Laughter

I laughed and you laughed through me, did you hear it?  I smiled and you smiled, did you feel it?  Can’t  you see it?  Though this life is tangled, the web weaved not by you, or me, but by the journey we seasoned, enhancing the moments,  then, now, and yonder, on through eternity.

We love, we lose, the ego, likes to be

But I laughed alone, and in the moment, I felt it, I felt you laugh through me.  A smile crept, it crept up through me, as I paddled through the abyss, of everlasting sanctuary. Never will I look back, and feel regrets, for there are none more to see.

For I laughed, with you, and without, and both times, I felt it, you laughed through me.

To the World – 3.26.17

Evolve my resolve if only to solve (if only to solve)

Life’s biggest questions with more questions than answers

While you stay sleep  I be woke, then I spoke, we stoke the fire, now smoke

Signals flying high through the air, ask my thoughts on the sign, I just don’t care,

Cause Life just ain’t fair

And I ain’t gone be a scare, I ain’t gone be a scare

It’s time to shine, my rhymes gone rhyme, about damn time

No time, oh, now you fine?

Fucked up

Insecure

Neurotic

Emotional

F.I.N.E. that’s cool cause I ain’t got nothing but love for each all, friends, family, loved ones, past present future, and any who may be an enemy

Cause the reflections, they vast, and they true, and guess what, it’s all me, that includes you. We fucked and we free.  The Universe is Chaos, but that’s what it means to be.

We and we free.  The Chaos has meaning, but that’s what’s chaotic in being.

So let it be, can’t you see, can’t we see, smile for me, smiles ‘n deeds.

Now look in the mirror, the tide of recedes

Part the veil, the tide washes in, a new rise, the sun rise, it lifts up beyond Her, His, Your, My, Our Cries

Our Cries

Our Cries

Our Cries are the audible sound of the ethereal tears of Love, of Joy, of All that the Creator set in motion with the Word.

 

 

Broken, No, New

Broken dreams
Broken themes
Broken screams
Empty beams
Or shades
Of light no longer linger
For just a flicker, a glimmer, of hope arises
My inner gleam can’t be denied no further
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
No dreams
No themes
No screams
Cause I’ve most more found meaning
In believing in Love within
So fuller
For as the hope expands
My inner gleam stretches yonder
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
New dreams
New themes
New screams
Of joy linger
along for
I’ve found what I sought all
along. I’ve found who I fought
all along.  I’ve found out how
myself can be so full at last
So then, so long, I say farewell
despair, adios, see you later
It’s my time to shine, never mind the ego mind
Say goodbye, go ahead I dare
ya to
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme

A Poetic 45 – Week 01

A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun

The Earth turns upon Axis, once more, has it won, and yet neither here nor there will we be, until the death of this sun

So small, is each life, so vast, why build strife?  Why build walls?

What point is it to divide?  To conquer?  Questions I ask, yet so many questions, I myself have failed to ask and live so who I am, when in a way, I have also lied, in essence create divide?

Protagonist in chief, no antagonistic thief, media thievin’ ya, but when governance fails to uphold the standard of human decency, who is it, brother, oh sister, that be deceivin’ ya?

Who is it that be deceivin’ ya?

A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun…

 

Dust

When the walls, the walls come a tumbling, tumbling down, down, down, there’s nothing, nothing left to see

For inside those crumbled walls, there’s nothing, nothing left of me

Oh how far gone and alone has life turned out to be, I’ll look to Nature, cause Nature will never be anything but who She is, She is truly.

bridge the gap

picked up a pen, I picked up a pen, done picked up a pen, put to paper, let my fingers dance on the keyboard like I’m making music except I’m listening to music and writing a free flow O-riginal piece for all y’all to peruse

if I didn’t take my style way back, where would I be, where would I go, how would I see, what would I know?

influences, influences, I got my influences, and they got their nuances, nuances, and then when I roll words, I got my nuances, nuances,

or nuisance, is it all just a nuisance, a nuisance!

so cold, this world, got me feeling, election 2016, we the people, got us reeling, we reeling

but this is exactly what we need, so we can get at healing savagely, and we heal collectively, then finally the pen will be put down and these fingers can stop dancing cause at last, at last, so free.

Untitled, As Is – 16.16.04

The outlet, it fuels, it feeds, it gives power.  An overload of it will blow a circuit.  A spark from that can start a fire.  A fire burns.  Burning can destroy.  Destroy what takes so long to build up.

But burning down to build anew is the cycle of the Phoenix, is it not?

Born again, with new youth and energy, the Phoenix flies once more.  It soars the skies, its beauty for all to see, until that day, when once more, it is time to repeat the cycle.  Repeat it as though it’s brand new.

Explosions are not always precise.  When they burst, they may or may not hit their target. But no matter the intended result, there is always an impact.  The impact of collateral damage.

Damage damned damning while destroying what might not even have been the intended target. But nonetheless, we destroy because it’s how we are.  It’s who we are.  Why can’t I just accept it?

Humanity is filled with violent tendencies and is set on taking that out on all others to create the cycle.  To relive the flight of the miserable Phoenix.  A wounded bird, it’s wounds on display for all the world to see.  The smoke trail behind, the ash raining down that it brings.

Why can’t I just accept it?  Why can’t I just love it and take it?  I see the bird, for I am that bird too.  It’s our collective burden.  If patience is a virtue, then the virtuous have left.  Left us long ago.

Cycle of rebirth, the rebirth of hurt, a cycle of pain perpetuated until we rally, we combine to combat that and not one another.

Pipe dream.  It’s a pipe dream.  That’s all it is.  Another silly dream.  Words that are meant to ponder.  Words that don’t want to give up but don’t see any other way.

When you lose hope, what then do you have left?  To accept.  Acceptance, accepting the answer to the question ‘How is this sustainable?’ is that:

It’s not.

Unless change occurs, at whatever pace that takes, we will destroy ourselves.  Nature will not judge.  Nature will persevere but if that’s the case why can’t we see that Nature within us and how it’s so clear.

“Release the shackles of inhibition that binds…”  Or is it ‘Release the shackles of inhibition that keeps us blind…’

I don’t know.  IDK.  WTF?  What the fuck?

I don’t have the answers.  I merely share.  Share what I observe. Documenting how I feel in the event that it might serve.  If it serves, if only just one other, than I did a great service and all this disservice I’ve experienced was worth it.