Communicate

Ravens speak darkness while Frost speaks of snow

But tormented minds share a likeness, you know

Rather than rhythm repeating tempo

I’ll ink what I think as the rules I let go

Words are not wisdom they’re just thoughts that we think

And letters are naught but concepts that you shrink

Shrink into something that conveys a wink

Or some other thing that makes minds start to sync

Language, invented, is a thing that as we

Have all come together and seem to agree

That “this” can mean “that” and that “him” can mean “he”

Or “she” could mean “you” and the person you’ll be

All that we know was created by one

One single person who first said “I’m done”

Done with the guessing, who said “It’s begun,

Beginning today, ‘tis where we are from”

Their tribe founded reason, and logic, indeed

From then to forever, these words we now heed

And so twas’ the birth of this language we read

To finally find all these words that we need

If letters and numbers, or words din’t exist

Then chaos would still reign so high in our midst

Alas, we can speak now, our lips have been kissed

If not for this language, our thoughts would be missed

Darkness

In darkness these thoughts have made into their place

They’ve stolen my mind and hold it in embrace

After the curtains fall there’s a new face

That torments and consumes my every thoughts’ space

This strength is a weakness, it follows me so

It’s grip only tightens when asked to let go

Constantly clawing, as if my shadow

And nothing I do can restrain it, I know

So sorely I long to be rid of my fate

For the burdens I bear seem to be far too much weight

Twisting and turning, I wish they’d stay straight

For solace I’m searching, for calm I await

In darkness these thoughts have made into their place

And there’s nothing to stop it from starting to race

Stop. I sincerely want one day of grace

Stop. There’s only so much I can face

For Better or Worse

Sitting in solitude, lonely, I know

Glancing and gazing out of this window

I wish that the hands of this clock would move slow

But everyone seems to have somewhere to go

Why must every journey turn into a race

Why do we seem always have something to chase

Spending life sprinting and quickening the pace

When we could instead make the most of our place

Donning these things that we don’t even need

So we can catch up, get ourselves up to speed

Is it all vanity, is it all greed

Or is it the way we’ve been taught to succeed

Think of your values, what things do you want

Are they sincere or just things you can flaunt

Words are all words, no matter the font

Their meanings don’t change be you poor, debutante

New Beginnings

Some things are wanted

Some things are earned

Some things are instinct

Some things are learned

No one is born

With silver in hand

They may think they do

But don’t own their land

Life, it’s a battle

Fought by warriors, for ground

No parcel is given

No acre is found

Nothing is owed in this journey we’re on

And kings can be toppled by anyone’s pawn

Pride, it dost come ‘fore the vain who will fall

As no one escapes a true reckoning call

Righteousness might be the flag that you bear

But everyone knows there’s no substance in there

Vanity’s victim, though maybe you’d care

If only your mirror made you self-aware

But that’s how it goes

This story I tell

And those who preceded

Knew all too well

Nothing they said would be thought of until

Their bones had been buried, and yet even still

So many things they wrote ended up true

And yet here we are, still saying “well you”

Nobody gets that the issues within

For nobody wants to admit that they sin

We live and we laugh in a world; make- believe

Then we still wonder why we can’t achieve

Achieve all the things which we claim that we want

Ironically by our own ghost are we haunt

Truth is not easy, such burden to bear

Yet in its embrace we’d see how much we share

Some things are wanted

Some things are earned

It’s time that we listen

And forget what we’ve learned

Vanity

Fame is not what it once was

It did not do what it now does

The days of old are gone at last

For that which was has long since passed

Those who seek its key and door

Do not know what they’re fighting for

Expecting glee, they rush inside

And loneliness is all they find

They dream of being on a stage

But empty inkwells pen no page

An audience can not do good

If there’s no message understood

Long ago, we fought for pride

Yet now we all know, deep inside

That those who chase for naught but me

Seek nothing more than vanity

Sinless Stone

All these people, all these poses

Looking through a lens of roses

Spinning, swirling, they’re all dancing

It’s their minds they are romancing

We all go out, play the game

At night we know we’re all the same

Doing things we say we don’t

And then pretend and say we won’t

Yet you and I both know the truth

So step in my confession booth

Tell me things you want to say

That might make your guilt go away

Tell me what things that you hold

Deep inside your lonely soul

Then I’ll tell you all of mine

As we both see we’re the same kind

That there’s nothing we should fear

And guards should vanish; disappear

For all who live will commit sin

It’s how things work, this world were in

Next time a finger points at you

I say, this is what you should do

Get them in a room, alone

And show them this here Sinless Stone

The Most Important Thing I’ve Ever Written

Something’s happening, and a lot of people aren’t realizing it. They can feel it, sure; but they aren’t quite able to put their finger on the sensation that they’re experiencing. So let me try to do it for you. I’m going to describe the phenomenon to which I refer in one, concise, statement:

Your consciousness is becoming one with everyone else’s.

I know. Sounds crazy, dunnit? But if you truly absorb what I’m attempting to articulate at the moment, you will realize that I’m being deadly serious. So before you dismiss this as the random bantering of a metaphorical space cadet, please allow me to explain.

Much of what I’m about to tell you is going to sound absurd. That word is emboldened to try and illustrate the fact that just because something sounds crazy to you – doesn’t mean it’s crazy. Because again, I’m fully aware that this will, at first glance, sound nuts. So we need to acknowledge that before we get into this. That way, hopefully you’ll (paradoxically) see that since I understand that, you’ll have an easier time empathizing and realizing that what I am saying is not, in fact, absurd.

Basically, if I’m normal enough to acknowledge how bizarre this is going to sound…then surely I must be grounded enough to deserve at least a small handful of sane credibility.

Phew.

Back to the topic at hand. The first thing I want to address can be summarized by a simple question.

Who are you?

A mundane, rudimentary query, I know. But seriously…think about it. Who are you? What does it mean for you to be reading these very words right now; to have the ability to discern what thoughts, ideas, and concepts are going through my mind at this very moment? In other words…

What does it mean to exist?

Well, I’ve put a lot of thought into that question. A hell of a lot more than most people probably do, if I may say so myself. And to be frank, the only answer I find myself able to come up with is that I have absolutely no clue, whatsoever, what it means to exist – but I’ll be damned if that doesn’t stop me from trying to figure it out.

Which brings me back, again, to my point.

Considering the fact that I’ve begun this process by acknowledging the possibility that I’m nothing more than a speculative ignoramus, I can come to only one conclusion to that question. And it’s quite simple.

We are our thoughts.

What do I mean by that (sorry if that was anti-climatic)? Well, I’m glad you asked, because I’m going to try my best to elaborate. You see, humans (and the human conditions which afflict us all) are enormously complex vessels. We’re born, naturally, with a kagillion unique characteristics that enable us to self-identify. That is to say, we’re all special (not rolling my eyes, I promise). This is a point with which I doubt anyone will take issue. We’re all unique, are we not?

And yet, if you really sit down and think about it…we’re all the same. We all go through good times, hard times, embarrassing times, and proud times, no? Truthfully, the only things separating any of us from each other are the exclusive-to-our-own-plight-in-life situations, which to be perfectly frank, we all have to deal with. Considering that, they really shouldn’t matter in terms of validating ourselves to other people (since that’s what we want, right?)

Ahem.

So, back to the point (for the third time now, I think? I’m not keeping score, I’m sorry). If we are to examine, closely, the things I’ve mentioned in this wall of words above, it shouldn’t take very long to discern the fact that everyone, ever, has shit going on in their lives with which other people can (with an almost eerie sense of congruence) relate. It could be money problems, career problems, familial/marital problems, the-neighbors-dog-shat-on-my-recent-and-meticulously-manicured-lawn problems…you get the point.

We’re all going through shit.

And that’s just it. I’m fairly certain that all of you reading this has recognized, in one way or the other, that literally everyone on the planet has an imperfect life. And we’re beginning to wake up to that coffee-smelling fact. It doesn’t matter what walk of life you find yourself tiptoeing over…there will always be actual millions of people who are sharing your exact same struggles. The challenge is simply to find them, and to be open enough with each other that you both mutually understand that by judging someone based upon the transgressions, misguidances, and otherwise misfortunes of a person’s past is the quickest ticket to a life of loneliness & obscurity ever.

And that’s exactly what I mean when I say our consciences is slowly becoming one. We’re beginning to understand and empathize with each other, because we’re seeing all of these things people have been going through via social media and the internet. The ability to share thoughts and ideas en masse, like we can now, is without a doubt the most game-changing component of societal congruence the Earth has ever seen.

So allow me to share a toast to the human condition, and everything else that we’re fortunate enough to experience together in this once-in-a-billion-years era of time.

Because without a lot of you guys…I’d still be thinking I’m alone in the world.

My Little Dog

My little dog, he follows you

He mimics all the things we do

He wonders why there’s things out there

Why he has nothing to compare

He watches fights at the dog park

He hears the hounds all howl and bark

He asks them why they disagree

They look at him, then look at me

They do not answer what he asks

Instead, they they show him all the tasks

All the things they’re told to do

As if they’re angry, because of you

They tell him that they do not want

To write their stories in one font

They want to live the life they see

The one that they create, decree

And as my little dog lays down

He says what things today, he found

“From all of the things that I see

I’m thankful that we live life free”

My Plea

All these thoughts that hide inside are more than just things in our mind, they’re things that we all can confide and they deserve to be defined.

Living in this world we’ve clayed has made us rotten, so decayed, that no one seems to know the answer to “how is a smile made?”

Nothing matters anymore, besides our ego and our score, the tally that makes up each time we prove ourself right as we climb. Climbing up to heights that give, nothing more than ways to live, ways that dictate what is right no matter what the others might. No matter for what others think, and if you get the point I ink, you’ll see that what I try to say is that there has to come a day. A day when people can repent from all the judgement that they’ve sent, a day when people understand that this is my land, and your land.

Nothing comes of sticks and stones, and as they play the Game of Thrones, the masses sit and suffer them, and cater to their every whim. The time has come to take the helm, to change how we control this realm, the time has come to give things back to those who foster what they lack. Kindness, love, empathy. This is what makes you and me. These are things we all must taste, for if we don’t, it’s all a waste. Waste of life and energy, I whisper “Between you and me, everything, it must be changed – our structure must be rearranged.”

Life was not meant to be hard, and if you’d just lower your guard, you’d realize that this world is ours, to shape as we shoot for the stars.

Stars are what we need at night. I’m sorry, but I know I’m right. If we would just let go of hate…imagine what we could create.

Peeping, Pulling

Peep. Pull. Tell me I should try to start writing songs

They say that I could make money writing all these wrongs

I don’t really think that anybody seems to understand

I don’t do this to make money, I do it for the things I stand

Nothing that I’ve done has been done to make dime or dollar piece

Nothing that I’ve done has been done to be more than my release

Every word I write at night is written to alleviate

The pain I feel, it’s how I heal, I don’t care if you think it’s great

Or if you think it’s anything that you would buy and start to read

Because there’s not a lot in life that I can say I truly need

Give me someone I can trust and share all of my secrets with

Who won’t just sit there judge and make me wish that I’dev pled the fifth

Make it simple, make it right

And when we all lay down at night

It matters not what we have read

For that which matters, shares our bed

Take tonight; appreciate

Make things right and shed the hate

Love, it’s there to hold onto

Let go the world, as it guides you

Memories

A challenge, it should not be to

Find someone to see things through

Sharing life with only one

For that’s what all the wolves have done

Till death we part, they howl and cheer

With a new litter every year

The alpha finds his alpha mate

To spend his life and share his fate

What forces make it hard for us

To find the one we know we trust?

Is it so easier to say

I’m human, sorry, ‘tis our way?

Why was this harsh life crafted so?

Where people come, and people go

Where we fall victim to false pride

For I know, you know, deep inside

Naught is guaranteed in life

And if a man should find a wife

They should love with heart and soul

For we all know life takes a toll

This journeys not an easy one

And when it is all said and done

There’s only one thing our soul sees

Our shared, and cherished, memories

The Song of Greed

Once upon a time before the universe existed

There lived someone who thought and said “well maybe I should twist it”

Lo behold, the worlds were born because He was assisted

By those He made to fill the realm, the humans He enlisted

He started simple, started quick, for there was so much work to do

It was decided to give humans all the tools to think things through

He gave them family, gave them love, for that was all he thought they’d need

But little did he know that humans sing one song: The Song of Greed

It did not matter what He gave, these creatures always cried for more

He tried to hide inside his keep but those He made knocked down the door

Rushing in they cried out “Sin! You know what we are looking for”

Let us explain, it isn’t rain, it’s the entire storm’s downpour

Hearing this He hung his head, closed his eyes to contemplate

How right before his very eyes they made His love disintegrate

And so it goes, everyone knows, we want more than what’s on our plate

How do I wish one day we’ll find a way to just appreciate

Baxident

I told him to sit down and wait, so I could get my shoestrings tied

I told him it would be one moment until I let him outside

As I look back what does he do? Decides to be a bad, bad dog

I know I raised no lumberjack, but still he drops a big ‘ole log

What part of “wait I’ll be right there” did your dog brain not understand?

Do you really think I want to pick this piece of poop up with my hand?

It isn’t funny, it’s really not, the warmth felt through the paper towel

It should be you that cleans this poo but you sit just there, bark and howl

Don’t look at me like you don’t know exactly what mistake you made

I swear if you were in dog school you wouldn’t pass damn dog first grade

So listen up you bratty pup, if you still want the snacks I sent

You better clean your act right up, and make this your last accident

Grayest of Blue Skies

Such lonely clouds, these thoughts of love

If capable, I’m even of

At night I lay down, just to think

My sad, sore eyes, they rarely blink

I wonder if it could be me

Or if I’m just melancholy

I wonder if there’s one out there

Whose minds like mine, and too aware

Too conditioned to the hate

And all the things we tolerate

Yet things that tame monsters of men

I know I want, but don’t know when

Parted it is, this cobbled road

I can’t decide which way to go

The burdens that all lie within

They are my all, my everything

My masts are pain; my tears, the wind

And even though I know I’ve sinned

They set and move me forward, so

This helm I hold, I’ll ne’er let go

I want to be at ease, again

Forget the places that I’ve been

I want my thoughts to go away

And rejoin me another day

I miss the life I knew before

That hides behind my younger door

I miss the times when all I knew

Was happiness, and things I’d do

I want to start it all again

I want to meet my lifelong friend

I want to do the things that I

Would dream when looking at night’s sky

Watching stars all dance around

With the one I fine’ly found

I long for such a deep embrace

I care not for the time, or place

The clouds above, they start to gray

And hide the things I want to say

Their darkness fogs what things might be

And dims the light that’d set me free

It’s Up to Us

I can’t explain the pain I feel

I can’t explain the hurt He deals

I can’t explain why sad has come

I can’t explain what He has done

So sorely do I wish to know

Are we just threads that He can sew?

Are we just pieces on a board?

Are we unnoticed to our Lord?

I lay as tears fall from my face

I long so badly for a place

Where we could live, without concern

For who knows who, how much you earn

I long for that one truthful day

When hatred’s told to go away

Where peace and love are all we need

Where kindness reigns, instead of greed

‘Tis woe to fall upon deaf ears

But when we look at all our years

We’ve never taken all the good

And celebrated, as we should

This is our chance, please say it’s so

Please tell me that you’ve let it go

That you, at last, can see the sign

And that these views? They all align

Love all others, even when

They find a reason to condemn

Please, stop the fighting, stop the fright

And change the world for good, tonight

The World is Run by Psychopaths…and They’re Too Stupid to Realize It

Alrighty. I’m going to begin this here blog entry with a disclaimer – this is probably going to sound crazy to a lot of you. Thankfully, I’ve prepared for that. So let me first begin by saying the following:

People, as we all know, tend to be predictable.

It isn’t exactly rocket science to spend a bit of time with a person and, after awhile, gain the ability to anticipate their reaction(s) to a particular situation and/or event. It’s pretty much common sense for anyone capable of recognizing patterns and processes at, say, a fifth grade level, right?

Right.

So taking this not-so-revolutionary realization into account, I’d like to apply it to a specific group of people. A group, as I’m sure you’re all aware by now, that does, in fact, exist. What group is this, you ask?

The Illuminati.

Oh yeah. You heard me. I said it. Say it with me, will you?

The Illuminati.

Ahhh. Much better. See, now that we’ve gotten the hard part out of the way (mutually acknowledging their existence), we can now discuss them in a meaningful way. And before you ask me to get into the nitty gritty, the answer is “I don’t know”. I have absolutely no idea who, on an individual basis, runs and controls these things. What I do know, however, is that my radar of common sense hasn’t failed me thus far in life, and if I am to consider the inordinate amount of research and legitimate, academically-motivated research into the topic I’ve done – well, it leads to only one conclusion. A conclusion, of course, that points to the unavoidable reality that the world is managed, administered, and sometimes picked apart by a hyper-intelligent, coordinated group of individuals who commonly embody sociopathic characteristics.

That is to say, they couldn’t care less about you.

Am I crazy for thinking this? Sure, perhaps I am. But between you and me, let me say something.

I’m not.

As a matter of fact, I consistently maintain an Uber rating in the upper 4.9’s, and any waiter or waitress, ever, will attest to the fact that I always tip at least 20%. Know why? Because I actually enjoy the benefits of being a decent human being (another disclaimer, I wasn’t this way until my mother passed four years ago). Basically, I’m forced to be as benevolent as I possibly can in order to fulfill a promise I made to an adored parent of mine as I held her hand for the last time as she laid on her literal death bed. So it’s become somewhat of a necessity for me to try and mitigate such evil-doing in whatever capacity I can.

Yes. I have committed my life to that one, very simple cause.

But back to the point. Do your own research of course, but for those who don’t have time to trek on down the rabbit hole, I’m sorry; you’re just gonna have to take my word for it. In fact, remember that speech JFK gave not long before he was snuffed out? You know the one I’m talking about. It pretty much laid it all out in the open for you (speaking of which, don’t ever let a sincere leader like him be silenced without a resounding response-in-kind).

Here’s the cliff-note version for anyone who might need it.

“We are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day.

It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. 

Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed.

United States President John F. Kennedy

Long story short, he was literally trying to tell you guys about the Illuminati. That might be classified as paraphrasing, but the point remains. I mean let’s be real here, you can’t just brush off whatever it was that influenced the aforementioned words from being read on national television. Because those words are not, in any way whatsoever, complicated. This man was very clearly calling out some seriously nefarious shit.

So what’s the point?

Well, the point is this: turns out, those people aren’t all that smart after all. In fact, it’s a bit laughable when you really sit down and consider it. Just take a quick look at them and ask yourself: what is the one thing that none of them seem to be able to stand? It isn’t hitting them in their pocketbooks. No, that’s not it at all.

It’s their ego.

Yup. Once again, it really is that simple. I guarantee you that if you randomly plucked a hundred of these mega-wealthy, super powerful “elites” from their strongholds in the Hamptons or elsewhere and asked them what the most important thing in life is to them, ninety-nine of them would say its to have an ever-lasting impact on the world so their name might carry on as a beacon of all that is good in the universe.

In other words…remember me.

And that’s just it. To understand why these people do the things they do, you have to be able to think like them. That’s what being a grandmaster at chess is all about, no? You have to know your enemy. And I hate to say this, but that’s exactly what these people who are above you on the socio-economic ladder are: they’re your enemies. Why? Well, that’s the Animal Kingdom for you. No one wants to see someone else rise above them, so they try their damnedest to maintain their foothold on the top of your head as you struggle to climb your way to the top.

It’s common sense stuff, and it’s about time you start waking up to it.

So please…start thinking about this stuff. That’s all I ask. I’m fully aware that we all look at the world, see how shitty it is, and just shrug our shoulders because of how daunting it is to imagine changing it. But you know what? Someone has to, or we’re going to be shrugging our shoulders for all eternity.

We can control our destiny, if only we believe in ourselves. For the last time, it really is that simple. It’s going to have to start by controlling the idiots who are in charge at the moment. And the way to do that is So. Freaking. Obvious. I promise you, they really aren’t nearly as smart as they try and make themselves out to be. Just steer them by their egos. That’s it. Because none of them want to be remembered as “History’s Shittiest World Leader”. The power is within you. For the sake of us all…

Start using it.

The Looking Tree

Some things are just not meant to be

Even though the Looking Tree

Might help us, save us, spare our time

And calm us down as we unwind

It is so peaceful, yes it’s so

For if you wonder how it glows

It gets its magic from the faith

Of all who banished wicked wraith

This love, it is not carved in stone

But when you lay down, all alone

You wish for that which is not there

If only life was not unfair

And so that’s how the story goes

We cannot change it, I suppose

It hurts so much to love within

But it hurts more to hide in sin

Yes, the leaves are drifting, free

They tend to do so in the breeze

Take just one step, simple, see?

The beauty of this Looking Tree

Checkmate

I do not claim to be the best

I compete not with all the rest

The things I write are not for fun

It’s to unload this loaded gun

As tensions rise, so do our acts

And if you look at all the facts

You’ll see that nothing ever changed

That things were simply rearranged

The problems that we face today

Are all as old as seers say

It isn’t you, it isn’t me

It’s that we’ll always disagree

Tis’ the issue that we face

And if we ever found a space

Which let us mend our broken bond

A place where we can correspond

Perhaps I’d get it, and you would too

That pointing fingers, saying “you”

Does not contribute anything

But wasted words held on a string

A string that’s frayed, and so decayed

It hardly holds this day and age

So cease the fighting, calling names

Do not be pawns in twisted games

Writing Wrongs

The outcome’s not what you intended

You were sincere, yet they’re offended

As if your points had all been bended

At the speech you gave tonight

Careful now, who you’ve befriended

That party, of which you attended

Played their games, as they pretended

They were behind you in this fight

By now, for sure you’ve comprehended

To play this game, ‘tis recommended

Hide your morals, they’re suspended

For fairness can’t compete with might

That judge’s chair, it’s unattended

No gavel there, our ethics ended

This world we’ve made, place we’ve tended

Can’t tell wrong, from what we write

A Life Unfiltered

Stop all of this judgment

Please, cease all of the hate

It’s okay to like attention

And it’s fine that’s who you date

Misery loves it’s company

Spiteful comments are it’s mate

The genuine embrace truth

And don’t live a life that’s fake

It changes one’s perspective

Embracing positivity

Shedding stresses that are caused

By worrying constantly

If someone doesn’t like you

For who you truly are

Just laugh at such a closed mind

Say only “au revoir”

Perhaps it was their raising

Or an absent mom or dad

Though likely mere resentment

Happiness they’ll never have

So live without a filter

Time is short upon this Earth

Don’t let such thieves of joy

Cast doubt on your self-worth