the spark and the blade of grass

The energy became clear
suddenly- a tiny spark
survives on a stomped stogie
as it lays limp in the right lane,
caught by the wind the spark
drifts to a nearby patch-
new green grass sprouts from
a dead yard, greeting the
afternoon sun shyly,
the flicker lands on a fresh
blade, a game emerges:
the ember against Mother Nature-
under the hot summer sun
fire emerges the victor
as the spark nests on a green tip,
it slowly burns the single
blade of grass, growing
vastly each millimeter
until a fire transpires,
enveloping the entire patch
with heated energy;

No longer does a patch of life
exist in the midst of dead earth,
the yard is now truly One
putrefied energy, stagnant
yet hopeful.

her and he

her eyes cleared
the mangled tears,
she saw what they saw-
he in front of the church,
arms crossed,
shoulders bent,
hair in face,
tattered clothes.

advance slowly toward
he, careful for
knives may flee
behind holed pockets,
her feet padded
ground silently,
two feet away, her arm
reached up to his
folded forearm, a touch,
he glances her way-
at first a glare
then softens eyes.

he pulls one bound
limb toward her neck,
barely a touch
her warm breath
cradles the body
that confines he,
snaps back, afraid-
her smile assures
he of her good intentions,
a sudden gleam off
a silver knife poking
through his pocket hole,
he panics, knife removed,
points forward,
her quick hand
lowers it away.

sweet smile is given,
he cowers embarrassed,
her silent consideration
washes fear away,
he lingers, head down,
eyes on her twinkling
perfectly painted toes,
her hand lifts chin,
tears fall on her fingers,
he catches her eye, smiles
and dives into her soul
where it is safe from
the terrible world
of the day.

The North Wind

ahold of we,
sway muscles uncontrollably,
got this inside,
music becomes one
with the idea of identity,
intoxicate, breathe, no release,
know it's wordless speech
as it sings to dampened souls
tales life never knew
until notes blew wind
North, to the ears of silent
creatures insane by confusion.

music hit that North wind,
ears perked, eyes widened,
realization dawned, mysteries
revealed through the simple
sound of harmony wailing
in the North wind.

Grass and Land

Grass inhibits every part,
Legs sprawl into the openness
of the soft green carpet,
Dew seeps inside the uncovered
Skin, an act so miniscule
the Realization of bondage
Escapes the mind,
the Body knows, no need
to Mind the connecting
Particles, the little
tid bits of DNA that spread
throughout the being,
what Binds body to earth.

The Cycle of the Life of Plastic

Congregate my friends,
There is something to learn-
About not only yourself,
The Environment as well.

Oceans are continuously polluted
From our own backyards,
Plastic bags roam into rivers,
Flood into the Earth's main source-
Animals eat these strange
Apparitions, ingest, poison,
Kill, we need these creature
To Survive, we ingest the
Toxic beings into our own
Carcass, a slow venom infiltrates,
Which we pass along to our
Kin, the cycle of
The Life of Plastic,
Quickened by every tick.

Mr. Glass

Hello, man laying on the bed.
The one laying on the left of the green-sheeted XL twin bed.
The dude, laying on his back holding his laptop close to his face.
The boy stretched out comfortably, his right knee up, plaid boxers hanging out from his medium-wash denim jeans.
The guy with a geometrically decorated belt, barley holding his jeans on his waste.

Hello beautiful man, masked in the corner of the room, lurking in the shadows of the dresser and his own laptop.
The hottie nerd wearing his glasses that he's had since he was eight.
The darling with the cute dimples and sly smile that makes my heart grin.
That one person that is all mine, in his personal glory, my one true love, my soul mate.

The Monsters Ate It

Horizons bloom into oblivion
Where school kids drift off to bed,
No one quite knows the reason
Monsters come alive each night
Like flowers from plants,
They eat fruit from backyard trees,
Leaving poor children to cry
For their dessert is gone
Every blooming spring.

Emotional Creature

I am an Emotional Creature.

Oh by golly, how true that is. Thank you Eve Ensler, for giving me encouragement to break free as a woman, proud to be me in every sense of cushiness, pillowed-lipped, fluttery eyed wonderfulness.

The woman's body (from the coveting eyes of a man):

Follow the soft contours of her curves. Starting with her slender, swan-like neck, work your way down to her collar bone, which tastefully frames her beautiful face. Her shoulders round down, creating a glow about her small wistful arms that swing as she walks. Eyes rest on her ample breasts, the soft light flushes off her pale bosom, her fleshy, yet hard nipples practically beg to be touched. Her rib cage settles comfortably below the spectacle, stretching into her plushy stomach, which rounds her wide hips in a lovely splendor. Your eyes follow the inevitable V-shape toward her Garden of Eden, the most forbidden part of her being. Drool falls from your lips, the hunger for her nectar sets in as her curved thighs come into view. Shaped like an upside-down vase, her long legs run toward the ground, sprouting tuliped feet, garnished with blood red petals. Ever so mellifuluously delicate, the Woman's body is coveted by many, however only granted to one.

mouth watering

pizza cheese dripping
into the mouths of the hungry,
delectable, homemade melted
mozzarella swirling onto their
tongues, igniting a dollop of
warm drool to linger
atop pouty pink lips,
it falls like a droplet of water
from a tulip's petal,
a splash, instantly
soaked up into the carpet,
savor the taste, remember
each intense flavor,
eyes closed, mouth puckered,
curled up with pleasure,
anticipating the first bite
of a foodgasim.

journal entry of Beliefs and Possibilities

Emerson correlates magnificently to the author of The Symphony of the Zodiac. Both authors express ideas that complement the other, which is almost ironic because when I bought and started reading The Symphony of the Zodiac, I thought, and still believe, fate brought me to that book. The ideas, and thoughts that that book sparked inside of me have helped me realize truths I had never thought existed. It really opened up my mind, and gave me the tools to discover life in a new light. Now, in Spring 2011, a year after happening across The Symphony of the Zodiac, I am introduced to Ralph Waldo Emerson's Self Reliance.
Just by reading the introduction, which is written by Richard Whelan, I stand even more inspired. These two books are written in opposite parts of the world-one in America, the other in the East, near India. It's incredible to me that two people, that have never crossed paths or practiced the same religion can come to such similar conclusions about the cycle and purpose of life, the soul, and the human condition. Both write of the idea of the divine self and Universal Soul and most of their convictions make perfect sense to me.

I also must dwell on the possibility of all life extending from one tiny, condensed ball of matter (or energy). Somewhere, there is the point where all existence began, "The Point of Singularity," where all life stems from and still grows from, since the universe is still expanding. What if: all life that this tiny ball of matter creates eventually returns to it, the life-source, which fuels the creation of ever-expanding life forms...
We on this planet, Earth, will eventually collaborate into One being, One existence and become 'rays of light of the sun.' We will progress further into enlightenment, passing through several layers of the higher rings of divinity, until we, as one entity, finally reach (or earn, or become) absolute "Holiness" or "Divinity" that we become to exist as part in that condensed ball of matter. By achieving this highest form of divinity, we will be able to create more life-resulting in the expansion of space, in order to make room for new universes, new solar systems, new planets, new life. This is the point that regulates life as it exists, the point that keeps the circle of everything to keep existing and flowing.

The Divine Within

If we as humans could comprehend the divine within ourselves, the possibilities would be endless.

Jesus Christ was able to multiply wine and fish, walk on water, raise people from the dead, and even raised himself from the dead. He was superbly in touch with himself and his inner self, and loved endlessly. -What if Jesus was simply a soul that had reached enlightenment but decided to sacrifice (another) life on Earth in order to point humans in the right direction: inward. He taught them how to rely on themselves, essentially, for guidance, though he taught this lesson through example, showing us that our inner selves are divine. Jesus seems to have simply been a being so attune to his own divinity that the seemingly impossible was made possible, the miracles he performed were merely demonstrations of how powerful we can be by reaching Enlightenment within ourselves. Wisdom which is power comes from within the divine spirit, which lies within all creation. All that is necessary to attain this omniscient Wisdom is to believe in our divinity, embrace it, dwell on/in it and accept that we are One with the Universal Soul.

Universal Light

Look into the light-
This divine exuberance blasting
Forth from the soul, in a
Mad explosion, bathe in your
Light, this ever-present
Wisdom, soak up every bit you can,
For it knows you better than
You know yourself.

Days of Nothing

i've got no where to go,
stuck in one place
i find shit to look at,
and some shit to fill up time,
why do i write?
why can't i find
something worth while-
something that they think is worth while,
i'm fine the way it is,
why can no one support
lackadaisical expansion?

The Perks of Drinking

i keep taking
shot after shot,
hoping the pain of the days
will be drowned away
somehow, someway,
shot after shot,
beer after beer,
i've got nothing to show
but happiness and cheer,
leave me on the bench
outside your window,
to have a couple thoughts
while you watch, perplexed
from wine, puff after puff
my mind works on leaving
stupering about across
oceans of spiced rum,
i feel like every thing's alright,
so i take another drag,
accompanied by another shot,
and know all is alright.

Sunlight

I watch the rings of light
bear witness to acts of indiscretion,
seeing as how movement
repeats and rewinds, a play
recording what has been, what will be;

those rings of light
circle around their eyes,
dance into their minds,
aiding their decision making skills,
life's controlling factor
weens to and fro
leading them to believe
it's all much bigger than it seems,
although it's no larger than it seems.

comment on society

write, write, write... what they tell me to do. i hear them repeating words to me, words and phrases, what to do, what to do? so many options, i'm overwhelmed. what am i supposed to do? work, write, work. be part of society...society. go to school, get a degree, get a job, make money, find a place to live, pay bills, buy food, make a family. sounds about right. this society bears us, so it can mold us into it and help it grow. oh society. i write, work, write some more, for me, for society.

we exist as Pebbles in Sand

Days move swiftly
like tumbleweed roaring
past desert storms and unhealthy
norms. Dawdle silently, no
one is to hear the
slow progression of our
lives, our sad pathetic
lies. Much is accomplished
by aimlessly betting time away,
we learn and search,
curiosity tightens it's grip
around putrid throats. Ah!
Enlightenment pours through
harvested souls, infiltrating
every ambiguous aspect of our
being. Onward we march, knowledgeable
by extinction, grand through
Divination.