One...

One bee...
Flying free...
On the edge of civilization.

One tree...
Standing near me
On the edge of civilization.

One human...
Shackled...
Hackled...
And thrust out of civilization.

Me...
Sitting under the tree.
Listening to the bee.
Trying to be free.

Answers

To some, the answers lie in others.
To some, the answers lie in alcohol.
To others, the answers lie in death.

To some, the answers lie in regret.
To some, the answers lie in drugs.
To others, the answers lie in the sun.

To some, the answers lie in family.
To some, the answers lie in money.
To others, the answers lie in TV.

To some, the answers lie in cars.
To some, the answers lie in games.
To others, the answer lies in the past.

To some, the answers lie in the future.
To some, the answers lie in adventure.
To others, the answers lie in bliss.

To all, the answers lie in themselves.

Sunrise

The rising porcelain sun
Glistens off the shattering crystals

The eyes...

Oh God, the eyes.
The eyes can barely encompass it.
Without the glory of the untarnished soul.

The globe of white fury rises in the east
Shadows thrown against Indian's sacred ground
The heat of the rays lie softly upon the back
And the glory of the porcelain sun reigns.

What is this feeling?
Where did it come from?
Have we all been ignorant?
Have we all been shamed?

For the serious life has grown thin!

Fuck that!

I feel dim!

Are we just chasing dreams in a battle?
Or are we righteous themes in the herd of cattle?

The Book

The soul light swirls around, around & around....

And delves into the deepest parts.

It finds the bookshelf

Chapter 1
The fear...
It slowly builds to nothing

Chapter 2
The seer...
Who saw that life is unintelligible.

Chapter 3
The fool...
Who realized that everything was wrong

Chapter 4
The nihilist...
Who didn't care

Chapter 5
The light
Which shines and blinds the world.

Turning point

Lives lost through seemingly beautiful faces...

Anger all around.

Deaths seen through the eyes of the masked warrior...

Anger all around.

The diamond heart hardens to titanium without any push or fall...

Anger all around.

Minds blown by chemical in rushes throughout the ages....

Anger all around.

The Power of Now

The hairs on the back of my neck bristle.
My eyes are closed yet I see the beauty of what lies before me.
See it in the sounds of the wind moving the trees.
The soft clatter and sparkle of the creek.
The heat of the setting sun lies softly upon my shoulders.
I look up, slowly...
Opening my eyes to a fairy tale.
Noticing...
Everything.
A feeling of boundless energy courses through my body as I see the glorious landscape in a myriad of colors.
Colors meant only for for the cheap toys, but here the seem made for the blind.
I raise my eyes to the wondrous blue overhead and a soft sigh escapes my lips as I notice the pure beauty as if for the first time.
It is empty, but for a few puffs of clouds in the distance, dancing with the setting sun, like mother and child, playing in the surf.

The Meandering Path

The meandering path leads to something
I'm not quite sure where it leads
Sometimes it takes me up to the beautiful trees
Other times, I'm thrust into the puking smoke of Listerine.

Yet...

I see more and more, the two sides of this world.

Nay...

Three sides
Like a triangle

Each side struggling against the other
Pushing...
Forming angles
Sharp corners that pierce the very existence of who we are.

One side,
Long and wiry and...
Black
Black as the lightless cave of our souls

Another side,
Constantly shifting colors
Trying to contrast against the black
Pushing against what it stands for

Yet...

Not quite sure how

And...

Missing the black that sneaks into the colors

The final side...

Invisible but present
Providing a balance
Against the mindless contrast
And the grindless self-pompous.

Balance...

None would exist without all three.

Then one day..

I saw the circle...