold
You can eat what you want to eat; it will all just put your spirit to sleep
What about the way we do our hair and the makeup for streetwalkers
Humans about
Once made, set a will
One OM spoken can set possessions free
Yet we discover arrows
For pleasure to poke
A collection of worn converse is a photo album
Of past days walking, dirt-grass-gravel-the works
I never knew what we leave behind for others to collect
Gum to stick me on the ground for serenity now
Humans in bliss
Forget to kiss their father
Know only their worth via a wallet
Count your shoes to know not enough
Miles to wear them
If indeed you scuff your ego sometimes, this is life
For there is not enough money to pay off regret
I’d rather go the distance and never come back
Than to hear the stories of homecomings that had never left
Humans aloof
Pondering which day they’ll die
Buy ten calendars to think they have time
A stone statue in the park
Keeps but a memory alive

Begotten

Love is liquid warmth, and I shall drink it to my death
With a passion no less than a volcano’s fragrance
And as pressured as a tsunami collapsing the innocence
Our bodies have nothing to do with beauty
The Daughters of Delphi descend from the Pleiades
And yet my closed eyes still feel the bliss
This energy has conquered me

Forlorn Forever

What makes the world go round, when there is so much resistance?
What I’ve always wanted is to do away with the wax truth
To be humble and help by sweating inside the brow
No tangibility makes me secure
A quick drop and I’ll be on my knees
Not for subdues
Forlorn forever with a smile on my face
Why do good things happen to good people when they don’t even need it?
It’s different when you find out that your boyfriend was your mother
In a another life
How about it now, this orange robe covers more than head to toe
With shrubs as my shrine and sunshine that lasts into the night
Where is the food for an empty heart,
But in a chest that’s always pierced
Love flows out into my begging bowl
To quench the dry mouths of those who have talked with me
Miles and time run circles hand in hand
Until someone steps in and gives time a rest
Then we all are able to do what we want
And what we’ve wanted we already got.
Is there something wrong with me
That I fall in love with everyone I see
Behind dark glasses or in plain sight
The eyes define a gateway where I fall every time
Why do I drink bitterness for a feeling of future happiness?
I do not suffer when a thief steals, but I am weighted moreover
For a soul that does not understand
I would give all but they still shall not smile
And they still would ask for a glass of water
If I had to wring my throat dry
All would receive enough to be satisfied
Therein lies the goblet
Where the son of man shared with twelve men
And indeed liquefied reality that night
For the world was waiting on just a drop
But it got an ocean for the future to swim
There, I pray, is hope left
One man can act for a billion
And still have time to watch the foliage unfold

"Speach is mearly for the convenience of those who cannot hear"
-Henry David Thoreau-

Free Freedom

Well don’t disguise, I can read
Free is in its name, we all can see
wisest is he who puts down his gun
and saves two souls instead of shooting at one
yet another man will send someone to heaven
before he will ever get the chance
why cant we see, all this fighting
can never set us free, its not the meaning of free
and if we find foreign men outside
yelling for someone else’s freedom
then ask them why they eat before you
ask them why they sleep in better beds
while your dreams have been found missing their heads
steel makes up cells, yet it claims to free as well?
don’t let them tell you what to believe
never let a stranger speak for your family
what we need to be wondering
instead of who might be the enemy
is where they’ve hidden freedom
its nowhere to be seen
free freedom, before it looses it wings
free freedom, before it forgets how to sing
free freedom, it will know what to do
free freedom, with it you can not loose
some people say that freedom isn’t free
but I disagree, we all deserve to be free
it is definitely worth fighting for
but when you have to fight those
who claim to fight for freedom
then it is a self defeating war
we are no better off than before
so step back and inspect
the motives that involve men and their money
for one country cannot see well the borders of another
and can only act but with its own head
when one family can go out and play
on a green lawn waving to the neighbors
how can they know the right words to say
on matters of fellow men
who fear walking by their windows
because their neighbors were crying yesterday
I cannot vote for an army of my countrymen
to give back a country to its own citizens
by taking force against them
while shooting at the people to keep them safe
what sense does this make
when death can protect our children
from suffering a long life
who is a traitor against their birthright
when we give freedom on paper
and keep it safe in a cage
free freedom, before it looses it wings
free freedom, before it forgets how to sing
free freedom, it will know what to do
free freedom, with it you can not loose

30 Day Wine

Feeling like a dope machine, want to break me down
Snuffing the skiff on the skibby
Nothing more to reach me but a Polaroid
And grasping the grapes on the ground
I fertilize and I repent
I recycle and yet we forget
Carbon has made up, laws have tested
A soul to pull up and a string to tie knots
Keep the meat and realize the insides
With a samurai to knife his own door
And an Enzo to mark entry in the world
Herd a voice and tackled the words
A light to make light unknown
Things sprout while time graduates
The facts loose their footing after 30 days
Wisdom needs no warranty

Singing for the Seeds

Singing on forgetting
Forests are relenting
Bambi knows, if you’re not cute you go
The creatures lost their love for living
While dying for giving
Men don’t need
More
More for weeks beyond and before
And when a mind has made up
That god bestowed
Some power for men to imagine power
And be gods of their own every dinner hour
To think we know our needs
Our taste is acquired
Over
More over instinct is fired
The pestilence has hold
Blindness unfolds for every hit
Addiction applied
No ones admitting
I’m alive despite your giant shadow
A head to big to think for its own
Fueled by a green origami hamster
Speaking your thinking
The voice of millionaires
Just happens to be heard
For your best interest
Amazing or just a glazing?
On a garden is where I confide
Footprint next to paw print
It’s not a law but against the way
By living through loving
Is a warm bed at night
At the end
Respect as if
The self in thyself
Myself is yourself is connected milk
Under the sun, wonders expand
Dirt turns to sand and replenishes
A dropped berry
To chance but grow a hundred berries
Dough rises to reflect
For, there’s no mystery
Why the seeds grow

"shoot. you got to respect old people. they got wisdom. a young buck cant handle it, wisdom will kill you in a second."
-bob the truck driver-

A wise teacher once said to me, a mature person is one who can live with paradoxes.

La’Boom: French Lightning

You think you know how to smile?
What it is, what it does
A foolish fool waiting to suck up the breeze for a while
And a mistress tossing her red dress in the snow
But talk about
A discourse untranslated,
Straight from the books of writing eyes
Lips to lips, big toe over small
And a cornucopia liquefied for ink
But talk about
Its how your color your picture
During turbulence on an airplane
A fabulous mistake
And a snoring suit to keep you awake
But talk about
Velour women with styrofoam men
A liaison between flutters and flout
Still, stores are overstocked with cases of giggles
And too many super sized lives to count
But talk about….
What’s left but the blackness in my ear?
And the same noise from yesteryear
Blah blah blah in a library of candles to lighten
Yada yada to dilute the flavor
I’ve heard it and still will
When a lightning bolt speaks
It has something to talk about

No comments? Jeez I must be either flabbergasting my readers or paralyzing them with boredom...i think the latter

Being vegan has its ups and downs,
I’ve found it difficult to explain my reasons if someone hasn’t contemplated it themselves
simply because we all think differently and reason what we will
but I have also found that people are deeply interested in it as well
although they have not the strength or caring capacity to stop doing something they know is self defeating
we got into a conversation about diet at work, and you can imagine a bunch of manly men
set in their own ways late in life, men who lift furniture and drive big trucks for a living,
and someone brought up that they don’t eat any pork,
and others agreed that they try not to, mainly because it is one of the least healthy of the acceptability consumed animals
but the guy who first proclaimed he didn’t eat pork had different reasons
one being that it is a dirty animal to begin with
and also that eating this type of farm animal also produces a mental change
for instance
these animals live in fear and that produces hormones in their blood that is consumed in the meat
so, he suggested, that this fear is passed along to those who eat it
I understood it as a more spiritual/mental degration, which he was hinting at
but didn't come out with it because it may have been a taboo
but my question was, or rather I stated, I didn’t eat any animals, for slightly those reasons
why did this theory apply to only pigs
these fellows saw no substance in this, but merely food for their empty bodies
One agreed that they would like to be vegan, but had not the moral strength to do so,
maybe he felt this way as we all would like to travel the world or be millionaires
but how is it we can hold back other passions, for we know they too are wrong, and not hold back when it comes to food
is it that we are already conditioned to the idea of necessary death for a meal
for me it takes little moral strength, once I was properly informed I could not pretend I didn’t know, for to betray myself is to scream mutiny and jump overboard
I do not wish to be blind when it comes to what’s on the inside, and I simply do what I believe is right
while others seemed to just think this fools talk, and possibly blasphemy against America itself
it needed to be known where I stand, although my reasons were not detailed or convincing
I was still respected
and it is known that I can work twice as hard with a clear conscience and a good PB&J

There’s gold in one of these holes

It’s the last of feelings emptied from the corner store, and yet there’s no need to be addicted. Have you ever heard of a happy disaster? This fridge is hollow, except for some leftover shake and bake blues, a hole in my sock and that unadjusted wedgie caked to the door handle. What a selection! Doubt if I make one at all, for to be undecided among a choice of fools creates a great recall for flavor in my life. A hole in the pocket is better than air conditioning in the winter.

Fingers of God

If I were to act without thinking I would be a finger of god
And if I were to die tonight, it wouldn’t be the first time
Perchance I live but another day
It would only be to wipe the dust away
For a sleeping giant lies in these hills
Ready to awaken at mornings promise
Forever waits yet another eve
And my skin still blankets what I can’t help to believe
It is just that, the potential destiny and looming uncertainty
That propels me to start life floating along the canal
It is there that I get layered and accustomed
Warmed up and numbed, growing our elite opposable thumb
But what is it all for,
Only to peel away and cry with the layers
Then to find that our substance is all the same
Nothing special, nothing to gain
But connected at the heart and surviving on shared love
This is the essence that keeps me at bay
Or rather, keeps me here for another day

First-Aid As A Last Resort

I am oblivious to the world around me, yet I know it through a single action
I am lost in the vat that separates skin and soul.
It is not being perfect in what I do,
It is knowing that I have given it all a chance to be perfect
What do we discover through searching but our own ends
It means being satisfied, but you have built your own cubicle
With wood grown without wisdom and nails forged from another’s sweat.
So it is that I know,
Thinking with a first aid kit puts education in rear seat
Still, the rain will come when you need it, and also when you don’t.
So slip sometimes and stare back at the sky with a fury
The drops will clear you eyes quick enough
Grace always has a purpose and soon we will all have this moment