Journey (segment) 3/15/2012

Everything means something,

Yet nothing means anything.

I walk through the lighted darkness

Together with my four shadows.

As above, so below.

Fall out of the light

My shadow disappears.

Ghostlike…

Floating through the moments;

The light comes back…

I continue to walk.

Validation 3/15/2012

I am not closed. Yet I am.

I am inside. And outside.

Forever lingering in this potential space.

Never satisfied.

I yearn for more.

Not more, new, different, unique.

Like me.

But you?

I need you.

I wish I didn’t.

I do.

You are a part of me.

Acknowledge it.

Acknowledge me.

Validation.

SnowGlobe. circa 12/5/2011

Trapped, in a transparent world:

No way in or out.

No thoughts enter, no thoughts escape.

Complete isolation.

Yet in their ignorance they live

What seems to be a blissful existence.

With happiness and love that extends

Not past themselves.

There is one that knows,

One who can see through the glass.

Willing to risk their lives

They break through:

Shattering humanity’s perfect globe.

Cautiously they venture forth

Into the cold darkness.

Through which they find their true purpose.

Purification. circa 2009

A heavy feeling lingers throughout the land; the feeling of burden and routine.  It seems as though the earth itself is weary and tired. Suddenly, the blazing sun's view becomes obscured by a dark cape.  In the distance, a flash of light sparks.  The grumbling of a thousand hungry lions invades the air and causes the earth to tremble.  Eyes, worn by constant sunlight, fill with hope as they gaze toward the dark abyss ahead.  Longing, yearning, waiting for a drop.  It seems as though all the world has held its breath in anticipation.  Finally, the first droplet touches the earth.  One by one they land, like flower petals atop calm water.  Slowly they are joined by more.  A steady beat is finally found and they drop as one.  The soft, cold wind delicately flows by, like an angel illuminating the proper course.  Faintly, she sprinkles a mist of water upon all in her way, as if to entice them into a sense of clarity.  Gently, the water falls; enveloping all in its path, caressing each and every object.  Sweet sounds of the collision of earth and sky reverberate.  Another flash streaks across the sky, another band of hope.  The trembling of the earth becomes more frequent, a sigh of relief.  The wind becomes more determined to show the way, and earthworms dance across the moist ground.  Still the water pours down from the heavens.  As a clean, crisp scent rises from the ground, the steady fall quickens, and soon, nothing is left untouched.  Every creature, every plant, every sturdy rock is cleansed; ready for a new beginning.  

PureTrueLove 4/23/2012

   Something's wrong here.  I don't know exactly what it is...but something's definitely off.  Yes it's Springtime and love is in the air, but it doesn't feel right.  The love here is different.  It's almost like it's not understood in the same way.  People here talk about love all the time, if not directly, then indirectly.  Everyone wants it, wishes it was everywhere, so they scatter it everywhere.  But what's being spread isn't love.  It's not. Love is not a word you say to someone, it's a feeling that you have for them, and if you're lucky, share with them.  A feeling you can't ever completely understand, because that takes the novelty from it.  I want love, but not this kind.  And I'm not picky or high maintenance.  I just know that I need something stronger, deeper, purer, than this.

     I don't want a love that rises and falls like the sun.  I don't want it to become a task, a chore, an obstacle.  I can't have it be rooted in passion because eventually the fuel will disappear.  I don't want anything too one-sided.  I don't want the idea of "give and take" to even exist.  I don't want room for jealousy. I don't want to have to demand respect.  I don't want a love based on a selfish need.  I don't want it to bind me, suffocate me, imprison me.

    I want a love that's freeing.  One that allows me to love myself for reasons I'm currently unaware of.  When he looks at me I want to feel beautiful. When he holds me I want to believe that I've reached the safest place in the world.  I want to smile to myself when I smell remnants of his cologne in my hair.  I want him to want to talk to me solely to hear my voice, my laughter.  I want us to allow each other to see the world through each other's eyes.  I want honesty, respect, comfort.  I want to share everything, the most intimate things.  I want him to be my best friend.  I want him to make me a better person.  I want my world to come alive.  I want this love, this essence to overwhelm me.  I want its beauty to drive me to tears. 

      It's out there...it has to be.

Our Eyes Are Open 3/30/2010

 You think we don't, but we know

the hopes and promises are all for show.

The counterculture freaked you out

so you brewed us a subtle sleeping draught.

We took it quietly, without a fight.

But now we know that just ain't right.

Action, not words can spark the flame.

People today refuse to take the blame.

We need to open our ears and ask the world,

get rid of borders and flags unfurled.

"Everyone has so much to say"

People to fool and masks on display.

Who in the world do we think we are

to have the biggest house, the fastest car?

"Money ain't got no heart and money ain't got no soul"

Can't always be a "Big Shot" in the words of Billy Joel.

Wealth isn't measured by selling our fears,

just the respect we earn from our peers.

Open your eyes and look around.

If you're not lost you cant be found.

The wind and trees speak soft to you

they tell you what you ought to do.

Take control and change your ways

"The worlds a stage", you write the plays.

For once in your life, open your mind,

help each other, be loving and kind.

Cause no one's as perfect as they appear.

We all got anger, we all got tears.

The hippies that you sent to war

didn't even know what they were fighting for.

They wanted freedom, equal rights.

They wanted peaceful days and nights.

Listen to the young, listen to the bold.

I think it's time we break the mold.

We've pulled the shades off of our face

there is no gender, age, or race.

We're together, one and all,

"together we stand, divided we fall."

This duality will kill us now.

We can't survive, we don't know how.

Now we speak in one strong voice.

You made us choose, we made our choice.

We won't take any more of your lies.

If one person's saved, a hundred more die.

And now we won't go back to sleep

We've seen our families, seen them weep.

You can't stop us now, our road is slopin'

Our eyes are open, our eyes are open.

Let it Break Upon You...8/16/2010

The world is what we want it to be. The power we all possess is immense, sometimes frightening if it is let into the minds of those who do not comprehend that our power must be joined in order for it to work.  Imagine, not one or two, but 6 billion temples of thought focused onto a single point. In each of us, lives a piece of greatness and potential, like a piece of shattered glass that has been torn from it's brothers.  If each of us can find our shattered piece, however small, and share it with our brothers, we may be able to once again hold the glass, complete, in our hands to fill with whatever we desire. Each one of our pieces is a reflector of light on its own, but only when all the pieces join will we have the power to channel that light and form a single rainbow.  In some, the speck is hidden deep within them, so they are not aware of the light and power their piece holds; but i understand.  My life is beautiful because I cannot imagine living any other way.  Now we must assist others in seeing their piece in this puzzle.  The world is what we want it to be. And with only our collective thoughts, we can alter the illusions we live in.                         

I Walked Into a Cloud. circa 3/30/2011

I walked into a cloud today;

  An illuminated cloud.

Not one that obscures the vision and envelops the light

  but one that makes the world clearer.

Perhaps because it made the world simpler.

  I could not see  before me or behind me.

All that was visible were my immediate surroundings,

  only where i was stepping next.

It clouded all thought of what was to come

  and what i had left behind

All speculations and worries of these things disappeared

  as their silhouettes were engulfed by a blinding whiteness.

I wasn't alone in finding a peaceful solace in this cloud

  there were others who came and went; drawn by the same enticing abyss.

They floated in and out of my vision as ghosts,

  in the light yet leaving no trace of shadow.

Their faces and features were concealed

  yet I felt their presence.

We all came because we were searching for something

  whether that was an answer, a refuge, or merely creative inspiration was unclear.

Either way we were connected; breathing in rhythm with the breaking waves

  isolated in our thoughts from the outside world.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight broke through the mist tearing away our created sanctuary;

    But the thoughts, emotions, and feelings it provided could never be torn away.

I walked into a cloud today...

Grain by Grain 4/30/2012

Sitting inside after a very long day,

I began to feel bound, suffocated.

So, I stepped out into the cool night air.

Instantly, I felt the release;

The wind through the trees mirrored my scattered thoughts.

I walked on, breathing deeply with every stride.

Unwavering in my destination, always the same,

I headed toward the abysmal sea.

As I was overlooking the deep mass of water

I couldn't help but see the story...

             That night beneath the tranquil stars

             even the ocean was tumultuous.

             The sharp threats of the merciless seagulls

             could not drown the ocean's deafening roar.

             Huge waves of power rose and fell

             Each seemingly trying to break the rigid shoreline.

             The celestial bodies illuminated the darkness of the night;

             Reflecting intermittent glimpses of light

             upon every inch of the water.

             The entire ocean was waging war.

             Even the stillest of areas were stirred by underlying currents.

             There was something beautiful in the force of the massive giant.

             Relentless, powerful, determined. The intentions were clear.

             Each wave dismantled bits and pieces of the sand.

             Grain by grain, an extremely tedious task.

And as I looked over the unrelenting masses

I understood that the efforts would not go unnoticed.

Eventually erosion would tear down the shoreline.

Grain by grain.

                                 

Beautiful World 8/31/2011

It's a beautiful world we live in...

      We walk through alleyways stained with blood,

      Thirsty families straining water from mud.

      Bullet shots being fired in and on the street,

      Obesity's a problem, yet nothing to eat.

      We see the government supported genocide

      On land with nothing to give, so we turn a blind eye.

      The stench of the oil spill lingers on the beach.

      They drown out their lies with another deafening speech.

      Everywhere now, torture and war are the norm,

      Ignored are the cries of the hungry children born.

      Only money is needed to pass a bill,

      If global warming won't kill us then our hatred will.

It's a beautiful world we live in...

     We walk through sun kissed emerald trees.

     Multi-racial families living in peace.

     Laughter rings through paper thin walls.

     Friends pick us up, every time we fall.

    We see neighbors lending a helping hand

    on the torn-down, devastated, broken land.

    The salvation army smells of a fresh apple pie.

    The people fight for truth and tear down the lie.

    Love and life pervade all the homes,

    no one's forgotten, no one's alone.

    If we shared, everyone would get their fill.

    We have to save this now, and with our love, we will.

It's a beautiful world we could live in.

                

Art. 3/31/2012

Art. Manifestation of pain.

     Medicine. Release. Escape.

Pain feeds our dissatisfaction, frustration, imperfection.

     A struggle for meaning, deeper purpose, validation.

Remedies.

The colors bleed through our every pore,

Our shortened breaths gasp beautiful poetry,

Broken bones erect everlasting statues

Dances unite tattered souls and mangled bodies.

      The food, the drive, is rooted.

      Inexplicable anomie.

Pain in beauty.

Fly ash fuels the furnace.

High to low, low to high.

      Otherwise we'd be level. Mind. Body. Spirit.

We have our works of art.

      Breath-taking

      Heart-stopping 

      Tear-jerking

      Mind-blowing.

So incredibly beautiful

                                 it hurts.

                                

A Deep Breath 8/31/2011

Living is really not as hard as the world sets it out to be.

All you do is take deep breaths and let yourself be free.

This freedom doesn't come from bills or words or laws;

but it comes from the release of one's fears and one's flaws.

You'll never try to beat the best if you fear being put down.

You'll never know how high you'll soar if your feet won't leave the ground.

Learn from the past and never forget, but always make sure

not to dwell 'cause its the past that makes today worth living for.

Some are so afraid of death that they will never try,

but what's the point of having life if you've never been alive?

Be who you are and do as you please and grow along the way.

To start to live outside this box, do just as I say.

"Give your love no matter what" and yes you will feel pain.

But "what you reap is what you sow", it's "like sunshine after rain."

Take deep breaths and be aware of each second that you live.

Open your eyes, look inside, give all you have to give.

To seize each day is an act for which i truly yearn,

teach me to breath and laugh and play, I really want to learn.

                               

Flutter 2/20/2012

Restless, wandering, scattered, scrambled, reaching, yearning, grasping, gasping,

Aimlessly.

For what?

    Air, comfort, hope, love, life, purpose.

I'm more and more like a butterfly every day,

Every day I see more similarities.

Today, the fleeting nature,

     delving deep but never staying for long.

Loyal to a few, coming back for more.

     Then off again, taking the nectar.

Restlessness, a need to go, a need to move.

Can't sit here, a want for inspiration, want for connection,

       want for love.

Where is it?
I can't find it.

       Nothing here is unconditional.

Love.

Pain.

Duality.

Unity.

Love.

White noise. Everywhere (stop), buzzing (stop), ringing (stop),

whispers (stop), chatter (stop), Shushing...rattling...screaming

STOP!

I want silence.      
  
      Purity.  Honesty.

Sometimes there's no need for words.

         It's okay.
         Breathe.

         Listen.

         Feel.

         It's okay.

Joy, she said.

Sad, didn't even cross my mind.

True, only to those who stop to notice.

Singing, dancing, hopping, laughing,

      leaping, flying, up, down, high, low, crash.

Silence.