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Current mood:  calm Category: Writing and Poetry
A Mirror In The Dark
In darkness, in solitude
I sit and ponder, meditating on
what life means and how I can achieve
the higher states of being.
Prayer and Faith? I ask myself.
Drugs and alcohol? I ask myself.
Let's See Deeply . . . the magic
enlightened state of spirituality and awareness
of the 3rd eye --
nothing you've seen before.
These lucid dreams and hallucinations
in this state alert me to my higher
sense of self and state of nirvana.
I call up Mary Jane, a dear friend,
She visits, helps me learn to let my thoughts flow
rapidly, fluidly, a torrential sea of thoughts and emotion.
I hunger
I thirst
but I do not satisfy my urges --
for if I do I will make these human desires insatiable.
I must see a higher fulfillment.
I ponder our connection
in this vast universe, this never-ending cosmic body,
this all-encompassing net of being. We know not
where we are going -- we only know we are insignificant
unable to affect it.
The sweat of a man's brow may move mountains, but
planets, stars, and cosmic bodies cannot be influenced.
My eyes slowly open . . . my third eye closes.
In the mirror I glance -- the sun is rising and
I see that I look like shit.
I rise
I grab
the Cheetos.
Screaming on the Inside
A moment of frantic struggle,
a moment of hate,
I write yet I know
not how to control these forces
that make me want to kill
want to steal
want to strangle
want to rape.
Am I alone?--in my attempt to take
The strength of the Almighty--
can it be real, enough to stop me?
Humans take that power into
their hands and that is why
we are as we are
why I am as I am.
Insignificant, useless, wasteful,
pitiful, disgusting, atheist,
vengeful, spiteful, hateful,
despicable, murdering --
the human.
El Corazon
The heart -- flaming --
is it passion? or lust? or anger? hate? love?
Why do we feel so much with this --
does it not simply move the sanguine liquid of life
through us? Is it alone capable of harboring emotion, feeling
the effects of betrayal and loneliness?
O! Corazon de mi cuerpo...allow me to feel no more-
blacken, become insensitive, stoic, unfeeling
to the harsh reality I have been destined to suffer in.
Beat hard,
then beat
no more.
A Thought
This is one. . .
What is A Thought?
Is a thought a deeply spiritual gift?
Is it through our humanity, our god-given sacredness
that we think? Or is a thought
a series of purely scientific
psychological patterns of brain wave movement.
If thus is so -- are our lesser animal brethren incapable of such
an innate brain power? I would think
not.
Life Radiation
Not the kind from a nuclear war
but something youve never considered before
The media leaks pollution
It all began with the Constitution.
It then affects the masses
who are sitting lazily on their fat asses.
We turn on, tune in, and zone out --
away from reality, from communication.
The human race is now further than ever
from its intended destination.
It makes me so sick I can barely breathe the air
but this sick mankind seems not to care.
11:42 PM
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