job well done

i’m moving at the speed that productivity deems
as necessary in order to carry this project to completion,
excretion of success vents up from my chest as i best
this test, this quest, this digest of data i’m compiling
is gonna have corporate overlords smiling at my beguiling
display of technical prowess,
but between you and me it was the result of a lucky guess.

day 2

hmm, what to do, what to do?
the first day is already through
and my mind is wandering,
soldering ideas,
watering seeds of pondering,
rolling out concepts like tortillas,
i see this scene, it’s crisp,
my minds eye spots the risk
in what’s next, i suspect the correct
and most direct method to project
my desired results is to bet
the farm, fear no harm,
and wander forth armed
with knowledge of my own divinity,
the winds of possibility spill the means
and the methods to make the ballad
of my life burst with beauty like rose buds,
exploding like scuds into soap suds
washing these visions and making them live,
day 2 is there for us to simply give
of ourselves without reservation,
proving life’s about the journey and not the destination

smile through

keep on keeping on
with your smile and your song
cuz their aint nothing wrong
with being happy all day long

next step

trying to reach up past who i was before,
pushing like a root through soils darkened door,
i feel the warmth of change radiate and call me on,
i know the next step will bring new sights and new songs

pretty girl

it’s the smile in your eyes that i carry when you’re gone,
the happy curving up of your lips inspires joyous song,
i don’t need to touch you to feel you in full,
i’m just glad to have experienced your magnetic pull

hating

hate congregates in every place, it infiltrates
the mental, emotional, the personal space
of every race on the face of the earth,
engrained in us shortly after we’re birthed,
spawned to separate, to inflict hurt
from outbursts of violence, some done in silence,
some done in starts and fits for eyes to sift
and minds to rip apart, devoured like art,
each sight imparts a mark or a scar
from which we’re never too far away to disbar
from our own constitution,
hate resides as pollution whose convolution
should be banished or forced into dissolution,
but maybe we need it, to destroy as to build?
maybe we breed it so as to teach to be still?
all i can say is i hope it don’t last,
and one day we can say hate
is a thing of the past.

politics

hidden currents direct and push the wind,
non-populilst deterrents wrangle us within,
keeping the cattle penned up and ill informed,
making the absurd simply accepted as the norm,
nothing is exactly as it seems, red and blue lines are torn
across the fabric of a team of people praying at a false gods steeple,
a body politic believing in a system that never existed,
never came to fruition, what was given was a compromise,
a federalist republic with democratic under tides,
wrapped in this trojan horse hides the rulers of the times,
no conspiracy theory is needed to see the light,
just follow the money and you’ll see how might makes right

seeing through stones

exploring new shores, new dimensions,
occurrences never explored nor mentioned,
questions flow forward as south migrates north,
direction’s found as i move forth,

embracing the sound of chants uttered and felt,
retracing the mounds and alters I’ve knelt
upon reaching beyond while searching for the divine,
seeing teachings respond while perching on signs,

beauty is what I hold gently on my palm,
duty is born bold, deftly carries on in calm
measured paces carry me past the faces and places
that crafted the mazes cast as aces in my paces,

walking on as the scenes change from outside of me to in,
stalking on as my water glass fills quickly to the brim,
i know you as questions line your eyes mixed with lies,
i see you try to hide behind the murals anesthetized,

I hear the wind constantly surmise
as it blows by it screams
wake up and see,
wake up and be,
wake up motherfucker
and be what you dream

what's in front of you

many things precious are often lost over time,
many small pieces of love that had defined
our previous existence,
our times of smaller stature,
those things that mattered were fractured
and excised from our daily lives
as we grew and did find ourselves in constant binds
of time, of the mind, of emotions ill defined,
big things swallowed whole the gems of refined
cultivated happiness,
sand grains that brought us bliss
a daily bike ride,
a simple hug and a kiss,
a smiling face in which to confide,
comradery with loved ones,
as passion did become one with our innate drive to oblivion
it was easy to become undone,
easy to get lost in the glare of the sun,
perhaps it’s necessary that we turn tail and run
from that and those which give us bright eyes and fun,
it gives us perspective when overlooking the collective
book of our experiences, so we can create directives,
refine our motus operandi rather than sinking into sedatives,
the sediments of living an unchanged life
and never sharpening our mind with our sight

sand through my fingers

held in my hand and raised up to the light,
love was much smaller than I had anticipated alright,
this grain of sand resting lightly in my hand
has the ability to quickly contract and expand
exponentially, without warning, erratically,
fashioning my mind space, forcing my heart to pace,
each time I enter this place I yearn for a simple taste
of forever, but alas, I’ve never come close,
I know it’s out there for me, well, at least that’s my hope.