The Hermit is Out and About

The new talk of the town,

A hermit is walking around,

No one knows if it is man or woman

Nor why it came out of solitude.

The hermit mummers not a sound

And walks blankly down the road.

Last sighting was the hermit on a bench 

In the park,

Where it's been for weeks,

Staring at it's own self,

Contemplating the life it lives,

And if it shall remain 

The way it was. 

The More Money You Have, The Longer You Will Live

I have seen dark days pass

And tears fall on the limbs of the broken,

Children dying from lack of love,

While men and women

Scurry around working,

Looking for new ways to make money.

Even as the sun shines

Rays of light across the Earth,

Humanity encompasses themselves in a dark force,

Hiding themselves in cloaks of fear-

Fear of death,

Fear of life.

Our identities become lost

Between survival and centuries,

Who we are,

The purpose of our lives

Has been forgotten through the ages

And the cloak of darkness

Becomes heavier each decade.

Those who try to remember are shunned,

For control of our

Existence becomes stronger,

"Survival of the fittest,"

Is the verdict

Money is now our survival.

The Untouchable

My body is rebelling

Against itself,

Toxins within

Rise to the surface 

Of my skin

In clumps of a 

Scaly mess,

An untouchable

Is what I am

And how I am perceived to be,

Don't come near me,

Else my toxicity 

Shall drift inside you

And melt all that was once

Human into a pitiful

Rage of despair. 

Me?..a Vampire?

Let me go

Into the wild

Where I belong,

Alone,

For no one can

Feel such angst

As I do, 

They think they know, 

Yet they have no idea

The mechanics of my mind, 

I am a loner

Who needs others

To feed upon,

A vampire sucking

The life from others

In order to live;

I am influenced by them

In order to hide

Who I truly am-

A dead woman 

Walking in a fog of bodies

Full of life,

Feeding from their outlooks,

Taking on their persona,

Pretending to be what I am not,

Simply to hide 

How despairing 

I truly am. 

Morbidity

I see sunlight

But feel none

In my soul,

How am I supposed 

To love

When I cannot even 

Love myself?

I am lost within the

Boundaries of my being,

Trapped within 

A body so desolate 

It even shows 

On my skin.

I have no soul

To be released

Once this decaying 

Body rots seven feet under;

I have no purpose,

No point,

All truth I know is Morbid. 

Lifeless

I wish I could

Burn my soul 

With the butt

Of a cigarette

And put my 

Miserable being

To an end,

This is not the kind of

Life to live

Since I produce no 

Life within. 

The Enchanting Scream of Sorrows

Can you hear my screams 

Of rage and pity

Resonating from my 

War-torn soul?

It bellows deeply

And pathetically,

Looking for ears to hear it's groan.

The pain it reveals,

Touches the tip of the pain's iceberg,

Such pain cannot be expressed in any form;

It courses through my veins

Like an African rebel,

Killing everything in sight

For the sheer joy of it,

Rotting,

Aching,

Deceiving,

The scream, it howls at the scent of blood,

It is all I hear,

It's echo forever vibrating

Throughout my arteries;

Not a moment of quiet is permitted,

I am a slave to the scream. 

Let's Dress Up Like Hippies!

We want peace,

How cliche

When destruction

Is all we know,

We fake the

Want through

Flowers and psychedelics,

Running around

Like fairies and nymphs,

Prancing though fields barefoot,

What a grand disguise!

For at the core of each

Pretender,

Hostility and two-faced practices are contrived.

Los Ojos

I fill my lungs

With poison

To face each day

With solemn eyes,

They see humanity's

Mistakes plain as day,

And observe the

Absurdities that have been created.

Encrusted within this

Patched flesh,

My eyes are the only thing

That know truth,

Not my mind,

Nor conscience,

My eyes are the

Only thing trustworthy

For survival,

However unwanted,

Survival is what I am

Programmed to live for,

A truth known

Through the eyes of

A stoic being.

Ah the Stupidity that Surrounds Me

Run to her.

Run to him.

Walk away,

Quietly and hopelessly

Into oblivion,

Into the sunset,

Into the unknown.

It's been black for awhile,

And I'll never know

Truth from lies,

Ignorance consumes

This world

And I can't help

But be swallowed into it,

Since nothing makes sense,

Everyone labels things,

Blindly reading what is already known. 

Bitten by a Mosquito

Bitten,

Venom injects

Thoroughly through

The circulatory system.

Painfully slow,

Subtle sympathy shown.

Tears flow endlessly

For the pain kills.

Ripe pale-whiteness

Streaks the skin,

A sign of the destiny received.

No reason for the

Sudden strike,

But hunger and fear.

Drifting away,

The soul slowly rises

Into the black sky,

Death encompasses each

Muscle, each bone,

Burning it's way

Into the core of humanity.

Our mission,

Never accomplished,

Is over.

No time

For a kiss goodbye,

To be alone at the last

Breadth of suffering

Is thine end.

Yo God, You's Messed uP.

Why must it be this way?

Can nothing ever be simple,

Can truth not be known from the start?

Every part is a trial,

You say we are not judged, but

How can there be no judgement

If you keep us away from you?

We live trapped,

Die, unreleased,

Cycle again and again,

Because of our ignorance. 

Why do you tease us so?

Leading us to believe there is

More than this to live for,

Yet many are rejected. 

Questions

• How are planets formed (come about)?
• What are planets made from?
• How do they stay in orbit and why?
• Can plants feel pain? (nerves...is there a parallel nervous system within plants that would cause them to feel pain when picked or cut?) 
• Why are college students forced to take classes they are so uninterested in, they put no effort into the course and end up failing?
• Why is college so difficult...even when I study really hard, I cannot seem to pass a test, why?
• Why do people in relationships feel their partner must be loyal?
• Why are some people so unbelievably naive and boring? 
• Why are my parents so set on my succeeding in college...Why can't they be happy with the grades I make and know that no matter what, I will do fine in life.
• Why do panda's eat bamboo since bamboo is a weed?
• Why did anyone ever have the idea to  smoke pot (how was the idea thought of, why and who carried it out)? ...Did they smoke other types of plants and which ones?
• People STILL seem to think pot is a bad substance just because of the government and a few bad people, can they not see the great effects weed has on cancer patients etc? 
• Why do we pretend to listen to others even when we really are not?

Sleepy

Tiredness creeps over 

My brain,

Enticing me to sleep

A long slumber of

Peace.

A hazy cloud 

Encompasses my eyes,

Unable to see,

I fall into the womb 

Once more. 

The Longing

Death 

Oh sweet joy,

Come into my saddened soul,

Enrapture me

Within your dark pleasure, 

Tease me with the 

Knowledge of leaving

This Hell,

I am the living dead

Waiting for your

Fateful visit. 

A Quick Comment on My Present State

My body is becoming numb,

My eyes are twin black holes

Revealing the dark abyss 

Which fills my stomach,

My skin reveals my tired nature,

Each scale attracts unwanted attention

To my sad being,

The hair on my head fills with grease,

Laying flatly on my head;

Nothing matters anymore,

I don't care to matter to anyone. 

Me

I am tired 

Of being

Irresponsible 

And 

Stressed.

Maybe I should

Try 

Harder,

But I don't 

Have the 

Motivation to,

And I don't know

Why 

I have 

No Motivation. 

THE RUNNER

A whirlwind of ideas

Comes to mind

Each and every

Day,

Think

Think

Think,

While seated on the porch

Smoking a cigarette,

The desire to run away

From this life path

Irks the mind constantly,

It consumes the mind.

Running is the only way possible-

Into a whirlwind of 

Inebriation,

The mind sprints away

From this place,

These people,

All the money needed to survive,

To a place so dark

Gremlins and Sadists

Lurk in the corners,

Waiting to take travelers into

Their care,

Encroached in darkness

Comfort washes over the mind;

A place so dangerous

It feels safe,

A place to run

When all in reality is

Lost in a blurry haze,

There is no turning back

When the wounds run

Deeper than the

Earth’s core.

Bleeding green pus

All over the body,

No one understands

This feeling

Of such abandonment,

Only the one that runs,

For she fears death

Becoming her

If she stays.

 

The End of My Belief in Success

The endless array of

Tears

Fall from my body,

Failure looms

Like the angel of death

Over my shoulder,

I know what I have done

Is not wrong,

But detrimental to my life,

So I cry

Because there is nothing else

For me to do.

Lenses Removed

Not a moment 

I am spared 

From adoring you,

Each look ignites 

A warm rush

As my skin blushes

While watching your

Body over mine,

Move perfectly 

And beautifully,

With awe and clairvoyance

I know this is the start

Of something new,

That never has been

Experienced before.  

Under the Soft Light

Blankets tossed

Over the bed,

Sweaty bodies

Compressed so elegantly, intensely,

Breathing quickens

Along with the pace,

Colliding with each other

In tune with the music,

Lips touching,

Chests yearning,

Bodies' attached,

Surrounded by a brilliant aura,

Magical in it's composition,

Rather indescribable,

All the shivers and quakes exchanged

Awaken the glory of the soul

Which has lurked inside

Asleep for so long,

A new spirit stirs within

Opening thine eyes

To the world.

La Ventana

Te veo 

A través de mi ventana, 

Tus ojos la mirada 

A mi, 

Sin miedo, 

Sin duda 

En mi mente 

Que mi importa, 

Me ganó, 

Te ganó 

Y me ganaste, 

Te quiero 

Mi amor, 

Si yo lo sabemos todo 

O no.    

Prodigy

Your hands in my hair,

On my skin,

Tracing my lips,

I am with you In all thine glory,

All over my skin,

My eyes,

My mouth,

Senses heightened,

Breadth shortened,

Divine intervention

The electricity charges itself,

Coursing through my veins

I feel you,

All of you,

In one triumphant swoop,

You are the part of me I once lost

A life ago,

Rejoice!

For you were dead

And are now alive,

You have been lost

And are now found.

Thine Turf Encrusts Thee

I am so bored I shall die, 

There is no light in the sky 

This time of day, 

My body starts to slowly decay, 

Death creeps close 

Since it feels my woes, 

Alone as always, 

Trapped within a maze, 

Darkness surrounds my atmosphere 

And I must admit there is much I fear, 

Ode to the anxious- 

I empathize with you, 

We are the few 

Who carry a cross so heavy 

All hope drowned in the leavy 

“The day,” someone once said, “the music died,” 

No matter how hard they tried 

The music stood still 

And the entire world began to kill, 

My heart sank 

Like a tank 

Blown into flames, 

The rains 

Cry heavily throughout the earth, 

All life is encrusted within thine turf. 

Prophesy of an Ignorant Soul

Constructive criticism,

This is how we roll,

Critiquing people

Everywhere they go,

North and South,

Toward Western Seas

And Eastern lands

They shall dictate...

A rule that shall last two thousand years,

Mankind will fight to the death,

Until a chosen one descends

And saves all innocent, naive souls,

He shall lead ye to a new divinity level

On this plant, in this universe,

We shall see a new path,

Our true paths

And purify and perfect our divine souls.

We will know if we pass this test, this level

When our human forms rise from their

"Caterpillar cocoons" and set their

"Butterfly," metaphorically speaking, souls

Free to enter the next life...

The next spherical level of the plan,

Where we shall purify our souls further,

We will be shown the path to purification and

Ultimate divinity by path of the one sent to lead

Us toward the higher

Self.

This is highly complicated, and may be further studiedIn books such as _____, _______ and ________.

But I shallNot delve into that topic at the present moment.

We must seek this higher Self in order to achieve

The ultimate Plan.

Only through peace, which is achieved

By practicing spreading love upon

All your fellow mankind.

Envy must be terminated.

It is the root of all evil.

Jealousy and greed follow under

Envy's category.

Hate is a projection of harbored feelings

Listed above.

Love is the key to higher divinity's box of secrets.

Peace will come when

Mankind is in touch

With each his own soul,

And ultimately with the rest of your bretheren,

Hence all the people; women, men, children,

Of every shape and size,

Will project the miracle of

Love

Upon the Earth and then achieve

Peace and higher levels.

A curious allingment of ancient native practices,

Trying to achieve higher levels of being,

Most practicing peace,

But of course some turned to evil-

His own lustful, gluttonous, revolting practices,

That because of his lack of a strong Self,

Turns to a waste of a soul and possibly

Shall roam the earth, first as a ghost,

Then one day when ready,

Reincarnated over and over,

How many times it takes

For him to achieve peace

And enter the next realm.

That is all I have to say on the

Subject at the moment.

You are My Amor

Fixated on by your sight,

Senses creep through me

Telling my brain

The truths it beholds;

Su atractivo sexual

Escalofríos por mi espina dorsal,

Mi corazón se abre

Para usted,

Te necesito;

I want you,

Inside and out,

Through and through

We belong together;

Se está moviendo muy rápidamente,

Este amor;

Tú eres mi amor

Y yo soy tuyo;

For now,

For then,

For before we ever met,

Siempre en mi corazón.

After All

How everything dies
Eventually,
All must wither
And decay
In the end,
Darkness radiated through
Our life and
Sucks out
Our souls.
We float mercilessly 

Over the planet,

Looking down 

Reveling in all our lifelessness, 

Smiling, 

For we are soon 

Reborn into 

A new life, 

And begin again.