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,