Many Lives, Many Masters

Through Death We Live Forever.



El Voz Verdarero.


Karmic Scars.


A Consciousness Climbing To A Higher Path.


The Wait Is The Worry.

(these four phrases all came to me while i was driving back home this afternoon.)



Concepts of what is reality
should be reassessed
in order to give us
what might be a more
accurate view of what
the true nature of existence is.


The mind willing to push itself to the outer edge
of what is known and unknown will suffer but
it will come to a deeper understanding that is
available to those who choose to make the leap.


Greed has been a flaw in the human character for as
long as we have been a species conscious of our actions.
We are not bound to it as much as consumed by it.


These words are reminders to the self that can be lost
very easily when obscured by the grind of "modern" life.


Technology is the manifestation of the inner desire to create.

Purse Your Lips And Look To The Sun

Girl Of My Dream

it was too good to be real
and it was happening to me.
that should have been a clue
to me that it was all passing
moments in a dream scape.

you seemed so perfect with me
as we met and talked together.

we went somewhere soft and warm
and lost track of time.

you were beautiful.
you were also a little shorter than me
from what i recall.

laying down with you was
wonderful and it was just
too good to be true.

we were driving some distant
and unfamiliar road and then...

i woke up

and our time together was done.

it is now morning and i wonder
if you exist

and if we will ever meet.

The Dead Voice Of Reason

The Dead Voice Of Reason
He used to make so much sense,
more so than those who claim
to have it on their side.
But like all the good ones
he was taken too soon.
So I wonder what he would say
about our present state of affairs.
I am not sure what words he would
use but I can be sure that he would
be very angry at the wool that has
been pulled over our eyes.

Oh Yes.

burn out talk
let's do it
and not talk
about it.
let's do it
together
and never
look back.
let's do it
and forgot
all doubt.

What Is Worth It?

20somethingitch
that itch
is infecting the mind
against the heart.

that itch
is telling the heart
those dreams deceive.

that itch
is the only thing
that does deceive.

that itch
has gotten many over
the years

but it
won't get
me.


reminding you
I know you can fight
for the things that
are worth fighting for.
keep going,
keeping breathing.
I am right beside you.

Where The Golden Pond Meets The Ocean

you are golden still in my eyes.


music
we are trying to build
something from our pain
that can outlast our
corporeal selves
and render us
immortal.



regicide
wear your smile well
right before
the dagger
is drawn
to deliver
the final blow
against
the emperor.



empujando
all of this
is
all that we
are.
all of this
is
what we are
becoming.

The FUTURE

Vote Of Confidence
sometimes it only takes
a few words to decide
what you wish to do
for the rest of your life.
ok, maybe not the entire
rest of your life
but at least a good part of it.


no one watching
Do something good
not because anyone is watching
but because it is the right thing
for your heart and mind.



Bales.
the future is writing itself
as i think and
as i write at
this very moment.
it is a beautifully
terrifying thing
to see the threads
tie together
into the picture
on the loom.


Now and Tomorrow
my love for you has not
been tampered with any
of our fights or differences.
the purity of emotion that
pushes this expression
is the bond that has held us.




action now determines the future
before it arrives.
tomorrow waits
only for today.



this is our game to win

Jigsaw Pieces

Waiting
in between doing
so many things
there is always
that part which
is purely waiting
around for the moments
to fall into a
perfect line.
it takes some time
for this to happen.
but as the they begin
to come into focus
it becomes that much
more interesting
to live a life
with as little
fear as possible.


=
no risk= no challenge
no challenge = most lives
most lives = not for me.



running distance
our lives are running along
different parts of the same path.
the track is so vast that it often
appears to not be the same path
at all. that is the funniest part
of all .



Anyone can get some fancy degree and write. But not everyone has heart. If you have the heart and courage to do something, then you will succeed.

Blanche, Alone In The White Woods

Blanche
you beautiful
and precious
relic,
holding on
to those notions
of chivalry
that once were
the rule
or so we are told.
your gentle heart
is too fragile
to live in these days.
illusion builds into
a perfect wall
against reality
until the two
are intertwined
into one seamless
story that has to be true.
it has to, doesn't it?
you bleed inside your mind
as she cannot resist him
and you drive him
to those acts
in the end,
when all reason
will be severed from you.
alone in some room
far from the world outside
your mind must be
such a beautiful place
to be now.

Rend Your Heart...

Rend Your Heart Upon The Rocks




"Dreams often fade and die in a bad,bad world"
-the Kinks



the days descend to the waters edge
before the ascent of the
porcelain flower of the sky.


if you ever gave me back my heart
i would have no more need for it.

the water calls me back
like a moth to the flame.
the wind whistling
in the spring breeze.

we've known about it for years and said nothing.


"i miss the morning dew, fresh hair and sunday school."
-the Kinks

A Game Of Pool With Fate

Doing This
the sheer will and determination
that it takes to get somewhere
in this life is sometimes the only
thing that is pushing the dream
forward into what will hopefully
be reality.

it is relentless in it's intoxicating
fragrance. it will make you
sacrifice everything else in order
to do this to the full extent that
it demands.

there will be casualties along the
way but that is always the case.
life will not always reward those
with the talent and clarity of
vision but it is always worth the
pursuit and risk of death and
madness.

Lotus Flower

Spreading Lotus
Flower won't you bloom for me?
Push your petals
apart for me
and let me see
the nectar
you hide within.
Lotus Flower
so pure
won't you
treat me
to your
ecstasy?
Bloom for me
beneath
the moon so
bright
and let me
feed from
your nectar
tonight.

Serial Monogamy

Serial Monogamy

is it safe to say that many of you
are guilty of this without
realizing it?

one heart broken leads to another
heart taken with no space
in between to allow
the broken bonds to heal.
love?
lust?
love?
or misguided attempts
to not have to be alone
no matter who
or what the cost?

I am leery of those
who cannot stand
to be by themselves.
Those who are always
in the arms of another
and make nothing out of nothing.

Love can be real
but you can be mistaken
as well.

Don't be afraid to be alone
from time to time.

If you can't stand to be
by yourself
then how do you expect
someone else
to be with you?



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drowning in ambition ]
is better than drowning ]
in an ocean of nothing. ]
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una noche
what a sight it was
to see you undressed
on your bed.
we might as well
have been on the beach.

Welcome To Reality

Fiction Romance
build the dream into an ideal
that becomes unreachable
so that everything else
becomes a failed expectation.

so many happy people
running around
so many happy people
might as well be dead .

does the mind cease to function
once the heart has been sated
or is it possible to find a medium
between heart and reason?

i have never found there to be
a good balancing point between
heart and reason, it always seems
to teeter back and forth in a

constant imbalance that might
level out for a brief moment
or two that is all too fleeting
to be real or enduring.

there are things worse than death
but often times we will never know
them until the we see them. loveless
living is not the end but not optimal.

Prediction

The Future
the present
is quickly
becoming
something else
more terrifying
and violent
unless we
face the truth
in the mirror
and look past it
into new action

There Is Always Something More Terrifying To Learn About

Sleep Paralysis
it is our own fault sometimes
for the unknown terrors we
suffer through in our lives.

sleep should always be thought
of as a wonderful and needful
respite for the modern lives

we seem to lead. i have always
been torn and conflicted with
sleep from a relatively young age.

it has terrified me at times as
almost nothing else has. in recent
times there were moments when

this became a nightmarish ordeal
that made me wonder if childhood
nightmares were now incarnate.


lying in bed asleep then bolting up
wide awake but feeling completely
physically paralyzed and unable to

cry out. this happened enough that
the last time it occurred i had had
enough of this happening to me.

as it occurred i remember laughing
inside my head and thinking that
this cannot harm me.

i've been fine since then but there
are still many nights ahead waiting
for me to come to the night time reaches.



the darkness inside
i used to love embracing
the numbing effect of alcohol
as my mind and body would
succumb to its dark kiss.
it would come to me like a lover
and we would dance together
and slip deeper and deeper
into the descending darkness.
morning would come and she
would always be gone but not
before she would spite my head
to remind me of how much a fool
i had been the night before.
we have since parted company
though i think about her from
time to time over the nights
when i'm with friends and old
drinking buddies. i will taste her
sweet lips once more some distant
night but until then at least i know
i don't need to take that dark embrace
to the path of annihilation.




The Problem With 'Artists'
Fuck Poetry
Fuck Art
Fuck Pretension
Fuck This
Fuck You
Fuck Music
Fuck Literature
Fuck Heaven
Fuck Hell
GIVE ME HONESTY
IN YOUR EXPRESSION




Bleed for your art or don't make it at all.

Patterns and Patterns Within Patterns

REPEATER
history likes to look
at the present
and point
and laugh.
history thinks to itself
'this has happened before,
i wonder if anyone will notice.'
no one ever does
which is why the story
keeps repeating itself
over and over
like it's happening
again for the first time.

2 quick thoughts...

Your Heartbeat Is the Thunder In My Head



From Here, EVERYWHERE.

I Guess You Could Call Them Bad Choices

better luck next time
is it just my luck
or perhaps pure intention
that i always screw it up somehow?
perhaps i keep that inner part of me
too guarded to those who want to see.
so another one gone but for the best
it could be said. i would not have
wanted to keep pulling you along
this way. i guess these are my
final thoughts on us and then.



shar shar
playing those games
on the floor as
you tried to put
those scrabble pieces
in your mouth
was surely something
i won't forget.
it is something
i needed to see to
remember
once we laugh
we can move on
again.



no es sabado gigante
get ready to face
the sun once more
and the day outside.

its oh so beautiful
with the birds
singing to all us
broken people

waiting for us
to come outside
once again.






Peros en un barco
estan bailando
otra vez.


la muchacha
no esta tomando
pero si esta
fumando

Like Losing Love You Never Had.

Hello Stranger!
I wonder
who the hell
reads all of these
words that I am
sending to the void.
Cause I know
it sure as hell
is not me.



Windows Like Mirrors
the next time that you are driving
through the crowded city streets
or the traffic choked freeways,
take a moment to look at the faces
of the people in the cars around you.
all the possible emotions you can
imagine and more are on display.
the faces that are sullen and beat
down by the machinations of our
modern world,the looks of
impatient ecstasy as they await
the return to homes or loved ones
with some tremendous news.
the faces on the road tell the story
of the world one car at a time.
if you would only look out to the face
looking right at yours.





some random bit
Being the perpetual dreamer
has its advantages
as well as its drawbacks.
But anyone who did not
already know that is surely
a fool.


Like Losing Love You Never Had.




You have become a memory
that is awaiting return
to my conscious thoughts

Destroy The Dam And Let The River Flow

SHUT THE FUCK UP she said
i don't know anyone,
not even my close friends
who can understand
the torrent of
activity
that takes up
residence in my mind
on any given day
at any give moment.
i can let the words
spill out for hours
if you would let me.
when i sit down to write
sometimes it just keeps
flowing through my
fingertips
that mistakes abound
as the flesh struggles
to keep pace
with the fury
that is forcing
its way out of my head.
you may say i talk too much
but you will never know
or understand the inner
dialog that races
around every moment.
you may say i talk too much
or perhaps
you don't talk enough.
for as much as i may talk
some times i think
you forget
that i always do
what i say.
how many can claim that?

I Drowned Before You Could Save Me

PEEL
all this new skin
is peeling away
to reveal
something
new that
i did not
know was
there.
i can see it
coming off
in sheets
from my
stomach,
back
and legs.
not quite clear
enough to see
through
completely
but enough
to see the light.
this newly exposed
flesh begins
to glisten
in the rays
of the morning
sun.


Mater
we began our ascent
so innocently
so many years ago.
none of our
fore bearers
could have foreseen
the future
that we now
call the present.
padre
and mater
lay in such
an unfortunate
divide
that perhaps
we are struggling
once more
to get to
mater
again.



Donde El Corazon Vive
Love
does not exist
in only one way.
It exists in ways
and forms
that many of us
would be hard
pressed to recognize
at first glance.
Love
shifts its form
over and over
to the time
and the individual.
there is no such thing
as a human that
has led a
loveless life.



Bottlelips
There has been
a certain type of clarity
in me the last few months
since i last put that
precious bottle
to my lips.
My mind seems to be
firing off its
hopes and ambitions
at such a frightening pace
that it now seems
everything is possible
and within grasp
if the strength to achieve
remains.
There are worse things
that could happen
to someone
when they go sober
but this is probably
a pretty good one.

Ambition Will Make You Or Destroy You

Manifest
conscious thoughts being transformed
into physical reality
is not as impossible
as it may seem.
the hard part
is having the thought
in the first place.


A Night In The Pacific Northwest
The destination
is in sight.
Keep heading
straight for the dawn
and never
relent.

Brief Spring

Define The Line



Behind The Curtains
The possibility
and promise
of existence
is far greater than
what most
humans can now
conceive.
We have tamed
ourselves
and our world
only to lose
control
over what
burns inside.
Knowledge cries out,
begging
to reveal itself
to those minds
willing to make
the leap
to other worlds
obscured
by our arrogance
and invention.
The doors are not
hidden to us.
They are always
around
in the fields
and forests
of the earth,
waiting to reveal
the truth
and nature
of nature.




something like that
This is not love,
this is something else.
This is who we are
at the moment
with each other.
I don't make promises
I can't keep
any longer.
That is why we are
how we are.
I hope
you can
understand.


Breaking Down The Doors
a means
to understand
that which
must be
experienced
in order to be
understood.
to open that door
is to destroy it forever
and leave the
doorway
open
for all comers.

quote

your eyes are as empty
as a million dead suns.

Wishfully Thinking

MUSE, MOVE ME.



Mirror Mirror
some people find it easier
to fill their heads
with passing thoughts
of fancy
and do nothing
about them
as they go through
their days.
those thoughts
come and go
and remain as
goals to one day strive for
but never actually
have the ambition
to do.
after years of living
these thoughts
go unfulfilled
in the heart
and gradually another
thought enters the mind:
what happened to me?
once that has happened
there can only be one answer
and one place where the blame
can be placed upon.
the answer always lies in the
mirror.



Optimism
Dreams are never failures
no matter what the outcome.
At worst
a dream becomes
the template
for the next wave
of success.



All the beautiful women I've known and You.
It is very easy
to get lost in
thoughts of infatuous
love.
The body gravitates
to those whose visages
most ensnare
the easily enraptured
parts of anatomy.
Such base desire
has fueled our species
for time immemorial.
Could it be all the feelings
of Love and Lust
are just simple
chemical interactions
in our brains
that we have assigned
a deeper emotional resonance
that perhaps has no basis
in reality?
Is Love Real?
We can discuss this
and have no definitive answer
no matter what all the poets
have ever written.
Lust is definitely real
and we have more than enough
proof and shattered hearts
to prove it.


Alonity
I used to think
that I had been in Love.
I sincerely used to believe it
but have since
gone back to look
and have found none of it
was ever truly there.
those words that I have said
are now revealed to be
What they truly were,
emotional blackmail.
I have never fully given my heart
to anyone so purely and so
completely.
It is sad to contemplate such a fact
but it is one that I am ok with
at the present moment.
sometimes being alone
can be the greatest comfort
that no other person can provide.

Shit Or Get Off The Pot

advice for the modern masses
it's hard to feel sorry
for those people
that complain
that their lives
are not what they
had hoped they
would be.
life will make us
suffer disappointment
and defeat
as tests of will
and strength of heart.
if those are enough
to cripple and defeat you
then those paths
were not for you.
truth in such ways
is always hard to accept.
if you can persevere
through such slings
then your work
will bring you to where
you need to be.
life is always a choice
that is in our hands.
stop complaining
and get on with it.

Mine? Uh...

Mine? Uh...
I can see in your eyes
the fire that burns in your heart.
It is a beautiful thing
that is inside of us
which keeps us in
constant motion.
We are enraptured
by the possibilities
of our two chosen mediums
that will produce
many of the same results.
We continue on
with these slightly divergent paths
which meet again and again
from to time to time.
You are the beautiful darling
whom I hope to be with
perhaps some far
and distant day.

Canadian Acid

R.R.
i think i could be
good for you
if you wanted
me to.
you are young
and gorgeous
and still
finding your
way through
the days
that we're
living.
i think i could be
good for you
if you wanted
me to.


reaffirm
there has to be
something more
to life than just what
they have told you
your whole life.
and i am determined
to find it and live
this life out on
my own terms.



canadian acid
some stories you just can't
make up.
they happen
and you remember
them for many years after
cause you have no choice
once they have been seared
into your head.

Finally, Rest For The Weary Heart

Dead Deer Hearts
I don't miss you much
if at all.
Could it be
I've learned
to be able to fall?
There's no point
in jealousy.
Guess it doesn't matter
what you think
of me.
When his time
with you is done
you'll come
calling back to me.
I won't be around
anymore for you
cause I am done
with this game
and I am done
with YOU.

Fact

fact
sometimes
it hurts.
sometimes
it feels
amazing.
but it
is always
life.

My Life. Rough Draft #1

Delete
it is much easier
these days to
make divisions
in our lives
between
love and its failure.
to cut those ties
and move on.
to cut out those pieces
of the heart
and throw them
to the wind.



fail me now
fail me now
before
i have the chance
to fail you.
fail me now
before
i have the chance
to give you my heart.
fail me now
or else
i will have to love you
the way i have longed to
for many years.




THE Answer
it gets easier from
moment to moment
sometimes.

to forget the long chain
that remains to be grasped
in front of us.

getting older
has always been
better than being

the young fool
who had no idea
where to look

for the answers
to the questions
he asked.

the answers are not there
and never have been.
what they failed to tell us is

that we must provide
all the answers ourselves
for this life.

Let Your Beauty Be My Truth

a close distance
your memory
is not so distant
though the time
since last we spoke is.
your kind smile
and sweet voice
remind me
that there is
some good
left in the world
and you
are of it.


tu beso
if you kissed me
the way
you look at me
i would be yours
forever.


long distance
keep running forward.
eventually you will be
right back here
if you go far enough.

Sing Your Sorrowful Heart Out To Me Again My Love.

All These Dreams Move Away From Me
you'll call me when you need me,
talk to me when you feel like it,
see me if you ever get the time,
be with me if your heart ever meets mine.

we closed such distance within ourselves
only to push apart again.

desire can't be
such a
one sided affair.

that is what it has been
with us for time immemorial

and now i am ready
to let you go
for good
for ever
if that is what
we need to be.


dancing on that grave
wouldacouldashoula
by now already
if there had been a chance
wouldacouldashoulda
if there had been a chance all along.
now i dance
on the grave of these fond memories
packing that dirt
tighter and tighter
onto the coffin below.
your feet don't move
to the sound
of the backyard rhythm
that makes me
pound my feet
harder and harder
down
down
down
onto
that grave below.


good enough
i would sing these words to you
in a song
if i could sing.
i would sing these words
over guitar
if i could play guitar.
i would tear my heart out for you
if i had
a heart left to break apart.
so this will have to do for you,
this will have to do
and i'm sure it'll be fine,
it'll be good enough
for you
and that'll be
good enough for me.


morning song
morning sing to me,
morning sing to me
through the window
and onto my weary head.
morning come to me,
morning come to me
and make me rise
from this bed again.
morning take me,
morning take me
to where i need to be
and where i need to go.
morning breathe hope
morning breathe hope
into my lungs again
to make it through today.
morning
make me strong enough.


on distance
every step is a mile
every mile
a space i need to cross
from here
to where i need to be.
nothing easy can be good.
nothing good has ever been easy.
every step a mile
every step
closer
to where i need to be.


the difference between then and now
drowning my sorrow
into the empty bottle
was the only way
this used to end.
those nights are done
and these days are starting
with the bottle full
and the cap seal unbroken.
when night comes by
and leaves,
the bottle cap seal
will be the same
as it ever was.