at this late hour of the night i see that artificially constructed reality is what I create for me, thoughts floating around in an empty brain, people taking drugs to alleviate self-constructed pain. social networks disconnect us from ourselves, reaching out to the world with our hearts upon the shelves.
Category Archives: Poetry
Friday
Last night remains as dreams upon a lake
Virtues’ ebb flows again towards the east
Memories are illusion while I wake
The ones I want, the ones recalled the least
E-Motion
Emotion emotion, the endless motion
Will it ever end? What a simple notion
The ground is strewn with flowers all around
The buzz of mind in activity, an audible sound
So much importance put on self expression,
If only they knew minds activity is just vibration
You don’t own that buzz, you don’t own the ocean
You never owned a single thing, mind’s creation
There is nothing you feel outside sensation
Free your fear with this elevation.
passing through
I’ve been down this road before,
but now I’ve opened a brand new door.
A fresh mountain path awaiting me
with lush green ferns, bright and sunny.
Go out to the forest and then you’ll see,
The natural process unfolds naturally.
Birth and growth, death and decay
They’re all just a piece of everyday.
And so as new gardens begin to grow,
I wonder what their hearts will show.
Fresh poetry
Fresh poetry
from where inside does it spring?
New words
what realization do they bring?
A new way
Circling, spiraling towards certainty
A new born baby
their mind the essence of maturity
Emptiness
A manifestation of clarity.
spare Change
What was now is yesterday
Slowly transforms and fades away
What was real is now a dream
While I contemplated what it means
Nothings left of long ago
Except the way my actions flow
The events themselves are all long gone
Like the lyrics to a forgotten song
It is this “Time” that conquers all
and is the appearance of rise and fall.
The 7 Treasures
Let your virtue grow until it overflows into emptiness,
Let emptiness grow until it overflows into itself.
Waves
Everyday a new experience, every moment I’m born again, the crashing waves of my mind never ceasing to carve out the stones of my existence.
From the heart
The maiden of night shivers as the sun stirs.
Upon her silver breast the molten mirror radiates
blinding rays that bask all in the light of day.
A glory that shant be triumphed till twilight’s tranquil tone.
This cycle twists endlessly as the curtain closes
life’s spool spun upon infinite fate.
These words torn from my chest,
like a babe from her mothers breast.
Missing you
Missing you, don’t know who you are.
Thinking of you from afar,
are you at home, or in your car,
are you my shining star?
Waiting for someone with whom I can grow.
To me, who are you? What a heavy blow
missing someone who I don’t even know.
We become attached to the strangest things.
Emotions we don’t take time to understand,
yet like barnacles to the rock, still we cling.
Can we stand together, can we stand alone?
Or maybe it’s somewhere inbetween.
Talking to a faceless voice on the phone.
Things as they appear are not what they seem.
Waiting for someone with whom I can dream.
