bird watching

i've done it all my life
spend hours 'bird watching'
some dress to impress
others to cover the ego
some dont try
others coping one another
can't say i prefer one over another
when naked they all look the same
emotional roller coasters
unable to shake the mind
lost in confusion
some a waste of time
but then there are those
whom know all the 'tricks'
what do do
where to do it
the ones itching for a fix
a curl of the toes
a scream out loud
just a bird passing by
was just here
but gone for now

awareness

to sit without thought
to live on 'record'
never hitting 'rewind'
or look back for 'play'
be in the moment
as each moment is real
sit in awareness
awe at the feel
dont enclose it
or give it a name
just sit in awareness
with each breathe
each blink
each
and every
day

love

love me
as if you were blind
dont see with your eyes
see with your heart
feel my spirit
with your souls touch
share the energy
that we create
love me now
as much as my dying day
now is all we have
love me.........
and never again be sad

distance

i now the see world
from miles and miles away
an unknown mentality
a conditioned mind gone astray
left on its own
dissecting its past
seeing life differently
each breath before my last
i find it difficult
to be reabsorbed
back to what
i used to be
lost in nothingness
seeing without the blindness
words cant express
change that aspired
i look forward to the me
when i myself expire

as time passes

as time passes
leaves come and go
amount of visual sunlight changes
faces disappear into the unknown
mind evolves
yet it does not
reality becomes more apparent
for some, it does not
conditioning of the mind
has taken aeon's to create
yet within a blink
it is all taken away
back to the core
the way we were created to live
simply, happy
sharing, and to give
this world only knows consumption
never aware of its effects
spend all your life working
forgetting to actually 'live'

rhyme

if you can dig
what i'm sayin
if you kinda
understand
the words that are coming out
are from this slim man
from my mind
through the nerves
past the fingertips
to the board
processed through the CPU
uploaded into the internet brain
via wifi
A place where you can see
the things that i have thought
this is just me
me and my visual thoughts

dont miss me

when i'm dead and gone
how will you remember me?
I want a party
a cookout...the best
my family, friends, people
whom i hold close to my heart
somewhere around my chest
to have a good time
and share the laughs
we all once had
tell stories of the past
when i did such and such
how much i loved riding my moto
enjoyed watching ladies pass by
stopping to smell the roses
watching my family interact from a far
getting my hands dirty while working on their cars
i've never asked for anything
never needed anything at all
by their company
their smiles, jokes, laughs
flaws and all
memories last a lifetime
dont miss me when i'm gone
this is just a body of cells to communicate
thats all

A or B....what shall it be?

society says i need to be 'A'
yet society doesn't know of 'B'
'A' is what we're taught
same thing our parents and
many generations before them were taught
'Follow these rules'
'Follow this path'
'live this way'
'think this way'
How does one brainwash an entire society?
Generation upon generation upon generation...
'B' sees 'A' and is amazed
yet 'A' lives confused, dazed
lost in its mental maze

glasses

i was born wearing glass
all i saw was the life everyone else saw
no one told me 'truth'
nor is it something i could see
until one day i noticed the glasses
i then took them off
my new prescription
was of the unknown
or so i had thought
one of which i had always known
few see what i see
even less came imagine
this new world before me
'i love...these new glasses!'

the quake

its been many years
since the area i live in had a quake
not in my life time
but in others
while in japan
its quakes created
a psychological disorder
one that came back almost instantly
just yesterday
there were 3 more quakes
since then
i've felt everyone
yet, i continue to shake
on the inside

note

"the brain is like a well oiled machine, it is only when there is friction is there noise. The friction is created is cannot be forced quiet" JK

words from JK

"...Meditation is one of the greatest arts in life-perhaps the greatest, and one cannot possibly learn it from anybody, that is the beauty of it. It has no technique and therefore no authority. When you learn about yourself, watch yourself, watch the way you walk, how you eat, what you say, the gossip, the hate, the jealousy-if you are aware of all that in yourself, without any choice, that is part of meditation."

- Jidda Krishnamurti

gone

its not often i see the people i love
gone off somewhere doing whatever such and such
i hope they dont miss me when i'm gone
or look back and say 'i wish i spent more time with ----'
death can't be reversed
i cherish the time i have with mom and B
I still can't believe it took so long for me to see
the me that i've always wanted to be
In 2009, i lost 7 friends within 2 months
yet, i'm glad i had the time i had with them
they made me laugh,
told me stories of their past
their memory i carry
forever it will last
I once asked a man,
whom was married for 60+ years,
i saw his wife's life pass away
as the years went by,
'knowing that your wife would die, as she did...would you do it all over again?'
i said very patient
he looked at me smiled
and said 'yes'
i could see he had no regret
he lived his live
loved his wife until the end
.........
hold those close to your heart near
let them know every time you see them they are missed
as one day....we will all be gone...

the same

we are the same humans today
that we were thousands of years ago
needing: food, water, air and shelter
everywhere we go
these rules haven't changed
but somehow
part of us has
we strive to out-do one another
for selfish pleasures
from our fellow sisters and brothers
yet we are still the same
generation after generation
the gene pool multiplied
a complex mathematical equation
that started with the original one
do you not see?
we are the same

funds

a day has yet to pass
that i hear people complain about cash
they buy buy buy
and spend spend spend
a vacuum of consumption
a bag without limit
filling their lives
with nothing but useless bullshit
all 'pre-landfill' goods
moved from one location to another
its always 'i need it'
never 'i want it'
someone asked 'whats the most precious good'
...air....thats what i need the most
food and water follow

legacy

many people speak of a legacy
'i want to be remembered' they say
i have yet to find out why
is it the ego?
is it the 'i'm better than you?'

little girl

her father never bothered
her mother never tries
alone to wander the world
with only her uncle and gma by her side
whom to look up to?
whom footsteps to follow?
no girls nights out
no sleep over parties
no one to share secrets with
no one to play with
its such a struggle
i dont 'know' girly things
our minds are different
man/women evolve with different thoughts
i take her to do girly things
why the pho not!

samurai

to serve for a greater cause
die for this little one
i've chosen to try my best
not live in shame
bring comfort when she's down
hold her when in pain
i'll never let her know
what it is i can do
how far i will go
to help pull her through
as i samurai i bow to her
my life at her command
mind is strong
heart loves with all its might
i will die at your feet
any given night

image

visions of you
left imprinted on my mind
are the only reminder i have
of those good times
brings joy to my heart
smiles to my face
a chemical path you've created
just an image of your face
i can see it as clear as day
even on the darkest nights
its my warmth when i'm cold
an extra beat of the heart
thoughts of you will last forever
miss you when apart

ego

what is the ego?
why does it exist?
whom creates it?
its the 'me' we want to be
the me that we are not
the 'me' that is an abyss
its the 'me' that always insists
without vision
would the ego exist?
are we ungrateful for what we're given?
as all we do is try to fill the mental void
an unhappiness that doesn't exist
but only in one's mind

egg or cocoon

it seems to me
that as time passes by
we grow into something
from the inside
its always been there
filtering out all the bull
breaking free of the egg shell
ripping open our cocoon
world seems brighter
smiles get larger
we seem more
hear less crap
come into awareness
back to the cocoon/egg shell
i'll never go back
as you look around
so many are still stuck
unable to break free
simply put...shit outta luck
lost in the matrix
trapped by the mind
passing by the flowers
all the beauty of this world

torpedo

the words came out
but they did not register
they floated in your mind
almost lost in there forever
till the day it made contact
sparked an instant thought
reality of life
one you had never thought
it began a change
one that takes time
one that will forever
change your thoughts of mind
the world will seem different
yet all is still the same
it is we whom evolve
it is we whom need to change

distance

time has past
with each blink
i sit and ponder
the thinks i think
why we've become
the 'we'
we are now
further away from one another
in our distant towns
we lived
like sister and brother
as we aged
we forgot
whom we
once were
family that survived
family we are not

she keeps on passing me by...

pharcyde said it best...

the ones that pass me by
day after day
i see these cats staring
without a thing to say
wonder what they think
i become a blur
imprinted in the minds
thoughts over come her
i don't even bother
not sure why i should
just another cat
looking at me like food
something to ride
fuck or suck
a simple escape
mental nip & tuck
the lives they live
day after day
thinking in the past
without a word to say

70th !

it says i have 69 posts....funni

cracked open like an egg
my thoughts spill out
poured all over this page
that my fingers type out
written in such a fashion
that some 'might' understand
just a spirit in the flesh
like every fellow man
a combination of words
have brought me this far
but it wasn't the mind that wrote this
was the awareness and awe
i live in time
not in the past
always moving forward
standing still as you pass
we never actually move
nor do we stop
atoms bouncing around
with each tick of the clock
winds pass by
but can never be seen
only felt by the mind
and the flesh in between