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

Rhythm & Rhyme

Some-one told me, that-my-written poetry

Is hard to read and hard to get the rhyme

So I took a quick glance, a punctuation dance

And decided I would help them this one time

It’s LETters, you see, that make UP my poetry

But the rhythm might be hard to figure out

So I’ll try my very best, and unLIKE all of the rest, I’ll count the syllables and make them cast no doubt

For when writers write a rhythm

There’s a certain algorithm

That we stick to because IF we don’t we die

And that would really suck

Because I’d BE like “what the fuck?”

We followed every rule and every lie

So here it goes again

I hope you BROUGHT your own ink pen

But if you didn’t, stress the cap words as you try

Rise Up

My wardrobe’s the flyest

My partisan bias

Is painted on each pleat and cuff

I look at my dresser

Think “I’m an impresser”

My donors, they can’t get enough

They worship me, yes they do

Sing to me, yes it’s true

Follow through thick and through rough

Blindly believing

The things I’m achieving

The truth is not what they discuss

The truth is that each aisle

Uses the same style

Deceit and control is their love

So to left and to right

I say to you tonight

Meet in middle, and rise up above

Look at Me

Time, its not so timeless

And things never seem to change

Who we are and what we do

It’s stone, not rearranged

We live, we laugh, we love, we play

We fight, we kill, we fear, we hate

Never has it mattered what it is, the day and age

Things are all that separate the volume from its page

Do not look down on those who came before, they were the same

The things you have do not make you a wiser man than they

So it’s told, the times of old were better than today

For all that ever mattered was with whom at night you lay

Take a look at all the things that now you do portray

If only you, I tell unto, I pity what you say

Proverbs 23:7

Come here, close, but please be kind

As I let you tiptoe through my mind

I’ll show you all the things I hide

In places that you’d never find

These shelves aren’t empty

Stocked with care

They hold my burdens

Weight I bear

Hidden hallways, secret doors

This palace has so many floors

Thoughts live life locked up in here

Some, I wish, would disappear

I care not for what others say

For at the end of every day

This mirror is all that I need

To know who’s looking back at me

Sleep with solace, every night

Knowing for what things you fight

It’s writ in Proverbs, twenty three

As man thinks, so is he

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

Work in Progress

Someone told me “Find a wife and settle down”

I looked at them and said “Okay, why don’t we talk and break this down”

They cleared their throat and said “Ahem. Here is the righteous path of man”

I cleared my own and said “Hold on. What if I’m not like all all of them?”

They scratched their head and said instead, “But this is how we all do things”

I looked at them and, with a grin, said “We also used to bow to Kings”

I told them that the way things were are not the way that things are now

I told them that some people need to do things before settling down

Just because a person doesn’t have a kid or a big house

Does not mean that the person is a lessor one without a spouse

Sometimes people really want to do things they’re remembered for

That doesn’t make them magically some kind of monster to abhor

So cool it with “You’re single man, what on earth is wrong with you?”

Because it’s so annoying when you’re judgement gets the best of you

Understand that people are dynamic and don’t fit a mold

‘Cause if you don’t so help me God, I’ll smack you as my beer, they hold

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”

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

Politicians: Analyzing Who They Really Are

First of all, let’s all acknowledge the one thing I KNOW on which we can all agree: our nation’s “leaders” are acting more childish as of late than a class of second graders trying to decide who gets to pick first for their P.E. class’s dodgeball tournament.

That is to say…they’re embarrassing us.

For the longest time, I’ve been trying my absolute damnedest to discern who the hell actually cares about any of us, and who’s just in it because they obsess over ego, control, and attention. Because by now, I’m pretty sure we all get it; the vast majority of “public servants” gravitate toward the field merely due to the fact that their fundamental character traits drive them to seek out such things. I mean let’s be real here…if any of these embarrassments to humanity were sincere and honest about their desire to help people, they’d be more focused on actually bringing us together rather than incessantly berating everyone who disagrees with them.

So I thought about that for awhile. I wanted to try and figure out who really is doing this for the right reasons. More than anything, I wanted to find a tangible, observable reason that helps me believe that a person actually means what they say.

At first, I was like “well that’s an enormously stupid idea, considering the fact that the entire game is to make sure everything about you screams sincerity, which ironically is one of the least sincere approaches to all of this since it’s just a facade (which is the antithesis of sincerity), but I digress. Point is, I wanted to try and come up with a way to tell who’s who.

So after making many trips to my mind palace in search of this theoretical metric of not-full-of-shittedness, I finally came upon an idea. An idea, at least to me, that could somewhat accurately make such a distinction.

To make a long story short, I decided that I would dig deep into these folks’ online rhetoric. Because if you read the subtext and actually try to peel back all the layers of human interaction, you’ll find that it’s actually quite easy to discern whether or not someone means the things they say, or if they’re just saying what they think will make them sound more appealing.

Basically what I’m saying is that this helped me gauge whether a person is driven by genuine conviction (which is good), or their own self-aggrandizing ego. The rules are simple: listen to how they speak to and address other human beings.

Really, that’s all there is to it.

You see, at the end of the day, we should want our representatives to embody all that is good in us, right? Which, of course, means that our “leaders” should be spending their time relentlessly trying to find a common ground, rather than berating the other side for fostering beliefs that conflict with their own. That’s the whole point, is it not? Of government, I mean. We didn’t just magically come up with the concept of a single entity to dictate proper behavior out of nowhere, right? Of course we didn’t. So if the masses are expected to honor this contract we created so long ago (and btw I would love to know who originally came up with the idea so I could punch them in the face, but w/e), shouldn’t they be acting the way we elect/tell them to act?

Anyway, back to the point. Basically, I realized that learning who a person really is can be somewhat accomplished by their dialogue with people. And the formula is wonderfully simple: if they speak to people disrespectfully, condescendingly, or in an otherwise smug fashion, they’re more than likely the bad type I aforementioned. Because a smart, sincere person would realize that no benefit, at all, comes out of treating people like crap. Literally the only thing it accomplishes is the satisfaction of one’s ego.

So let’s look at some examples, shall we? Here are some honest-to-god, objective opinions I’ve formulated based solely on their social media habits (sorry, but if we aren’t able to know them personally, that’s pretty much all we got in terms of material we can use to position our perspectives of them).

Let’s start with Trump, because duh.

Look at that first sentence. The “incompetent mayor”. Now ask yourself…was it really necessary to belittle him in such a way? How, exactly, does that type of statement serve to unify people? A point, by the way, we need to all grasp:

Leadership, by definition, is about bringing people together – not separating them apart.

And that’s exactly what that pointless jab in the ribs does. It splits people apart, because now, anyone who might support the mayor is now being alienated by a completely useless insult.

Let’s move on.

Oh yeah. You knew she was coming, I know. So let’s apply the same logic here.

“Try to keep up.”

Um…okay? Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt. Let’s say her main point was a solid one. Now tell me, what good does it do to add that little wrenching fingernail at the end? Don’t answer that, because I’ll tell you: none. The answer is none. No good at all comes from such an obnoxious, inflammatory remark. And this girl’s feed is loaded with these types of examples. To be totally honest, she’s kind of an asshole if you look at things objectively (which you should always do).

For the sake of brevity, I’ll just do one more. And believe me, this is one of those “practice what you preach” moments, because I personally get annoyed af by this chick. But, as I said, we must remain objective if we are to be fair.

I thumbed through her Twitter pretty hard, and to be totally honest, the overwhelming majority of her posts were catered toward actual policy and her own convictions. So as much as I’m sure plenty of people will disagree, my unbiased opinion is that she really does want to do the right things. Sure, we might disagree with her as to what those things are, but imo she isn’t as married to her ego as the other two dunces I mentioned are.

So that’s basically it. I know this will likely seem stupid to many of you, but I really do think that you can learn a lot about someone based off their online interactions. You just have to make yourself aware of the message behind the message and see who actually respects humankind.

Above all, please put an effort into using your best judgment. Don’t just listen to what you’re told to believe.

Driven

I sit down and I think it through

I’m driven to do what I do

To share, to say, to try to mold

A future I, alone, can hold

As nothing’s guaranteed in life

Except for it’s incessant strife

And if they ask who will I be

I tell them, read my poetry

‘Cause each and every line I write

Will tell you who I am at night

When masks removed and the day ends

You’ll know if we are really friends

Or if it’s just convenience sake

We all do it, the up we make

Donning eyes that are not ours

Trying to stand out like stars

But we can’t all be shooting now

Constellations won’t allow

Horoscopes made overnight

Or victory without a fight

All that is was somehow earned

And if it wasn’t, don’t be concerned

For you control which path you take

This journeys naught, but what you make

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

The Lonely Dove

Look at the sky, that lonely dove

It carries thoughts I’m thinking of

A tied up message on its wings

Aware not of the pain it brings

Delivers truths that cannot hide

No matter how it feels inside

And though dismays the song it sings

It does not know what scroll it brings

There are things we all must face

They do not care for time, or place

No cause, concern, for things we say

For truth will always find its way

Sadly, what we want in life

Be it husband, be it wife

Alludes our grandest wants within

And if we chase them, we must sin

Love, it can intoxicate

Introduce your true soulmate

So sad it is to fit the norm

And be conditioned to conform

Why don’t we embrace the wait?

What once was good could now be great

Why do we let this life become?

Why do we make our feelings numb?

I gaze again, that little dove

It carries thoughts of life, and love

Fly away, my feathered friend

I’m here with you, until the end

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