Simple

I am my own imagination

I am only real in this product and nothing else
I am a machine of innocent driving a pull of sharks
I am unaware of myself
I am a human being

Being that I am human
means my mistake will repeat
in different occasions
because of the need to make it work
because I told myself that this is the way
and something has to take me from that mind frame

Being unaware of my self
is a sad feeling
because I am aware of others
before I am aware of me
and I cannot know myself
if there were no other
I cannot change
if none other exist
so I am useless alone

Being this super being on Hearth
has me thinking I am better than the world
but the world is laughing at me
because the world sees that
I am just a  machine
my own Grim Reaper
because everything I do to survive
will be the thing that kills me

Being this product
for sale or
to share
I am but a product that seeks more product
just to forget that
If I am working to acquire things
I will be ignorant of the fact
that It does not really makes sense

Being my own imagination
means that I live in my own world
and I will never fully know me
because I will never fully share myself
and so my imagination is limited to what I see

Poem

Standing under

The bridge

Trying to understanding

Fire burn

Born hashes

A tray of cigarettes

Find trail of smoke

Into my lungs

It must be the string

That keep it strong in my blood

Nicotine

Leave cords in my wings

Strong words in

meaningless songs

Build me up

Just to have me fall

The need to be outside the walls

Lights in the sky

Wind carrying short breaths

Bidding farewell

Time is passing

heard following

Hands quilting wills...

Lonely Island

How could someone be lonely in such a world
how could time even permits such thing
loneliness, has broken many
it has even broken me
but loneliness, I long for
for a place where I can be but all by myself
that I, only to consider what nature gives
so that I can return
my man made products,
my shield of freewill
and land on natures ground

Lonely yesterday made me feel whole
it made me realize that I am never alone
and that I can be never happy
not even when my wants are fulfilled
but happiness find me standing
the ground of my commitments
my actions,
my decisions,
my truth

This is a world of many
but lonely is easy to be
for we may pass million and not even realize
how many times we passed our past lives
or how many times we saw things
that we care about
but right now I do not care
I just want to go home
walk past them time after time
not noticing anything
we are blind men with site
and paralyzed man without injury
we are handicapped in our own body
lost until part of us is lost
and we are on a mission to once again find

The Frozen Green Leaf

I've been waiting on the other side of the lake for a while now. They told me I had to give something of value to cross, but all I had was you and my cross, and I chose to give none up. Now I'm here sitting on wet grass and cold has me wrapped because I did not know there was going to be a a huge change of weather. Whether or not you are coming is unsure so I cannot leave my post in case you make it here somehow. I don't believe in signs but I need to follow something to get to where I want to go. Now I'm almost half way there and there is nothing but complications. Condition, there are too many conditions and nothing is outright right. Why must you  read into everything? Can it just be because it is? You always search for meaning in everything and that has you caught up in things that don't matter until they begin to matter, But by then you have made nothing into something and all the somethings that were already there became a bigger something.

arrested by darkness
caged in solitude
all of your kindness
non to which has freed you

The need to be one
other than yourself
your kindness is your blindness


although you are freed from sight
you are blessed with imagination
for the world is truly yours
the world is as you depict it

Blame

you cannot forget no matter how hard you try. Every time you close your eyes, there it is, He who departed and left you alone.
Your pain cause the blame because he would not leave you for no reason, so someone must be at the end of your pointing finger. someone must be accountable, because if there is no account, the hate will be for he who left and he who left cannot see nor feel your pain so you plead for someone to come forth and take the blame. You cannot take the blame. How can you? How would it be to hate yourself? Will you plunge a dagger into your own stomach? will you willingly enter a cage in which you will not allow yourself freedom? will you cry and plead forgiveness to yourself?

And if you do claim the blame, would you be fair and take the same punishment someone else would have to endure?