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,