Pain

Sounds of pain come out from the neighbor next to me
My window peaks into the parking lot
It's dark now
Grieve or trouble binds this person's heart
One man yelled "Shut Up!" to the person making all the noise
The person did not quite down, however
He continues to yell out in agony
I think it's a he of gender
And it feels like this person was in War
Lost many friends and acquaintances
His life is miserable now
Nothing to live for
Everything to miss
Family doesn't seem to understand him
People telling him to quite down, is not going to help him heal
What is one to do?
But hear another person in pain?
How can I be of some assistance?
I don't think there is anything I could do
Wait...
But...
Walk over there
And ask him if he is alright
That's it!
That is exactly what I'm going to do

I Am Water

Awoke by the sounds of laughter
The ears drummed compassion
But his dirty mind brought torture to his eyes
How to viciously enslave the human race
Was a question he begged himself often
Every night before going to bed
He outlined a plan
One day, he thought to himself
“I will control humanity in the palm of my hand”
I’m the “GOD’ and the humans are my sheep
I feed on their insecurity and on their expirations
They are nothing but below me!
I’m gifted with words of scribbles
Onto a page, I’m liquid
The rain, writes precision
No one can mess with that kind of power

Question I and get the pen moved upon your soul
Engrave your name on the casket and I’m called upon
I outline the words written on your tomb
It’s the only way I know how to stay in-tune
You’re worried when someone is deceased
I’m the hipster that makes that happen
I act in anyway, I like
If I feel like shedding thunder
I make the stars spit fire
Not only that, but I can write in the sky
Where no one can see
When I like, I can turn to human form
Trade horror stories of cheating husbands and wife’s
And change direction to tell stories of freedom and love

My stories are in liquid form
It never evaporates
It only goes in a circular rotation
Just like when the pen is moving in the motion
I provide the oceans of ideas
I put the thoughts into his or her brain
In order for him or her to capture life in the form I choose
I give him or her a lifeline
He or she does not know, but they will when time is right

What is right and what is wrong?
I’m the one that makes good and evil act take form
You might let the thoughts pass you by
But I’m the one that captures it and puts it into liquid form
Because water moves through all of our bodies
Our bodies is at least 70% made off water
How did that come to be?
Well, surely you know the answer to that!?
No? Well, you need to dissolve and start anew
Because in this form you are missing your tune.

A Few More Poems (Star Wish, A Brand of Nothingness, Nerves of Steel, Clouds and Sun Beauty, Run Child

Star Wish

Wish upon a star

The fire burned bright then above your brow

Things do happen for a reason

When thoughts glisten

Moments are shared

Laughter’s are missed

But love is still there

Purity defined to start it’s own trend

Because the divine words are your own brand

A Brand of Nothingness

What is a brand but nothingness?

Marketers created it

Sales men are selling it

Program you to believe you need it

At home, you watch on the idiot box

Hope to be like that brand on your t-shirt

Is all you wish for

But truth is harder to acknowledge

You are so captured by the marketers and sales men

Nerves of Steel

Electric circuits run naked

Call of the wild is inside me

Nerves are endless

But then, they brake down

Into a form of deceased

You laying there in the casket

As the wind pushes your soul upwards

Cries of pain from the audience arise

Wishes up in the sky sent out

They want to bring you back from the dead!

Is their wish of LOVE real?

How do you answer?

Do you plea?

Or stay in the casket

Rotting away alone?

Cloud and Sun Beauty

Beauty never shined so bright as today

The wonderful skies full of gray

No darkness in my cloud

But pleasures of the sun

Hiding behind my cloud

Run Child

Run away, child

Run and keep the legs moving towards freedom

Pain is a bearing field of perverted voices in your ears

Nothing fancy about your surroundings

But pain of grieve

Do not speak to any strangers while you run

Keep the legs moving

Keep the heart pumping new blood

Keep the thoughts of laughter and love in the back of your mind

The only thing that will save you child

Is the calmness of a soothing voice

Here is the sooth-ness of calming voice speaking to you now

“Relax child, let the winds take you where you need to be”

“Let water run down your body, to cleanse the dirty perverted minds of hate”

“Don’t let anyone discriminate”

“Against you!”

Run of a Lifetime!

You put on your sneakers and walk out the door. You breathe in the flowers surrounding you, gaze up above, and pray to whomever you pray to, that it continues to be a glorious day. You insert one head-phone into your left ear and then you insert the right hand-phone into the right ear. You start walking even faster and you bump' your head to the sound of the beat you hear in your IPod. You increase the speed and begin to jog around your neighborhood. You watch in silence, as cars and people move in a drone like state. A slow movement and a slow wobble here and there. You hear birds starting to chirp to reward you for your efforts. You grind and silently continue to jog. As your heart increases, you start panting, but you don't stop. You continue the push to the top of the mountain, where the reward is bigger than you intended. Your legs try to give in, but you talk to them and try to silence the pain. Your heart continues to beat faster, not enough oxygen in your body it tells you. So, you open your mouth and breathe in all the air you could get. As you continue battling the muscle aches and the mountain, you hear a car’s breaks. You turn one eye towards the car, but continue pushing yourself towards the mountain. You know that deep inside, you are battling with Mother Nature, there is no time to watch accidents. As they happen on a regular bases. It's part of nature, you tell yourself. Half a mile left, you tell yourself. You check the time by looking at the clock. It seems that time continues to speed up. It's like you are fighting against time. Who says you cannot beat time. Does time exist you ask yourself? Not on my watch. You toss the watch to the ground and start picking up speed. You look in front of you and you see a mother deer and baby deer, you don't want to scare them, because they are supposed to be there. You are the guest and you are on their land. You think to yourself. "Why not slow down and catch a breath." That is exactly what you do. You slow down, and approach the deer and baby deer slowly. You pay attention so closely; the deer is not scared, and continues looking back at you. You smile and continue to run towards a different path. Finally, you see the ending. You look up and then down to the ground. You smile and grin, and make a noise that only you could hear. "GRRR." As you push yourself to the finish line. You pass the finish line and stop to catch a breath. You look around you and you see beautiful trees standing still, as they have been there for thousands of years. You look below you and you see mud. You look above you, and you see a shooting start beam pass you. You make a wish and sit down to visualize the run you just had, because the beauty you saw and heard; simply could not be forgotten.

Vicious, Bended Backs, Nights and Wait Poems.

Vicious

Slobber over my vicious mind

Gifted words are gifts of passion

Words are words of sweet dreams

Nothing but fancy words of hatred

Sweet words of sorrow

Sweet words of love

Sweet words of dislike

And really sweet words of will

Bended Backs

On bended backs

I clean the clothes off the ground

I smile at the customer next to me

As I look to the other side

The customer tosses the clothes that I folded

I grin

And begin to clean up the mess the customer made

Nights

It's night now

I'm still cleaning up the mess the customer made

My back aches from all of the bending downs

Wait

Smile for the fortunate

Turn the cheek of the unfortunate

Kick the door down

And don't have sex when the sun is down

Wait for the sun to rise

Better things come for anyone who waits

Twisted Logic (A Short Story)

Hello, All! This is my first short-story I have ever written. Therefore, there is definitely going to be some problems here. I re-read it twice. I know there is many more problems. However, I am not really looking to fix that for now. As the focus is to simply write and work on the content. Please, let me know your view. Thank you so much!

Sun sat quietly above my brow.Shimmering into my eyes, as I was about to wake up to a Christmas present my wife wrapped under a Christmas tree. It was a day that had been printed into my mind like a stamped envelop of fire. I always felt that the relationship with my wife was a sacred one. Not until she started cutting me in my sleep. I have been waking up every day for the past month, and I continuously see red scars on my entire body. I was not sure what it was at first, however. It became clear, the marks on my body was probably my wife’s doing.

I could not take it anymore, so I had to speak my mind; as I usually did, when our relationship was going sorrow.

“Hun, I said. What are these markings on my body?” Pointing my index finger to the scar on my back.

She put her finger on it, while coming into a complete magnifying view. “Are you talking about this mark right here?” rubbing it as it was lotion.

“No, duh, what other markings do you see?” She gulped and started counting, in order to see how many marks I had on my body, as if she was picking lottery numbers.

“Look, I want to know what these markings are, stop trying to ignore the question.” I said aloud.

Looking straight into her eyes, while counting how many seconds, it would take her to respond. It usually took her 20 seconds, before she thought about her response. It was always a her verbally abusing me when I asked her a question. I was tired of her games, and I knew that the relationship was not working out, however, I stayed put, it could have been our sex, or simply because her parents were rich. Nonetheless, I simply felt like I should stick around, because her parents were not in good health, so they would be giving the house away to my wife, soon enough. The house was old, but remodeled, so it was at least worth 2 million dollars. With that kind of money, I would be able to get as many prostitutes as I would have liked. My wife would be busy, taking care of her parents and our kids, so she would not have time, to look out after me.

Seemed like I had things figured out, but to my surprise, parents did not write the will, so the house went straight to the government. What a dumb-ass government always taking everything from the poor. Everything a person has worked hard for, could be taken away, just like that. It is a human way of doing things, I suppose.

A change of plan was necessary. But what kind of plan, I thought pacing back and forth in my living room. My wife looked at me strangely, because she knew what I was thinking. We discussed her parents giving us the house and what we would do with it, when we received it. However, it seemed like make believe. She probably wanted to keep me around, because the sex was good, but our communication was way off, so she probably told me that we would be getting the house and the rent would be free. The games she played, was ruthless. I remember one time, when we had an argument. I told her to get out of my face before I smacked her around the living room. She looked at me, as if I was a deranged animal. She opened the door and slammed it, behind her.

She returned a few hours later. I was in bed, but opened my left eye to take a peak at her. She came into the room and started to undress. I kept looking to see what kind of facial expressions she had on her face. Then from the corner of my eyes, I saw some kind of scar on her neck. I opened both of the eyes and sat up on my bed, so that I could take a closer look. “Come here.” “What do you want,” burst of pain came from her mouth as she started approaching me. “Come over here, please?” she hesitated, but started to take a few steps towards me. “What is that on your neck?” I pointed my index finger to it. “What?” She looked at me all confused. “That!” “Right there” I pointed again. She pushed my hand away and skipped to the bathroom, to look in the mirror. “Holy shit, what the hell is that? ”“I have not seen that before.” “You haven’t?” “You are fuckin’ lying” “No, I really haven’t seen that.” You probably let some guy at the bar give you a hicky.” “Didn’t you, bitch.” “Shut the hell up.” She screamed from the top of her lungs. “I went to my mothers you fuckin’ asshole. Looking at me like she was going to chock the daylights out of me. “Oh” was the only sound I heard come out from her. “I’m sorry.” “Sorry!” I said it again, thinking twice about why I was cussing again. “You are a damn maniac, fuck your sorries.” “Get out of here” she yelled from the top of her lungs. “Where the hell would I go?” “Anywhere but herem, fuckin’ maniac.” I picked my pillow up from the bed, got my blanket from the closet, and went into the living room. I laid down, but of course I couldn’t sleep. I could not stop thinking about the scar she had on her neck.

After a few min… I fell asleep.

Next morning I awoke. I had more scars on my body. “What the fuck are these scars” I yelled out loud, trying to wake up my wife with my screaming. No response came out of our bedroom. I got out of bed and walked towards our bedroom. “Hun, are you a sleep?” she laid on her stomach, holding the pillow close to her. It seemed that she was missing something, the way she was holding the pillow. I came close to her bed, leaned over, and kissed her ever so lightly on her forehead. “Baby, please wake up.” “wh wha” was one response, I was able to receive from her. “Baby,” I kissed her again, but this time on her ears. She put her hands on my cheeks and pushed away. “Please, stop.” I’m tired.” She said. “I’m tired too damn it.” “Then go back to sleep.” She said holding the pillow even tighter. “Look, I have more scars on my body.” “I do not understand where these scars come from.” I said as I got up off the bed. This time, she turned over from sleeping on her stomach, to lying onto her back. “Come here.” I sat back down onto the bed and leaned over, pointing with my index finger to the scar. “Here is one and then there is another one and another, right here!” I had three scars. They looked fresh, like they were just induced a few hours ago. “What the hell are these scars?” I demanded. She was concerned, so she sat up and continued studying the scars, as I was some sort of lab rat. “Stop it!” “What?” I am just looking at the scars. She acted like she was all concerned. “Okay, I’m going to the doctors.” “ I need to find out what these scars are.” This is weird. I told her, as I was walking towards the door. As I started walking out of the room, I saw a knife laying there by the couch I was sleeping on last night. “Hun!” I yelled. “Baby, what is that knife doing by my couch?” I looked back, to see if she was standing next to me. Of course, she was not. I looked back; saw the bathroom light on and the water running. Fuck it, I will do it myself I told myself. “Do what?” She said. “Wha what the fuck?” Where the hell did you come from? “Um, I was going to take a shower, but I heard you yelling something so I came rushing towards the livin’ roo”… As she was about to say room, she looked at my hand pointing towards the knife. “What the…” She looked dazed and confused. “ I Don’t fuckin’ know.” “You tell me!” “You wanted to kill me last night, didn’t you?” “After our argument, you couldn’t take me accusing you. “ Huh!” I said, grinning. “You are a fuckin’ skank!” “ You wanted to cut me to teach me a lesson, huh skank? ”You did didn’t you, fuckin’ whore!” “What the fuck?” “Stop accusing me of shit I did not do.” “You are a fuckin’ asshole!” bursts of tears started forming in her eyelids. “Ahh, I’m fuckin’ sorry.” “I did not mean to make you cry” “Well, you did, fuckin’ asshole.” Damn it, damn, damn I really hate you.” “Did you know that?” Looking at me while the tears accelerated and started dropping even quicker onto the carpet. “Damn, I am an asshole I thought. I grabbed my wife’s head and brought it towards my chest. “I’m sorry again. Trying to hold my tears from falling down to the carpet as well.” I’m sorry.” I repeated.

Empty Land

Empty hallways hid the naked pictures of laughters
Probing of the young minds was something done daily
Feelings of emptiness felt like daggers hitting the heart repeatedly
What is on the mind of a writer?
When he simply is shocked to see the world around him
Vicious cycles of games of give, but not receive
Simple pleasures of life
To see/watch and observe
Seems like things are getting easier each day you live
It gets difficult sometimes
Because breathing seems to evaporate into a nowhere, land

Life's Observations Part 4

I have been thinking a lot about how waves from the ocean are energy flowing in and out. When you think of waves, what is the first thing that pops into your head? Fun? Surfers? Scary? All three? Could waves be considered bursts of energy that fires up our planet earth? Think about it for a minute. When waves crash into the beaches and get pulled back into the ocean, the energy of the waves die. When waves of the ocean rise, the energy builds up and out again, like the heart beating in our chests. I'm no expert in this area, however, I think it's fascinating to question and think about waves/ocean and nature in particular. It seems something soothing and calming about how nature is perfect, yet lacks explanation.

When you look at water, do you ever think how amazing it is? I mean 70% of our bodies are supposedly, made out of water. Isn't that amazing? We have so much water in our bodies, yet when we get cut, blood; not water leaking from us. I'm sure many of you would use your left part of the brain, as it is common sense to why those things happen. However, consider using your right side of the brain for a change. Let your imaginations run wild. Question the meaning behind why those things are, the way they are. It is always easier, to make a quick decision, because most of us are busy with are tight “schedules.”

Observing places/people and uncomfortable experiences is important. It seems to have improved my thought process in the end. I continuously focus on how my observing everything around me. It has helped me many times before. Do you take time to observe things around you? If so, how do you observe things? I personally sit there quietly watching things move, just as the waves of the oceans do. It sounds simple, but it seems to work for me.

We are Born Alone and We Die Alone

We are born alone and we die alone. A simple concept, which continues to ring true throughout my waking hours of living. No matter what has happened in my life, I have come to conclude, that we are born alone and we die alone. Even if you are on your deathbed, and you have your family and friends wishing that you would not leave them; you seem to forget that they are there. When you are on that deathbed, all you can think off, and hope for is that afterlife exists and you have done good deeds in this world, so that you could return to a better life than the one you just lived and experienced.

Many people would feel lost for words, because no one really talks about being alone in this empty life. However, I feel that it is my duty to start the conversations, in order to get people thinking about their beliefs and sharing them with me and others.

Sure, we might come into this world as lonely souls, but we leave as experienced and lovable souls/spirits. Even the troubled souls/spirits who commit suicide have love in one way or another. One would argue that when we are born, we are not really born alone, because we have parents who are waiting for us on the other side of the plane. However, I would argue that we are in fact born alone. The womb is one lonely place. Even with all of the assistance by the Doctors, Mothers and Fathers, we are indefinably alone, because our surroundings are new. In addition, for 9 months that we are in the womb of our mother, we are also alone.

Coming into this world is a beautiful thing of itself. When we are born, our loneliness could be healed, if the environment is a right type of environment. Nevertheless, no matter how you spin the turntable, you come into this world alone. Having an environment that changes your loneliness is important. If the environment is lacking any consistent love, our psyche is broken; we stay broken and continue declining with a fear being lonely and not loved. It does not take much for that to change, however. Loneliness could be healed. Ignoring this fact is ignorance at it’s finest hour.

When we die, our surroundings might include the people we have given all of ourselves too. Sometimes, we die without anyone around and I would say that the death of not knowing when we die is a lonely feat of it's own merit. Death should not be looked down, upon. As death is a next step into a place that is not here. I do not know if it is better place than here, but I do know, it is a place from here.

When we are on our deathbed, we might feel love and happiness of how life turned out to be. However, many feel discomfort of how they lived their life. Even the ones, who feel happiness and joy when on their deathbed, feel alone as well. As they know that even if anyone is around them, they cannot take them with them.

I know that these thoughts might not ring true for everyone. Nevertheless, beliefs and thoughts change dramatically throughout ones life. I might be speaking from ignorance of age, experience, or both. However, you simply cannot deny, some of the possibilities I have outlined in this article/essay. Death is a difficult topic for many people who are involved. But it does not have to be a topic of pain and suffering. If more people speak or discuss this topic, we could learn ways to quite our hearts and minds, in order to prepare ourselves and our loved ones.
I wish to tell you a little story of my grandmother who passed a way about a year ago. From my encounter with her and the remembrance, I had about her and with her. I come to recollect that when she was born, the environment she grew up in, was a loving and a consistent environment of laughter and joy. However, with time, love and joy started disappearing from her life. Many reasons for that, one was her health deteriorated quickly. She was a very sick human being. I remember her living with one lung, half of a long intestine and hardly any small intestines. She was a strong person and a person full of life. But battling these kinds of health issues and others, played a huge roll in her difficulty in staying happy and full of joy in this life. I know that before her passing, she told my grandpa that it was her time to go. I remember my grandfather’s words vividly. “She looked at me, full of focus.” my grandfather telling me when I was visiting him. “I can feel that it is my time to go,” she said. My grandfather asked where she was going? her response was. “I'm going home,” she responded proudly as she fell to sleep. She slept a lot because she was not eating and so, she did not have much energy to do anything else. This was a difficult time for me. I was afraid of death before her passing. However, she gave me a meaning in order for me to search for my own conclusions to death. When she passed on, I begged her to contact me. I waited 8 months before my begging was answered. My grandmother spoke to me in my dreams. I wrote an article entitled, “Is There a Hell or a Heaven?” She responded in my dreams, “Heaven and Hell do not exist.” I was also able to ask her if she was all right and she was able to respond by saying, “I'm better then I have ever been.” She looked happy from what I was able to recall from my dreams. My grandmother had a gown that was all white. My grandmother had a long white gown that went down to her feet. You were able to see her ankles, but you could see that the gown hung loosely as it was free just like she was. It was as if she was floating in the air, smiling and answering my questions without any worries in her world. It was a perfect timing too. I was struggling with life as any other young man my age.
This little experience was one of many I have had during this life here on this planet. Death is freedom to my own existence and a way to reconnect with my self on another part of a paralleled universe.

Illuminati, Music Industry and WHY MICHAEL JACKSON WAS KILLED ( I Beg You To Watch This!)

I ask you, no I beg you to take sometime out and watch this video clips. It is a big eye opener, that put me in a trance and in a position of uncomfortable nature. I beg you to watch it. Please! Hope you will! Thank you all!

Here Is 3 More Samples For My Spoken Word Album

Celebrity Gossip

Average fascination of celebrity gossip

What does it do for you?

Does it caress you?

Make you feel warm and fuzzy inside?

Does it take you out of your own reality?

You step into a life of beauty and brains?

You are being ruckus in my presence

If you believe these facts outlined above

Do yourself a favor, sit down, and relax your mind

Stop reading all of those Cosmopolitan Magazines

You could gain your IQ points back

Those are not promises

But researched outlining of how to improve ones brain

Most of the gossip you hear, is simply false

No truth in any of them

Why pay attention to something that could not help you in anyway

It seems to give you something to put your energy into

Is that what you want to do?

Focus on the negative and not the positive?

Be my guest and take the front seat

Let me know how the ride goes

I'm going to sit back and observe all that you do

I won't tell you that I told you so

Because really, who the hell am I to tell you how to live your life.

Numbers of Speaking God's

Love of deepness hate of life

Words of purity divine

Love for one another is truth

But hatred for another race

Is false

Creed is racism in no where to turn

So falling down upon your knees

Asking for forgiveness, I see

No melancholy in my vocabulary

Just simple laughter's all across the board

Pain hurts we all know that

Just remember from pain comes love

No way to spin the turntables in any directions

I got you beat

So anything you think

Is thought-out in triple steps of threes

The double-parking to wave hello

Is nothing more but vivid images of racism in you

Forgive yourself and then only then

Can you see the faltering ego?

Evaporate into outer space

Away from all the negativity in this life

I know that it's going to be difficult

But it's worth taking a step into the right direction

You oh, so forgot existed

Minded marks of three 666's

Existed before you even excused yourself from the dinner party

The lookout for the perfect lullaby is truly a remark of sadness on your part

No child is falling a sleep, because you follow the un-originality of Self-Improvement Guides

Your thinking is flawed in a congruency of thinking that you exist

Self pictures that you took on your vacation in Hawaii is not going to help you believe that you exist

All that you see around you is non-existent

Reminiscing of the first hello, you received from a girl next door

Is your imagination running away from your naked eye

Imagination is a powerful tool, but if not used in a positive way

Could have a negative outcome

Numbers are a language of the God’s

However, the numbers you seek and the numbers you obey

Are not the numbers that the GOD speaks

You're soul is nothing more but a fairy tale full of laughter & jokes

The real decoy of what you have inside you is nothing

The secret has been revealed to you

The question is...

What will you do with this knowledge outlined in red chalk on a white sheet?

Vicious Darkness

Symbolically vicious metaphors equipped to dagger scrotums

Vivid images in the bacteria of life

Purify the dying race of a fight

Wicked words of wisdom outlined in white chalk

Images provided to glisten in the art

Music combined to give meaning to life

Nothing more is left but speechless might

Stories told of a few greats

Ignored for centuries as something fake

Who knows what one is speaking off?

When one is high on life

Words of power ignited to give flight

You take off and never want to land in sight

The earth is hurting and that is not a lie

Who's going to save each individual

I know you are not

So what is one to do

But call for reinforcements

A guilty is dying of greed

Truth spoken out-loud

No laughter in the crowd

Hisses and verbatim thoughts of truth

Spoken directly into the tube

Who's going to face the devils tomb

The light of darkness beams so bright

No where to hide

No where to run

But down the fiery pit of hell