Something Worth Mention

The first glimpse of the dusk-stricken California Sky left me comprehending our pathetic existence in this force-induced onslaught of continuing time. Then, from a shaded region of summer-blossomed trees, a bird that had seemingly engulfed its body into ash and soot, escaped the trees and dashed through the flame colored sky. Only a few seconds did this scenery grip my fancy, for then my vision met obstruction of human development – never again will I witness this minute display that engulfed my soul. It was remarkable – truly astonishing.

A visual as powerful as what I saw that mid-summers evening gives light to reason and myth for ancient civilizations of long ago. Fables and stories of mythical proportion are induced from one’s desolate visuals, which embark on journeys to embrace religion or culture.

That one moment in my life, and of course there are many like them, tend to construct chaos through my thoughts, leads me to believe I am stuck – as if I am truly in Plato’s Cave.

Fantasy of Mine

Pillows and Women,
Dim lighten,
Theme: Moroccan

One Eyed Man

One, or two
Who would've knew;
That one, or two
Could've been you.

Equal for who?
I ask you to,
Divide yourself,
experience life:
One or two.

Where Am I?

Where am I?
I am in my room
With a pen, on a bed
Writing that, which
Never will be read...

Something

Look for something bright they say,
Never wanton of the price
Per say, and always valued
At twice Any Time of Day.

I looked at something in sight
Today, realized its Never,
And all of Everything.

Why does Something, who can be
Nothing, Patty Cake and act
As if Everything were
Something, and all of Nothing.

When deep inside we all know
Something; and that Something is
Nothing, and all of Everything.

Staring At the Screen

Look at yourself,
Wandering into a dream,
Seated by your lonesome self,
Pacifying precariously.

Such a Shame.

Awaken by Rain

Pitter, patter
Titter, tatter
Rain, Rain, Rain
Makes a splatter.

Untitled

An oasis of relaxation.

Endless Wave

Again and again
We ride a wave to
An absolute end.

Common Little People

People, people, lots of people:
Drastic, lifeless, vicious people.
Let's be serious
For just one minute,
Saying they're
A tad too scruple.

Can this, can this, really be:
That these people are so futile
When in doubt,
Point and point
At so many common,
Little people.