how many jose’s have gotten lost to the city at the age of 23?

the essence of humanity

does not exist anywhere on tv,
despite programming
or what the media’s been saying.
remember, a news show
is after all, still just a show.
so despite the fact that reality based shows and infomercials speak directly to me,
find the voices slowly drowning out my thinking,
impairing judgments on what really is real.
so chose to seek refuge, exiled in self.
some might have sought jesus, but i
much more prefer zarathustra and a personal underground,
thus prayers directed to winter winds.
searched web for truth,
returned as html code and java script,
still some escape towards scriptures.

the essence of humanity

doused and abused in mediocrity.
anything that’s happened or been achieved,
occurred in vacuum pockets all over the world,
but opportunists rise to claim achievements
as cofounders and descendents.
philosophy reduced to existentialists, christian humanists, and /or human apologists
for dreams and psychologies gone astray and betrayed.
history ignores all the plain john does, jimmies, bills, marys, mohammeds, marias, joses.

the majority of history sucked into a black hole.

where are the masses lurking?

exist simply as spectators in our psyches.
is there a mountain high enough to climb where one can continue to meditate without the west creeping in with threats and rhetoric on terrorism?
did zarathustra leave a path? where have all the gods retired or retreated to?
intellectuals practicing zen and the art of
dreaming, drinking new age wine,
discussing picasso, camus, or coehlo,
discussing some exercise in breathing and plans for better living,
while narcissism and cynicism run free on the streets.
everything generic with a feeling of synthetic and me with a taste for something organic.
intellectuals forget that being such does not mean one is not also a member of the masses so
here’s a diploma, now hit the streets and act professional,
lose the swagger and the slang.

some of what is said is not sincere or said in jest,
but some is simply just heart felt. it’s up to you to figure out.

the essence of humanity,
beyond good and evil? rhythms and poetry
originating in witchcraft. sorcerers chanting incantations to see energy transformed
to beat boxes and dropping freestyles as the tribe continues to divide,
sending you off now to find and discover

the essence of humanity.

11.07.02.

enter search.

in search of islands to hide, feel safe,
to take as an escape, to put away the fear

of falling apart.

in search of secrets to know with certainty,
to try to understand, to place myself

on top of clouds.

in search of a heart to hear my call,
to whisper words, to place all faith in

during my prayers.

in search of love, in search of love,

delusions, realities that cannot be seen, that do not exist?

03.15.02.