Change

What truly matters in the end?

Everything…
Everything matters
Each word spoken and everything done matters
Everything left unsaid and everything left undone
Every transient thought
Every single day
All possible encounters fostered
Every single smile
The compliments paid
Every embrace felt
Every gratitude shared
Every gift given, even the tiniest handshake
Every promise made,
Every flimsy excuse
Every dream dreamed
Even the days that dragged on
And the nights that never seemed to end
The things you meant to do but never came around doing
And the one you did but never meant to
The things we should have done
The things we should have said
And the things we plan to do
The kindness we should have shown
The visit we should have made
Unwarranted procrastinations, and unredeemable opportunities, lost forever
The friend we could have been but failed to become
Family we could have had but were too proud to accept
Places we could have gone but too afraid to dream
The life we could have had but too short-sighted to believe
All of it matters in the end
Because everything is everything
The way we do one thing, is the way we do everything

Friend or foe

Life is full of the ups and the downs
And the downtimes are great for reflecting
Fantastic when you have a goal,
Tempting for hasty decisions when you don’t have a clue
Anger and pain they say,
Are not the best states for making major decisions
Well, so is momentary solitude, it could be a slippery slope
When bombarded by a thousand thoughts
Usually the first instinct is to push a familiar button
Call up an old acquaintance, indulge
And the dog returns to its vomit
Long after we’ve been bitten, we realize the truth
That we can’t make the leopard change his spots
Not so much as we can make the fish love the shore
Man know thyself

A Reminder

We are constantly moving from here to there
When in reality, there is really no there, only here
We seek advancement beyond limitations
Yet we find this dream unfathomable and unattainable
So we created boundaries and barriers
We tell ourselves we can’t because we cannot understand how we can
We are too consumed with our miniature natural abilities
We insistently refuse to acknowledge our unnatural origin
How can we remain in ceaseless motion
When we fail to endorse the existence of an infinite source
We fill our mouths with claims and fables
While we conceal our hearts from belief
We will now bear the reward for our short-sightedness
And embrace the illusion of a narrow-minded being
We boast of making progress from here to there
When in reality, there is really no there

Reversed Metamorphosis

Everything in nature seems to grow from the bottom up
Humans however tend to have it backwards
We are born with 100% neural capacity
Completely oblivious yet absolutely and totally intelligent
As we begin to grow and interact
Science says we become self-aware
And it is that self-awareness that endangers us
As children we believe nothing is impossible
Then as adult we term all forms of belief as ridiculousness
We grow up learning and assimilating like a sponge absorbs water
Yet we develop deteriorating, short-circuited and stereotyped
We are born superior begins but we mature into mere mortals
When a seed is planted, it sprouts, blossoms then lives on until cut down
Humans on the other hand are content with sprouting only
No bloom, no extravaganza, no immortality
When a human is born, his mortal suit grows
While his neural capacity deteriorates
Science says we only use less than 10% of our brain capacity
And most of it is developed between ages 1-6 years
In other words, soon after we are born we begin to die
In spite of our current advancements
The only thing that seems to have grown are our brains
Not our abilities let alone our supernatural abilities
We are content being mere mortals
We wow ourselves with conquering the highest mountains
When in fact we should be moving them — literally
We delude ourselves with advancement
When in actual sense we are inverted and receding

Immortality

We were created to live forever
We were born to conquer the sting of death
We have the ability to extend our life span
We can thread our essence through generations
We may choose to be a swoosh in the wind, or
We can be a lasting scent that lingers through the ages
We can be a voice, shrill yet eternally familiar,
Like a whisper, or a hymn, ringing timelessly in every man’s heart
We can be a shinning light, traveling through time and space
We can dissolve into several drops pelleting mass ocean bodies, or
We can be simply, a lasting memory, passed on from generation to generation

Does it really matter

I’m beginning to wonder about the things I expect
And all the many things I feel I deserve
How I regard them with high esteem
And then debase myself for their absence or delay
Then I read about great minds like Harriet Tubman, U.S. abolitionist
And I begin to wonder if all life is about are flimsy expectations
I ask myself if there is perhaps something different that I could do
To tilt my attention a little bit away from my selfish ambition
That maybe somehow I can allow my thoughts to be consumed by a worthy ideal
And if that happens, maybe my life will be different
Maybe the things I expect do not matter after all
Perhaps all this time I have only succeeded in losing myself in a lie
So I’m thinking about Harriet Tubman, about her bravery and her conquest
I’m thinking about the menacing risk she took and her unyielding faith
I’m thinking about the people she lead to safety following that underground railroad
And following direct messages from God,
I’m thinking about this brave heroine and I cannot help but wonder
If the superficial things that troubled me triggered her
I think that I know better than anyone what the answer is
So I’m thinking, does any of it really matter?

Where does this road lead?

I race the great expanse
A great stallion, graceful yet strong and dauntless
I can hear my heartbeat, my muscles crunching
As my hooves pound the raw earth seeking an invasion
Thirsty for blood
As I encounter the great sea
I fall to the ground writhing in great agony, my body mangles,
As my hairy skin morphs into a streamlined hairless form
And a horizon tail fin replaces my long hairy tail
I dive for the rising tides and the gulls and cormorants flee for dear life
I arrive the great mountains
And a great wave throws me on shore
I stand on two feet, a man, sturdy and muscular
I can feel the crystal pellets caressing my bulging veins
Curling my fingers into a tight fist, I race for the summit, a fastball
And in one instant, a panda, clawing the ascent, growling my triumph
The snowy peak rose against the blue of the cloudless sky
I can hear my growling echo in the distance
My heart swells within me, craving the endless expanse gaping above me
I am throw again into a tussle, and my distress is heard a thousand miles away
Humongous wings shoot out from my sides, ripping the flesh apart
A great cry splits my throat apart and an aquiline beak spirals out
As a flap my new wings the masses of shredded meat fall off unto rocky surface
With on great flap, I shoot for the blue yonder
I ascend the heavens, a great eagle
I spread my wings, I drink in the crispy sweetness
My search continues
And even though I am several light years away from earth
I think to myself, this is only the beginning

A ghost from the past

That familiar delighted cackle
That broad cheerful grin
That piercing warm gaze
That tender loving touch
That sweet fleeting promise
That callous mean rebuke
That stifled sizzling silence
That rattling unnerving scowl
That creepy dark presence
That giant intimidating ego
That inevitably sour story

We don’t always get what we want

We think we know what we want
Yet we are ever so preoccupied with what we don’t want
We seek out what we desire with colored perception
Always looking out for what we suspect
So that when we are entertained by the very nightmare that haunts us
We are wounded and embittered and judging
We forget that we created what we were given
That we didn’t get what we wanted not because life cheated
But because we only get what we put in
We do not get what we want, we get only what we expect

My bad

I shouldn’t have said what I said
I didn’t mean to hurt you
I shouldn’t have done what I did
I wish it could all go away
I didn’t want to but I did anyway
I was going to surprise you
I was going to call afterwards
I never meant for it to end this way
I should have told you the truth
I should have known
I should have seen this coming
I could have stopped this from happening
I am better than this
I expected more from you
I was carried away
I was too soft, too kind, too gentle
I was blind
I was naive
I was the gullible one
I was too careful
I was too late
I spoke too soon
I was wrong