faces

i've seen many faces
some quite alike
others like no other
some lost in sight
i wonder whats behind that skin
i gentle person
an insane killer
lover, fighter
hopeless, or mentally ill
what creates this need
to fill in the blanks
it exists in everything we do
since we were little kids
we strive to fill the 'void'
the black hole from within
it stares us in the mirror
from a place without sin

movement

they say we move forward
i've found that untrue
we walk the same circle
hang with the same crew
drive a beaten path
stories repeated over
why do they call it
moving forward?
is it away from the now
to a end or a goal
an A to B line
end of a road
or simply a thought
different from our current?

mathematics

the human is one
we have multiplied many times
we've been here for aeons
struggled every time
whom broke the 1st heart
whom beared the 1st child
whom changed a society
whom found their 1st love
though we are all the same
we treated others with shame
killing, raping,
hitting, blaming
pointing of fingers
into a world we've created
trapped in our minds
why do we hate 'us'

struggle

i feel i dont belong
in a world full of wants
everyone tells me i'm wrong
but who knows whats 'wrong'
as the years have past
i've taken many paths
each showed me the way
where i sit right now
i write what the mind say
i dont expect anyone to understand
nor walk a path that doesn't exist
trapped here doing time
waiting for deaths bliss
to maybe return once again
find myself here typing
to readers, writers,
lovers and friends

refresh

in a split second
with my computative mind
i refresh my memories
throughout my lifeline
mentally i'm there
physically im not
a chemical reaction
simply by thought
up in the mainframe
i call my head
my internal hard-drive
re-lives those moments
time and time again
32+ years of memories
whom would have known
until one day
on this blog i post
these visual thoughts
i have shown

pow!

spontaneous enlightenment
awareness in a flash
you want to change your future
make your present the past
unaware of lifes flow
movement of the earth
past never reoccurs
you must wait for rebirth
i have deja vu
over and over again
every detail exact
i'm doing it again
i stop and observe it
as my spirit catches up
lifes like a movie
i've seen it once before
a tad different each time
the same, no more

I

with the mind of an assassin
soul of a monk
i can see crystal clear
with this bag of skunk
left behind for dead
many times again
i find myself lonely
sad from feet to head
the body split in half
like north and south at war
an unforgiving killer
an ungiving whore
content at all times
my minds in a daze
wanting to live simple
from a life of hunger and crave
even when most call it a bore
i sit in thought
as life unravels itself
in its purest form
always roaming
without a home
into the nothingness
i find a home