alarm on snooze.

alarm on snooze.

we will all wake up one day.
one morning i awoke,
opened my eyes and a
strange feeling emerged,
but it had been there all along
       like a birthmark.
an ancient unconscious feeling reappearing,
but modern society creates too much noise,
and it becomes “difficult to
       concentrate,”
and you forget yourself.
i forgot my dreams and what i
       used to want to be.

we’ll all wake up one day,
and stop chasing our tails all day long
until we tire ourselves out for sleep
because we can’t convince ourselves
       that it’s all worth it;
the mind numbing conversation.
the constant competition and the isolation
produced by all the synthetic and plastic.
the artificial emotions and fake smiles
from the androids,
and you forget yourself.
for i forgot my dreams and what i
used to want to be.

12.30.10.

when was meets is.

when was meets is.

when i was
what i was,
thought i was
that i was.

but it was only i
projecting
the shadow i reflected
while filtering
through schemas
       and past experiences
while balancing with
my chemical imbalances
and predisposed disposition.

is this was
       or
was this is
as who i was meant
or how i meant it was
to be, or will,
or has it all already
       been decided?
can i still become
       and go over?

08.27.09.

there is.

there is.

there is a weapon.
there is nothing left.
there is simple me.
there is a dot on a map.
there is an invisible force.
there is the power of 3.
there is an eternal 9.
there is the fury of 5.
there is an infinite 8,
and 144,000 waiting by the sea,
awaiting the evacuation
of their temple.
there is an arisen prophet,
a fallen messiah,
a drunken leper, and poet.
there is the notion of night
and the stirring of shadows.
there is one single hope
that perhaps humans are not alone
as an intelligent
being; living and breathing
in this universe on this planet,
and that they are much more
compassionate than we.

05.16.09.