Pride carries us through the times
when day is night and night is lonely
Purpose gives us meaning when
we forget who we are or where we are going
Music lifts us above so high
weaving our souls with the stars in the sky
Poems open hearts so deep
the thoughts and the promises we intend to keep
Dreams allow us to escape
freely we begin to explore
Fears demonstrate created boundaries
stretch them, break them, then discover more
Beauty is fleeting
and made to be admired
Ugliness is everywhere
use it and be inspired
Change is a constant motion
we must give in or die trying
Life is learning, death is a break
sometimes it's all about timing
Cry, scream, smile, laugh
live, breathe, die, rest
Curving, swirling, spin around and round
Keep going, keep being
spirals
weavings
show me what you have found
A glimpse into some of my life experiences, realizations, or just the every day strange that occurs.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Satisfaction
Will we ever be satisfied?
when we get
what we think we want
are we only fooling ourselves into
thinking
we are happy
or is all the suffering just
a result
of us growing
and learning how to
begin
existence without desire
contingent on another-
The pain of longing
the pain of wanting
juices entice
really are they so painful?
when from them
you learn and grow
sweetening the pot
without them
bread grows stale and boring...
And where is your pain now?
Dissatisfaction
Resent
Sacrifice
or complacency?
Will we ever be satisfied?
In the end we only have
ourselves
In the beginning we only had
ourselves
In our lives we can only
truly
depend on
ourselves
And we had better begin to live
and forgive
for
ourselves
Know!
and only then
will we be truly
satisfied.
when we get
what we think we want
are we only fooling ourselves into
thinking
we are happy
or is all the suffering just
a result
of us growing
and learning how to
begin
existence without desire
contingent on another-
The pain of longing
the pain of wanting
juices entice
really are they so painful?
when from them
you learn and grow
sweetening the pot
without them
bread grows stale and boring...
And where is your pain now?
Dissatisfaction
Resent
Sacrifice
or complacency?
Will we ever be satisfied?
In the end we only have
ourselves
In the beginning we only had
ourselves
In our lives we can only
truly
depend on
ourselves
And we had better begin to live
and forgive
for
ourselves
Know!
and only then
will we be truly
satisfied.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Sincerity
So where is the sincerity?
You see it when it serves you most
when you mean it
because you want it.
But what happens when you don't?
Do you act on your own accord
live your life
forgetting
or do you begrudgingly swallow
and for once
do for another
unconditionally?
How does the sincerity serve?-
you, and your face
or
others and your humility?
We all make the choice:
we set boundaries
and place people in and out of them.
We make judgments
and see if people pass or fail them.
We agree
feels good
We openly oppose
feels invigorating
We dissonante
feels agitated-
the itch unscratched
the phlegm in your throat
you know you nod
when your insides scream in retaliation
you know you laugh
only because of the discomfort
you know you are silent
because to disagree would cause a rift
in the soft
delicate
woven fabric
you have created your whole life
of you and your perception of being.
You want to be respected
accepted
perceived and
received
but in moments when outnumbered
do you risk being dejected
for sincerity?
Or do you continue to sink
safer and safer
away from you conscience
in the populace
in the numbers
and keep drifting?
Where is your sincerity now?
You see it when it serves you most
when you mean it
because you want it.
But what happens when you don't?
Do you act on your own accord
live your life
forgetting
or do you begrudgingly swallow
and for once
do for another
unconditionally?
How does the sincerity serve?-
you, and your face
or
others and your humility?
We all make the choice:
we set boundaries
and place people in and out of them.
We make judgments
and see if people pass or fail them.
We agree
feels good
We openly oppose
feels invigorating
We dissonante
feels agitated-
the itch unscratched
the phlegm in your throat
you know you nod
when your insides scream in retaliation
you know you laugh
only because of the discomfort
you know you are silent
because to disagree would cause a rift
in the soft
delicate
woven fabric
you have created your whole life
of you and your perception of being.
You want to be respected
accepted
perceived and
received
but in moments when outnumbered
do you risk being dejected
for sincerity?
Or do you continue to sink
safer and safer
away from you conscience
in the populace
in the numbers
and keep drifting?
Where is your sincerity now?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Insomnia 27
The moon
illuminates
shadows in my sky
Puffs of gray amnesia
cover
the star.
Who am I?
What am I doing?
'Go back to your roots'
I hear
But they were ripped away.
No one plants things anymore.
Only rivers of cement
Canals of cars-
Imitating mechanical
bulls
I look for yours still.
My mind won't let me sleep
Exhausted body
I think my mind is ill
and wants to take you down with it.
Full moon of emotion
spiraling spinning
my body
my blankets
my breath
Where did I go wrong?
I used to be so happy
- I still am, I still am-
But I feel more sensitive now than ever.
Before I would battle
Smile
Dance
Sing
Beat this into submission
But now
I feel everything.
Then nothing.
Where am I?
Nothing stays
We're all moving
the earth
the moon
Look at it change!
Clouds cover
rain
Sun pierces
rays
I feel manic
Grinding my teeth
Biting my nails
Am I crazy?
Is everyone just desensitized mechanical
scientific animals
with pavement for veins
and clouds for brains?
I am insane.
illuminates
shadows in my sky
Puffs of gray amnesia
cover
the star.
Who am I?
What am I doing?
'Go back to your roots'
I hear
But they were ripped away.
No one plants things anymore.
Only rivers of cement
Canals of cars-
Imitating mechanical
bulls
I look for yours still.
My mind won't let me sleep
Exhausted body
I think my mind is ill
and wants to take you down with it.
Full moon of emotion
spiraling spinning
my body
my blankets
my breath
Where did I go wrong?
I used to be so happy
- I still am, I still am-
But I feel more sensitive now than ever.
Before I would battle
Smile
Dance
Sing
Beat this into submission
But now
I feel everything.
Then nothing.
Where am I?
Nothing stays
We're all moving
the earth
the moon
Look at it change!
Clouds cover
rain
Sun pierces
rays
I feel manic
Grinding my teeth
Biting my nails
Am I crazy?
Is everyone just desensitized mechanical
scientific animals
with pavement for veins
and clouds for brains?
I am insane.
Depression
I think I am depressed
when I am alone
and I can think to myself
about all life has shone-
the taken, the had
and I wonder if it matters
if I should be this mad
is it worth all the chatter?
or who actually knows
and if someone does care
or am I really alone?
I think I am depressed.
I see the sad
in everyone's eyes
tears up -my soul
begins to cry
out for a connection
a remembrance
an embrace-
and outlet
an acknowledgment
I am not all a waste...
I think Im depressed
when I feel really tired
and mind starts erasing
and my thoughts seemed wired
I feel it on their face
I hear it in their eye
they wear down on their sleeve
no matter how hard we try
Running
Grinding
no escaping.
Tearing
Tiring
the whole is gaping.
Trying
Crying
it's caught me now
slowly
close. breathe.
no one knows...
I think I am depressed.
when I am alone
and I can think to myself
about all life has shone-
the taken, the had
and I wonder if it matters
if I should be this mad
is it worth all the chatter?
or who actually knows
and if someone does care
or am I really alone?
I think I am depressed.
I see the sad
in everyone's eyes
tears up -my soul
begins to cry
out for a connection
a remembrance
an embrace-
and outlet
an acknowledgment
I am not all a waste...
I think Im depressed
when I feel really tired
and mind starts erasing
and my thoughts seemed wired
I feel it on their face
I hear it in their eye
they wear down on their sleeve
no matter how hard we try
Running
Grinding
no escaping.
Tearing
Tiring
the whole is gaping.
Trying
Crying
it's caught me now
slowly
close. breathe.
no one knows...
I think I am depressed.
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