what i have seen
and what i think
is way too small
to think much of
anything at all
as dreams are all
memories waiting
in the background
to remember
of the union
before the division
by the state,
so what you think
about that?
merde pure?
that’s what i thought,
merde pure,
we’re all covered
in knee deep.
08.19.2005.
even if the government says,
identifies and labels us
as new age terrorists
for disagreeing with security and patriot acts.
cause we’re not buying what they’re selling,
hoping for purpose and a point
to all of this.
through i, the poetry, i produce.
won’t get lost under and eclipsed
and the point and the purpose
missed.
08.19.2005.
i miss the way
the ancient way
felt
before being
sent
upon this way,
astray
from the way,
the tao,
each other.
08.19.2005.
where everything
was meant
to be a part
of one another.
08.19.2005.
tomorrow
is a new day
to go out
to work and worry
and pray,
or actually find one’s way,
become true self.
the rest of us
will be there waiting
on the other side
where there is no need to hide,
or rush to hurry
even for the turtle,
and masks are removed
to reveal the raccoon’s eyes,
and society for its lies
to free the earth from the chains.
our paranoid egocentric selves
allowed to be created
in order to maintain humanity
in a manner we hated,
but afraid to change it,
but release the self.
let go of the ego,
become one’s true self
towards where the rest of us
should be waiting.
it’s just not as much fun
on one’s own.
08.18.2005.
notion v.
not all of the world
is corrupt
and of lies,
and in some of us
there might still be
some good.
cause it’s
only us
that can do
anything about
this.
08.18.2005.
notion vi.
2b
what we
r,
get 2 run
w/ da (child)ren,
get 2 run
as (chil)dren.
child run.
ch(eye)ld run.
chill dr., and
go 2 sleep.
08.18.2005.
innocence and virtue become funny.
no place for such things in a fast paced world.
working for corporations now, sonny,
as one gets sucked into the system whole
then one day one goes out just for a walk,
and along the way one forgets where too.
forget what to say, becomes hard to talk,
getting lost on the road on one’s way through.
this type of world does anything matter?
when everyone’s just a fly on the wall,
waiting for the chance to really matter
as if waiting for fall to change to spring.
let’s begin chanting secrets into space,
and learn to accept what’s behind one’s face.
08.17.2005.
notion ii.
and jump right on in
to wherever one may crash.
time is running out.
08.16.2005.
notion iii.
and all the distractions
remove one from earth
from all the other
bodies of masses.
stones rolling along
searching for truth
or a sensation of meaning
in a land
where everything’s obtained
through money.
08.16.2005.
sail off space.
all notions are
pure $#!+,
and now i am
back in the city,
and must return
towards, under
to the land
of the sheep
where folks slave away
for expensive shiny things
like sweet sixteens on mtv,
and this land of society,
“cultured civilization”
choking and crashing
against itself.
suicidal id
intent on reintroducing
itself with death,
and vision becomes blurry
and cloudy,
so what is real?
when one falls deeper
into meaning or
meaninglessness,
staring back into hollow eyes,
searching for redemption
and not just another
political statement
as political statements are those of image
of an imagination gone awry
in which the psyche has developed
the schema of an ego,
and actually begins to think
it matters and exists as an
individual entity.
broke to become free.
an economic ability
to purchase anything
while selling out the soul into slavery
while falling in love
with one’s purchasing power,
transforming into a coward
towards a system
that’s become dependent
on products and commodities-
the perks.
and all it took was a few jerks
to set the plans to work
intent on controlling the flow,
oblivious of the tao and the way,
and perhaps someone’s
already mentioned all of this,
and none of it would have to make sense,
or ever come to an ending.
returning to chaos.
a world of rolling stones
with boxes for secrets or
closets with skeletons
waiting to be exposed,
and released of the pressure
of the world of society
and civilization
where one forgets dreams,
and what everything means,
or at once meant
before innocents lost
to cruel economists, which
sold out nature to tourists
where the majority get to serve,
but hardly travel and visit.
there are always exceptions, and
we are just a few
that don’t really matter
just a body with mass on the way
towards the way, which is the way,
says lao tse.
the world a giant body with mass,
so does it matter?
the world is so large,
and i am so small,
and time even less when it’s infinite.
as all concepts are confused about the seasons
caused by global warming
or the apocalypse and the end of days approaching.
who ever is right, and does it matter?
but the life that we live,
and the people we meet,
the parts of the earth we embrace
when we greet the life
of us all a journey
to which one should select
a front row seat.
08.16.2005.
i’m, ah,
finally,
goin’
to land.
08.15.2005.
merde
pure.
08.15.2005.
notion 136.
and when i get home,
i’ll be looking for a place
to rest this tired heart.
08.15.2005.
notion 137.
one day we will be
in a better place for us.
no need for a box.
08.15.2005.
notion 138.
i did not
want my
secrets and
thoughts
to consume me,
so i wrote
them down,
but my poetry
is dead,
and only YOU
can change
the world.
08.15.2005.
let me in.
let me in,
so that i
can’t get out.
in your heart,
i will rest
away from
all the noise
cause i need
arms and hands
to embrace
all of me.
let me in,
and maybe,
we just might
make this a
better place
for children
to inherit
cause i know
that i can’t
do it alone,
and if you
are willing,
then i will
jump off with you.
let me in.
gets so cold
out here
all alone
without you,
and we just might
make this a
better world
if we start
working together.
but that’s
all nonsense
cause you’re just
looking out
for number one.
yourself, right?
which is why
we all feel
so alone.
08.15.2005.
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