Friday, July 30, 2010


We breed and bleed
Inside the seeds of our pain
Taste greed without gain
Tie our tongues
Live for fun while shooting guns.
We, blame
Stand in the road
Carry the load
As we stumble through the flower garden.
And now since time rewinds our backs to the wall
We are confronted with darkness and complexity.
To do or die
Or find out why
We're disgraced with scars of dependence.

So full of the poor
Settled down for distortion of values.
Sweet caress pacifies
Destiny tells us lies
While self-indulgence cultivates self-righteousness.

So, here we stand
With need in the hand
Our blood in the sand
Forcing something we call patience.
Creating clans
Demanding results
Through pressure and molestation.
Look around for the sound of the banks getting down
Breeding fools
Schooling expectation
When we are the ones with the stick in the hand beating the drum of creation.

So, where for art thou?
You, in the mirror
Improving the slaying of your intentions?
Attempts at encouragement searching the rain.
Only then do we complain of the misery and pain.
Only then do we see that our hearts are in chains.
We have been fools
Believe we are tools
Therefore abuse one another.

What is it we need?
Have we planted that seed
Or the insight to be manifested?

Breathe into the solitude of reinventing your plan
And the reason for the suffering or the need of it.
Sing the song of acceptance
And define your intentions
Cause we are the ones with the stick in the hand
Beating the drum of creation.

Monday, July 19, 2010


Back in the days when we were stars
Our rays shined with perspective.
Yes, we were protective showing the way through the dark
But now we need an ark to rock our bodies to rest
From the pains of the worlds tests.
To be or not to be used to be enough
But we have fallen far from that tree.
Should we trace our hopes to turn things around
While desperation lies to make false compromises?
Or should we take a moment to see that he is part of me
And that maybe she is the key
To replacing the cries retracing the why’s
Separation and I have become one?
Silence will only come when we tune into our loneliness instead of pushing it aside
It’s the quintessential guide to embrace even more in ourselves.
So, will you delve with me deep into the night to turn back on the light
Although it might be too bright for us to see?
Can I help you weave and intricate web connecting the opposite poles
Therefore reversing our roles from consumers back to producers
As we re-examine our goals?
Let us spread wings to the flight of internal passageways
To breed quiet days and recharge the evolution of our souls.
Otherwise, there’s the toll of patriarchal control
And its guidance forcing unnatural silence.
And with violence as a voice,
We have all made the choice of saying yes to the death of our daughters.
The slaughter isn’t done, it’s only shifting its sights
Until we are the ones caught in our own consummation.
Welcome to the mass graves of our so-called civilized nations.
In this corner we have the blacks,
Over there are the Jews,
Right below the pile of shoes of the Serbs we’ve massacred too.
To the left are the Shiites and in front are the Kurds,
When you think about it,
Isn't it embarrassing that there is still someone new to kill?
All in the name of peace
Or is it our piece of the world we need to satisfy greed?
Shame on me is the song we should be singing
Why aren’t our hearts building a connection to our selves
On the back part of the shelves?
When we open up we will find that we are sick with diseases implanted for reasons.
So let’s concentrate on dealing to replace the feeling of being lost in this world we’ve designed.
One kind we find when we finally unwind
Separation from human divine.

Monday, July 12, 2010


I swim the sea,
Feel its depths as I breathe,
Tell myself it is Me
Not another rendition that I see.
I, walk in three's,
Me, Myself and He
And because I know what it means to be
I inhale your breathe so that i can reflect its shadow through my smile.
I can feel the distance withering between us
Vibrations of venus circumventing concepts of time.
Rhythm divine is part and parcel of a continuous groove
Keeping our heartbeats aligned.
So, let's experiment with reality,
Engaged in the depths of heart's core
And delve into pages of earnest serenades while singing those pages into existence.

May I walk with you as we redefine our truths and mend all hearts that are bleeding?
Let's tend to the gardens of sensitivity;
Love, divinity and family
Cultivating food for Our spirits
While repeating the beat with lyrics.
Let's vanquish insanity
Grab a hold of vanity
And whisper it into an eternal sleep.
In this dimension it is peace that we seek
Why not magnify our hearts with play?
We know there are other ways
But fight with resistance of trusting intuition 

Hanging on to only that we can see
So, follow she
Into the unknown and the seeds that have been sown
Because turning ourselves around is not expecting to see the power

Of we
Therefore I turn to me
The sea of suppleness
Freed from subtleness
And fly through the storm of forgotten ideals
As I question all the answers and maybe darken up the day
But at least I will come away with something real
Since, feel is a state of perfection
Then deal is the motto in its shadow screaming
Steal a glimpse of real
If it must be

But be all there is to be
So that we are not mistaken!