Tag Archives: Thought

Giving Back

I hesitate, my instincts too far beyond my surroundings

Alert, in tune with my heartbeat and the earths warnings

Now I must stop and seek cover from what I fear

Not cowering, not hiding, but living on the edge of finality it’s clear

Trust is the luxury of believers, I’m not a believer anymore, I’m here

Somewhere between safe and sound, I can no longer wander

It serves me well to stay in the shadows, alert and alive

I don’t need the lie anymore. I know under that beautiful garden there’s violence and decay, things we know, but don’t speak of

Don’t sell me assurances you can’t provide, I’m safe alone

I’m tired of all these people I have to be just to make your world complete

It’s been so long you don’t know which one is me, because you fell, fell into the trap and got ensnared in the one that you could never be for more than a moment

I was hear all along watching you melt under the light of an abstract dream. It was warm for a moment, but only the sun can bring true light, true warmth. The others just illuminated what they wish you to see, what they want you to be

Now your not human, not a person, but a part of something so much bigger than you that you can’t see it’s nothing, you’re nothing. You’ve been put to sleep in someone else’s dream.

Not I. I am wild, but free. I feel the heat of the day and shiver in darkness under the moons glow dreaming of sunrises.

What good is a sunset anyway. The end of a day shouldn’t be honored, it should be remembered. Where did we learn to worship the end of anything, it’s beginnings that have hope. All we have in sunsets are reflections and regrets

So I’ll keep your smile and give you back your watch. I’ll keep the sound of your voice, but give you back your words. You’ll need your hands, so I’ll leave with your touch gently caressing my heart. Everything else belonged to the world anyway.

Drifter

I sat before eternity silent
No answers did I seek
Listening for the future
To gently kiss my cheek

Being everywhere but nowhere
A space outside of time
Lacked color or purpose
Living in the sublime.

So I stood up and brushed my pants
And walked towards the crossroad
Where I felt a better chance.

And in the distant dust loud
Just behind the ochre road
Death rumbled in the clouds

Not one to take the middle road
I walked with open eyes
An ever slowing pace
Towards ever changing skies

I walked through the mirage,
And into the heat of day
Gathering the colors of life
For when the skies turn gray

The end of the earth is a lie
For fools who dream
Or ask themselves why

There are no rhymes for reason
To hold the truth alight
Just changes of the seasons
Stretching day to night

Ism’s and Ist’s

The ism and their ist’s imagining life is lived through manicured paths of thought. Not a step taken out of turn as passerby’s quickly move from place to time. Fluid thought reacts to forks and bends with the decisiveness of experience.

Capturing the echo of thought is like grasping smoke. Empty handed we read the signals of what was thought and only written. Folks dreaming of magic words and incantations of harmony dissipate in the silence that screams common sense.

Love is as violent as hate is silent. People get in the way of love for these brains in a jar, always somewhat short of the imagined, but here lies the beauty, a brain without eyes or flesh can’t know it’s an ugly process.

Hate hides behind anger like a barking dog chained and muzzled. Without teeth the power of fear becomes a memory or dread. These hands of wisdom never get bitten by truth they walk, they muse safely at the other end of the leash.

In a plastic world the idea of emotion molds imitations of life. Art can reflect life, but like a mirror, can only mimic reality. To truly live we must shed our reflection and wrap it up tightly in our image for disposal.

And are we not thinkers? One mind vibrating across the universe so obvious to the stars. This concentric egocentric warped existence that leaves most dizzy. The power to stop the world from spinning out of control is simply closing your eyes. Like the pre operational child who covers her eyes, no one can see you and the world is yours to create, if only for a phase.

So it’s in my space, within my circle that my world revolves. I’ll love and hate equally, adore and detest with out regard, and never will I compromise my beliefs for another man’s promise of enlightenment. I am human without a suffix to corral my freedom at distances so far I think I’m roaming the range. Words and letters are silent tools at times for those gathering.

I refuse to be cultivated, corralled, or muzzled. My thoughts are the last bastion of defense. Vigilance within doesn’t rely on physical prowess, but silently creates and destroys the barrage of intent. So here I stand, on thoughts that are free, with my feet firmly planted in the soil of dissonance open to the melodies of life.

Spiritual legacy

Twisted realities spin around my mind leaving my soul to wander in search of sanity. I know we’re not alone in our grief and confusion, but it seems spirits don’t communicate with words.

Words don’t unite or divide us like friendships aren’t about hugs and handshakes. It’s sentiment that knows no boundaries between space and time. What we share our spirits have carried across time, through space, without a sound.

It’s the whisper we can’t hear that gets our attention. Knowing has no real value. Feeling is the essence of humanity. Our minds have become lazy over time and just want to dichotomize the world into verbal confusion.

Troubled souls travel inside broken vessels looking for kindred spirits. Our souls reside within our hearts while our spirits wander for peace. All the while we open our minds to distorted spaces furnished with illusion.

One day my spirit will make it back to my soul and nestle safely in my brain where we will Rest In Peace. Until then ill Rest In Distortion holding onto truth like a buoy in the expanses of an ocean.

Sanity as a myth

Twisted realities spin around my mind leaving my soul to wander in search of sanity. I know we’re not alone in our grief and confusion, but it seems spirits don’t communicate with words.

Words don’t unite or divide us like friendships aren’t about hugs and handshakes. It’s sentiment that knows no boundaries between space and time. What we share our spirits have carried across time, through space, without a sound.

It’s the whisper we can’t hear that gets our attention. Knowing has no real value. Feeling is the essence of humanity. Our minds have become lazy over time and just want to dichotomize the world into verbal confusion.

Troubled souls travel inside broken vessels looking for kindred spirits. Our souls reside within our hearts while our spirits wander for peace. All the while we open our minds to distorted spaces furnished with illusion.

One day my spirit will make it back to my soul and nestle safely in my brain where we will Rest In Peace. Until then ill Rest In Distortion holding onto truth like a buoy in the expanses of an ocean.

Secret Place!!!

I hide my ideas
in little secret corners
Afraid of my tongue
And the havoc it craves

A thought is harmless
Kept in my mind
Away from the compromise
That feelings belie

Understanding is mine
Void of you and them
And the compromises
You demand with your opinions

Within I don’t care about if
And but is an excuse
Stretching truth towards a lie
With exceptions and inadequacies

But I’ll smile and agree to disagree
Walking away scratching my head
At the ignorance I’m free to ignore
While you walk away with regret

You aren’t free to think outside
Like playing in school clothes
You have to change your mind
Before you go out and play with friends

You wouldn’t want to get your thoughts dirty….