Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Waste of Time

*What is?

Rem, darkness, peace;
Unconscious awareness.
Minority of living,
Large part of imagination.

Images, no images, both.
Visions vary individually.
Apparitions, narrations, destinations;
All potentiality in every possibility.

Mandatory comatose,
No trial or jury.
Law defended bioethically;
One third of your life, sentenced.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013


*Stupid, stupid poem 


The gerbil eats the stew,
Why is a gerbil eating stew?
Dancing in the rain,
Who? The gerbil eating stew?
Not a concern in the world,
What does that have to do with stew?
Watching others enjoy the day,
How is he dancing and eating stew?
A fun and gay day,
Where is he eating this stew?
Drops of water, not stopping from enjoyment of the park,
Oh, asked too early. Wait, when does someone in a park eat stew?
Screw you.
No, screw you!

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Inner Dialogue

I am no one special. I only am told I am special by others. Who I am is no different than who you are, the difference is I try to express how alike I am with others. Anyone can say these words but I decided to say them now and you are reading them now. Does that make me better than you? No and yes. While you agree and say 'I can say that', you didn't. Don't be afraid to write your thoughts. Write your inner most thoughts. They may prove not creative to everyone. They may even be considered shallow, stupid and naive. But after that criticism you will be ready to be the contrary in manners which excel your own imagination. Einstein said it best. "Logic takes you from point a to b. Imagination takes you everywhere." Be not afraid of looking like an outcast, we all feel that way it's normal. Be afraid to accept that you know YOUrself, because at the moment of time you think you know who you are you, will actually prevent from truly doing so. You are the imageless image, reflecting others in order to find yourself... Anyone can say any of these words but no one has. Does that make them original? no. They have already been thought but perhaps not written down. Doesn't make them the first but it makes them a reiteration. All I have said is we are all the same. But some try harder to be different, to be like others without knowing they are performing these thoughts and actions to be more alike with others. I know this, it is time we all did in ontology. In verbal communication and just not on the inside. We all want the same basic things. What separates is the fear of dictating the above.

Friday, October 18, 2013


*Think about the bottle at the bar...


Swung towards a face
Best done at a pace.
Living life in a mesh
Before I am smashed.
Bringing happiness by the sip
Tipped over; drip, drip, drip.
Eventual hollow shells,
Make drunk chicks yell!
Perceptual void,
Eventual droid.
Emptiness of the borracho
Outlasting the tides of the gulf,
Shaming the loneliest gull.

Who am I but sand cooked,
Making others have a better look.
Sharing a carbon base,
Only one of us are shit faced.
My existence is short lived,
But the damage is swift.

I may break in a pile of others,
No different than the drinking face.
Although I do not last,
Neither does his cash.
Bought on credit,
Still the same debit.

Feelings may change as we leave,
Not accomplished but relieved.
Last call, thank god.
My fellow brothers alive
Only to know I have to dive.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Haiku Break Down

*I imagined putting these in a poetry book, but here will do fine!


Simply lost in space
Infinite realities
God without power 

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Spark, spark, spark, fire, lite
Pull, pull, hold, puff, wait, pull, hold
Hold, puff, meditate. 

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A poetry book
More than not, has a filler
Wasting space and time

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Death as a Mental Process

"To die, is not a physical thing. To die is the striking resemblance to feeling like you want to die.

But, it is how we handle dying which guides our behavior of death.
Death is depressing and brings dismay, cliche.
Death is empowering, we learn from dying,
To fear death and dying is to fear living.

Be warned:

Although a survivor of death,
Nothing without it's cost.
Emotions are the victims,
They will be shot.

To die is the resemblance to the emotional belief you are dying."

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The Mockery of Individual Property

*short, but I don't hate it

The mockery of individual property,
One earth, one species, one opportunity.
What divides humanity is insanity,
Related biologically and atomically.
All desire the same requirements,
No differences in our ligaments.
Virtues, love, goals and dynasty,
Individually as well as socially

Sunday, October 13, 2013

As She Sat At Her Computer

*She is everyone who is an internet-citizen..

While she sat there, she felt unique,
But little did she know, the truth of the contrary.

An agent of individuality,
The belief of specialty.

Fatal weakness of emotion,
Godly demise.

Feelings of rarity proves paradoxical;
Moving away from others to become more similar.

Thoughts of uniqueness
Making the girl more of a girl than she was before.

To configure how alike we are to others
Demonstrates real insight of the light.

The divine reality:
We are one - humanity.

Friday, October 11, 2013

The Philosophy of Evolution

*Some Zen Philosophy present here: 

Evolution, explained without scientific mediation,
Look at your parents and yourself: microevoltuion.
The problems of further articulation,
Comes from details of macroevolution.
Many find difficulty with monkey to cognition...
Look at a tadpole or caterpillar; their adaptions,
From one life form to another in the same direction.
Thousands years of civilizations,
Millions of reasons for our growing diction.
Macro changes in everything - societal and cultivation,
Accepting eternal change in all (Qi) for proper stimulation.
The transition from stones to technology: innovation.
Creation is the mystery which we wish for clarification

Thursday, October 10, 2013

I Don't Want To Write A Poem Today

*Cliche, but hey!

A poem a day is totally gay,
Rather play with a pile of clay.
The rhyming will be obvious.
My timing, not the sloppiest.
Need to do my homework,
But Plato proves rough to lurk.
Listening to music and stalling,
These pictures of cats are enthralling.
Need two more lines to be done,
Oh shit! Looks like I had my fun.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

ABC's of Singularity

*Try to catch the theme :-X


Applying automatic adaptations. Atomizing authority.
Becoming beastly; based bare barbarians.
Colonizing collaborations, collectively conscious contracts.
Denying demons, demoralizing dogmas... Destructive.
Erratically eating earthly elements, evilly.

Forever following fathers for faith.
Giant groups growing gangly generalities.
Honor holding hinders honest happenings.
Ignorant imbeciles igniting instant incites.
Justifiable jackassery jousting jungle jargons.

Keeping kindness. Knowledgeably knotting killers.
Loving ladies, leading longevity lessons.
Movements making mothers more masterful.
Nomadic necessities, now neurotic normalities.
Open obsessions of omitting opportunity.

People, please, pause pollution practices.
Quietly, quickly, quitting quarterly qualities.
Respectful responses repeat revolutionary requirements.
Seeking socialization, satisfies self stasis.
Toss tyrants towards the tides.

Unveil universal unity, unleash unanimity
Valuing validations, veering vulnerable visions.
Worldly worries, while wonderfully wasted.
X-ray xeroxing xanax'd xanthic xenophobia
Your youthful yoga - Yoke-less young-lings.

Zen zooming zaps zealous zeitgeist.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A Peasant in Love

Looking into your eyes has become a weakness which I cannot afford. Your burning coals of eyes glowing my soul, pillow soft cheeks I cannot resist, and my mild heart beat becoming wilder... Supposed to be a warrior, a scholar alike, only to be a peasant in love. Only when looking into your eyes has become a weakness which I cannot afford, the price being all my affection rather than attention. My passion robbed and used for lover desires. While I should live to develop into who I am, rather I am developing who I am to live. Your love has become my life without my conscious approval. Had I knew looking into your eyes would had become a weakness which I cannot afford, a contingency plan for the payment of my soul, installed. Release me from this prison of fission and no decision, take away my fixations! Pains me to feel as though I've been betrayed. Love not measured by quantity but quality. No more room to better myself, only space for maintaining this feeling of emptiness. Do you try care when I am the only one caring? Can you be fair and consider me, my darling? Feeling trapped when looking into your eyes has become a weakness I cannot afford, is there a detour? Am I too late to date? Release me, take back your leash! Spare me the feast, give me my beast! No longer looking into your eyes, has become a weakness, which I cannot afford, I wish I kept to my chores...

Monday, October 7, 2013

My Puppy's Poem

Ruff ruff ruff ruff,
(Nose in his face)
Mmmm mmm mmm
(I need to pee)
eeeeee eeeee eeeee
(Come on get up)
Ruff mmmm eeeee
(I'll just go right here)

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Chaos in the Norm

Signal divine demons
Chariots of the damn.

Ten digits and a pause
"Pick me up, please"
Lucid smoke steadily rising
From the yellow and black dixy dixan.
Climbed into the death trap,
"Take me to the tomb stones."
Driving past consumer zombies
Sheeple and proud... They say!
Here comes the mark...
"30 pounds of rice is the fare."
The interstate dangerously explores
While our perspectives implode
Kneeling on dirt that could be a home,
"Instead of life growing, you get to live, dead."

Unable to toss aside old fashions of behavior
Living in a world where there are no norms
Ignorance allows us happiness in bliss,
A 10 dollar lunch is two days of meals for another.

Bringing order to this world will follow pain and sorrow,
Acceptable loses for the future to enjoy the contrary.

Thursday, October 3, 2013


**I Imagine These are Actually Two Rap Chorus


The philosophy of monopoly
Dichotomy of democracy.
Education based on hypocrisy,
Ontology void impossibility.

Lobotomy using technology
Degrading human anthology
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The playwright is non-progressive
Cultural norms due oppressive
Ideology of social interaction
Sharing individual distraction
While decoding cultural exaction
During generational faction .