a memory. a child.

i can see you sometimes
when i hold myself in the
darkness
at night
before i drift off to my real world.

i miss your laugh,
but i would never tell
that
to anyone
for fear of being weak.

but your eyes are there always
and i can't let them go.
i wonder how it would have been
if you hadn't gone,
and i don't suppose there was any way
around it.
when our clocks become unplugged,
so do we.

but i still think it would have been
nice
for you to see me now.
i'm not looking for your pride,
i'm just hoping for your eyes
one more time.
but they're always with me when i sleep
and they keep the darkness away
when i look into them.
it would still be nice to have you here
to take away the fear
of when my clock
becomes undone.

i miss you at times like these
when i wonder of
how happy you would have been
to see the same look in your grandchild's eyes
and see a little bit of yourself staring back.

i miss you at times like these
before i go to sleep
and see you one more time
the way i remember you
the best.

some babies never get to be born.
and some mothers fade away
well before their time.

but it doesn't mean i have to accept it.

born of ocean. born of sea.

i love the waves against my face
as i lay against the sand.

and the heat along my spine
as the salt goes from my mouth.

the warm along my neck
as i spit the sea
over the ripples and through
to where i sleep within
myself.

this is always the way
and the surf takes my breath away
as i lay
motionless in the current.

i hope for big things here
as the sound nurses me to sleep
and i swallow
inside of me.

this holding motion as
it takes away the urge
to be,
letting the feeling envelope me.

i am no more,
and that is fine.
maybe i never was.

i dance in my bones
from the tones
below the waves.

i feel the nature in my skin.
i bend where the warm recedes
and takes away the needs
i've had for so long
that makes me fear the cold
and the darkness
once i've grown old.

maybe in another place
i wouldn't have felt this way
and i would stay concealed
like an urchin in the mist.
and maybe it wouldn't have
taken me so long
to feel like i belong,
like i'm a part of this,
like every swing was a miss.
and that was my only wish
from the very day
i was born into this.

cost effective

Leaders aren't meant to lead,
they're meant to uphold
the principles society
has set as a common
standard.

Their basic worth is
based on upholding the
common good.

They are there to make sure
we are all fully represented
in a way that does not
impede upon the rights
of others.

All we need is a leader to
allow us to prosper
equally, to
maintain the same
opportunities
for all people, no matter
their background,
their race,
their religion,
or their sexual orientation.

It is our right to live,
to love, to dream,
and too seek out those
necessities that best
make up the framework
of who we are individually
for the sake of
our species.

Each one of us make
up the pieces to
a greater puzzle.
It is the individual
that represents the whole.
When we work within our means,
society prospers
because each person is
working to their
full potential
for the sake of
civilization as well as
themselves.

No one needs monstrous amounts of
wealth. The difference between
earning 50k a year and a 100k a year
is fairly narrow. Those margins
decrease dramatically when millions
of dollars of income are discussed.
It does absolutely nothing for
our level of happiness.
Collecting possessions
does not make you happier,
it only adds more burden
to an already burdensome life.

We need to become happy
within our means.

We need leaders who are not
out for themselves, but
for the people they are indebted
to represent.

We have to get away from
selfishness, and begin looking
at the greater good.
Consuming more products
does nothing for the individual
or the masses. It depletes our
resources and gives more wealth
to the already wealthy.

Recycling in its truest sense
is utilizing already constructed
products for the sake of reusing those products
rather than wasting energy on breaking those
products down to their
base materials to construct new products.

A true hybrid vehicle not only
puts out low emissions, but also
uses less fuel, and uses less of our
natural resources to manufacture.

A truly 'green' society would be looking
for alternatives and using what we already know
to get as far away as we can from fossil fuels.

But the problem is that we have wealthy individuals
that would make less money
if we went to a cleaner way of living.

If they can't make billions of dollars
on an idea, then it gets pushed to the side in order
to maintain profits for the future of themselves,
not us.

We already pay for water and land. It's only a matter of time
before we have to pay for our sun and air too.

step away from dogma

you don't need a guru.
no priest can help you.
the faith
the spirit
that you are looking for exists within.

it has always been there.
it is your happiness.
concentrate there.
don't let the churches
speak for you.
be your own freedom
of knowing right
from
wrong.

you are your own source of charity.
give freely if you can
in whatever way you can
give.

be the source of your own holiness,
do not rely upon others
for the teachings
you already know.

be the force that drives
the temple forward.

be your own insight.

be the dream you've always
dreamed of. be your own ritual,
your own sanctimony.

be the god staring through your
own eyes.

Jesus

this idea that religious dysfunction
cleverly disguised as freedom
takes precedence over
basic human courtesy
is rather eye opening.

at what point did religion
become intolerant
hate mongering?

at what point in the bible did Christ
say it was all right to
turn away from your
brothers and sisters
because of who they are?

whoever it is that's trying
to pass these odd laws
to slingshot us back to the
last century might have their
Christian ideals mixed up a bit.

whatever happened to the Jesus
that warned about casting the first stone?

whatever happened to the Jesus
that spoke about loving thy neighbor?

whatever happened to the Jesus
that washed the feet of those who were
cast away by society?

the Jesus I read about doesn't
seem anything like
what is coming out of the
political religious movement
in recent years.

it makes me remember a story
I heard
about a wolf
dressed up as a sheep,
or was it something about
leading a lamb
to the slaughter.

man eat man world

I saw one of those silly fights that
get posted to Youtube.
You know the ones:
one guy/girl is pissed at another guy/girl
for some strange thing or another
and one of them inevitably gets knocked out.

And I thought to myself, a monkey fighting another
monkey. This is why we can't move on as a society.
We always have something to become physical about.
I've realized that nothing will ever get better
until we can learn to use our words.
It's something that's taught in preschool,
but there are so many people who
just don't get it.

If you're not intellectual enough to win an argument,
then don't get in arguments until
you've become educated.
Read a fucking book.
Use Common Sense.
Evaluate the situation.

There's a very good chance we'll be
throwing shit at each other
for all eternity.
Life may never get better than this.
We may always have to look over our shoulder,
waiting for the next bully to
start a war,
or pick a fight,
or rob us,
or to threaten
our lives.

If it weren't for the Philosophers
and Physicists
and Saints,
and Teachers,
and well mannered,
even tempered People
in the world, I would have checked out
a long time ago.

Maybe someday we'll get it
and become more civilized than the
animals we've rationalized it is okay to eat.

like a demon on fire

at odd moments,
I want to run.
I want to take flight and
leave this behind.
I imagine my feet
taking me away
to somewhere I've
never been before,
to somewhere calm,
to somewhere,
anywhere.

the world speeds past,
a blur of color and motion,
a kaleidoscope of
unnecessary moments,
drowned in time.

and I breathe easy
in the speed I'm gaining.
everything becomes so small
that I no longer need to try
to grasp it.

I'm dreaming that I'm running right
now, taking off into the morning
and waiting for the light to erupt
in my eyes.

the people are standing still in my wake
and I'm too fast to see.

and then I'm motionless again
and nothing has changed
but the outlook of where I'm
going.

I'm still.
my breath
is slow, clam,
and regulated.

if I wasn't here,
I'd be running.
I would run to somewhere
safe where the only one
who can see me is the
sun as I burn away the ground
beneath me.

running.