Between

The space in between.
 
As much as cool life occurrences such as attaining goals, victories, and the like are epic, it’s the space in between that matters the most. Enjoy those checkpoints, they can be great! But they are balanced by their opposite, and if we fail to live fully the space in between, we miss out on so much.
 
I’ve missed out on alot over the years. I’ve been graced to walk as long as I have and grow presence, but it surely is a practice, this adventure, truly, a journey.
 
And I’ll keep tripping because that’s part of being human. But if to trip and fall is human, what is to get back up?
 
I was told yesterday by a man, who “isn’t into spirituality” that when he went to Kalaupapa, he couldn’t stop weeping the whole time he was there. He couldn’t explain it, he felt it, the beauty, the pain, side by side. As he recounted the experience, tears filled his eyes.
 
I believe there is more to our existence and surely, this man, who doesn’t believe the same things, felt something more than just his human feelings in those moments. And it’s stuck with him in the space in between since.
 
Hold close each moment. If we can honor the space in between, we shall surely find such glorious kindness.

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…

 

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.

J. Wading Through the Stream – Ep. 04

Ripe with chaos, it seems we’ve arrived, with a real life orange Oompa Loompa to the right, & a pants suit wearing Pinocchio on the left side

of both aisles

Aisles that seem more like trials because in the vastly divided middle, there is but one voice,

one voice

crying far above and venting its frustration.

How can we ever be a land of the free if there are those among us denied

basic rights & respect, my it seems we’ve lost our stride. Da-damn media deceivin’ ya, would you be believin’ uh, this scenario, if I told you about it two years since…

Since we lost focus on keeping the focus on Love & Equality.  Yes Love, Yes Equality, because if we can’t be Free, we might as well have those two values going for us.  Yet we value, not, not,

NOT

a single collective thing

That’s why voices sing

That’s why bullets ring

That’s why we’re lost

That’s why we’ve got nothing on moss

Yes the simplest of life, that grows in the Dark, always striving towards the Light.

So I leave you tonight, with these thoughts as we drift along, through our collective Dark Night

of a Shared Soul, one that we are all linked by an invisible thread

If you follow it to the source, you’ll see the yarn’s been spun, long ago written, and here we are just about to drift off to bed

To read

Now read that in the past as read

Tread lightly children, for what of the world are we leaving for our children?

With a vote to the Right, or a vote to the Left, a Nation divided stands without rest, though Greatness sleeps.

Now there lies the rub, ain’t this shit deep!

Uh!

Free Flow 2.0

sometimes I wanna scream,

sometimes I wanna dream

why can’t I soar?

why can’t I find the seam…

to be great?

 

it’s late at night,

I’ve got my fate

clutched in a bottle,

in a puff of smoky hollow

and it’s too

late

 

for what?

 

I don’t know.

do you know?

he-elllllllllllllllll, no.

 

so nowwwwwwww, what?

 

excuse me as I marinate

a new goal,

fueled by dreams

foot on the throttle,

soaring as I sing

these lyrics

with a soft poetic Truth & uh

please let my message seduce

ya

 

into thinking,

into being,

take ya from perceiving to

believing

 

oh please let you follow me

now please let me rest, see

just rest, see

can I rest, please?

 

hollow, so hollow, hollow, I

lost in the smoke and

too many broken bottles, I,

I’m out

 

Tentacles – 1.

1.

this press

that I’m pressin’
got me repressed
in depression
please depress
that regression
else I regress
with the next recession
hold up!
where the fuck went recess?
damn, how I miss elementary!
this first volume of my life long closed
now so far out of my element in urban
Wildnerness I sup-prose and
these days!? are so sad!
Why?
B/c I can’t even sing.
(can’t sing!!!) about the beauty
of life business sans making ends
meet & greet with no ice pick to
break the chill that greets & meets
me at every vapid corner
of these soul bereft, vacant streets
so press on
and on and
on and on
and
until
at least Soul’s Dark Night
meets early mournin’
so totally
uncontrollably
finally then my
release
now I’m free
flowin’ like
fallin’ right
deep into
Universal
Abyss
I just
might
STOP
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