What is that thing called love?

What is that thing you say
that makes us laugh away
what is the truth of need
what is that thing called love?

Wondering about the things we think
wondering about the people we see
what is this feeling of pleasure
what is this feeling for need?

To look at our selves with passion
what is that notion of love?
Sex sells like a big open book,
but what can we do if we're stuck!

Stuck in an idea, stuck in a thought
what is this thing we need to have
the feelings that make us feel...
feel that we need to get up
and talk up!

Spilt Milk (Version one)

Laughing to the notion
of a childish prank
like spilt milk on the table
from the memories of yesterday

Sometimes I dream of those times,
remebering when I was a young kid
about four or five
I could remember thoes times
when I was flooded with dreams
dreaming of being a base ball player
maybe a famous artist
or rock n' roll star

I could remeber the bad things and
the good things,
but now, as I look back on today
I can't wait until that day
when I could look at my kids and say
that's okay, its only spilt milk anyways!

Soul and State

Do we need the churchs
do we need to pray
we don't need a politician
to run a holy state

In the time of the Roman Empire
in the time of lesser faith
it seems the same now
as 2000 years before,
still debating on the reasons
of those holy wars!

Jesus, Muhammad, and the Jews
as said, and done, and as before
why are we still fighting
these inner crisis wars

I believe in one thing (no)
but to kill for something, is that more?
to think along the ideas of the political imagination
was it a skeptic revelation in which it brought
the idea meaning of an author's interpretation

Running on Empty!

Working to perfection
not thinking about what's there to eat
the need of getting things done
paranoia from someone else's needs!

Can't take no for an answer
deeply lying to yourself
not knowing about your problems
until you have fallen down!

Taking a change towards reason
why lie to someone else
having a problem with paying attention
seems to make you feel more down

Can't hide a reason
is it too hard to understand
you're running on nothing
that's why its hard to stand!

The Toll

As the breath of wine cast away,
people go out to spend the night away.

As they go beyond their limits of their own,
can we say that we're not at home!

To take care of the child waiting,
there is a tole for losting relation.

Beyond the toll of less exspense,
where has all the friendship went?

War Beyond Goodness

The skies of darkness,
the dark clouds in the sky,
the fire from the sun,
the helpless sounds of cries.

Like the atomic bomb,
Like the forgotten lives,
Like the presidental elections,
Like the earth quakes at night.

Hearing about the sadness of people
drowing, hearing about
the problems in other people's lives;
Oh, how we tend to reflect deeper,
when tragity strikes our life.

Time of the Unknown, Part 2

Now God is Calling,
it's time to get back home;
but God tells me not in heaven,
for there is much more things
to which I haven't roam!

Past to present likings,
to the time that was unknown,
we all better start chosing
a better road to roam!

The things we do, might not matter,
but they do I say.
Time was making me anxious,
to find out what I can do today!

Have to change to goodness,
the world is dying slow;
have to make it between eleven,
or I don't think I'll ever make it home!

Time of the Unknown: Part 1

Was yesterday falling?
It was a question unknown!
Am I troubling for a reason,
Or am I digging my self a hole?
Why do I seek pleasure,
to which is not my own?
I must of been falling
to the eyes of the unknown!

I ask God for forgiveness,
I try but I feel a lone;
The time, it's not calling,
things only happen because they do!

Will I ever feel lonely,
or am I just falling away from home!
I have another reason,
my sister keeps my at home;
I've been travilin' for sometime now,
but it's time to get back home!

To Some Degree

You take the fruit that's before you
from a girl with the long blond hair.
She shows you your body
as she shows off her share.
There is a moderate restrain
to some degree;
a change is made
an instancy of manipulation,
your would has changed

Self-surrender, to obtain unity,
the ancient mystery of religion,
a chemical substance secreted and
released.

A love of humankind,
a practical benevolence,
a charity of adolesance,
to some degree of innocense.

These Wasted Years

Time has pondered me.
Still I'm not fully diligent in the way
I would like to be.
I glance over my shoulder,
to see what I've become.
I became a selfish person
towards my resentment fun.

Set me free from my choas,
set me free from the pornography.
I need to keep my self in content,
to realize my life's intent.

School was a choice,
learning was even better;
God! Lord Jesus,
What keeps me in my shame,
what keeps me here, what keeps me in my cell?
These wasted years, the wasted self,
did I even look to see pasted my self?

The things that seem to be

Wake-ing up at night,
listening to those sounds
listening to the beats,
falling to the ground

Got to catch up, got to slow down
got to get a grip on something
because I think I'm falling down

Can't pretend to be what I'm not
can't predict anything, before
you need to find a window
before you can walk through the door

Taking things to chance
living to find out what's right
the things that seem to be, isn't anything
until you lived the dream

Trailing Forever

Trailing forever, why do we do,
Can you fill my shoe?
Can you feel my pain,
Is it hard to sometimes choice?

Who are you, or who am I?
I just ask that question why?
Do we know about our lives,
do we know about are souls?
Do we know anything to what we know?
Why ask why? why ask why not?
Who is that person, the one I ask,
why does he ask? No one knows,
I know someone cares.

Where do we stand, do we stand here?
Trailing forever, to over come our fears.
What we want to know, is it there?
We ask why to everything,
but does it give a ring?
No one knows, but someone cares,
Trailing forever, was it ever there?

The White Waters of Nowhere

A place called nowhere,
where the waters are white.
A place where dreams become
dreams and the visions of
heaven appear from the sky
like it was day in night.

This place is called the
white waters of nowhere
where children dream;
It's where the waters are warm and
where the reality of life
seems real from a dream.

As I dream of this place like
from a picture from my mine,
every thought of goodness
becomes of those like mine.
It's in a valley of pureness,
like the symmetry hitting the sky;
The white waters of nowhere,
it's where my visions lie.

The Presence of Love

What could I say to the feelings of love?
Could I be contempt to the signs of nothing?
Was a question viewed without an answer?
Or was I dying over the thoughts of love?

To love, to like, or to see,
what can a feeling do to thee?
I could not fall upon a question,
without the thought of a sensation.

Were my words too deep to this,
the feelings of a wonderous kiss?
Could I be falling to a deep uncare,
or was there something else in the air?

To love a woman, you would have to know,
for, is this love, or just a hole?
To love one soul, you must have shared,
to come to the presence of here!

The Longful Hopes of Nothing, Between the Reality and Our Dreams!

Painting all these pictures
laughing about something so profane
It makes me wonder about the questions?
the questions to any thing!

Unconcious disbelievers, a radical side of shame
a burden of a temper, a crisis of our fame
Hollywood and dancers,
top of the line and boos,
a life of enclosed spaces
a shadow of whose to choose?

Can't go to your favorite places
without the petty adores
unhappy with a commen life thrust hold
but can you be unhappy, with
the ideas of much more!

The Apple Tree

See the apple tree, as it bears the fruit.
See the apples, as they hang from their stem
to their roots.

Watch how the leaves blow
from the apple tree
see how the wind blows them
so gracefully.

Colors from the sky to the earth,
feelings of hate and love emerge,
the life that you see in front of me,
is the life from the apple tree.

Neon Running Water

(Dream Poem)

Look up to the sky,
what do you see?
Nothing running through my mind,
as teddy bears are running outside to see!
Can you figure out what should of been?
How can we know if we're dying in sin?
Neon running water, running through the sea,
listening to the ocean, what is there to see?
Nothing like eating custer pie,
why do people want to try to fly!

Message coming from the plante Mars,
all the monsters when home to sand-a-tars!
Take another look boy,
your mouth is running wild,
because life is like a messed up room-child!
Nothing is coming over me
to the sight of you,
as I see that life was a dream
of something new!

My Last Poem!

When my eyes had failed me
when my life has past me by
I think and wonder about tomorrow
about the life that I tried to strive

Not lying or not laying down to nothing
thinking about the life that I wrote down
to ponder on what I laid down on paper
was the only life I found

My thoughts became my own justice
to which that I wrote and frayed, and strayed
as a famous nobody,
I can write for days

Looking for something in life
like all of us do, sometimes
these are my last words to my striving answer
there is no end to.....!

Lost in the City

The wondering of a child,
thoughts blowing up inside his head.
Buildings for miles, street signs and trafic lights,
the sounds of police cars sirens
and subway trains passing by, at night.
Buying a news paper at the
newspaper stand, cool dark allies,
finding a way to survive,
eating out of garbage cans, quite silly.

Not wanting to go back home,
lost in the city, people using cell phones,
Sick of modern technology.
Should I send my parents a message,
runing away from home,
doesn't make things better.
Not sure that they'll except my apologies,
I won't bother, maybe I'll die tomorrow,
I wish this never happened!
I wish I was a lot smarter!

In the Eyes of One Man

To think was a gander, a wonderful device
but it brought doubt to those who tried to figure out life!
Life was just lived, not so much planned,
because things tend to change not according plan.

Like the idea of love, the emotion inside to which it brought joy,
to which it brought life, and the eyes of a choice.
But, could love be a burden, a trickery, a pretend made up thought,
that also caused a pain, an ache, an inner hidden sadness of loss.

Deepen, not harden, as a line that was made up,
made up of five syllables, four words, the idea of us.
To ponder on these feelings, to ponder on just thoughts,
he was lost in a riddle, a need for just lust.

Lonely Day Sleeper

A lonely day sleeper, thinking too much!
Drinking coffey until he went off.
As he fell in love with you,
while read a story that seem true,
by an author named Andrew Bloom,
what can you do if you felt that you fell out of tune?

He was going crazy,
not like the drunk that you said.
Like if you felt that you couldn't wake up to something new!
What could you do, laugh instead!
Or you could open your mind or go to bed!
But would that really help if you were truely sick in the head?
I don't know, who cares, then I fell out of bed
and realize that it was all a dream instead!

Judas's Keeper

An ancient evil
blood in the heir
fighting vampires
God, what could you bare

Love & evil, ancient decay
live forever
God, dismayed

Hands and cross
blood and nails
the ghost of darkness
denying what's real

Silly Side Walkers

Silly side walkers
a poem that came to me
it was funny one day when
my baby sister was laughing
and told me something really neat

She called me a 'silly side walker'
as it came to me
thinking about people walking sideways
on a fifty meter street

walking on highways,
walking on on cars,
not to often you get to see
banana boat people for Banana Santars!

Making something life like,
taking it to heart,
sometimes I feel deepend
she makes me feel again
about my open heart!

The Tariff

My heart was beating, my voice was soft
my mind was aching, as I was drifting off
Trapped in a dimension, of unparellel means
I was so critical, about every little thing!

I lost in my thoughts, I was feeling insane
I was starving myself, to deepen the pain
remembering the ideas, that I forgot about
my mouth was hurting, as I was crying out loud

Pain forgotten, words can play,
the laughter of women can sound so great
but was that the feeling, that I was looking for
the idea for another, the idol door

Walking through that door, to pay a price
the things we did, to take advice,
and can you find the will to find your way
taking a chance, on the will of hurt
to which, I did, eat the right
the wrong to ease a pain that did not die.

Epic of the Machines

Epic of temptation
epic of a dream
walking through the sands
walking through our dreams

Seagals above
clouds in the sky
water at our noses
did you ever wonder why?

Why to a wonder,
why to the machines
will it happen,
will A.I. take over
take over everything!

The Eyes of Tommorrow

Kids running backwards,
the memories, the sounds,
the memory, the forgotten situations
the hope and the leaves
that fall to the ground.

The long days of summer,
the short days of spring,
the cold days fo winter,
the stories that were told
to tuck a child in.

The dreams of tomorrow,
the love that grows, within,
the hope for something better,
someday, it will sink in.

(Written: 12/26/2004)