our dreams are devine

we’re just trying to ride
the breath of the night,
the energy why
our dreams are devine.
and everything’s here;
everything’s here
inside of this moment.
if you could just hold it
then you would notice.
then you would notice
that everything’s here.
that everything’s here,
and all of the answers
will start to appear-
some of them not so clear,
but if you stop to listen
then you will hear,
and if you search
then you will find
that you’ve opened your third eye.

i live on an island
inside of my mind,
and you are a bridge
to the rest of mankind.
the rest of mankind
can turn a blind eye,
but i’ll still keep looking
and hoping
that we’ll all unite.
become
one big nation
with no fucking borders;
no coloring inside the lines
and everything’s fine,
and everything’s fine.

to search and to look
and go beyond,
and go under,
and break on through
until we see, until we feel
that color and sound are real,
and tangible
just like our dreams.

our dreams are devine.

10.25.14

#greenjournal

the night’s the same

at night is when i have
most of my battles
against myself,
against myself.

‘cause what’s the point
of going to bed
if it’s still all going
to be fucked up
in the morning.

maybe we should try to
change some things.
maybe we can start by
changing everything.

10.25.14

#greenjournal

s.t.o.p.

s.t.o.p.


stop-
the madness.
stop-
speaking in tongues with mindless folks
who engage in doublespeak and jargonese.
could the world just please
stop-
thinking
twice about thinking twice?
my how time flies
when you’re diving off the deep end.
could we gain some control? grab a hold?
i don’t think there’s ever been a time
when this world’s been at peace;
we’re just trying to get closer
without getting erased.
our species is so egotistical-
thinking we’ll be here forever,
like we can’t go like the dinosaurs.
what a bunch of dodos!
i don’t know
what else to say
when folks are still living day to day,
meal to meal.
how do we heal
all of the broken people?

stop-
trying to make sense
out of nonsense.
stop-
asking rhetorical questions.
you’ll end up trapped in your mind
in the world of what ifs and
hypotheticals.
just let it be,
and jump in where you fit in.
you are not your parents’ sins.
we are not our ancestors’ mistakes.
we are the survivors.
our DNA carries the strands
of a people that have prolonged
and survived, and survived, and survived,
but for how much longer
when “idiocracy”
starts to resemble reality.

10.19.16.