Following Citizens

Citizens under a rest for not following a dream of being an American

What is that dream we all desire to follow?

A dream that our ancestors outlined in black chalk in our textbooks

A vicious cycle continues to persuade our minds like a mind control victim

Misery binds us, while lazy youngsters are eating the sugar

Rotting their brains

And playing shoot em up games on PS3 and Xbox 360

When will the work ethic of each individual start to produce anything of quality?

We are living in this nightmare

This life is destroying our souls

Leaving nothing but corpses on roads

Streets dirty from all the dead soldiers

Hate and racism seems to have erupted in less than a decade

What is going on with human civilization?

I thought the point was to evolve

And

Help each individual free themselves from the

Burden of mechanical system of chains…

Connection Throughout Dimensions

Trickery of populated city wonders

Enchanted in minds of someone

Sweet glistens of laughter's

Spread out throughout the streets of thunder

Sweet pleasure of chocolate chip cookies around my lips

Gentle warmth when a girl bakes them in the winter

Beauty in the simplicity is wonderful

But sadness is all but depressing

Let us not bring that up however

Stay in the zone of comfort

Squeeze your lips together

Let fire burn from under

The

Christmas tree

Dance in the snow of coldness

Then bring one another closer

So warmth can gather form

Then

Kiss one more time while you dance into the night

Think of memories

Ignite the love you made

From last night

When no one was home that day

You laid out her body

On the white sheets of lightness

Not grey

So lay that last kiss upon her cheeks

Then release her body into another dimension

So she understands the sensation you provide

Not only in this reality

But any other dimension she visits after you

Contradictions of Life

Contradict the possibilities of Afterlife

Sweet gestures from the undead

Mind is asleep

But thoughts progress from your spine

To your lips

Brain working in double power of threes

Whose going to tell me there is no afterlife after all?

The dreams I have had...

Afterlife is a small icing on the cake

What happens when we pass on? Who knows…

But

Then we realize that our families are heart broken

They hoped for just one more moment to say their goodbyes

But we were already far gone too reconnect

 

Whom are we kidding?

Life exist after this life is over

Why focus on the future

When the present moment is more specific

Too

Us

Starting from NOW on…

We all should live in harmony of the sun

Let the beams of warmth

Caress our bodies into 180% off nuclear double power

So when another cold and bitter human being attacks your erogenous zone

You can point him into a direction of happy beams

 

Loose the cockiness and bring the fun

Bring the joy

And not the hate you hide behind

Your life is short

Our life is short

Why waste time

On things that cannot be changed

Focus on the NOW and let the water guide your soul

Into a harmonious tone

Of a musical zones

Beauty Mesmerized

Mesmerize by the beauty I confine

In the memory of the liquid heart

Feelings of helplessness are unattractive

The misery I provide

For myself

No one else

But

Myself

Truth of fairytales in my life

Sweet glistening nights

Laying out the blankets of our life

Into a fiery places of highs

Never lows

Beauty you and I confined in

Do not blame me

Just beauty I confined in

For myself

And no one else

But

Myself

Slavery

Slavery exists in the eyes of nonexistent person
Chains are strapped in airtight
In the hearts of many people
Civilization under attack by lacking human being
We have come so far
Yet
We fall short continuously
What is a human being like myself to do?
I see something that needs to be changed
The whole system of the government
The poverty
The molestation
The rapes
The hate
The racism
The status
The malnutrition
And other problems that society has
Who’s going to change the system if it is not me?
I have to change the system one-step at a time
Will you stand up with me when you are called upon...
And help me change the system?

He Sat in the Corner of his Room

He sat in the corner of his room. Hidden by the empty promises of I will text you and I will call you. However, it is 3AM and nothing. He sat there confused; hoping that music from his iPod would provide some kind of output of comfort. He kept one song on a repeat, however: Butterflies and Hurricanes by Muse. The song was on repeat at least 20 times. He heard word after word, which helped him understand his situation. The words were “change, everything you are and everything you were your number has been called fights, battles have begun, revenge will surely come your hard times are ahead.” The words never stopped producing a sound so pure that Angelic could not stop pushing himself to write what he felt deep in his heart all along.

He endured pain so vicious that he could not sleep. He got up in order to meditate, he wanted to get rid of the nasty thoughts his sick mind kept developing. However, that did not work out well. Angelic began lying in bed, listening to Muse on a repeat. Words pounded into his brain like vicious breaking points of racism. How does one continue striving to trust the love of your life, when he couldn’t trust his thoughts. Continues dissatisfaction of his life began to play on a repeat as well. How does anyone continue to be free, when he cannot sort simplest things in one’s life? On the other hand, is love so unexplainable, no matter how well you think you have it figured out, you will always struggle to find what love is. Angelic continued fighting demons, which played dirty tricks on repeat, in his mind.

He could not find a way out. So... he sat, alone, with blood in his eyes. Blood rolled onto his empty stomach of forgetful workouts. Grabbing a pen, he moved it in circular rotations. Hopefully, his mind will produce something of satisfaction when all this is done. Maybe these words will lay out how he feels and then he can sort these feelings out with his love. On the other hand, maybe… he could do something more important.

No matter what the outcome will be. Angelic will continue sifting through his dark and empty thoughts in his mind. Hoping that when words do come out, they will open his mind, so that no one could control his heart so well that he has to sit alone, with a pen and a pad, scribbling these thoughts down.

Thoughts and Words

Words never die just reemerges in the most silent moments of life
Love dies, but pain strives to compete between the two partners involved
Sitting in the darkest room
Hoping to give your heart a break
But no text and no phone calls after 3 am
What is one person to think?
Is she cheating is she being corrupted by the darkest voices in her mind
Many questions asked
But many questions are unanswered
Who will give me the truth if not her?
She sleeps in the silent bed
But doesn’t want to speak a word
When I text her two times and call her once
Hidden secrets of where she is and what she is doing
Is hidden underneath her tongue
How do I find out what had occurred this night
In the moments she was not by my side
No way to know
But sit in the darkest hole of my mind
And type these words out
I listen to Muse beam into my earphones
Hoping to gain insight into her thinking patterns
Is what I seem too not grasp at all
How does an angelic man like me
Find out the truth?
When happiness in my heart is knocked down by negative thoughts in my mind

What Dream?

Jai awoke because the waves would not stop hitting his body. At first, it was annoying; however, as the hours continued to pass, he forgot all about it. When he was asleep, he had a dream. A dream so barbarous that it had to be stamped into his subconscious mind. He told himself that he would not repeat the dream when he awoke, but he always shared his dreams with his friend Von. Jai reached into his backpack for his cell phone. Trying desperately to stay calm, he stood up.

“Where is it?” He asked himself. “Where the heck could it be?”

After five min, Jai located the phone. He started dialing, but then realized, what if Von is not home? As he usually was not, he had three jobs and a wife to care for.

“Forget it,” Jai said tossing the cell phone back into his backpack.

“Damn, who else could I call?” said Jai while looking around the beach. About ten feet away from him, he saw some kind of movement. Jai looked a bit stunned as it was at least one AM.

At first hesitant, Jai started walking towards the movement he saw a few seconds before. While walking, he was not sure if he should get out his knife, or first yell before walking any further.

“Ehh, I guess I could get out a knife, just in-case.”

As he continued walking towards the movement, he saw a body wrapped in blankets. Jai was not sure if it was a dead body or a homeless body, but he continued to get closer to it. Jai was a fellow full of curiosity. As Jai moved in closer, he saw the body move. “Oh, shit!” Jai yelled while holding tightly to his knife.

As Jai got even closer, the body un-wrapped itself and started to scream. “Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!”

Jai freaked out and started to move a few steps backwards, not sure, if he should walk or run.

The body got up and started yelling, “Who the hell are you?” “Why are you so damn close?”

“I’m sorry; I did not mean to bother you.” “I just awoke myself, wanted to call my friend, to tell him about a dream I had, but I decided not to.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean what?”

“I mean why you decided not to call your friend?” asked the body.

“I’m not sure. Did not want to bother him, I suppose.”

“Bother him? I wish I had friends who I could call.” said the body

“Well, I tell you what. I will be your friend, if you care to listen to my dream?”

“Oh! Um, sure”

“Do not worry, the dream is not long.” “Okay, great!” “May I sit down, right here?” Jai pointing his finger towards the blanket.

“Sure, take a seat.”

Jai slowly sits down.

“Well, okay. It started like a good dream.” However, it became somewhat of a nightmare. At least that’s the way I look at it.”

“What happened?”

“Well…” “It was just so scary.” “At first I felt like I was on the beach. Just like, I am now. I met a homeless man there. Just like now. Then, the homeless man tells me to sit down. He tells me he is bored and wants someone to speak with. I do not discriminate, so I agree. He starts asking me questions about me. Are you married? If so, what does your wife look like and if I have a picture of her? I do not hesitate and respond accordingly.” “Yea, I’m indeed married and sure I do have a picture of her.” “I take out the picture and hold it out.” He grins and asks if he may hold it, because he cannot see from that far away.” “Of course you may.” “I hand him the picture and he starts smiling.” “Wow, she is quite pretty!” He tells me. Before I know it, he has his left hand on his crotch and starts rubbing it.” “I am awestruck and not sure what I should do next. I stand up and ask for the picture back. He tells me he wants to keep it for a bit. I cannot believe my ears. I ask him again to give it to me, as I have to go. The reason I am on the beach I tell him, is that my wife and I had a fight. I had far too many drinks and the beach was the only place I could release my tension.

Before I could finish another word, the body starts looking through his garbage. He pulls out what looks like a picture of someone familiar.

“Holy shit!” That is my fuckin wife.” “What the hell is going on here?”

The body smiles while holding the picture out. I start looking through my backpack, hoping to locate my knife I dropped in my backpack before I approached.

I continue searching for it, but cannot seem to locate it. I begin to yell and scream. Out of nowhere, something is touching me. I hear voices in the back of my mind.

“Wake up, baby.” The voice seems to get louder.

I continue searching for my knife. “Where is it? It has to be here somewhere.”

“Wake up baby!” I hear it again.

Then a pair of hands starts shaking me. “Wake up please!” I hear the voice again.

I finally open my eyes and there in front of me is my wife.

“What the fuck happened? I ask, while touching my sheets to see if its sand.

“Baby, it is okay, it was just a dream.” My wife reassures me.

“Oh, damn baby. You won’t believe a dream I had.” I tell her while continuing to breathe heavily.

“What happened?” she asks me

I look around me once again, making sure this really was a dream. “Are you sure?” I ask her, while my head is moving into every direction.

“Yes, baby!” “It definitely was a dream.” She reassures me again.

“Hey Hun!” I say. “May I have some water?”

“Sure!”

My wife reaches behind her. There is that old cup of water. I tell myself. It was definitely a dream. I tell myself. As my wife starts to pick up the cup of water, there lays a piece of paper.

“Hun, what is that piece of paper?” I ask bewilderingly.

“What piece of paper? “Are you talking about this piece of paper?”

“Yes babe! That piece of paper.

She picks it up and hands it to me.

I bring it closer to my face in order to take a closer look. Suddenly, my heart stops beating for a second. I look closer and there it is a photo of my wife. The photo that is always in my wallet.

Writing from the Heart and from my Soul

Sometimes I feel unstoppable when I write and sometimes I feel weak as a sheep. I put my fingers to the keyboard and start pounding on the keys. However, eventually I realize that whatever I am writing is crap, pure and utter crap. It seems that most of the times I live in a fantasyland. I believe that my writing could inspire and touch many people all around the world. But I think that is just make believe. The candle burns bright in the corner of my room, but it seems to burn out, whenever I start to think that I could help change this world. I’m not talking about simple and mindless thinking. I am talking about things that have to do with one-self. Maybe individual kind of thinking? Then I try to figure out what my purpose is, why am I here and what should I be doing here. I watch movies like “Ask the Dust.” And get inspired to the core, but once the movie is finished, that is when I finish writing. Whenever I read people like Paulo Coelho, I get inspired to pick up his torch and add my own flavoring to the mix. But... I feel like I am not even close to his proximity. I need to give up. Why even bother. I tell myself, but it is something in my soul, keeps telling me too never stop. Something pushes me into a direction, where pushing ones limit is a necessity.

The only real reason I am here is to write. The ultimate truth to everything I think, observe and produce. Writing is embedded into my soul. I am a Writer and that is whom I want to be known as, when I die. Nevertheless, no matter how hard I try to produce something of value; it seems to be pure poop. Maybe it is because I am trying to hard. Maybe, I should let the flow of my fingers do the talking. I just cannot find satisfaction in anything... but when I write and produce, it just feels something of ordinary. Especially, when I get people telling me how much my writing touched their lives or their hearts.

I do not have many fans, nor do I have many people who read my writing, but the few who do, I would like to thank you sincerely from the bottom of my heart. Each of you inspires me to the fullest of my being.

I do not know where I am going with “this” writing. I am very confused with what I am trying to achieve. I want to inspire and help people. I want to touch people with my writing. However, my job is killing me slowly. I want to put my love and helping others into something more positive, then working in retail. I would like to work for a Non-Profit Org, but I feel that in order to do that, I would need to have a degree or know someone who works in that organization. If I could do that, I could put some of my energy into one part of good and another good part into the written word.

It seems the older I get, the more I am coming to terms of my style. My style is poetical/hip-hopish. There is not much room for grammar, nor is there room for punctuation. It is raw and it is real. I understand the importance of grammar and punctuation, but I feel the only way to communicate with people from all lifestyles, I need to break down the barriers of rules and let my soul speak to their soul.

I have made many mistakes trying to guide others. I cannot even guide myself, so why even try to guide anyone else. I must guide myself and then, if anyone finds my words appealing, they could use it for their own benefit. I must write from my experience and my surroundings. Why push if I am not ready. It is all about baby-steps. I must mold all of my words into one single word, love. A Word known by many other names. However, I must realize I give love to everyone who reads my writing. I converse with anyone who is willing to open his or her hearts to mine.

I must start from the beginning and look outwards. I have many things I am going through. However, I must and I repeat, must start from the beginning. The journey is better walked, if walked in a slow and steady pace. The beauty that you will see in that time will change your soul in many more ways then you or I could dream off.

Smoking Herb

Smoke the herb
That is natural
From the plants its extracted
And then
Pass it on
Let it swoop around in your brain
In order for you, to catch that sweet melodic ride
Into the ancient times
Of animal kingdoms
Of  fairytales
And magical beings

The Routines

Routines is a block of empty consistencies
All of the things I do everyday
Is
Getting boring and annoying

Baldness

Mix the chemical balance in your DNA
So strands of your hair become something of a fairy tale
Baldness is beautiful and you are ignorant for thinking its nasty

Trees Blaze

Trees of blaze burn in the mountains
Firefighters look into the view of the burnt trees
Who is going to put out the fire?
Us? Them? On the other hand, ALL OF US?

Perfect

Picture perfect mixtures
Of life
Glistening in forms of birds
Flying into your window to
Walk in parallel directions
Of my own boredom insight

Alan Watts: "Work as Play!"

I love this guy! He makes so much sense. This kind of thinking, has helped me understand that I too, could enjoy my job:

Words I’m Sometimes Proud Off

Intro

Words kick the beating heart, from left to the right, so, when you begin life, just ask yourself some quick little questions, do I want to continue to live, or is it easier to initiate death upon your breath than try to live/lets go

Verse 1

As the nights go by, my love goes on the fly bye/

Words never spoken, just rhythm provoking/

Engaged in the communication from the waves of the glory/

Proven track record, re-recording to the sound of the story/

Purity divine, like words of love never dying/

It’s electricity that flows through my body/ like grease/

It’s a painless, beef, that’s been re-charged back into the game of flees/

I have given up on life, but continue to strive/

No matter if the flute plays in the background, I am still dominating/

This illusion is coming from over my cold bitter heart/

It’s a black, desire that sparks/

Lungs are tired, just like eyes are tearing up my insides/

It’s the exploration of my own soul, that’s giving me a green light to continue the journey/

Drums beating in my ears, like a base of an acoustic guitar, that puts me to sleep in nonexistent mercy/

Enchant the mind, like a physical connection, when I make love to my ideal wife/

Words are still daggering the pleasure, that binds and breaks the love//

Deep rooted below my waist line, my words are speaking the truth/

I suppose it’s the foundation of the God’s name I have re-released/

When you spoke his name, did you speak it in vain/

I suppose at that moment when life didn’t go well, I spoke it in vain/

But that does not mean, what I said is what I meant/

People talk, I’m still a young man/

I can still take shit back, and then get on my knees and hold my head/

In my lap and pray to the almighty one and beg to forgive me/

I haven’t taken the necessary steps, in order to improve/

I just know that as time goes on/

And my mind ages, my mind will become something of a treasure/

Every connection I make in younger life, I will retreat back/

And continue to educate and inspire the young/

Firstly, because they don’t know when the problems really a cure//

It’s a painless knife and it’s deep aimed in your throat/

So, young kid’s take a seat, and just breathe, close your eyes, and just believe/

You can do anything your mind desires to do, I came from poverty and still continue to write/

Words that matter to me, might not matter to the person next to me, but that doesn’t mean I will stop/

I will continue sharing my words, to people who need it most/

As words are communication tool, that sparks the idea/

That will enhance a kid, to be who he wants to be/

Because honestly/ life is too short for mistakes as you can see/

Let, this beat take you way back into the golden days/

When you were chilling with your boy’s and playing games/

But do not forget that what I got to say is fact/

Cuz truth be, pain is suffering and we all can learn from ones another’s pain/

So just retrace the steps back, and remind yourself, that you aint going back again/

Chorus

Life to short for all that fun/

Just sip on some wine and just retrace the steps back/

Cuz it gets easier as you go on/

Verse 2

Never did I question, my thoughts of pain/

When I was standing there in front of my mirror in pain/

Pleasure is not what was brought upon my silent moments/

Just stabbing wounds, of soldiers wounds/

It was not easy for me to pretend I did not care/

Cuz honestly, life is too easy when your mind is not there/

So, much shit goes in your mind, that you cannot continue to think/

You just want to close your eyes, and just look back at all them times/

When someone cared for you in a way that you loved them back/

Words, spoke to much to me, in fact it’s like words are my own therapy/

That never existed until I re-released it from my heart/

Then people, held their minds, and said oh my gosh/

He can write, I am feelings his pain/

I am engaging in his thoughts/

Just like when 2pac wrote them poems/

Did anyone question his words/

Not until he was dead, by a bullet that hit his heart/

Did people realize he was too young to go/ and that his words were real/

Words, is a communicating tool, that miss or kiss that fire that burned/

All along, without the words, we will burn/

Never say, I didn’t tell you so/

Life is becoming even more difficult/

People becoming more ignorant/

And all I do, is sit and observe/

Never wanting to break the mold/

Maybe when I die, it will be my time to shine//

Maybe I will be re-recorded and played multiple times/

Or just maybe, it will be too late, because my words will die within my mind/

Who knows, all I know/ is that I got an itch, that keeps telling me to re-release/

Lonely Creatures of the Past

Intro 4X

We are lonely creatures of the past

Patients is what we lack

Hate sips into our minds faster than crack

What we should do is counterattack all of that

Verse 1

Walking alone without a home, the moon shined preciously warm

Tears, rolled from his tears through shadows moan

Painstaking tone, got him confused to go further or to stand up firm

Morning it was, through utensils he gathered composure,

It was darkness

Stumbled from his sleep like fortune of business deals

Scared to be alone, he didn’t care the synopsis to a song

Shaking bewilderingly to an emotional song

It was his headphones that bumped the saxophone horn

He behaved precociously petite

He didn’t mind the beat

Gathering momentum is the questions that aroused in his mind

He kept on walking

Because he a saw sign

Lighting stroke into his behind

Stumbled down upon his knees to pray

Looked up to higher power but no one answered to his dismay

Tears rolled down upon his face

But no one cared to look deep into his eyes

It was probably because he was alone in the darkness halls

Nightmare, of arousal awoken his heart

Pain is hatred but love is blind

He repeated this more times, than he would have liked

This just shows you we are all blind

Chorus 3X

We are lonely creatures of the past

Patients is what we lack

Hate sips into our minds faster than crack

What we should do is counterattack all of that

Verse 2

Mind is confusing place to be

When you are alone, you are worried to see those faces

In the rear view side, you hear them laughter’s

You take one look and look away

It doesn’t bother you so, there is nothing you say

You go home and then go inside your naked bed

And then you finally weep all the hatred inside your mind

Inside your body is an enormous battle of hate

So, you just give up because there is nothing you want to give away

Take away from this world you live in

Nothing is precious as loneliness of pain

Just let it sink in and never fade

Outro 8x

We are lonely creatures of the past

Patients is what we lack

Hate sips into our minds faster than crack

What we should do is counterattack all of that

Lies Next Door To You

Propaganda is next to door to you

Shit is hectic on the streets

Children want cell phones, so that they could talk to their friends

Parents buy, when children cry

Boundaries broken into little fragments

I suppose lies are good when told by a tube that hypnotizes you

I see it continuing like no one gives a damn

Pockets getting fuller and bigger

When the marketers lie

The Christmas list continues to get even longer

Don't mind Third World Countries from starving

Don’t mind the kid in China sewing your shoes for 1 dollar a week

Don't worry about parents giving away their kids

The reason?

They cannot support them, because money is tight

Media continues it's games of talking about Bling, that, Bling this

26 inch rims that

Hot bodies Wow, Paris Hilton Where, Who bought what/

Shit, how long will this mess continue/

Messing with our brains

The mind control is it real, is it true?

Do your own research to find the truth

Fine

Continue denying it,

Government taking advantage of it

Economic Manipulation is on the rise

You laugh in my face and walk away

Thinking that I give a damn if you don’t listen

I just share what I see

Why would I need to lie?

I am prepared for the storm

In the harm of it all

I am prepared to energize

Inspire

And lead when need be

No need to listen, if you don’t want to be free

You have free will

So, take what you hear

And do your own research

You don’t have to believe me

Listen to your mind, heart and body

Protect your family,

They are the most important people to you

Do not be afraid

To walk a different walk

Talk a different Talk

Be a different breed

And think differently

Laughter might continue behind your back

But at least you will be prepared

For the harm in the coming winter

Things are looking grimmer

People getting greedier

Media is getting anxious

People are trying to wake up

Let’s continue this fight

Revolution is needed

Become a leader

Guide your loved ones

To

The mountain

Where freedom rings true

The leaders will meet

Unite and fight

For your right

We deserve better

Truth be told

We are better

We are greater

This country was built on “honesty”

And

A code of silence

Break off

And

Let your heart sing

Eyes gleam

Beauty

Rise

Wonderful purity divine

Spiritual beings we are one

Connected we are

Let us continue this difficult fight

Because in the end

We are one

Crumbling Paper Clips

Even more so, my older style.

I crumble with the slip of my fingers, as I penetrate the empty carton that steps between the limitless blows, upside the pavement. I definitely cannot figure out the empty hole that stops the heartbeat of a baby’s heart, but I can definitely release the tension that injects into the core, of my opportunity. You might think to yourself, what is this person speaking about, I might repeat myself, and concentrate on the emotional progression; I need not to speak from the moving pen of the moving wrist, but from the openhanded caskets that slips. Under the microscopic microtone flips, I am flipping my bliss, in reverse of premature stanzas. That brings peoples to the dangling knees of mine, is that a feeling? Alternatively, is that a fault, not in a writer, but in the person that poses a skill, that intertwines with flees, you dig, the majority of things that you see on TV? Or when you read this are you blinded by the light that I spring open the brain that daggers the cranium of everlasting symmetric perplexity of yet another complexity...

Held Her Dearly

Held her dearly

Life is taking her purely

Satin speaks through ESP

It’s a faithful game of pleasure

Yet, you are not sure where the pleasure lies

Don’t hide it between your thighs

Release the scriptures underneath the garment

So, you will not leave the faucet running freely

It’s a beginning of her silky skin I treasure

Because once it’s gone

It’s gone forever

Simply glide your hand upon her waking lips

Kiss it lightly then release the tension

Let your heart beat as one,two,three

Then count back to three,two,one

It’s an intertwined, connection of wine through Jesus

Love is real, but she does not know it exists

Do you simply crave, and ask for her honey hand to touch upon your belly

When life isn’t going well, it’s not her pleasure to speak to you

She rather leave you empty handed and let you deal with it on your own

Patronize the golden recipe to life, is all I have gathered

But you are underneath its powerful progression is something she treasures

So

Let your head drop lightly onto her chest, so then you can dance to romance

You will fall asleep sweetly, into the morning dawn, then all you will to say is I have

definitely won her over.

Glittering Moment

Another old poem. As you can see, my style was way different.

Glittering moments, on the last day you wanted to say your goodbyes, I chased you down the hallway yelling your name to stop you in your tracks/ you presumed to not care, only to tell me off, I wished on my name to never to embrace myself in your true beauty/ when you did not wish to continue our relationship, I could not believe my ears, with all this years, I never would have thought my dear, you made me more of a man than I was before, you opened my eyes, especially on that magical carpet ride, where you took my hand, and cherished my heart not in pain, but love/ you made me happy, and that happiness will never die, I am not going anywhere, I am putting my body into the sand, and letting water sprinkle onto my soul, it will cleanse me and get me stuck inside the sand, so whenever you want to talk, I am always there, not budging, nor going anywhere/ my love is deep and will never run dry, so, just believe in you and me, and you and I can go far dear.

Ghost City Blues

Older poem, this used to be my style a few years back. I have been working on my craft. Refining it and sharpening the edges as well. I have a long way to go, but I have come quite far.

Ghost city of fallen eating kicks of game ties// Extraordinaire// is the grammatical transgender of lights// Escaping the purity of the soul// it’s igniting the laser tag price// Equipped to jump step// to the right or maybe to the left// Horizontal velocity is closing in on the soars of bitter smoke// Glued to the television screens, because they are blinded by the heated waves of truth// It’s the chosen game of playing crabs or shooting Russian roulette// I chose plenty of seeds that escaped my soar throat of highway nuns, of pleasures// That stayed away from blaming second comings to violin lessons to the emergency roads, from fallen away viruses, that touched you upon the entrance of bravery// for the right to speak your mind about whatever you spoke about at that moment in time//

Gates of my Open Heart

Gaining despair my words are liquid tears of hate//

Planted underneath the wooden stocks of flowers//

Seeds, explode like nuclear explosion in Vietnam//

It’s a scary thought of not being cared for nor loved//

I am involved in a moments glory of thy name//

Stood once alone, without an open home//

Yet, never failed to see, that there was something there for me//

She stood there, silently with open arms//

Mouthing the words of four, in order to bring me in//

I had to resist, because I knew, that if I gave in//

It would be too good of being true//

I put my hands onto my face, and let one single tear droop

Slowly onto the concrete floor//

Smacking itself without a doubt//

Then a few more followed, I tried to stop them//

No point of trying//

She looked at me and said don’t be afraid//

Let me just….

As she said those words///

She took her hands and put them on my hands//

I had tears of joy, yet pain I still possessed/

Was not red or blue or even white//

She hugged me, and then put her index finger onto my lips

And hushed me//

Said don’t be afraid my dear//

You are half of my puzzle///

That I have been searching for///

So, after this dream came true//

I smiled and took her hands and held it

Yet so lightly//

And walked her through the gates of my open heart//

Every Night

Every night I sip blood of pain
Grieving in secluded dangerous tone
Words spat in patterns deep
Veins spat metaphors in my silence sleep
Cruising into the moonlit night
Never did my feelings feel so bright
When danger controls my tone
My patterns never showed
The love that is fake?
Tears that are supposed to feel
Never granted to be real
Hold on and let me retrace the wisdom
Following the saxophone tone
While the musical zone
Controlled my uncontrollable thought
I never was laid to sleep that night
Just on the phone with my wifey thinking about
The future
Will it come true, or shoot bricks
Like words that were spat in my silence screams
Yielded to start anew, when my girl said I can be true
To myself, and no one else’s thoughts
It's how I became a man
That night while chilling on my bed
My life took a sweeping right turn

Blamed from the childhood hours
To blame myself to be a non experienced boy
With that talk that night, I became a man
Feelings and emotions described in lines of depths
It’s magical explanation that have foregone into the hall of fame
Words are real like blood in my veins
Heart skipping multi million times a millisecond
It’s truthful misery that cannot be controlled
So, she sat there silently
While I blazed my emotions
I laid it on her doorsteps
And she did not step back
Does that mean she doesn't mind?
On that phone, she said she did not mind
That means my feelings for her are real

No Return Home (Song)

Intro: I will hit you with some delightful electric perplexity// You won’t even know it’s me// nor will you even capture the sense that I ignited the light// that brought you the thought that you got confused in the beginning of my lyrical thought/ so don’t say a word/// but just listen//

Verse 1

I stab the electricity; my mind is feeling like publicity.

The emotional state is up grieving to my simplicity.

My cores of veins are bleeding pure red.

My emotion boils of pure hate of the dead.

I cannot continue to project to the rhythm of the rhyme.

Central Standard Time

but I can definitely combine the biological sublimes.

As I continue to intertwine, my rhymes are in the twilight zone,

That stops my energy in the wrist- bone

Penetrating the sickles hatred, that bothers me naked.

I compassionately cannot relate to the feeling of being awoken.

Just like the hidden truth being spoken.

Hook:

Staggering problems that daggers the heart,

That leaves the pure spot abstract at the start.

I stumble, but breathing, into the mind I am up heaving.

So release my problems through Self- Deceiving.

Verse 2

When I try to reconnect my passionate tension//

I relate to the suspension of paying attention//

I condemn myself to bore the free comprehension///

That evolves into something like universal extensions//

I face problems that bother me day and night//

What do I do with the fourth dimension that connects the expansion?

Of mentioning my mansion that overlaps the Overexpansion.

You might not understand the words I spit//

But just relax and breath// It’s the only fortunate event

That you will see///

Hook: Repeat 2x

Staggering problems that daggers the heart,

That leaves the pure spot abstract at the start.

I stumble, but breathing, into the mind I am up heaving.

So release my problems through the Self- Deceiving.

Verse 3

Why do I face these problems alone?

I mean don’t I belong, to a geographical zone.

I mean honestly I do see that my muscle tone

Brakes loosely in the unknown in the skin and bones.

I don’t gather my feelings on my own///

I rather live in a element of a cone//

In order to evolve like a precious stone//

Hook: Repeat 1x

Staggering problems that daggers the heart,

That leaves the pure spot abstract at the start.

I stumble, but breathing, into the mind I am up heaving.

So release my problems through the Self- Deceiving.

Outro:

I will evolve into a multicultural vet//

I know you think I might be tickling your brain quite rapidly//

But you know in order for me to pretend to exercises the set///

I need to gather my thoughts and pretend//

That I have the pure satisfaction of my tune//

I mean honestly can you picture me rhyme//

You May Kiss Me

You can kiss me if you want

The lips upon my lips is what I want

More than life itself, I know

Wondering

How sweet your lips would taste upon mine

Your lips are delicacies’ of sunshine beaming upon my face

The lips of yours are the closest thing to heaven’s door

The lips of ours intertwined to glisten in the darkest moments of despair

Sweet memories of us kissing underneath the covers

When you spent the night

When you and I shared a kiss that one time

In a car

The first moment we met

Those were the times when I remembered our kiss most

That kiss sealed the deal

It delivered a sparkle in my eye

A tear of joy

No darkness in my corner that afternoon

Just happiness and joy

Clarity

Moments of pleasure and moments of clarity
Uniting forces of asperity
Beauty encompassed to glisten in the shadow
Of darkness tomb of death
Let us be honest with one another
Your beauty shined love upon my face
Sounds of your voice
Could be compared to sonnets of Shakespeare
You shine bright in my darkest corners
You bring bright lights to my side
Why fight it? Why even deny it?
Let things be, just let things be
Whatever we both desire, it will come to be
Trust me, we can deny it all we want
But
We are really supposed to be together
Forever
Forever more

They Watching Me

They watching me
They see me
They have different faces
All of them zoom in and out into my view
I jump from bodies to bodies
I have flashbacks in every body
I was a Native Indian dancing around the fire
They attacked me on many occasions
Every time I try to close my eyes there they were
Looking into me
I saw a lizard watching me
It came into my view
And put it’s venom into me
It also hissed at me to scare me
I jumped from one dimension to another
I saw me when I was a child
I saw myself when I was a bit older too
Scary times
But felt so real, oh so real

Moments of Clarity

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Jai refused to admire the congruent symmetry of his chin. Jai walked throughout his life as a soulless memory of his past mind. He struggled to achieve what his friends have achieved. Success is the game of life. Jai was infused throughout his life on the importance of fitting in and achieving an admiring status. He could not figure out what success could do to him, as his focus was to inspire others with his words. Jai battled within his mind, trying to give in into the easy ways of success, as his father’s connections meant everything to Jai.

One day when Jai came home from hanging out with his girlfriend, his father was in the living -room-watching television. Usually, Jai would walk into the house and his father would not respond, as his father’s mind was under hypnosis from the television. However, this time, he could not escape his father’s attacks on his psyche.

“Hey Jai!”

“Son, can you come here for a second.” His father said, while staring at the strident television screen.

Of course Jai, was always annoyed when his father wanted to speak to him, as the conversations they had, always evolved around school and work.

“What do you want?” Jai responded while walking past the living room.

“Excuse me?” said the father in a voice that Jai knew quite too well.

“Well, what is that you wanted?”

The relationship that Jai and his father had was not a relationship at all. It lacked meaning and character.

“I just wanted to speak to you, for a second. Is that too much to ask?” said the father, looking agitated because Jai would not come over to him when he asked him too.”

“No, of course not! I’m just not sure what you want to speak to me about.”

“We never usually speak, so why would you want to speak to me now?”

Jai was a bit exhausted from school, so he did not have too much time to waste trying to speak to his dad. It was a sad and depressing seeing father and son not getting along, especially when Jai was younger, the connection that the father and Jai had, was inseparable. They did everything together. What happened in the past five years? What has changed?

“Look Son! I know we have not connected in a long time, but that does not mean that we should stop trying. I want to re-evaluate our love for one another.”

Before Jai’s father was able to say anything, Jai could not stand in the living room any longer; he had to speak his mind.

“Look Dad! I still care about you and still want to try to make things work.” But Dad! You are always under some kind of control. It feels like some kind of dark entity starts taking over you when you watch television.”

“Especially when you are watching television, darkness seems to get even stronger.”

“Oh Jai! Why are you lying?”

“I’m perfectly fine!”

“No, Dad! You are not. You are quite distant and you have been for a very long time.”

“Son, why are you lying? I have been the same and I have not changed. Television does not do anything to me I am perfectly fine. Stop talking non-sense!”

“No, fuck it dad!” I do not want to continue having this conversation if you are not going to listen to me.”

Jai, looked into his father’s eyes for one second, and started walking towards his room; when his father starts yelling once again.

“Jai get your goddamn ass over here, at this moment!”

“Dad, no, I cannot talk to you!”

“Then get the fuck out this house!”

“Wh, Wha, What? Dad, are you serious? Why are you throwing me out? What did I do?

“Get out now, Jai!” I do not want you in this house! I said get out, you hear me?”

Jai looked at his father for a few final moments, he knew that his father’s eyes had darkness in them, he knew there was no point of trying to explain himself, so Jai grabbed his belongings and walked out.

As Jai walked away from his house, he whispers “Goodbye my father. I’m sorry that we lost touch with one another.” Hoping that his father would receive those words by faith, Jai continued to walk into the distance.

As Jai continued walking away into the distance, his father stood up from his favorite chair; opened one of the blinds, in order to peak into his son’s view. Jai and his father lost moments of clarity.

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Viciously Attacking All My Prey!! (Freestyle!)

Viciously entr'acte the tongues of wisdom
The words of scribbles in the words of gifted
The feeling liquid, but motion sickness
The feelings mutual
But bodies and minds feel dead on
The non-sense plays of laughter
No remorse of cracking jokes
People blazing hoaxes all over the globe
Who created religion
I rest my case
To predicate the fearing ignorant human species
No name to blame but our society
Words are gifted
And traced into an emotional upper battle
People poking fun at things I speak
Do not fear
As I ask questions and then release
The mutual lighting storm of gifts
The sickness in the verbs so congruent the limitless
Blows become ice cycles in your perplexing third eye
Spiritual involvement
Is the name you try to ignore
But in all honesty
No words are harder to crack
But gated community of your mind
You are the holder of your own sleeping cell
Don't believe me ask the ancient aliens of their diagrams
Written in the ancient pyramids
You think I'm all fakery and ignorant
Well, I will settle this for you from the first step of giving
You a chance to put me down
I'm not calling you out
Simply retracing my attacks back
Cuz my verbally semantics is not properly
Enacted
My verbs and syllables are not quickly scattered
The shadows of my demon view
Is quicker to kill you
Then any words of my wisdom
Devil hides in my closet when I sleep
I converse with him in telepathy
And you ask to beg to question my words of wisdom
Who is this who thinks he is KING?
I'm the follower of Jesus
The disciple of Buddha
And the person next to Moses
When the bush was burning bright in the moon lit night
I'm the one who guided Jesus to walk on water
Look
The blank point of facts is this
No need to blame me
For your un-confident
Lacking self of your own misery
Let all the things I share with you
Seep into your mind and body
Then sit back
Smoke some herb
And let these words gain momentum
Once that is done
Come back to me and let me know how the ride was

Scribbled Voices by Leon Basin

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Life’s Observations Part 5

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Emotional wisdom is traced in our minds before we are born. We are awakening to a new beginning, a new way of breathing and questioning ourselves and our surroundings. The missing link that is being neglected is this: Everything you need to know, is inside each and every individual on this planet! Each soul reading this and each soul who is not, has the necessary tools to re-awaken their senses and help others to do the same! As we are all connected to one another. When you look at an individual walking across the street, you see yourself. If you look into a mirror, you would see yourself. So the person across the street walking is in all actuality you walking. We are all connected and have been since, however long we have been in these body suits.

We are more powerful than many people give themselves credit for. Some are more powerful than others, but we are powerful non-less. Many abuse the power they do posses, however. Most do not know where to transfer their powers. They believe material possessions is the only thing they need in order to be happy. They do not believe in development of their souls and their minds. We should strip down all distractions in our life. Move with water. When you look at water, you could see the complexities of it and then you could see the simplicity in it as well. Life works that way as well. We make things complicated and difficult. Life is not as difficult as many want you to believe. I believe “Tao Te Ching’s” book is the most closest thing to the “truth.” When I speak of truth, I do not mean the ultimate answers to all of the questions we have asked in our civilization and our society. But answers to at least the bare minimum. I would go far as saying, it’s a stepping stones to finding out how to live on this planet and how to evolve as a human species. Think of it as a foundation, or an outline.

When we argue with our loved ones or people on the street, we are actually arguing with ourselves. The anger you have for other people, is in actuality anger you have for yourself. When you physically or emotionally abuse your girlfriend, wife, son, daughter, husband, brother, sister, father, mother, grandparent you are in actuality abusing yourself.

The thoughts outlined here, are thoughts I have been contemplating on, for a few years now. I have found many sources and have had many spiritual experiences (15) that have connected these thoughts to the same point, over and over again. I have been going through a book called “The Law of One.” It’s a book that was channeled by Ra, a group of “Aliens.” I believe this book is interesting and could benefit many people. I suggest using common sense/logic and other source of thinking in order to come to your own conclusions. You can read the book for yourself here: http://www.lawofone.info/

Please, Let me know what your thoughts about the book are and your opinion on how we are all connected. Thank you all! And happy living.

Leon

The Way I Write…

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Life force is an extension of being one. Connection to love of life. Is a mixture of fact and trivia. We are beings full of power and desire. When we ignore that power. We could make ourselves extinct. Something more vital could move into our place. What I say may not resonate with many people. As this is my opinion. This is how I feel, in this moment in time. My motto: Write whenever I feel is necessary. I write whenever I feel words are crying to come out from my finger tips. I believe that my writing is channeled. I do not sit at a computer, looking at blank screen thinking of what I am going to write next. I’m usually living life, the words come to me in the most awkward moments. I could be taking a shower, walking, meditating or simply living. Words will come and I write it all in my mind. I use my mind as a word processor and a hardrive. I could be writing for weeks and then it could all stop. I also, do not do outlines, or take notes. Most of my writing comes to me before I’m at a computer. When I’m working on a particular story, poem, short story, book or even a song. I tend to write it all out in my head before I approach my computer.

This process has not always been the same. I read, studied and followed many writers. Many of them outlining their process in their interviews. I intended to follow and do as they have outlined. I did this for a few years. I have been writing for nine years now. For the past, six or seven years, I have worked on my own style. As that is the most important part of being a “writer.” I have gained a lot of criticism for not using grammar/punctuation. My old self would get depressed, as the content is the real importance here. As long as it is eligible and made more sense, then no sense, it should be alright. I have been working on my own style, so to speak, for a very long time. It has been a brutal, devastating and awesome journey I have ever taken. I want to pave my own way into the “literally world.” I do not seek fame, nor fortune. I do not even ask for praise. What I do seek is this: I write for my own development. I write because it’s what I’m here to do. I write because writing is just like anything else I do. Eating, Shitting, Fuckin' and Breathing. I do it because I need to do it. I do it because it keeps me sane and connected to the source of one. It connects me with myself. It also connects me with you, which is really me, connecting with my own self.

It is my desire to re-awake my senses and find myself as I continue to write my words down, on paper, typewriter or in my mind. Writing is just like anything else you do, you do it because you must. It’s somewhat like: Writing was embedded into me from since I chose to be re-born. I do not need an audience in order to continue writing. I will do it even if I’m locked up on an island on my own. I use Internet as my medium because it’s easy and it’s great having to read what people have to say about what my writing has done for them. I have had dozen of people recently write to me and tell me that my writing has A. Changed their life and B. Given them something to think about. When you receive comments, emails and responses like that, you want to continue to write even more. As there are many people out there who believe that words are as powerful as breathing. I sure do believe in that phenomenon. One word could save your life from deep depression. It has for me at least.. Do I really believe that? Hell Yes I Do! I believe it to the most highest degree. If you do not believe what I’m writing here, listen to that one song that gets you through the difficult days. What about songs that make you think that you “belong in this world we call your home!”

I will continue writing because this is what I need to do. It's quite simple as that. I have gotten many critics and I’m aware I will get many more. It does not faze me. I say bring the critics. To be discussed and dissed, is a good way to help us grow as a human beings and as a society as a whole. Our life on this planet is short. My words could help heal or inspire an individual in ways I could never hardly imagine. The most important thing to know about me is this: I write from my heart! I work on being me. I work on finding my own style and voice. It seems that I’m coming along, thus far. However, I know that I have a lot of work to do. I will continue writing and developing as that is important just like having clean air. You might not agree with anything I say, or you might take one or two sentences that resonate with you, whatever you do, just remember to live life to the fullest. Love life and live this life to the fullest love.