World

We die because we fear death, we find love because we fear loneliness, but forgive me if my sunshine is out, too much in my head to write, my arthritis in my pinky is killing me, too much meat leads to gout, rigid thinking leads to arthritis of the mouth, so please tell me what is buried in your soul, cos whatever is in your heart will end up in your mouth, so what is the perfect world, how about we start with legalization, let the damn thing grow, and I don't give gifts, cos the gifts entertain, that's a euphemism of taking your breath away, but taking your breath away is like taking your life away, deflating the tire so you can't bike, so don't expect gifts on christmas night, more gifts, more things, its like we are exchanging cuffs and shackles, peak behind the tabernacle, just walk with me on the edge, true knowledge comes from experience, 6 senses like satellites, picking up different speeds of sound and light, opaque and unique forms of energy, how can they tell me to be healthy when their mind is scattered on the floor in pieces, fragmented like psyches of broken ghetto families, transcend the nature of good and evil, two heads but still the same coin

Hidden Eyes

She gave it to me, but I didn't catch it, too afraid to reach for the basket, one drastic move, now a lost soul drowning in the pool, how was I a fool, I preach against it, but in the shadows praise it, look for it in the deepest pits, ashamed, the mirror is hard to look at, murder, a parallel, but not something I could tell, or even speak, her knees were weak, I saw it, a hunter's eye like an eagle at the peak, the words fell from my mouth to her ear, next thing I know she is near, near enough to hear my heart pound, a touch of a breath, one move one step, eyes close, clothes fall, consciousness was knocked out unconscious, lust is victorious, how could she resist, how could I tempt, when she polished the apple, place it to my feet, mixed it with cinnamon and fed me, but now, eternally bound, inside thinking that I can't leave them in the lost and found...

Moving steadily

I feel like I am living in a fantasy, saying one thing then changing lips gradually, building magically, the music slowly enveloping, women slowly moving in a wave, hips gliding and moving, slowly they approach, quickly I heat up, slowly as the come, sensations are too much to overcome, but what about your principles, they've become so minimal and minuscule, how do you ridicule, and at the change of the face, become all spiritual, I guess, that is the dual, the human face, tainted with joy and hate, with freedom and ignorance, in all its entity, moving slowly inwardly to search for our buried identity, blowing the smoke, clearing the clouds of the mind, silencing the trumpets and  drums, cars, cabs, buses, silence erases ignorance, walking with eyes wide open in a trance, just me and the universe in a dance, one with the flow, as its seeds are planted in my heart, waiting to grow..

Reallll

I blow the smoke, the smoke turns into a gate, I enter, vacate the walls of my room, enter the flowery smoke, as it blooms it takes me to the road to infinity, I enter, the illusion of the body disappears, slowly transitioning into an unknown place, searching deep with the thoughts, picturing images that are uncertain, but still trying to maintain sanity, exploring the deep states of humanity, using the herb as a light in a dark library, visiting a landmark where others have ventured, a place where there is no origin or centre, just a picture of faded black, white and tropical colours, feelings of love and hate, fear and delight, reality bends and twists, squeezing out its juice until it dries like a fig, and eating it, then questioning the phenomenon of sweetness, the 5 senses are now introspective, while the pineal is the spectacle, calm and tranquil, eyes open, the colours quietly drip, like a caramel stick, back into the room, where on the chair, reality sits

Lost in the water

Music in my eyes, material world in my heart, as television blinds my third eye, I open the window of thought, travel like planes, but I walk on the grassy plain, walking on the terrain, blue skies mixed with grey, clouds of cumulus, dark nimbus, thinking about the world using a different mind, a different angle, its hard to untangle, these rules that were meant to root your ankle, so I eat well to see the bodily illusion, mind and body an ocean apart, hardly, more like dimensions, did I mention, so quiet I meditate and feel the electrons vibrate, going deep into the deepest muscles, deep in the cave, deep in my mind, an infinite universe, I venture, just another adventure, as the words escape the vents of my mind, only memories of events twinkle like stars to a background made of dark, to a light being covered, the human face, a million miles to another universe, a touch from a flame of a lover, lost in the desert caverns trapped in my memories, they remember me, wandering in the thoughts of antiquity...

Straight

The day moves into the horizon, the night sails by the shadows, temptation lurks, under the murky deep earth, bound by time and space, wrapped in a web, cosmic white ribbon laced, modulation of the tick, and tock of the clock, moving up, looking down, travelling through the taxi cabs of space, only to be floating along the sea of seconds, the mist of minutes, time tip toes and eventually falls, floating drunk from the tavern, can you get the pattern, nothingness, timeless, space bound, the sound of the universe, is the sound of silence, meditate and yoke the soul with the body and make a hybrid, higher than any bird, deeper than any worm, moving in transverse rather than straight.

Words with thorns

How many are we, all suffering are we? yes we are, so distant from our hearts that we throw bows and arrows, violent words because of  a mind that is so narrow, how do we get to this small vision of a sparrow, in the world where fair is foul and foul is fair, then damn, how are we suppose to rise up, when we take one step for good but  ten steps back cos these morals are holding us back, the system is fucked, I'll admit that, but what do we admit to? when the hate comes from within us, so deep that it clouds our vision, makes us spit words of hate, and the love that was once so warm on our plate vanishes, these feelings are damaging, how can we even imagine, different sides of the human being, but what does it mean to be? to be free, freedom, like a coin, two sides, love and hate, but without the coin there is indifference, we have made our currency the current state of our humanity.

Welcome to the circus

Welcome to Myspace, where your space becomes their space, but I thought it was called myspace, computer servers stalking myspace, Welcome to facebook, the book of faces, all you have to do is sign up and in, profile pic and once they have it, they've successfully booked your face, into a file folder, where no one knows of, welcome to the television, it tells the youth their vision, the vision teller, now its hard for people to make decisions, welcome to university, a uniformed type of learning, similar to facist and eugenics, softly insidious, welcome to university, take your money in exchange for a degree or a diploma, like 4 to five years of concious coma, welcome to polycratic capitalism, where izms and schims are the rules of the land, the people have purposely placed their hearts in the freezer, now its hard for them to express thoughts any clearer, welcome to specialism, promoting fragmentation, never making the mistake towards a great fallacy, division of labour, where they divide and conquer, no unionized workers, truly divide and conquer, my stomach is grumbling, just like the other 99%, no compassion

Marshall Mcluhan and Andre 3k

Verse to addi

Flashing lights go by, blazing through the night sky, so lovely I sigh, blink with both eyes, teary eyed, like squeezing lemon lime, always number 1 but never a prime, cos past your peak you decline, and im never doing that hard white line, only smoke the spiritual ganja, that makes everything betta, as the smoke wraps around you like a sweater, words manifest into letters, thoughts amplify into images, the cerebral cortex, but dumb guys say “which whore is next” or “which to pour next”, it makes me vexed and stressed, that’s why I smoke the indigo, so I can let go, take off from the roof, I’m gone, poof, like magic trick was all it was, and all it was, was the past present and future blending into one, I am the mindbender, bending the minds of the pretenders, make a vortex when I place em all in a blender, but I practice ahimsa, that means no violence mista, Filipino rasta, smoking that pasta, always being a masta, never a slave, who am I? a king making minimum wage!

Goodnight

I can hear it calling me, pumping through the walls in the corner of my artery, what is not to see, the windows are painted black, the weather is under the weather, cool tension in the air, starring at the ceiling, mind is drifting into the lair, deep in thought, trapped in a stare, looking at the bed from the opposite side of the outside looking inside, blowing smoke following the breeze of the streamline, floating like the 7 seas, 7 chakras, 7 energies, one entity, fragmentation causes autoamputation of our entity from the community, yes truth is in me, living in the city, so famous many, intelligent random auditory, dry patient waterfall, goodnight....

Move wisely

We are in situations, invisible bars we live in, call it forced incarceration, see these walls, dividers, physical limitations, living in the opposite of vacation, vacate, funny when they alienate, when were the last ones to proliferate, but back to the topic, yes, we still have to solve it, the problem is so simple, but it continues to evade, wonder why so much incarceration, when draconian laws call for criminalization, they only crime committed is speculation, faithless education, insidious work, continuously jerked, wait until we pop and revolt, everyday unscrewing programmed bolts, in my skull like knots, Im ready to crack the egg open and let everything be exposed, yes, the only way for revolution, the collective consciousness, wake up, peeling away like the banana, my eyes opening the channels, life is challenge, swim through the channels, life is a game, I know who is behind the panel, you can fly like pan am, but read the small print of the banner, ying and yang move in tandem, wise never move at random,

Money is not evil

The day is done, mine just begun, the world took a dive, my life spun, into a vortex, where to go next, when your ancestor's kingdom turned into a swamp, all the reservations, invisible vaccinations, in retrospect, all their ideas where so alien, life in hospital but I am not it's patient, dealing with the masses, I still stay patient, debating is useless, when their psyche hasn't evolved yet, the world turns so fast, like a corvette, college drunk, like what's to pour next, lost in the jungle, like which door is next, trapped in the shark's jaws, caught from the ocean floor, snatched but we are numb to know it, starring at the window cos I am a poet, what is to do next, when the media protects, images of the guys who flex, and women that spread their legs, and businessmen are treated like gentlemen, and who has the most capital controls the capitol, and who has the most money is the most magical, godly placed on the pedestal, it is not the money that is evil, it is the material

Merchant's price

I write it down even if it's not perfect, I scribble sometimes when I write cursive, and when I get emotional I lay down on the earth, phoning God for a message, asking him "what is my purpose", cos life is looking different from a different perspective, poisons we have ingested, a life that we once projected, life, with it's reality as its serum, injected itself right into my sternum, and now with my vision slowing, I feel numb, adrenaline system kicks in and I feel like I am not one, with this society so I work endlessly, to look like these strange people, fake wananbes on tv, students but lacking pupils in their eyes, a ghost waking by, an organism caught up in somnambulism, treating knowledge like food but they practice bulimicism, but I try to dig myself out of the grave, cos these materials that we freely purchase is actually keeping us a slave, it is called merchandise but what is the real merchant's price, they don't see that materialism is a vice, they say they don't get affected by TV but they are already in your heads like lice.

Beat

It's been a while since I've written, I feel like I have forgotten, on the road to where it never ends, the breakthrough was once a breakdown, a meltdown, I let go, the smile tilted upside down, but moving on is like walking along, despite what shadows might bring at night, or what the clouds may hide from the day, when I was once younger I used to sing and pray, pray against the dark shadows that move like leaves sailing away, leaves hanging on the tree of life, but I have divorced myself, from the hellish hell, where a one track mind continuously races against time, a moment lost in a moment's time, another turn of the tide, another insecurity for the ride, still hustling still struggling against the grind, trying to break free from this slave wage society, that we have purchased with our visa, mastercards, and american express, burdens of life never go away, they just transfer into a different place, the physical burden that technology relieves is only transferred into the psyche, so everytime you cop that new watch, it can tell time, does it? buying new shoes or cars, but will it get you anywhere, buying an alarm clock, but will it really wake you up?

Higher

Trying to describe the indescribable, scrambling for the words but I end up rambling, or just plain babbling, something something, the words are floating, in the air, the letters travel towards the light, blinded by the glare, like the moth, raising my arm slowly like a sloth, focusing, wiping the dust from my eyes with a cloth, but it is you I want, the feeling so strong, like swallowing gin, like a drug, but the high doesn't end, kisses on the neck, the winter months, hugs, warmth, arms wrap, clothes like gift wraps, intertwined with a ribbon, your flesh is the prize, it is not my first time, but it feels like the first time, like a rhyme I can't get out of my head, like I lost my tongue, like I lost my fingers, can't write, all I know that it is time, mango skin, so tasty so ripe, can I bite, I'm just being polite, I'll be the police tonight, hand cuffs, back seat, yes you like it rough, but the energy is too much, it is too much, water in the desert... I can't always have less than enough, so compelling, raising hell just to get to heaven, temptation lasts only seconds, a moment of pleasure trapped in a chasm embedded in the bed of organs, hormones unbalanced, explosion in a moment, geyser, forever reaching higher!

Move response to marcus

Move, thats what I want to do, move, but lazy is painted around the room, stuck on the bed, like jesus on the cross, forced to be a slave to the almighty minimum wage, daydreaming in bed but still awake, greeting the morning sun, but fleeting from the day, the voice inside says move, yes thats why I want to do, but the voice is stuttering and confused, fused with, locked with, chains and cuffs that are invisible, asked me; more mental than physical, the message is in the media, the ads scream at ya, but I ain't hearing ya, reaching in my pocket and found an idea, hands dirty with paint trying to paint the pictcha(picture), drinking the potion from the poisonous pitcher, so now we walk and talk but still asleep, like we left our beds without waking, but they call me crazy, cos I refuse work daily, cos mickey dees got the fat corporate cats deezed, like their wallets were on creatine, cos mickey dees employees got bumps and bruises on their knees from kneeling and pleading and grieving, and saving a little pay for the uneversiteh, while other kids are OSAP-ing the money foolishley, they tell me to move, tranquilized, like the animal in the zoo, thats how I am in my room, heavy in a trace, contemplating whether I should twirl with the devil for a little dance, but I am on a different level, not like the kids leaving uni with no skills, shopping malls selling cheap thrills, everybody is hypnotized, like the air leaving the room, I'm ready to move

Sight through the dark

Please give me foresight, for I lost my sight, the road is dark, unpaved and untravelled, my future is unravelling, but I am still guessing, or maybe just hoping, just waiting for school to come, haven't been sleeping alright, its like there is a drum, and it is beating, loudly while I am sleeping, I wake up at night, my intuition is calling, I want it to stop, but I know this part of the plot, I know where I should go, be the driver, the moulder, the carpenter that builds my own tower, fortress, so why do I have to stress, this is my world, I have to stop tempting myself, this is my world, my light, so let me have a few words with myself, why are you haunting me, why crucify when you can help me fly, why be so unrelenting when this is the body I own, not renting, I am just venting, the windows of my eyes are open, if you so dare, read it, feel the treble and snare, can't you see I just don't care..

Asleep

Still asleep and half awake, waiting for the bus to pass, getting out my bus pass, busting my ass for the little pay, little me I pray, little world I say, too small for my mind to even play, but I say, woe to the mind that is blind to the concoction of co-conspirators that consign our souls to the corporations, hiding behind super ego lie, frightened eyes tracing the footsteps of the blind, I came, saw and about to find, what the real meaning is to live a lie, to be following a dream made out of smoke, I toke and I blow, the mirrors I break, I watch the smoke and mirrors fade away, like the unicorn, a dream never meant to be born, but most are living it, more like surviving, never questioning, always giving in, like a prostitute, I guess we have to create our own avenue, where we put our values, my message to them, the future is malleable, the seed that is planted is the metaphysical slowly birthing the physical, so dream beautiful!

Hands that touch the moon

Subliminal, critical, little missile, missing intuitively, passing engineering instinctively, while bigotry still lazily sits on the stoop of the head of the critical, minimal, subliminal, little mafia running the media, placing minimal subliminal bombs behind the curtains, certainly you see, but not really, because the tv has you a little bit hypnotized, devil in disguise, more like devil in front of your eyes, drinking rye while the moon sails in the sky, painting
pictures that blaze the mirrors, light an idea and set fire to an empire, the umpire plants dirty little subliminal seeds, while the catcher doesn't see, still asleep, broken bibles with dried ink stains, listen closely to the dead under the dirt and hear stories never heard, more like a bird whispering to the dog or the cat, mysteries painted only in the minds trapped in a casket with dirt and soil and a pen, ideas shatter into pieces and turn into a hen then turn into an egg, the watcher observes the moon, a mere substitute to the sun, the day repeats itself, same car, same road, makes me wonder if the settings change, does the car move or the road?

Weird days

Sometimes my dark days divide, the sun don't shine, the food tastes bland, the chron is out in my hand, the lights seem to fade, everything doesn't feel the same, the water runs out, my skin dries and craks, sitting back, losing perspective and focus, a rope and a cloud, hang myself till I fall down, pain is certain, and joy is hiding behind the curtains, japeto is pulling our strings but we don't notice, we dance around and sing the same song, in the same tone, recorded, exploited, we see it but don't see behind it, we see the truth upside down, hurt is in the truth, don't believe me, take out the T, lust is sweet, love is pain, thats why we stay away, thats why we stray, thats why we lay, on the side of the road, blind and hungry like a scarecrow, scared to know, that these materials can only go, so far as the ego lets it, but I refuse to receive its blessing, I am forever tested,

Infinity

She told me to sing a little, notes kissing her neck makes her giggle, quotes flying in the air make her mingle, at the right side of the bed side, the red dye, white lines, weed stains, she calls my name, on all fours like leopard skin, she has me thinking, slobbering, I slide over, she open, smoulder, lips on her shoulder, I close the blinds, let lust decide, let my body temperature guide, no lights, just touch, it is not much, but we navigate, gates open, lines are crossed and broken, love was once open, now we are just drawn to the moment, on the canvas, I paint a picture with black and white, we sing the songs all night, naked under the moon, under God, like a flower we bloom, and consume, in our little room, in our bed, we sing the song, sit on the clouds and let infinity count us down

Build

I try to touch you, change you, your views, haven't you watched the news, the information we abuse, and distribute, blind nation instructing the mute, imposing my view is similar to the fundamentalist imposing theirs, so the throne of truth, who is the heir, prejudice views spawn from the poison that man spews, delightfully confused,   but the intelligent rise to the occasion, cos ignorance only pushes me to fly over the edge, I believe in revolution, ahimsa, non violence, the weapon of silence, the only weapon against hate mongers and dwellers, but still keeping cool like a cellar, ideas reach the interstellar, look past the demeanour of a twenty something year old senior, talk a walk in my valley, intellectual alley, walk with the optimist, humanist, always watching my step, cos we are fit to only be called geniuses when we can calculate the incalculable, the human factual, ethical, practical, meta physical, and somehow stitch them into this unwoven, fabric, that is stagnant and tragic, backward theocratic, but forward I build, brick by brick I build..

Back with it

Lust trapped, it is trying to break free, how can I see, when I wilfully wear the blindfold, I walked myself into the hole, forced to be fed, forced to bed, forced to beg, like poisonous butter we spread, information, info nation, politicians and corporations working incognito, controlling metallic minds like magneto, the centre of ego, their eyes hovering over the skies, it rains, it pours, the poor is not hard to ignore, when they are at your door, at your work, in the store, everyone is slaved, brave and living, lost but still driven, chasing a piece of paper that is worthless, when the true wealth is finding your purpose, a debt full of lies, facebook and gmail spies, one man standing against an enterprise, don't be surprised, when the 9 to 5 becomes 9 to 6, then 7, then 8, awake but still asleep, chained by material things, fake images created by fake people, ignorance is the father, and hate is the disciple, tunnel vision, a symptom

Speak no evil

I dare speak no evil, for I dare not stray of the path, charts and graphs, all useless when life smacks you with a slap, and wakes you up from the sleep, to only figure out you were in chains and cuffs, prisoner in your own dream, promises and lies all smokes and bluffs, when ignorance breeds in men's hearts, when the light slowly fades and departs, like the sunset, the darkness arrives and replaces the eternal light, I pave the ground with scriptures, lessons, pages of great past sages, quotes, documentaries, rosaries on my neck, dreadlocks on my head, a halo hanging, ancient wisdom in hidden libraries worth finding, their propaganda is blinding, but I continue writing, regardless if the viewer is not in tuned, the halo above me slowly blooms, sitting on the blades of grass admiring the moon, sitting very still, I await the light

When I speak evil

When I speak evil, fluidity seems to leave me, speech turns course, perception is surrounded by rigidity, words fall unto the corpse, like the grave need the shovel, the dirt falls on the casket, we've all eaten from the forbidden basket, taste of fresh apples, as you chew and swallow, the juices sour, the skin turns to dust,

When I speak evil, the day turns to night, the light leaves me, leaves me blind, wandering the street of life, a bystander standing blindly at the world from a tv screen, evil at the tip of the tongue, hanging like black crow on a scarecrow, when my perception narrows, lust soon follows, then anger enters, bewildered in the wilderness, lost amongst the blind and the deaf, where logic is no longer a precept,

When I speak of evil, the words turn cold, like winter, like old food molding, stinking, infesting, emotions are like gasoline, it takes one word to lite the spark, then a wild fire, they say scabs are our insecurities, when we are touched, we feel pain, living diseased, not knowing every action is done in vain, insecurities covered by money, cars, cell phones and clothes, what a joke

So I refrain to speak of evil, so I explain to myself that sex is not love, intelligence is the path of reverence, wisdom is the key element lacking, like biking with no helmet, so I try not to speak evil, but pardon me, forgive the student, see my prudence, behind the skin, the essence of human being

Two voices

Dear chris, do you still remember me, sanity, damn, insanity has got a hold of you like some pliers, stop lying, and stop it, i was once your treasure, you only pleasure, we had some set backs, but just relapse, you just packed your bags, and left me broken in rags, all the time we had, all the time we spent, how could your forget, you used to take me to bed, when you get up you're the first thing there, where, what, why, thats what im asking,  out of sight and out of mind, where can we meet and find, somewhere where we can ignite, the light that was once so bright, but now you've faded to the dark light..

I've found my own path now, I can deal without you know, I've somehow stopped believing, stopped feeding, Im' more fasting than eating, more listening than speaking, too many things said with eager lips, all can be alleviated with truthfulness, it's all about the universe and what it is, not so much about the money, you see, poverty has left with a new sight, an eternal light, bible beside my bed, the gita on my mind, next the koran, see everything is part of the plan, I took the opportunity and ran,

Materialism is just a schzm, I'm not trying to lock you in a prison, just be part of the system, its changing, it gets cold, and yes you may feel at times bold, strong, uphold, but sooner or later you'll fold, and wear away like mold, I'm not trying to tell you to be sold, just work a little bit and get a sense of it, timidness is also a sin, and limitless is what you should be,

A few watches a few rings, it takes more than that to get me in, some nice cars to impress the girlies, a whirlwind of objects and things, endless possibilities of coping new materials, just to feel imperial, but as shiny as it may be, temporary is the life it lives, a gush of emotions, only to be flushed by the tide, the empty void has a voice, calling out, but we don't listen, fill it up with objects and things, lifeless, that's not what I want to be,

Statement

Here we go again, back into the circus, back to the cycle, back to where everything begins to fall out of consciousness, picture a hallway with a crooked concrete step that you step on every time you step by, trip and fall just because of one dented tip on the hallway, fall on your chest and bust your lip, feel the pain as it circulates up your nerve pathway, travelling up the spinal nerves wreaking havoc causes pain signals to fire, yes, we've all felt it, but this isn't that, picture that pain but in a more spiritual way, picture that pain, as it strips you of consciousness, dims the light so you can't see right, now picture that pain everyday, suffering so deep that it cuts through your fragile fabric called reality and enters your dreams, thats why you can't sleep at night, am I right, all them voices you battling, the truth is the only material worth unravelling, like a treasure chest which I treasure the among all the rest, the book of wisdom is bastered by the system, so I sit and contemplate, figuring out how to steal time and distribute it to the mass public, cos nobody has enough of it, always running and chasing the invisible dream, that everybody has so easily believed, darkness following the bereaved, exile is only for me, to know poverty, one must be in poverty, exodus from poverty lies in money, to escape poverty one must discover the true meaning of poverty, restate, exodus from poverty is knowledge, the only state worth obtaining,

Blinding truth

In the room with the lights off, the corner, the dark matter, one light bulb in the room, no flicker, just died yesterday, in the room with the lights off, with the demons of my own concoction, thoughts like the train, passing by, bringing their pain, attachment, detachment, the philosophy, still can't get it, they say wrath comes gift wrapped with the ribbons and strings, covered with pretty things, witty things, thats how they get you, the senses becomes dented, rear ended, but you stay with it, like a prince and a fiddle, drowning at such a shallow puddle, sleeping with the mud, blowing collie buds just to escape the ego centric place, finding fidelity in land where people place pleasure on a pedestal, where our senses are like mad horses, the body is the frame of the carriage,  the intelligence is the driver, falling down the deep well, where fake make up and half naked bodies dwell, with souls that have let go of the horses reins and let their senses direct everything, with no control, the intellect shrinks, no wonder we have bastard baby kids with miscarriages among other things, politicians getting their thing on in the stalls where the public pees on, fathers with no history of fathers blindly fathering our new generations, mothers with no conscience, they stay heartless, skirtless and brainless, in the midst of the dark, like Bob marley said, the darkness has to amount to the lights, so stay alive

Girl at the library

Will I ever find her, alone in the library looking for knowledge in some books and things, a moment as the stranger glances over my shoulder, dark rimmed glasses, full locks of hair, should I speak to her, I dare, she walks with music, like a beat with some snares, feel a thumping base when she turns her face, and I turn red, what about all the books of knowledge I read, instead, I fall back into the realm of myself, where I am the commander and she is nothing but a spec of dust floating in the pool of lust, but still attracted, I try hard not to expose it, just keep it cool and everything will be alright, don't fight, feel the stillness inside, walking up to her slowly with pride, flash a smile,
Me: hey nice to meet you, I got a sweet tooth, and you look like a good... nah just playing, what you saying?
She: nothing, just roaming around gazing, looking for some good books to keep me preoccupied
I stand mystified, kept my breath in  and held my pride... she looks like she has the brains and looks, she is into books, nice, sweet
Me: How would you like to meet down the hallway for some treats, just simply you and me, discovering poetry, arguing about philosophy, while we discus the meaning of entropy, caught in the candid moments, my eyes are like bouys drifting from her chest, down to her thighs, skirt at knee-height, summer blouse kinda see-through, looking at her eyes but still trying to peep through, trying not to be a creep, just keep the questions coming, exercise, keep her talking,
She: How about you, what are you into?
Me: besides you, I'm into yoga and the tantric arts
She: Yoga!, I love it, I love how you are open with it, you seem real, no gimmicks
Me: hmm, I love where this is going, so I'll keep up with the smooth approaches, first class conversations no coaches..
Then this man approaches,
Man: Honey its time to go pick up the kids..
My eyes bulge open, damn this girl got me open, played like a fool, a stool pigeon, damn her smile was misleading,
She: Thanks for the good conversation, Ill see you later :)
Man: who was that? nothing just a bystander, just a stranger
A shadow of her remaining, as she and her man leaving the library, the library

Morning thoughts

My emotions are like a waterfall, and like water, spilling and flowing down the creeks, silent as I speak, just letting the wind caress my heart, wrapped up like a gift, I think not, nah, never falling down the isle, or maybe I am just in denial, testifying against God, pleading guilty for the lustful trial, flowing like the nile, thoughts and images flow like a stream of consciousness, no stopping, just typing until the next idea comes knocking, and before the thought hits the screen, before the idea lands from the cosmos stimulating my pineal gland, don't know where the next phrase lands, just a memory, a discrete symphony playing to my ears, everyday temptations, one idea forms out of nothing, then the words are placed together like coins attracted to a magnet, just letting it run out of the dark maze, the scenic gaze, eyes starring at the outside world, but inside, focused on a single lotus flower

Still

I see dem evils, conjuring up schemes while I'm sleeping, like Jesus walking the dessert for forty days, a maze of burning temptation, how do we escape this lustful jungle, I love you, but only your skin, can you think of ways to trap me into the cob web, where nothing of love is spoken, a deep remorseful state, hate envelopes and develops into a plague, when everyone, even your idols fall into the material lake, we are humans, we are fake and real, but inside we conceal, caged and mystified by the materials we possess, are we possessed by the materials we obsess, male and female menopause, when emotions get high, pause, and breathe till every anger leaves, like the seasons change, feelings do the same, be the witness behind the doer, detached from the moment, even though they mistake your mistakes as true intentions, being cool and calm in midst of bombs, keeping still and stagnant, like a serene lake

Confused

Confused, why do we love and hate, only to love each other again, only to fight with emotions and anger, who do I listen to when the person I look up to is knee deep in the pitt of quick emotions, when they argue with no reason, people's feelings change like the seasons, whether they are mad all you got to do is weather it out, its so difficult because you judge them, embrace them today and fight the next, I don't get it, I want to run away where everything is serene, can you blame me, I love you, but not because of who you are but because I see myself in you, selfish, don't you think, surrender to an image, where marriage brings more fights than fun nights, but I just can't see it, I hate arguing and fighting over nothing, listen to what they say not what they do, a phrase that will only come from the lips of the hypocrite, the more you talk the less they listen, so the most important thing is to sit down and listen, pay attention, silence the inner pride, take things for what they are, maybe it is all just a wrong interpretation, question everything, from the lowest to the highest, yes, even your parents,

Ra

The beautiful questions hanging from my head like a question mark, still the light from the spark, illuminates the dark from the disco lights, white nikes, denim jeans, summer skits, flirts, everything is all about work, but I am tempted by the evils, laughing from the poisoned wine from their fortress, I skip the wine and straight to the ganj, in the jungle where the weak are eaten, but the strong prevail, and swallow the nail like the truth, tough and rough, I resist the rust of the touch from the lustful, disgusting, slaving and at the end of the day sleeping and falling into a trance, a dance where we are lead into a path, instead of knowing that truth plus truth can set you free, we'd rather go on a shopping spree, thats the type of math we learn, the more we yearn the more we bathe in the spoiled black currant oil, eating from the soil that is as corrupt as the intentions of the farmers that toil, from the politicians that speak through the tv, frequencies like lies, travel through the thick smog entering our mircophone

Hanging

They don't know the truth, thats why they use capitalism as an excuse, to act so rude, shameless, the aimless games they play to put us in the slaveship, or as they say the deadly 9-5, alive but on life support, the ship waits for the last passengers at the port, but I purposely miss the ride, stride like the gum, meditate alone like a nun, praying to the sun, starring till my eyes melt and the rays strike my ego, burning my soul, taking my skin down the road of salvation, stripping away my material, only leaving the superior energy, that vibrates so heavenly, with no doubts attached, only certainty, but I stand with subtle amenity, to erase any duality and multiple personalities, forget the labelling, make up like mabelline, but I stand forever dangling from the guillotine, never breaking

Back right up

I pick up the pen from the graveyard, I stand infront of the army with the pen as my guard, the ink as the light, the burning passion as my guide, but still breathing and listening to the sound of the universe, slowly as the flower unfurls, the preschool girl dances and twirls, from the scientist to the pothead, just struggling to look for a new consciousness, sometimes I sit and let the smoke drift from my lips, and I stop and think, where time is not present, clock freezes this moment, something we can enjoy, a beautiful peace, like a painting, only with detachment we can enjoy, the life we weren't meant to destroy, a golden boy sitting infront of the stage with a toy, peace, peace, he screams before the deceased, but the dead and the living have no peace, they try to find the broken pieces, but I stand right up to God and say that I am yours for the taking, life will only reveal itself if you will

Detach

Trying to detach from lust, I spit the goo and taste disgust, salivating at the ripe skin, sweet and soft, supple and intimate, I try to get close but I squinted, not ready for the glare, the light, I stay away, its too bright, still trapped in the dark cave, still fascinated with the spark like a rave, but I place my ego in the grave, a resurrect into a new man, with no sin, but I still lust over your skin, temptations ferment within, brews a beverage too hot for the devil, I drink, entice my senses with the lust that has haunted man for ages, standing with two eyes on your breast, forgetting the scriptures I read on my bed, looking through your eyes I only see the skin, touch, blush as I move across your chest, an embrace, laced with sex lies and hate, but one passionate kiss can set the stage, a forgotten sage, hypocrite starring at the mirror, but the flesh is ripe, and the harvest is tonite, a man trapped fighting his inner nature with sacred scriptures, the battle rages and never finishes, put out the flaming lust, that has burned for so long, that has helped create and destroy many songs

Question

I find peace in the silence, speaking to you with mute mouth, listening with the glitters that glisten on my skin, slowly caressing the melody, but I stand in the middle of dualities, no love no hate, a fiery passion cooled by the kiss of the mist that travels along the mountain ridges, far from the ebony oil that fills the african safari, but in the computer age like atari, we communicate fast but lack the interest in the soul, I step back and become a watcher, a viewer from the third person perspective, I do this to gain perspective, tunnel vision is my enemy, drunk of ego laced Hennesy, so I believe and try to achieve, but really, capitalism is not the end all be all, from from love and hate, more like detachment from emotions, divorce from sensations of lust, I travel the empty road to happiness where men have fallen, false witnesses smoking the wrong cess, I write not to impress but to press the thoughts down on the paper that hang on my head, a spiritual revolution, no judgement, imagine smoking with no one harassing, just passing, smoke travelling, from the abdomen to the universe

Gotta move out

Slaves on a trip, billboards hypnotize me, as they flash by, naked to the naked mind, but like salt on the wound, we bury our tomb, with the dust swept by the devils broom, and soon to pay, but we are all slaves, all the money we make goes away, so how do we stay sane, when our brains have been washed then drained, that explains the slavery, mockery, they make fun of me, oh they love a student in debt, we break so much sweat, they show us a dream, but my eyes are open, peeking through the seams of the curtain, I see the lies, the materialism has our focus stolen, looking on things that are golden, instead of the overwhelming problems, thieves in the night, stealing our virginity, an unfortunate reality, that someone has to see, overcome and believe, I step away from being a victim in their movie scene, I will

Concrete safari

The doctors change procedures like the changing seasons, feel the patients lesions, in the hallway screaming, no more fake medications, greedy politicians, only puppets, enslaved by the mass appeal, but no one appeals, fights for their rightful dreams, but instead they take the beating, one more pill, one more reason, to trust these crippled minded beings, the epitome of treason, while the patients are never receiving, the treatment that they've been pleading, the side effect of modern day treatment, is to live with the drug forever, a personal profit made for every sickness that our bodies witness, and for that, like a bad marriage, with massive side effects, intelligent human beings, falling slave to the money we make, the problems we cook up and shake, while they call me a cheapskate, I don't follow the trends and what they say, mass media is the medium, the middle man that holds our information at hand, selects a certain few and inflates and holds every stereotype to be true, black and blue the truth until it is force fed into the youth, unenlightened and persuasive, manipulative politics, they only win when you buy into the sin.

Damn

The night moves past across our heads, waiting for the day we dread, the one we forgot to prepare, babylon, they say, "he say she say" is far too played out, I gotta run away, to a place where the known can't reach me, can't hear you infront of me, is it my ears or the fact that you are a puppet, repeating and taking orders, not leading but following, not learning but only repeating, like a parrot stuck in a cage, only repeating what his master says, watching a movie from the outside never really critically thinking and analyzing the lies the push to you, but it is all good, materialism is the dirt the credit card is the shovel, the more you spend the deeper you dig, till one day you realize that you've been living in the hole, nice and cold, the night is covered by a blanket, we can't even see the stars, days go by but we still stay strong cos we have materialism at our side, we have smartphones, but we can't tell the time, we have food, but we stay starving, we have degrees but we still slaves on our bended knees, college is a debt cesspool, a trunk full of lies, corporate alibis, the sensation of consumerism is an illusion, like a prism reflecting light, I write to ignite the spark from their cold wet eyes, hopefully I can spread awareness.

Random

I meditate to tear the fabric that is clouding my eyes,
like a veil Ive come to unveil, sort of like a hijab over my head,
following vices that only lead me to more suffering,
when will I finally see and grow,

standing in a farm over the seeds ive grown, watching them grow I spot a dying one, i questioned its existence, so I pause and crouch down, I look up to the heavens with a frown, the seed is dead while the others flourish, why is death to one seed painful, while the garden grows I grow ill, traumatized by the one seed, so I focus, I question, I toil and search for libraries for the lesson, while I look for the answer, the garden grows weary, the leaves start deteriorating, eventually they fall like the seasons, but I don't bother and still concentrate on the seedling, months pass and I let go, the weak seed grows, ready to be planted the garden looks barren, I've carried too little eggs in one basket,

Why do you continue with this, can't you just leave this, like the make up on the dresser, last night could've never been sweeter, but Im in tuned with my conscious now, no more wine in my system now, I puff and blow the smoke through my nose, as you put on your clothes, demeanor has me froze, showing me the cold elbow, just pay attention to your feelings now, yes last night was great, inside the ego inflates, blows up every situation, discussing this will only bring precipitation, and I don't want to get wet, so lets just forget, make up stains on the pillow sheets, moving and gliding, hips are quite inspiring, like an automatic gun firing, the animal in me burning of the desiring, moving close, you must find it weird that my beard grazing your inner ear, have no fear, just stay near, and be clear that we are not a couple, we know we just want it for the rumble, the tangle, while we tango, our eyes speak of such lust that after the sex, it just feels like disgust, like old pipes the rust scales, and once we are done with the games, we both part our separate ways, just to reunite the next day, lay together we spray, infectious love and lust mixed in one cocktail, but we sail to the distant waters, not caring about tomorrow, just staring at my ceiling now

They say

They say this, they say that,
stick to the facts,
lost and stuttering on the fine line,
drunk and it is wine time,
on the interstate I look at the lights,
stare at a blaze of zombies,
following and never looking,
moving through the rush our,
invisible chains have so much power,
the hunger of the dollar has devoured,

They say this, they say that,
I say think,
they say, just go with it,
run to the horizon,
brainwashed by the television screen flashing,
masking the hate, the insecurities inflate,
like a balloon, the ego blooms,

But I stay still, abstain from porn,
because it distorts, but reality is all about perception,
sit with me and meditate, enter inception,
no need for judges or evaluations,
no speculations,
no labelling,
no non sense,

I am just the common man,
walking and thinking,
realizing the prison he is in,
but not prisoned within,
ready to give up every philosophy,
ready to delete his history,
carving through the sky my story,

I am the author,
so I chose, but I am doomed to chose,
are we just in a circle,
how can I reach you if you are in a bubble,
I cross the lines, leap from the clouds to walk
in the rubble,

Fight

Living in a first world and still feeling poverty, so many government monopolies, strangling our economy, what a travesty, when a priest molests a girl such a tragedy, when the each fabric breaks and tears, the whole tapestry falls gradually, when the government tells to bow to his majesty, when the police are committing all the phelonies, and this isn't how it is suppose to be, you can look at the bad, or you can look back, you can look deep or you can fight by climbing the steep creek, even though it looks bleak from where you stand but there is a voice hungry to speak, this whole world reeks of suffering, my biggest demon is impulsiveness, a slice through my chest, it bears its weight on me like a vest, like stress, it slowly deteriorates, but i chose not to be inferior, superior feels more like it, I would strike it, with such passion and lightning, frightening, but I'll take another approach to this, meditate, thats how I will conquer this, slow and steady is how the herbs survived this earth, and so shall I be

Real demons

Sometimes you gotta be harder than steel, to analyze your life and know what is real, to divorce the fake and deflate all the negative comment that come your way, but sometime the past can really haunt you, and if you haven't faced your demons, they feed on your weaknesses, they prey on you like scavengers, it is hard when you are against a mountain of challenges, when the road gets tough, when you feel really down, and the world is looking over you, what  are you going to do, when the only one you ever really believed in was you, and they are just the audience that watches you like swatches, bracelets, diamonds aren't the only things sparkling and glistening, listening to your ego is the easiest and dumbest path to go, but who cares, we think we can flare our way out of this, and suddenly someone will come to our rescue, but boo hoo, you'll soon find out there is no one in the dark but you, and the man in the mirror is not really real, emotions circle up and down like a wheel, im just trying to say what is real, I thought i wanted all the riches and all the fine bitches, shit now I just want to be at peace with myself..

Infection

I feel im in the circle, i wish i was as strong as hercules, to lift these chains, off my shoulder, like winter's bite its breath was cold, a devilish mold, i fold my eyes and blink, and think, i think therefore i am, the frail phrase echoes, like a wild fire blazing through my skin, a tingling sensation, truth is the only destination, seeing through their lies, are they just a test, is this part of my quest, forget the rest and let yourself, be lost in the moment, ego less state is my only real estate that i must permanently deflate, cos ego produces doubt, every belief has doubt, trying to keep false rhetoric beliefs out of my mouth, trying to be free of 'I', the invisible fake paradise, change your eyes, a paradigm shift, a change of direction, the cure to every infection

Painful sun

Under the sun, like a mountain, stood tall, in the midst of, the raging sun, the honest sun, the life bringer, I stood tall, salute, I go quietly mute, silent there I stood, recollecting the conversation last night, I sigh, enlightment im waiting, my moment of tranquility, tears of humility flow, the dams break like slaves did the chains, shackles from my heart broke like the delicate yoke, backbend, emotional descend, my soul cried recollecting the conversation last night, pouring of tears from every exhalation, inhalation the reality that love has never been, close to me since I left the philippines, another backbend, the sun quietly showed me its heart, like starring at the toaster oven, nourishing heat, i feel my life shaken, broken, now im making it up again,

Checkmate

We can play the guessing game, or we can play it straight, or we can make love in the living room, soft bloom of the rose moon, but checkmate, naked we play, our pawns flirting in the game, these silly teases, sweet like reese piece, fun as they are only foreplay, get deeper in the game, get lost in my gaze, time and space, while starring at your naked flesh, resting on freshly laundered linen, close the curtains, candle light as our light, I see your knight, and you see my rook, keep your eyes open, don't blame me if I leave 3 in the morning, without a note, just a sweet bitter after taste, but I am but a pawn, love and lust can't be drawn on the same canvas, my name etched on the mattress, a space on the sheets where my body used to be, all lost in a memory, I am not your king, nor you are my queen, and sorry I don't worship the bishop, I guess I win the game, checkmate

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Sleep is hard

If u could only see my dreams, the images that tie in together like a seam, sometimes the images stretch like a limousine, sometimes bounce like a trampoline, i find it hard to uncover, cant even describe it, i talk and stutter, but nothing really matters, im still awake while the world sleeps, i try to count sheep but they all fall and shatter, the moons laughs while i toss and turn, when will i learn to never tame my mind but rather train my mind, but for now i stare into the wall aimlessly, comparing myself to the painting that never sleeps

Evo

The evolution of man, drop of tear into sand, a mirror of man, silver and sand, crossing the boundary where every word matters, where every speech pattern can light up ideas like a lantern, in the dark dim lit street I venture, swear to myself I would enter, walk the path of the dark shadow, to enter the light we face the darkness in the night, we battle with our inner self, the violins weep, smell the ginger steeped, wisdom waits this evening, like a wanderer, lost in the information valley, vices eroding our street alleys, forgotten canals clogged with materials, the only ism is materialism, detachment without losing compassion, attachment without regrets, words turn to reality, a page turned, a stage earned, tide turns, the next generation waits

Fall

I fall from the skies, to the ocean, to the deepest waters, to the darkest mist, I continue to think, though my mind has gone extinct,  a barren district, eliminate human instinct, sit still and wither, indian seated in the cold winter, barefoot with splinters, eternal adventure, a tree of splendor, a halo, a realm I enter, muscle atrophy,body breaking down slowly, while I peep into my mind closely, silence orchestrated by the silent symphony, silence, so thick you can slice it, distant from hate, love, like, dislike, numb to the bite, tolerant to those dark memories at night, shed light on the demons that hide, breathe life, give love in spite of receiving hate,

Exact place

I see the exact place, some say I am out of place,but i am in the right state of being, no sense of space, time has run out, it is dead, nothing exists but the freedom that we once had, imagine to live a thousand years and a thousand years more, no more asking your age, the number one killer is old age, but we accept it, like the increasing lines on our forehead, the life planned out for us we dread, we are dead if we believe their heed, if we give them our power, hour after hour, believing in their sour lies that drip from their eyes, foul cigarette smoke that they blow out their nose, the enlarged prostate and ego, trapped in an ego driven vehicle, a cycle always been recycled, but I stand firm, plant my feet in the green earth, and raise my hands to the sky, nothing can break  me or shake me, sit and meditate in front of the tidal wave whispering I am not afraid

Meditate 1

I sit and float on the highest mountain peak,
I peak over the clouds and look around,
then up, I see the stars, then down, I see the earth,
side to side I see the curvature in the horizon,
then I look inside,
I stare in wonder,
one with the moment,

I sit and meditate,
thoughts like kites floating away,
feelings passing by, like the cars passing you by,
flashing and moving pictures, like toddlers in the playground
in the blink of the eye, the moment stops,
the cars stop, the kite freezes, the kids stop moving,
everything is frozen but the trees,
the branches sway, a sweet rhythm,
I walk in circles, to confuse my compass,
fuse mind and body, the clock melts and drips on the grass field,
time is prisoned and the mind is free from the cage,

Supreme

It is like I had to fall, to take that plight, to fall from grace that night, silently I hear the criticisms, trying to make me quiver in my position, but I know their mission, and I know mine, like a gold mine, I hold those missions close, like the arrow near to the bow, I let go, never be slave to the system, seeing the chains on my hands, but not chained, can anyone relate, I'm not one to imitate, I'm the one to stimulate, and release third eye, let the words fly, off the page, can you gauge how much my thoughts are engaged, intricate word play, I let the words say, and let my hands think, connecting the missing link, on the brink I sit still and listen to the universe think.

I am the thinker

The people tell me to get healthy, told me I was skinny, that you have to be thick to get some bit$%s, so I fell into it, what they call the game, I sold my name, I forgot where I came, but I guess you gotta go that route, you have to take that bite, swallow the pill and pray to christ, that this obscure method, where you follow their method, where you chose to erode, the beautiful landscape that you were born with, so you sell yourself for a cheap price, and chose vanity as your vice, the biggest ego lays in the most ignorant beliefs, the road is steep, but sometimes you have to drown in the deep and look up at the beacon you once stood from, so you start back to square one, hopefully you notice, remain focus, meditate and remain in the higher state

Don't say a word

Slowly sinking in gin, stinking of cigarette smoke, but then for one second, the moment froze, alkis would call this a moment of clarity, against the wall of the club, isolated from everyone, red head phoenix grinding, non stopping wining, drunk of wine and gin, bend over, skirt pulling over, red high heels, a highlight reel, the way she slithers like an eel, a perfect feel, round and round like a wheel, I hardened like steel,
I steal her from the club, driving drunk, buzzed, feeling brave to drink impaired, she was drunk as well, one hand on the steering wheel another across her thighs, she looked at me drunk and said "was I alright, did I dance nice?", I replied, you were great, time to get home it is getting late, rainy, drizzle late night drive home, we get through the door, she smothers on the bed, she dances and teases like a whore, a geisha in love, the moment stopped again, touches herself from her neck to chest, then hips to thighs, dimming the light, I can't fight, she struts, shakes her butt, on her fours like a mut, and then we make love, to endless moon, flashes of images, she whispers in her ear "don't say a word", blurry, twisting and turning, alcohol in me burning, yearning to explode, like a cannon, a candid moment, making love on top of the highest mountain, a lonely terrain, make up and lipstick stain, satin sheets, she clutches me deep, her nails digging my back and neck, ear bites, neck bites, I can fight, she can't fight, making love till the fall of the night.

Trouble sleeping

i toss and turn at night, I talk when i sleep at night, that's why i write so deep, it gives me sight when i sleep, like a  single candlelight walking along the long dark cave at night, the smoke puts right away to sleep, it closes my third eye when i sleep, thats why i can't sleep, counting sheep, what do i do when i reach infinity, i drift into a place where i have never been before, it is 4 in the morning, it feels like it is 2, but dreams are where my body stays and sleep, it is where the mind roams free, the third eye turned on, no time, no space, nothing, our connection to the unknown, the unconscious mind awakens, walking on the lake, everything is blurry, i walk on water and sail into the harbour, i walk up a little pass 2 plus 4, my feet are dripping water all over the floor.

Stop and think

It would be nice,
to really experience life,
to sail to somewhere today,
to an island that still has not yet been named,
stay on the beach and lay,
all day, to where the sun is out every morning of each day,
feel the ocean beach spray,
when it is done, sleep and do it again the next day.

What a life,
I would die for that,
risk everything for that,
why not?
you're gona die anyway,
why not struggle a little,
dream a little,
meditate a little,
sing away the pain of yesterday,
dream about the rainbow tomorrow,
and wave goodbye to all your sorrows,

No more getting up at 5 am to be at work at 8,
no more boss bitching when you are late,
no more unsatisfied check,
no more regrets,
no more winters,
no more traffic jams,
no more slavery.

Inner peace

proclaims proudly he is proud, he is on a cloud and is never going to step down, always holding his head up accompanied with a frown, a dislike, a fight with his inner light, blind in broad day light, days to nights he fights, so he just might, meditate to figure out his fate, life mistake, lost in the lonely lake, he sits alone and sedates, alone with the moon he waits, the forest breathes, inhale exhale fog rises like a ribcage, caged in his own temptations, peace is only in meditation, moon falls as the night drifts, fades away into a new day, he sits and meditates, om is the word of praise, the days suddenly crumble, he separates from the maze,he laughs at the puzzle, he finds tranquillity in this state, his only saving grace to this plague, he discovers time does not exist, he begins to live

I want it so bad

What do I want so bad,
the life that no human beings would dare to have,
to retire by 30, what a luxury
a true meaning of wealthy,
because I never want to struggle ,
to get out of this economic consumer cycle,

To learn french,
to see where life and death begin,
to free myself from societies stench,
to peak into my soul and find the origin,
to free my mind everyday, to live every second like it was my first
and last, to be free, that is all I ask,

That is the task,
the road ahead is hard,
imagine to bask,
in a beach very far,
to not wear a mask,
not needing a car,
just freedom to drive me,
that is where I want to be,

I will do my best to be free,
loosen and free myself from these chains,
cuffs, no sense in wishing for luck,
just an escape plan,
I want it so bad

Friday night poem

pitiful critical,subliminal minimanl, animal, franatical pupeteers, blind monotheistic, twisted word linguistic, savage instinct, bullshit politics, ticking time bomb,when the guns draw, head chopped off with a hacksaw, dig so bick causing lockjaw, see saw, yee haaw, anorexic and a heavy weight on a see saw, stomping on this government with an bloody paw, can't they see the ghetto, thats living so cold, in a blind, senseless society headed for hell in a blink of an eye you see, but you don't see cos you are blind by the bull on the tv, you buy the shit cos it looks good in tv, and you want to look pretty, well sweety, pretty is underneath, as we speak, buried in you, at the highest peak, at the lowest shores, dig deeper, see the light in the door, walk closer, what you see is a poster, a twist like travolta, a mist, where your reality and ideology meet, as wee speak, inside creates outside, revolutionize, insitutionalized education isn't the only option, self education is growth, a measure of your own worth, birth and death at the same time, one in the same life time, a birth into a world of joy, divorce and death from the material, shedding a new skin, new beginning,

Government! Government!

The streets is polluted,
blind government,
paid puppets,
burning our budget,
what is more important,
the ghetto or a jet?

The pharmaceutical industry is greedy,
they feed me,
medicines that kill me,
I thought they cared,
they choke me,
I need air

The insurance tricked me,
I thought they secured me,
they secured my life in a chamber,
promised to catch me,
bunch of liars,
they laid the hot stones on the ground,
they told me to walk the fire.

Time... what?

Where did yesterday go,
I don't know, I can't hold it,
where is the future, like did the past,
It went by so fast, but only in the present,
we are present,

Time does not exist, like our separateness,
we are one, like the moon and the sun,
the word 'begun' and 'end' don't exist,
a thick mist, I walk, into the unknown,

Where was I when there was no 'I',
as the clock ticks,
flashes across my eye,
this world's tricks,
worries, I use to cry,
but now I know the trick,
now I rebel, like a spy

A wish

a glimpse of you is all I wish, a wink, staring at your window pane leaves me in pain,
walking pass your doorstep,
it is 12, i should leave, but something makes me want to stare,
to a bare silhouette across the moonlit balcony you have me,
lost, a ghost that longs, a lonely walker, night time stalker,
an imaginary lover, you have me hypnotized, it is so late at night,
I should leave,but something inside won't let you be,

as silence would be, another day with no you in my life,
as lonely as can be, another day without you by my side
as dead as i can be, oh so lonely cathartic night,

forever staring, forever wanting,
forever hurting, forever viewing from the street side,
using the street light as my only vision,
place my hands together and pray
and keep on wishing,
that I may be at your doorstep someday

No longer a slave

They put braces on our ankle,
we try to move and mangle,
a sea of locks unable to untangle,
we are shackled,

Searching for the truth,
it seems so obscure,
no matter how obscure,
it is a powerful cure,
a cure for our insecurities,
the perfect immunity,

The government put a gun to my head,
the government place cement on my legs,
pointed the gun at me and said,
feeling the cold barrel on my forehead,
be a slave or be dead,

So I obey,
whatever they say,
call me a slave,
I just want to live the dream,
they slip me a pill,
put me to sleep,
sedation is an easy way to
prison our will,

But I woke up,
I saw the light and chose to get up,
see money is not evil, nor is it good,
merely a tool,
think of it as a key,
more money more keys,
I'm searching for the door of freedom

Shackles

Legalize it! Legalize it!
They scream as they synthesize it,
see the size of it,
no origins, all hybrid,
they make you fly like a bird,
high, mind twirls,
alpha waves pass you by,
fly, and vibrate in your mind,
our hidden genius that the government
tries to hide,

Education is stronger than prohibition,
giving these drugs to our children,
see coke makes us broke,
heroine destroys our arms and veins,
screaming inside, shouts all in vein,
can't escape, mind and body chained,
raped, trapped and locked,
a museum, drug filled mausoleum,
a prison, no wisdom

Keep them afraid! Keep them in the dark,
revolution lost its spark,
the politicians bark, and hark,
but we still travel through the dark,
through the maze shouting 'I AM not afraid',
through the labyrinth,
the Minotaur exhales a thick mist,
fate blows us a kiss,
the next generation sits and waits,
our freedom, waiting for our great escape

Dark days

Losing focus, staying on the path, it is hard to figure out the math, when drugs is the first and last, part of your day, wasted as you lay, in the pit where your feces laid, forgotten and afraid, full of venom and rage, values stuck in a cage while demons are lose, sipping on grey goose, while contemplating whether or not this noose is suited for my... wait what am I saying, I am just playing, playing a balancing game on the roof, tip toeing on the edge of insanity, suicidal, that is just a phase, the mirror doesn't show my face, but has shown what these drugs have done, I am seldom dumb, but I am numb, so I sit and toke, mind running away from the smoke I blow, laughing at a joke, that these drugs will finally get a hold, take its toll, looking out the window, stiff like a scared scarecrow, feeling so low, like 10 years of snow, no sun, that is where depression begun,

I miss that girl

I miss that girl, miss our adventures between the sheets, I miss how your legs would wrap against mine, toes gliding and slowly caressing growing on me like vine, under the open curtains moonlight shines, sipping a full glass of wine, grinning like sex was lingering in your mind, like a cat prrring, eyes wanting, body burning, mouth salivating and yearning, intense and naughty stare twirling your hair, sex in the air, slowing bearing, one by one, i miss that girl, i miss how we used to twirl, engraved in my mind like a mural, but now gone, memory like a funeral, i miss that girl

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Doubt is the illusion,
our mind is the magician,
walking against the brick wall,
it hurts,
I feel it,
is it the body that cries or the mind?

Sit still and not move,
in the silence,
it speaks nothing,
close your eyes,
feel silence, thick
slice it,
feel it,

Quiet I walk,
misty night,
bright moon,
like a hawk,
stoned smile,
mind blooms

Ego and lust

Short skirts, short bursts, fire intense as the last, and as they pass, shaking their cute little ass, I am the ass, I am the snake slithering in the grass, they are the ticket to a burning firey desire, that only the human sensation can provide, I cannot lie, wavy hips, fakes kisses, short wishes, are my vices, but I still indulge, cannot bulge, like a pole in the north, I am frozen, only to be renew, by a new face, new body, new voice, no choice, just closing my eyes and let the choices choose for itself, emotions lost in the field of lust, a pebble in the sand of lust, no sails sailing into the land of lust, sex in the air, virtues fly away, where did they go, I was just preaching about them a while ago, but what took control? my ego..

My thoughts 2

We are the thinker,
are we also the doer,
the prime mover,
the antagonist,
the optimist,
the negative and positive energy that vibrates

We make the decisions,
the decisions are made,
before we were made,
so do we still decide,
or just ride the tide,

"We are the thinker behind the thought",
who thinks the thought?
who decides to quit
who decides to strive,
to drive through all the frustrations

My thoughts

It is raining, I am thinking of life again, thinking what could've been,what once was, now is, what once was so sweet, I just feel beat, just need a friend, just need a hand, just need someone to greet me hello how are you doing, you want some more, self loathing, self depreciating, actions that leave me with no sign of life, so I fight, to struggle to even get a glimpse of the light, but tonite, just me and my thoughts, we share a great bond, a life long, beautiful song that never ends, no regrets, just, just, me and my thoughts.

Tall pretty woman

Like a thief in the night,she sneaked into my mind, poisoning my thoughts, her eyes telling me somthing, begging my soul to lose, flaunting and struting, her body erupting, tall and towering, beautiful and stunning, eyes like pearls shimmering in the ocean bed, i think im lost in her, she has me trapped, no map, trying to find my conscious, rice grain in a haystack, cant stay away or and nap, her soul is haunting me when i relax, like these drugs calling me back to relapse, run laps just to not think about her smile, getting hard imagining her whispering, lipstick grazing my ear, chris stay for the night, it is hard to fight, she has a man alright, when she undresses, all i can say is yes, my mind is telling me it is wrong,  my hands fighting for its right, sex is part of the song, her hips cant be wrong, why is temptation so good, why is doing wrong so easy, why does it have to be her, my new nickname, mr. homewrecker.

A walk outside I notice a dead tree

Crooked is the wind as it blows against my thin skin,rough hands as it climbs the tree of death decay and deceit, a widow, the leaves fall off, separate, skinny branches look like skinny fingers of death, fear comes near, cold wind shivers, the moonlight quivers, the shadows come nearner,  heart beating like african drums, i close my eyes, praying my beliefs paint a wall of hope,

Can't sleep

Thousand sheep and counting,
Staring at the ceiling,
Cant sleep again,
Mind wandering,
Isomia is like an Unending road,
Haunted memories,
Lonely night lonely home
The only ghost awake,
Tired but cant retire,
Staring at the shelf but cant expire,
Hungry groggy
No taste no feeling,
Peace, i forgot the feeling

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I look at my life and how it used to be,
everything is new to me,
nothing is real,
but everything is,
the life is a test,
problem is a quiz
doubts are fake,
hope is the quest,
the mind,
a barrier we must brake,
the soul is steel,
why do we fear our wake,

To fear death is to fear life,
to fear life is to fear love,
so I don't love, but I love life,
I stray from love,
I fear death too,
get the puzzle?
don't worry,
I am confused too

Blue, black orange, green,
colours schemes,
shades or vibration,
real life or imitation,
questions linger,
and dangle on my finger,
I point the finger,
to find the truth,
point to the moon,
is the truth my finger,
or what I am pointing to?

Men and diary

Dear diary, I've been having a hard time you see, can't you see, but you can't so let me let you let me view my life, through my eyes, with no disguise,with no compromise, cos I am my own prize, I am my own mind, my own man, following my own plan, it has been so long since I have had control over what goes on, patrol, in control, no longer in the back seat, playing the back seat driver, second commander, push over, no say in the directions, but dear diary, how long has it been when we last spoke to Him, I know it is hard to believe but we have to believe, we can't do this on our own, life is a gift, and I feel sorry for people who don't see it, like an inanimate object, statue with no motion or virtue, lifeless, soul-less, their language is ignorance, mine, competence, self-growth, self confidence, a life sentence to eternal happiness.

In my dreams

In my sleep,
Dark nights,
shadows creep,
turn off the lights,
corner of my dreams,
reality fades,
like smoke,
like mirrors

In my sleep,
ebony falls,
white rose,
red wine,
broken glass,
cigarette smoke,
green grass,
hollow cell,
no tales,
in my sleep

In my sleep,
perfume sweet,
moon turns to sun,
nightmare has begun,
eyes open,
eyes close,
breathing heavy,
breathing slow,

Cold sweat,
forehead wet,
curtains sway,
moon sails away,
in my dreams,
dark as it may seem,
butterfly dreams

Lifeless painting

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Let me hold you, let me touch you, I created you therefore I can love you, take you, to a place you've never been to, to a feeling you've never experienced, sex in its finest, pencil painted, tainted, love drawn, drunk off gin, toxic tonic, let me draw you, I am yours and you are mine, shades of grey, as the day passes turns to night I toil to make you a perfect, like soil I fertilize, harmonize the textures and the shades, dark to light, morning light greets you, but you stay the same, you are perfect, every angle, two dimensional, no flaws, it is too bad you cannot speak, it is too bad you cannot dream, hanging you from wall,soon you will understand, I cannot hold you but I can stare, and wish I can touch your perfect hair, sculpted shoulders, ribs, hips, belly button, the tone is a bit off, so let me fix that, erase that, lips, sweet figs, a portrait of perfection, perfect complexion, you will always be in my dreams, my beautiful, lifeless painting.

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By:Stacy Stranzl

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Reverse

Let me tell this story backwards, 

phone ringing, eleven twenty seven in the morning, slowly walking backwards creeping into the room, the door closes, striking a pose of regrets, lights turn on in the room, tracing steps back to the washroom, face towl dry then wet by the water in the faucet, spitting back into my mouth the mouth wash mix, close the water faucet, like rewinding the vcr set, belt unbuckling, polo shirt unbuttoning, pants dropping, back to bed, eyes shut, reverse the time to 3 am, here I am, on top of her, hard like a battering ram, from one pose to another, reverse back to missionary, on her back laying breathing heavily, visionary, shouts of climax goes back into my mouth, sperm jumps back into my sac, condom returns to the pack, undo the kiss, undo the tongue, polishing the gums, gum flies on the floor back to her mouth, whispers backwards "wait can't I, yours am I", puts her bra back on her chest, walking backwards facing the light forms a silhouette, from the bed she pushes me forward back to her arms, puts on her charm necklace, hurriedly clothes attach back with pace, pick up the key card on the floor, walk out the door into the hallway walking, back down the stairs, back to the cab, back to the club, back to the first wink, before the first dance, before the first drink, before the music's trance, before we said hello, it was at that moment, our eyes met and our souls let go.

Slaves

As we fall slave to the Illuminati, how dare I say thee, so they chain me, slave me, but I still write in spite of what they might say, or if they may take my freedom away, I write for the youth, for the lost, for the damned, the sickened, the scammed, cos he is raising an army, but I stand before thee with my pen and my pad, quiver while my right hand shivers while writing vigorously, and spontaneously coming up with thoughts and actions that can help separate me from the beast, they feast on the weak, corporate giants stealing the passion from the soul, keeping us half so we will never discover we are whole, soul trapped and locked, invisible box, mental locks, like marx said; slavery is not dead, it just grew another head, named itself a JOB, instead of following our passion, they kill Christ while we gradually develop vices to spice up our life, we close our eyes, fall into a trance at night, the following day is just another replay, another week, another month, every second our life is gone, dwindles while spending on little things that mean little to nothing, sending subliminal minimal messages through TV ads, they should go to jail for their criminal acts, but they pay the heads of state, forget the tax.

Inspired by: http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/kathy_paysen/seeds_of_nightmares#comment-63616

Fallen women

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she is trapped, her body is presently a present, but an ominous curse, she flirts with her little skirts, winks at cute guys, she is trapped, body as old as time, shaped like an hour glass, no where else can you find, magnificent how she struts in public, a wink and a kiss at her male puppets, name anything she wants and she's got it, amazing sight when she bends over for it, now who is the puppet, it is the consumer, the producer or the abuser, they say we attract our kind well, she is a magnet for fools, thats why she was abused, and she will be always the victim of being used, she is trapped, even beautiful people pay tax, you think beauty is a gift, thick and sweet like black strap molasses, even beautiful people pay taxes, long legs like giraffes, and many says, you deserve what you gets, is your money maker between your legs, long orange hair, wild in the bedroom, screaming top of her lungs with no care, legs in the air, lust in her breath, marshmallow breasts, caramel for skin, reverse cowgirl, up and down like carousel, climaxing, squeezing her skin like braille, unsavory smell, taste of regret after she breaks a sweat, nothing else

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11.25x9.5 inch diptych
2009.

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By:STACY STRANZL. fine artist.

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Pink Butterfly

pink is the colour of my eyes, viewing this pink butterfly, pink is the colour of my hair,short hair don't care, a phoenix soaring in the free air, free from the shackles that society keeps, reaps, painting blindfold not thinking how the portrait is going to hold, so unfold the sheets, release the curtains and breathe life in this portrait, forfeit every emotion let the mind take over, locomotion, spiritual escape, fingers move at a steady pace, slowly choosing colour, blending and mixing, mashing and creating, the creative process is a mystery, like god we can't see but we are at its mercy, so I continue to gaze this portrait with amazement, they say the artists paints the picture, but could it be the portrait painting the artist, the hand brush holding the hand, the colours being chosen, we live to paint or do we paint to live, so we escape, our body a shell, the butterfly is where our soul dwells.

Nightmares

thy, thy, thy, I see nightmares in thy eyes, demise, sickness for you are infected, beneath the bed you sleep I see and I feel your body paralyze, can't move, thy thy thy, i see nightmares in thy eyes, im on the bed paralyzed, some lady devilishly says "thy thy thy i see nightmares in thy eyes", says it again ,and again, poisons my mind like lead, then she carves it on the bed spread, on the bed edge, on the wooden grain, while im helpless in this terrain, shocked from fear, overcome by not pain, but by numbness, im feeling helpless as her voice smothers me with the deadly poem, "thy thy thy", i want to get up, feet up, move up, but can't move, body bruised, chained and handcuffed, can't run muck, lying and sitting their like a skinless duck,like a virgin waiting to get...., i feel a grip on my hand, harder, harder, i can't move, i want to scream, i want to shout, i use all my will to burst into tears, but all i feel is the grip getting tighter, and tighter, harder, paralyzed, as i again hear the voice saying "thy thy, nightmare in thy eyes", im scared, hopeless, helpless, smothered by her eerie voice as it sets the room trembling, the cold air screaming, the hair on my head bleaching, white, as if a ghost, but in spite, im still trying to move, i let out a scream, "AHHH!" i look at the clock, its 6:33, it was a dream,

Guys catch feelings too

can you call me? why didn't you call me, can you console me? am I lonely? no, just hungry, so feed me, do I sound needy? greedy? need attention desperately? do I come across as a far fetched dog wishing for the wishing bone, it is not that I just want to bone, just want to get you home, fun times with chris alone, but why don't you call, did you just develop phone illiteracy, what is this policy, do you want the player to get on his knees, beg for your graces, please call me, because this silence is killing me, they say men don't catch feelings, but I got a net and like chips I can bet, if feelings were water I would be wet, if feelings were memory I would never forget, so call me, don't tell me you are busy, cos we used to talk till late, now we don't even get to go out for dates, you used to not hesitate, but now you bring out the brakes, won't even let me in first base, but I can't see it now, am I just being too sensitive, too sticky, oh yea I know what it is, my heart tricked me, and you've have been burned before so you are doing it to me, but I understand the universe, karma is a bitch and, okay you've switched, but at least give me the decency to say "hey, this isn't working out, I'm done, gone bye", that would've been nice, so I'm sending this out to the girls that have done me that way, peace!!

No love

no love, why do we love, is it because we want to know what it is, or what it feels,or maybe it can change our dreams while we sleep, no love, totally misunderstood, like standing in the middle of the street with a quarter short of the bus fee with rain pouring flooding your feet, or walking on clouds, cumulo nimbo, sometimes you get lost no vision stuck in a limbo, but sometimes you feel free, standing tall, making love, loving life like it was free, smiling from ear to ear and smiling with no dimples of fear, but then you look down and you see hell, see doubt, distraught, lost, damned, and you ask yourself why this happened, but you look at the face that you once cherished, and you try to speak with words that have been garnished, but the words don't come out, instead you just let her read the emotions hanging on your head, wondering if you'll ever feel the softness of her bed, love is better when it sleeps with monogamy, like is better when you stare into her eyes, kiss her lips, run your hands down her hips, gently kissing every part never missing a spot, but then you retrace your steps, and you remember the survival skills that have kept you alive, individuality, thats one of the attributes that you can never distribute, but sometimes we lose our way and rely our happiness in her presence, but i just pick up my pen and tell reality that i'll be absent for the next 20 minutes, prepare for my ascent...

Gyals are crazy

I thought I knew you, girls are crazy, lead me, into believing that I knew you, but I didn’t, you tricked me, or maybe I tricked me, I did not know that, one kiss could make me believe that, we could be together, time well spent could grow into forever, I really thought that we could grow together, lay together, friends and lovers forever, but I guess I was wrong, too sprung, off the weed and rum, gin and henney, please forgive me, someone told me, it takes two to tango, but your lips taste as sweet as mango, I guess it was both our fault, we both kept our love in a vault, I should have told you, you should have showed me, what I really meant to you, and I had just forsaken you, please forget me, I want to forget you, my heart bleeds blue, my lungs even weep too, but there are no tears, no gears could ever shift my feelings towards you, so I’ll make it simple, fuck what am I saying I really miss your dimple, or your simple smile, oh please stay for awhile, but my heart is talking, just keep walking, the other direction, my mind is talking now, I’ll never let my heart do the thinking, from now on, I will never won’t, I meant never will, it’s my mind that’s doing the loving, because hearts break and minds don’t, so I’m going to sign the will, never let my heart spill, or slip up, never love never fuck up, never love like a virgin, forget my heart’s origin, just swim in the gin, or get lost in the gym, that’s what I do, to forget you, I promise I’ll get through.

Stormy night

as the sky sets the day ends, dark meets light, twinkle light from the light house signals the coming of the moonlight, wave the sun goodbye, enter the light of the dark, ignited by the yellow spark, flame illuminates from the night light enters my eye, dark shadows camouflaged by purple rain, red jealousy, passionate kiss, velvet lipstick, thick fog drifts from the window pane, lovers in vain, cold ice, golden robe, black woven vice, white cotton pillow sheets, we land in a bed of red roses, half shadow half skin, passionate kissing, moonlight silhouette, paint the picture in black and white so we do not forget, only a memory, seldom diving into this indulgence, pungent scent of lust filled sweat, seal with kiss so we do not forget.

Inspired by: http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/kathy_paysen/purple_rain#comment-63444

Tango with the devil

Shall I dance with the devil, he has me on strings like japetto, so I let go, a twirl, a dance, a strange trance, we swing hand by hand, endless romance, devilish grin while I fall deeper within, charming smile, liquid cocaine for lips, hemp for scent, meth for eyes, just look as he glides, and me, as he slides, his hands against mine, hell fire and brimstone never felt so inviting, so enlightening, It rains, I don't even see the lightning, we walk the long road and forgotten, traveled by the forbidden, so help me, I am the forsaken, so shall I dance, entering this trance, the moon turns red, the sun has bled, the night is the day while the day cries, my soul rides the eternal dance, I am slowly drifting from purgatory, I see regrets, I see demise, I see sickness, am I part of this category, springs of blood waterfalls, so gory, the path is short and easy, I looked into his eyes, I fell for his charm, he snatched my soul from within, I guess I fell for sin


Inspired by: http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/willow/dance_with_the_devil_italian_octave_modern#comment-63414

Imaginary lovaa

Tell me your secrets, don't depart, open your soul and show me a piece of your heart, show the breeze, kisses are what I need, show me how to feel, whisper in my ear while I dream, and when I wake, show me those brown eyes, let down your pride, flash me your smile, stay for a while, why are you leaving, I sense grieving, don't walk out, don't leave now, oh sweet memories don't leave me, not ever, you and me, If i have to, I'll trap you, so you and me, can be, can go, somewhere, no one knows, if only I, I, I can let you lose from my imagination, then we can always be in our paradise vacation, but I will never roll the dice, never take that chance, 1 second of this day dream, 1 minute of this imaginary dance, the trance stops, life begins, it is only you, my one and only dream.

Inspired by: http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/filipinaballerina/mahal_kita#comment-63410