Raindrops exude truth if only we’d take time to see
There’s comfort in the monsoon of our minds
said a third eye as it viewed life thru the eyes of Me
Knowing better yet choosing to bask in the blissfulness
of chaotic dreams turnt reality
while all the while we’ve been painting a canvas to a heart spilt candidly
Early mornings with the blinded masses
misguided by fake smiles and grim laughter
Morning meetings to discuss more meetings
Superficial greetings and self –esteems of those who’ve apparently
undergone all sorts of verbal lashings and terrible beatings…lifetime upon lifetime
Boost me from all of the madness…is this really what I want?
Emails back and forth about potential sales,
last night’s janitor clearly mistook my software collection for Braille.
Selfish twistories and all sorts of vindictive summaries upon negative glory.
Religious arguments…Wait! Its 8.a.m. can we all just be friends
Live as people and not animals until the end…or perhaps at least 5pm?
I can tell you this I don’t need the last case of “Mondays” on my file again
Was it the 4 cups of your caffeine, I’ve been clean from nicotine for a while now…oh I get it
Maybe the long hours and lack of raises again?
My work performance wouldn’t show that my bank account is still low
And on top of the matter by which I do reach social security’s age it will have shattered.
May I cash out now?
May I lash out now?
With a smile and my renunciation I can find my own emancipation…awaiting
Spain…Croatia…perhaps a cozy little corner of Jamaican soil.
Undecided somewhere on an island if you fail to hear anything from me all’s well.
South Coast, Slavonia…nature calls, who needs Dell?
Eggs boiled, catch of the day…my bagel will be fresh, and non-toxic…and you coffee too…then again with so much of that true life around
I probably wouldn’t need any of you.
For now to wake me up and get me through
these Excel spreadsheets, audits, fake rapports,
inventory, presentations, escalations,
blasphemy of all sorts just to do it all again tomorrow.
Daydreams flow under a bridge where consciousness seems to travel
as a mind tends to unwind, patience wants to unravel
Not giving much thought or bother
by far these scars were placed here as martyrs
Reminder of the physical being washed away in mental cavities
Wisdom, knowledge, along with all kinds of dogma and religious blasphemies.
These thoughts are goldfish, they don’t hang around too long.
Why waste each and every moment, do they not mean anything
time is most precious when you seek to notice everything.
These thoughts are goldfish I let them be free as they must.
In my heart I see light, in my mind I know trust
And when they’re complete…new ones flow along as they should.
The Thoughts are Goldfish…let them swim to and fro
What’s harmony without GOOD knowledge of BAD…it’s all relative anyway
Sitting along banks, a host of reflections and ideas creeping in slowly
No manifestations to be defeated and no prisons can hold me….flow on
A passion for life, no desires to grieve, fires of inspiration burning away those traces of greed.
Health & strong mind and lifetimes of love & giving guaranteed.
Love Obscures Very Easily
We sometimes get confused at love
And what it really does.
Love can also be a hindrance and a nuisance too.
Love in my opinion can slow down progress,
Or discombobulate what he or she may have intended to do.
Now look who’s stuck over there,
dispelling love because you never meant to.
A person’s potential and motivation is only a test,
But if you let love lead you down the wrong path,
It very well could end in a mess.
Not saying that love isn’t good.
Its just that people mistake love for this grand objective,
It can absorb you at times and other times be deflective.
Love can cherish but don’t let it render you as complete,
Love makes you high & grounded at the same time
But damn sure should never leave you hurt nor is it something to defeat.
When we reunited our hearts bound with passionate grasps beyond division,
with the least bit reluctance and the utmost precision.
It’s you and every single drop of your lust drowning in my heart,
We can take this beyond any other because when we rekindle it will start.
The hunger for your temple has been aching my soul and clenching my mind all in the same,
I can no longer cope with this pressure nor let us torment one another with this game.
COme with me tonight without a worry on your mind,
Care in your heart, apparel overlying your spine, motion with your body language, I’m carefully observing all of your signs.
Our bodies are whispering releasing the tensions of the week
As rose petals & champagne dazzle the sanction, strawberries and whipped cream perched aside to make it sweet…
The passion sits burning,
yearning to be manifested in the shadows of the mind
Aside of the window sill I sit still gazing at skylines and ushered escapes
Rushing through traffic for no one time seems to wait.
Elevators…they crowd many kilos over capacity,
sharing cubicles with the one guy who always seems to be mad at me.
Taxis cab, old ladies singing songs of the past, kids backpacked on the way to school they laugh.
Marta trains and rails, exchange of business via emails,
newspaper stands open, the scent of bagels fill the room
Mascara putting away gloom as sunshine and birds chirp bringing new hope to a life
that may be failing or disillusioned in doom
It all starts here…within.
From rooftops in the distance, state parks, rivers and trees
groomed and landscaped among other shrubberies.
Before it can be expelled to the breath of the physical,
mental patterns cascading sometimes makes all seem dismal.
These thought are as small as a giant…what’s time to these brainwaves racing.
Faster than the speed of those alike still different from one experience of might
The clean air, rainy days, cold stares, it’s all relative anyways.
Jack hammers and nail guns keep clambering
As marble and glass curtains skirt horizons and tower cranes,
Putting doubt in the minds of those naysayers who said nothing could be gained
All of these creations glamour before us; feast your eyes
Just look around,
It’s no surprise to my mind these thoughts made belief,
From ancient Egypt, to London, and Rome… even these urban streets
Nothing has changed…only the mind frames
Some want to add, others favor subtraction
A giant seeing no greater quality than
to place these thoughts into words…making blueprints with THESE actions.
Aqua dreams run free
as blue skies choose to come near
still beacons shine bright
Loose lips have often sunk ships
from the shores of my observatory
While some wait frantic manifesting their own frustration & worry
Well whats to come of small boats
Solitude and faith have always seemed to keep them afloat
Bearing away from the apparent while steering closer to greatness
Furled away with the rest of those burdens taking note
A captain of my own..what have these galleys steamed today
For fate is only a figment of a Catamaran that’s been cast away.
A Soul Driven Mind... 