About a Friend

He dissapeared, reappeared, left again and took the ball. Gave memories to the game of life, but I fear something, somehow went wrong. Many moons and different tunes have been sung under trees thats tall. Your words were tuned to strike a nerve, though I wonder did they happen... at all?

I'm sitting here with everclear letting the breeze carress my face, i'm hopeful now, i don't know how, or what erasure did take place. My mind is clean, no time to seeth, or bubble in eternal sulfer. Just these gusts, my trusty gut, it beats like drums forged in a fire.

In books of life i found your name, i'm sorry for the bitter pain. I think of rain and how it falls, in symphony it drizzles, and in this hour I realize that your life was like a riddle. Few could crack, like laden backs that don't succumb to stone. There's no need to atone, you made it on your own. It's kinda jacked.. really in fact.. some come and face this life alone. Yet in the stars you found your home, it reasons rhymes right off the dome.

Your always with me, never not, the way we grew up to be taught, about existential fares. Your ticket stubs right over there. This lifes a labyrinth but man. You saw me for just who I am. I'm glad we got to kick the shit, you carry on in conciousness. And it aint even that you died, just passed the puck and said farewell. I hope you have a mellow ride to places where your welcomed still.

✌

EVERYONE DESERVES A VOICE

EVERYONE DESERVES A VOICE


Represent the unrepresented.

Thats what the task is

Thats constructive use of voice

And when you speak address the atlas


The gloves are off, but I spy governement flimsy

Why else would they try to mute me sending freebies

The greater truth and justice pursuit,

the greater punishment

Thats why we need to abolish our greed,

and form a brothership

Our bravest souls are thinned out,

waiting for the mothership

Yet your outside your element,

when your not in the club with crisp

Have a goulish hand curling fingers 'round a cancer stick

And the lack of daylight has clearly gone to your head

I attended the movies, it felt like dawn of the dead

Represent the unrepresented,

Thier voiceless lips that shiver

Drawing signs of wisdom like an arrow out the quiver

But to you its looking old in your absence of soul

All this knowledge smothered out by what you know

An unknown, is the father unable to see his children

But he's willing..

A solider who cannot carress his girlfriend

Yet he's killing..

A homeless person in a mental whirlwind

Whats he feeling?

Don't you see that everyones a story?

I've been reading..

So stand up for the lonely uninvited

For Sparta, or at lease a part of... Leonidas

We've been given ability like Nightingale has melody

Why disregard our own and slump in envys seat??

Aint it obvious..

Through solid sense of apathy we've accepted this catastrophe

Created and controlled by an asphyxiated logic

Whats choked out the vocal cords of freedom?

Weight of pocket, desire to profit, so imma hop off it

The sinking ship that most enlist to sail to land of promise

Me I remained silent, strong on self reliance

But generals see differently than privates..

Represent the unrepresented, the untouchable

Even if this makes their masks uncomfortable

You'll be glad at the purpose that emerges to the surface

And the true sense of discernment that dawns in you

I promise you.

✌

Spiral Staircase

Read these tension lines like a story
Although I appear young, I am also those who came previously
This beating drum of flesh within my chest
Is woven with a million mortal memories

It appears in this sense, I have lived many lives, loved countless loves, and danced to its bluesy rhythms. Eternal, immortal? I don't know. Just that this skin is true, and that beaneath it truer still.

We all wish to leave something behind, like a gemstone to a family member. In our right minds, we all wish to contribute.  A painting, a poem, a tear. Just to bridge beauty with the soul once more.

I am an old soul. I speak with a spritual draw. That will not be muted amongst the applause. I am a result of everything I have seen, in this beloved space recognized as a dream. I am... an author a poet, though you may not know it,  I am the beauty that loves forever more

Real Growth

Imo society has seldom demanded or required a person to be mature, intelligent or operate from integrity. Usually these traits are brought about by one who has an internal driver to seek them, or life rattles an individual to the point they have to face the facts and handle thier suffering in a different way.

We are a culture of ideals and morals, rules and regulations. These rules are often assumed as good and necessary, but how seldom that realization is someones own. The diffrence of knowing integrity and living it are like knowing about the events of WW1 from a textbook versus experiencing the zones of combat, the press chambers, or an intimate friends death. When you live it, taste it, experience it, it becomes your own.

  Talk is cheap. Imo.. we are a very immature and idealistic species. We arent taught how to acess our potential in school, and often we arent guided by our peers to a higher aim in life. Even religions have fallen short, they have failed.

We create a code of conduct,  but rather paying homage to the creator, instead we idol the code, fall below the code and are forced to act it out. When someone goes against it, there is judgement, distress, and gossip. When someone rises above it there is praise, reward, and awe. Its lies in the mechanics of it all.

But.. youve gotta leave theoreticals and deal with whats at hand in the best way you can. Rising above social conditioning (which is violence) takes everything we have. It takes time, effort, sacrifice, patience, resource, it takes self understanding. Real growth is in the hands of those unafraid to go against the masses, someone with courage to seek the truth and reciprocate it to others too. Real growth. Real knowledge, comes from direct experience.

Stop making more ideals and start realizing the significance of the ones your sitting on. Stop projecting outward and your journey of self knowledge begins. Its a relationship you can grow along side till your hour of death. Its the big picture, the heros journey. It doesnt belong to anyone, until it trusts its belonging to you. Once you claim it, noone can rob you of it. Its so essential.

Quiet Storms

Tension rises in the world
Ugly, rearing, fierce and mean
Who is the foul beast?
That gave birth to this machine

Mellow on the surface
In quiet complication
Rising 'neath the Earth crust
The wakes of confrontation

Stupidity, it overflows
While lines form in front of voter poles
Is this how we change the globe?
Policies and strange reform

I write this for the yet unborn
Dreaming bars that keep them blind
Filled with angst, and violent scorn
The hallmarks of our human "kind"

Decades pass and so do we
Older still but none the wiser
All our attempts to solve for Y
Another strand of worldly fiber

My patience has grown dry
Like tongues that chirp and chatter
I'm waiting for the day
We reach the point we're after

But that will never happen
Because we are so far apart
While quiet storms are lasting
Within this troubled heart

Diary

If you think of me and you feel kindness, love, and the presence of a friend then I have succeeded. If you think of me and feel envy, boastfulness, guilt and doubt, then I have failed.

Life is crazy. I love you, thank you, forgive me. There are endless paths and ways and if ours crossed.. thank you. I wish I could say more or express this love I feel, but perhaps you will have to discover this all for yourself.

It wont be long till there is only light, peace, and transcendence. Until all unfolds from an empty will. So know I love you and God is better and more beautiful than ever imagined. I cannot express the unexpressable or contain the uncontainable. Just know.. and feel.. and find your way.

I love you.

In the Silence

Hush my child, do not seek
Or weaken yourself unnecessarily
The rolling waves that make us speak
Leave, and grant no further utility

In the absence of the world,
The ending of the walls of which
Have been constructed during the hour
We fade, and close our eyes to rest..

As flowing scenes within a dream
Now everythings found open
And all our explanations fade
Within this golden moment

Dawn is tucked away once more
While night emerges in triumph
And so we find our games and lore
Swallowed by the silence

Here we are as spirits
Spectors bearing witness
An avalanche, a quiet storm
Of truth, love, and forgiveness

Here we are like lively ghosts
Hollowed as the father
Full of breeze, and ancient code
Beyond what words can author

Tonight before you slip to dream
Holding tight to blankets
Know within your heart of hearts
The silent hour approaches

This hour is of secret
The strangest form of magic
It blooms beside a quiet mind
As silence sweeps the atlas