In light of the Boston Bombing

When all hope has fled the mountains
and not a human word to trust,
dust will soon become rain
to prevail against wrought window panes
For Mother Earth will seize and triumph

The sacred hoop will be cleansed
from greed and conspiring ways,
 & the chains held captive
by hatred fuels of fire
will unlock to make way
for flames of goodness and love

Once Nature takes back all that she gave,
the human machines will turn to the trees
And surely then our people will prosper.

MANKIND

MY THOUGHTS ON HUMANITY IN THE 21ST CENTURY:

FEBRUARY 27TH, 2013

Human beings in this society have been programmed for so long to be self sufficient, success driven, independent individuals that we no longer find it strange to sit alone in a room full of people and say nothing. Whether it's on the subway, a train, the doctors office or an elevator, we are always alone. We are content with keeping to ourselves. We have been programmed for so long that we forgot to notice how alienated we truly are.
We have just been too busy being busy.

We have become a society propelled by green pieces of paper that fuel our lives and constitute our souls. A society that's constantly striving to be perfect, look perfect-to be better than the ones who have less. A society that no longer acknowledges our neighbors next door or on the street due to fear of what they might think or do to us. A society that defines people by their profits and not their hearts. A society that finds it more appealing to build on nature and protect it less and these 'buildings' marked with logos after logos after logos have become the definition of America's scenery-the landscape of our time.

A scenery that I have to encounter every day on my long walks to school and drives to work. A scenery that makes me feel nostalgic. Sometimes filthy-
A scenery that says something about our country, in that we value possessions and objects more than trees, rivers, rain and truth.

I guess I am just turning sour against it all, I am resisting. I want to fight- Why don't I fight?
but tomorrow will come,
and again,
I will be too busy trying to keep up with the pace of the world, to give notice-

These short moments of silence I share with myself before bed is the only time
when these troubling thoughts of mine become not so troubling but rather transparent:
that what I truly want and what many of us so desperately need in this country- is to stop being busy. to sit the fuck down. to get more sleep. to throw my alarm clock out the window. forever.
why can't I ? whose stopping me? Why does the alarm clock always win?
To laugh more. to cry less. to like myself more. to hate less. to create something meaningful. to no longer feel meaningless in spite of all this emptiness-

And to step outside one day and see everyone participating in this same joyful experience?
Will be the greatest day of my life
and maybe many more hopeful others

Always remember, never forget

Do you remember or did you forget?
The meaning of life/
are you happy yet?

Don't ever look downward or be discouraged, father
in this battle of woes and wows and climbing towers
I'm sorry for all your troubles
wish my voice were louder

Remember it is you who holds the power
and Life is gentle like that of spinning flowers.

For whomever may read this in the future after I am dead

It is November 19th, 2012
We live in a time where crime
is full of tricks and gamblers
blood and bricks
the same bricks that build houses,
but houses for many here
are no longer homes but rather dwellings
inhabited for those who
carry their bones to and from jobs they hate
and higher educational institutions as of late-
and oh how we strive to be better,
always trying to keep up with the weather
wondering whether or not at any minute
we will rot with the trees
Yes! We still have the trees, thank god
but who knows for how long
every time we turn the corner
there's a sign for a new building in order
We know that buildings don't make us happy,
but they do build jobs and success
so we can continue living in this mindless nonsense-
so we can continue making a dollar
to build new picket fences
or buy our dogs a pretty collar
And all the while longer
we waddle in our pride that
sucks us deeper towards the puddle
that to many is filled with grime and goblets of fire,
but I'm really striving to not be sour here
I really want to waken in the morning hour
and smell the flowers
to smell as if I've never seen one before-
to walk out the door
and take in the beauty
of nature, strangers
and friends
I want to look destruction in the eye
and create a new life for myself in spite of
tyranny and lies-
What lies here today has lied here before-
just a little more electronic and
technological I would say-
I dream of simpler times in 2012,
Future, what do you dream of?

The vine

What's a hollow man to do
with the fragility they call me-
enough emotions to fill
the bottomless oceans
and at sea side-
it's the holes and crescendos
bearing the depths of my mind.

While you are settling down
like a sun setting on time-
I struggle with the demonic waves
that come and go,
sorry and surprise.

All the time we fast forward

only to find that we rewind.

and we die a little bit each day

from our once perfect vine.

Perché?

I don't understand at times why
bewildered bodies have to die-
When the soul is crystallized and feeling fine-
Time steps in to steal the night.

Eyes oblige, but mostly cry
as we suffice to the thickest drops of dew tonight

Oh Divine One up in a sky so white:

Why'd you interrupt the strongest eagle
during the best flight of his life?

Una lezione italiano:

"L'amore può essere fonte di piaceri sempre nuovi e sempre straordinari, ma ha, al suo interno, nascosta una componente che può produrre tutto il contrario, come l'odio e la crudelta"

"Love can be a source of pleasure, always new and always extraordinary, but, inside, a hidden component that can produce the opposite, such as hatred and cruelty."

Interessante e un po'di pessimista, ma ancora bella-