I FOOL MYSELF

I WONDER HOW MANY TIMES
DO YOU CATCH WITH YOUR EYES
A LIE WITHIN
YOU READ BETWEEN MY LINES
TO YOU I AM KNOWN
MORE I WONDER
MORE YOU SEE
AND MORE DO I FEEL LOST.
BUT THEN THE DARK
IGNITES THE LIGHT WITHIN
AND I REALIZE
WHAT I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN
THAT WE ARE ONE.

2 STONES YOU AND I

2 STONES YOU AND I
STONE, BY MY FRONT DOOR
I KICKED IT
BUT IT WOULDN'T GO.
I LIKE IT
BUT I FAILED TO SHOW.
IT MOVED AWAY
ONE DAY
FOUND ANOTHER HOME.
WE PUSH EACH OTHER AWAY
TWO STONES
SCARED TO STAY.
WE DRY OUT ONE ANOTHER
THEN DANCE
IN FALLING RAIN
AND SOMETIMES
WHEN I FEEL THE WIND APPROACHING
MY MOVING HEART
FOR THE FIRST TIME WANTS TO STAY.
TWO STONES YOU AND I
MEANT FOR ONE ANOTHER
AND UNDER THE CLEAR BLUE SKY
WE HAVE FOUND EACH OTHER,
I WILL NEVER LOSE YOU AGAIN.

MORNING ANNOYANCE

IN THE MORNING, I HATE TO GET UP
BUT I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM.
AS I PEE HALF AWAKE, SOMETHING REMINDS ME
THAT EVERYTHING MUST END,
ONLY MY CALM SOUL WILL MOVE ON.
I GO BACK TO BED AND FALL ASLEEP,
NEXT MORNING I WILL BE ANNOYED ALL OVER AGAIN,
AND YET........................

ANY BAR

THE BAR IS A COLD PLACE,

BUT A FEW DRINKS WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING.

AFTER AWHILE, EVEN THE GUY NEXT TO ME,

MAKES A LITTLE MORE SENSE.

THE BAR IS A COLD PLACE,

BUT A FEW DRINKS WILL CHANGE EVERYONES FACE.

THE WIND

OUTSIDE, WITH NO PLACE TO GO,
FULL OF DOUBT
EVERY CHOICE SEEMS TO BE,
THE WRONG ONE.

DESIRE, CANNOT STOP YOUR TIRED THOUGHTS,
BUT A RUSTLE IN THE TREES,
GIVES A PAUSE LONG ENOUGH
TO REMEMBER KNOWLEDGE LOST.

CHOICE IS JUST A CHOICE,
AND THE WIND ONCE IT BLOWS OVER THE TREE
IT MOVES ON TO ANOTHER ONE,
YOU OR ME,
THE WIND CARRIES ON AND I SEE...

THERE IS NO WRONG CHOICE,
BUT ONCE YOU CHOOSE
THERE IS NO LOOKING BACK
THE WIND CARRIES ON,
AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS LEFT BEHIND.

BOREDOM

BOREDOM IS QUIET, IT STALKS IN SILENCE
A HUNGRY PREDATOR, CLAWS BEHIND THE TALL GRASS
IT WAITS FOR WEAKENED WILL,
AND A CHANCE AT HAVING FUN FOR THE LAST TIME...

YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING

YOU ARE MY SUN, AND EVEN THOUGH
SOMETIMES I HIDE IN THE SHADE,
YOU ARE THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS
ME WARM INSIDE.
YOU ARE MY MOON, AND EVEN THOUGH
SOMETIMES I CAN'T SEE YOU ABOVE
THE STARS ARE THERE TO REMIND ME,
THAT MY MOON IS THE BRIGHTEST
OF THEM ALL.
YOU ARE MY LIFE, AND EVEN THOUGH
OUR BODIES WILL PASS AWAY,
LIKE SUMMER DAYS RUNNING AWAY FROM FALL
OUR SOULS WILL MERGE TOGETHER, AND
LIKE A QUIET RIVER FLOW AWAY,
YOU AND I MAKE ONE.

FREEDOM2

ANY WAY YOU TURN, ANY WAY YOU LOOK
THE SIDES OF THE ROOM ARE CATCHING UP,
THE WINDOW IS ONLY ONE, CHANCE OF ESCAPE IS NONE.
SOMEHOW WE ARE STUCK, SEPARATED YET WE CLING
OUTSIDE OF OUR WORLD, LONELINESS OF REALITY
BRINGS THE STING TO OUR FLEETING PERCEPTION.
THE CHALLENGE IS ALWAYS PRESENT BUT,
MORE AND OFTEN LESS, AND LESS, WILL I PASS THE TEST, OR WILL THE WALLS CLOSE IN JUST ENOUGH
TO BLOCK THE VIEW OF THE SHRINKING WINDOW.
THE ONLY WAY OUT IS IN
THE ONLY WAY TO DIE, IS TO LIVE.
EVEN THE BIRDS KNOW MORE THAN MOST EVER WILL,
EVEN THE LOWEST ANIMAL KNOWS THAT FREEDOM IS FROM WITHIN, WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE US?

CROSSROAD

BORN FROM SILENCE, BROKEN PIECE OF NOTHINGNESS, I FIND MYSELF AT A STRANGE CROSSROAD.
I HAVE LEARNED TO WORD MY WORLD, AND ME, AND YOU, HIM, AND HER, AND EVERYTHING THAT THE WORD CREATED WAS FOR.
FORCED TO ACCEPT DEPENDING ON WHERE WE LIVE, ALL THE WORDS THAT MAKE OUR REALITY POSSIBLE. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ALL THINGS SAME, LOVED EQUALLY BY THE SPIRIT. OUR WORDS DO NOT SEE LOVE, SO THEY POINT THE FINGER AT OTHERS TO BLAME. MY CROSSROAD IS OURS, SOMEONE HAS TO BE THE FIRST TO GO, LEAVE THE COMFORT OUR FALSE GROUP, IN WHICH WE DO NOTHING BUT PITY ONE ANOTHER. FORCED TO ACCEPT THAT MONEY BRINGS RESPECT, THAT LIFE IN ITSELF IS NEVER GOING TO BE ENOUGH.
FORCED TO CHASE IMAGES OF US AND OTHERS, IMAGES CONSTANTLY DISTORTED SO WE WOULD NEVER CATCH UP. FORCED TO HATE OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS, IT IS SO EASY TO HATE, IT BRINGS PEACE TO THE KNOWING OF SELF. DO I ACCEPT THE SPOT THE WORLD HAS SET UP FOR ME, OR DO I ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT THERE IS NO TIME LEFT, AND LIVE MY LIFE IN NO REGRET BUT LONELINESS INSTEAD.
THERE IS NOT MANY OUT THERE THAT ARE FREE FROM THE BURDEN OF WORDS, AND IT BRINGS TEARS FOR MY JOY, MY KNOWING THAT MY OTHER HALF IS ALIVE LIKE ME AND WILLING TO GO BEYOND, TO BE FREE.

HUMAN

UNLESS WE ACT AS IF IT IS OUR LAST TIME, WE BRING PITY TO WITNESS OUR ACTS, INSTEAD OF POWER

UNLESS WE LEAVE THE FAKE SMILES, AND GROWL
AT THOSE WE FEEL ARE EMPTY INSIDE.

UNLESS WE LISTEN TO OTHERS AND GIVE THEM A CHANCE, REGARDLESS IF THEY GIVE US ONE

UNLESS WE TREAT THE WORLD WITH RESPECT, AND LIFE AND AWARENESS AS THE ULTIMATE GIFT

UNLESS WE PUT WORDS ASIDE FROM TIME TO TIME, AND TAKE A CHANCE AT FINDING THE UNKNOWN

UNLESS WE START BELIEVING INSTEAD OF LOOKING FOR A PROOF TO COMFORT OUR SELF-IMPORTANCE

UNLESS WE START LIVING, INSTEAD OF MASTURBATING ABOUT LIFE, WHILE WE LISTEN TO THOSE THAT POINT TOWARDS OUR HAPPINESS WE WILL NEVER BE HAPPY, BECAUSE WITHOUT GRATITUDE AND AWE FOR THE FACT THAT WE ARE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE, THERE IS NO FULFILLMENT OR KNOWING WHAT IT REALLY MEANS TO BE HUMAN BEING. LIVE AND LOVE LIFE, SO YOU CAN LOVE AND FEEL EVERYTHING LIVING.

ONLY THEN YOU WILL BE SEEING, INSTEAD OF LOOKING
ONLY THEN YOU WILL BE HEARING, INSTEAD OF LISTENING

UNDER THOSE CIRCUMSTANCES EVERY SECOND WILL COUNT, EVERY MINUTE IS INFINITE, EVERY HOUR IS PACKED TO THE BRIM WITH LIFE, AND EVERY DAY IS LIKE BEING BORN OVER, AND OVER AGAIN.
ONLY THEN WILL WE KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A MAN.

WHAT THEY DO

IT IS LATE, THE TIME OF THE NIGHT, WHEN DARKNESS
MAKES ITS LAST STAND, AND THE WORLD SLOWLY OPENS UP ITS EYES. I CAN FEEL THE COLLECTIVE AWARENESS OF US ALL WAKING, YAWNING, WITH UNSTEADY STEPS GOING TOWARDS A SWEATY DAY.
WHERE DID THAT FEELING GO, OR WAS IT EVEN EVER THERE, A MEMORY OF BEING WOKEN UP BY EXPECTATIONS OF SOMETHING BIGGER THAN...
DID I EVER REALLY ENJOY THE MORNING,
OR DID I JUST ENJOY BEING A CHILD WITHOUT KNOWING. FORCED BY ADULTS TO BELIEVE THAT
HAPPINESS LIES ON THEIR SIDE OF THE FENCE.
SLIMY SMILES, SHADY CACKLE, WHISPERS OF DESIRE.
I WONDER IF THEY EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY DO,
I WONDER IF I WILL DO THE SAME TO NEW ME.
I WONDER IF ONE DAY, I WILL WAKE UP AND FEEL
THAT THE SUN, THE MOON, NIGHT AND DAY
ARE ALL EXCITING, I WONDER IF I WILL EVER FEEL THE CHILD LOST WITHIN AGAIN AND THROW MY SCREAMS OF LOVE INTO THE WORLD.

ALONE

NEVER DID IT MEAN MUCH, WORDS WE USE AT ANY GIVEN TIME, WORDS WE THROW AROUND AT ONE ANOTHER. NEVER DID IT MEAN MUCH, BUT NOW THAT YOU ARE GONE, NOW THAT MY EYES WILL NEVER SEE YOUR FACE FILLED WITH LIFE AGAIN. THE ONE TIME THAT MY WORDS ARE PACKED WITH FEELING, NOBODY IS THERE TO HEAR ME OUT.

PASSING

I GET LOST IN WONDER AT TIMES,
WHEN I GET SHAKEN BY SADNESS SUDDENLY,
TOUCHED BY THOSE FIRST DROPS,
OF PASSING RAIN, OR A BABIES SMILING HEAD,
PURE OF THOUGHTS, THOSE THAT HAUNT ALL OF US.
IT JUST SO HAPPENS, THAT I WAKE UP SOME NIGHTS
FROM THE SKY THAT SEEMS TO BE TOO CLOSE
I PLACE MY HAND ON MY HEART,
THAT BEATS AND BEATS STRONG.
AND I GET CARRIED AWAY IN MY DIALOGUE,
I FEEL, I FEEL AS SILENT AS THE DESERT WIND, AND I REFUSE TO KNOW
THAT YOUTH HAS PASSED ME BY,
AND I TRY TO SHAKE IT OF.

ME OR...

IS IT ME THAT I LISTEN TO,
IS THIS VOICE THAT RESIDES IN MY HEAD
THIS BROKEN RECORD,
PLAYED OUT OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
IS THIS VOICE ME, THIS LACK OF COURAGE
THE CONSTANT EXCUSE SO I WOULD NEVER MOVE
FROM THE VOICE. CONSTANT FEAR, OF SOMETHING NEVER TOO FAR BEHIND OR TOO FAR AHEAD.
IS IT ME THAT'S AFRAID OR THE VOICE,
SCARED TO BE UNCOVERED,
SCARED OF LOOSING CONTROL,
SCARED THAT I WILL BREAK LOOSE AND LIKE BEADS OF A NECKLACE BROKEN BY DESTINY
FLOW AWAY TOWARDS NOTHINGNESS.
VOICE CANNOT CROSS THAT PLAIN.

SO MUCH MEANS MUCH TO MANY

SO MUCH MEANS MUCH TO MANY, BUT TO US FEW OTHERS EVEN A LITTLE IS TOO MUCH, IN MY BLESSINGS I FIND MYSELF WANTING LESS AND LESS AND YET HAVING MORE AND MORE. IN THE FAKE BATTLE OF OUR INNER GOOD AND EVIL, OUR TRUE NATURE IS HIDDEN FROM US, WITH OUR TWO SIDES THAT BELONG TO THE SAME SOURCE POINTING THE FINGER BACK AND FORTH, ALL OUR ENERGY, POWER AND ATTENTION IS DIVERTED AWAY FROM KNOWING OUR TRUE NATURE, OUR ULTIMATE ACCOMPLISHMENT AS HUMAN BEINGS, THE DIRECT CONTACT WITH OUR OWN SOUL. WITHOUT IT WE HAVE NOTHING, WITHOUT IT WE PICK CRUMBS FROM THE TABLE OF LIFE AND WE CALL THAT SUCCESS, WITHOUT OUR SOUL WE BECOME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE AROUND US. A PROUD ROBOT, PROUD OF THE SYSTEMS OF BELIEFS GIVEN TO US AND US ACCEPTING IT AS TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH. STAY COLORED, BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND EVEN BEYOND THAT DO NOT CLAIM YOU BELONG TO THE GROUP OF COLORED PEOPLE, FOR IN THE GROUPS THAT WE FORM, WE IGNORE SIMPLE TRUTHS, THAT ONLY SOME OF US CAN FEEL THROUGH OUR WHOLE BODIES WITH EVERYTHING WE ARE. TRUTH THAT WE ARE ALL THE SAME, THAT WE WERE ALL BORN, THAT WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE AND THE MOST IMPORTANT TRUTH, THE ONE THAT DEPENDS ON HOW WELL YOU FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND THE THINGS YOU KNOW. LAST TRUTH IS ONLY FOR THOSE THAT CAN HEAR THE MESSAGE AND ARE WILLING TO ACT ON WHAT THEY HEAR AND FEEL.
FOR THOSE FEW CHOSEN ONES, IN THE END THERE WILL BE NO END, THE BODY WILL DIE OFF AND OUT OF IT OUR SOUL STILL IN OUR POSSESSION WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS. LIKE A BUTTERFLY THAT COMES OUT ITS COLORLESS COCOON, BEAUTIFUL, COMPLETE, WITH KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT IT WENT THROUGH TO GET TO HIS ABSOLUTE BEST. THE SPIRIT THAT COULD NOT BE CLASSIFIED OR EXPLAINED WITH WORDS, OR FAITH IMPOSED ON US BY EVERYONE AROUND US WILL GRANT US ETERNAL KNOWING OF OUR SOUL. IT GRANTS TO ONLY FEW, THE SECRET THAT LEADS BACK TO THE GARDEN OF EDEN, OR ATLANTIS, OR ETHER, LIKE I SAID WORDS ARE INADEQUATE TO EXPLAIN SOMETHING THAT IS BEYOND OUR UNDERSTANDING. DO NOT GROUP YOURSELF, DO NOT HOLD ON TO HISTORY WHETHER YOUR KIND WAS THE OPPRESSOR OR THE OPPRESSED, THE SINGLE LINE VIEW OF THAT KIND MAKES US BLIND TO TRUTH, SINCE WE PUT SO MUCH EFFORT TO DEFEND IT FROM OTHERS WITH LIMITED VIEWS AND TO CONVINCE THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE A VIEW THAT THEY SHOULD ACCEPT YOURS. TO NOT LIMIT YOURSELF TO ANY ONE KIND OF KNOWLEDGE IS TO OPEN YOURSELF TO ALL THE KNOWLEDGE AT THE SAME TIME, WITH EQUAL FORCE. GIVE OTHERS A CHANCE, TALK TO ONE ANOTHER, GET TO KNOW THOSE AROUND YOU BECAUSE YOU COULD BE STANDING NEXT TO YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND NOT EVEN KNOW IT. DO NOT LET THE JUDGMENTS BASED ON THE KNOWLEDGE GIVEN TO YOU DECIDE WHO SOMEONE IS FROM FAR AWAY. COME CLOSER HUG AND LOVE EACH OTHER AND IN THAT YOU WILL KNOW WHO LOVES YOU BACK. DO NOT CLOSE YOURSELF IN, BY CHOOSING THAT THERE IS NOBODY OUT THERE THAT WE CAN SHARE OUR BEST WITH. WITH OUR ULTIMATE BEST, WE ALL CAN BUILD A WORLD THAT IS DIFFERENT THAN THE ONE WE WERE BORN IN, WITHOUT HAVING A CHOICE. NO CHOICE IN THE ARRIVAL TO THE WORLD BUT THE CLEAR CHOICE OF HOW WE CAN LEAVE. PROUD, KNOWING, GLOWING, FEELING, LOVING AND EVERY OTHER WORD WE COULD COME UP WITH TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING BEYOND OUR WORDS, SOMETHING THAT ONLY WE AS HUMANS WERE MEANT TO REACH IN ORDER TO KEEP ON GOING THROUGH CHANGES FOR EVER AND EVER. FOR AS LONG AS THIS BEAUTIFUL BEING, OUR ONE TRUE MOTHER, OUR SHELTER AND OUR WILLING HOST, EARTH IS ALIVE, SO SHALL THE AWARENESS OF THOSE THAT DID NOT LEAVE THEIR SOULS BEHIND, STAY ALIVE. NOTHING COULD MATCH OUR KNOWLEDGE OF OUR OWN SOULS AND THE JOY OF KNOWING, THAT WE HAVE FINALLY REACHED FREEDOM AFTER THE HARDEST AND EASIEST FIGHTS WE HAVE EVER WENT THROUGH, THE FIGHT FOR OUR SOULS, AND THE ONLY THING WE WERE EVER DESTINED TO BE, FREE.
LOVE TO MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS WITH OPEN EYES, WHENEVER OUR PATHS CROSS I GET REMINDED WHY I AM ALIVE AND WHAT JOY IT BRINGS MEETING SOMEONE WHO CAN SEE AND FEEL THE TRUTH AND NOT JUST USE WORDS KNOWN TO SOUND GOOD IN THE WORLD OF TODAY.
FREEDOM

FROM YOUR BROTHER THAT HAS NO NAME, NO HOME, NO THINGS TO CLING TO, YOUR BROTHER WHO IS WHAT HE WAS, IS AND WHAT HE WILL ALWAYS BE, DUST ON THE ROAD, A GUST OF WIND, WORDS ON PAPER, A DOT LOST SOMEWHERE IN THE PAGES OF THE BOOK READ LONG AGO, EVERYTHING AND NOTHING AT ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

COLLOSUS

I fear the Collosus
invisible to the eye
a presence felt across the whole body.
I go towards the Collosus
he draws me in
unable to think I feel this is it.
I am a part of Collosus
amazing and a piece of everything
I have a part in Collosus
and he has a part in me
I am the Collosus
afraid of my own greatness i think myself to nothing.
You are the Collosus
no matter how hard you deny
you feel its head shaking your whole being.
We are Collosus, all the same
we use words to deny and to hide ourselves
in fake togetherness.
As long as I think that there is a difference
between you and me I am not it
Collosus he is free

CROSSROAD

BORN FROM SILENCE, BROKEN PIECE OF NOTHINGNESS, I FIND MYSELF AT A STRANGE CROSSROAD.
I HAVE LEARNED TO WORD MY WORLD, AND ME, AND YOU, HIM, AND HER, AND EVERYTHING THAT THE WORD CREATED WAS FOR.
FORCED TO ACCEPT DEPENDING ON WHERE WE LIVE, ALL THE WORDS THAT MAKE OUR REALITY POSSIBLE. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ALL THINGS SAME, LOVED EQUALLY BY THE SPIRIT. OUR WORDS DO NOT SEE LOVE, SO THEY POINT THE FINGER AT OTHERS TO BLAME. MY CROSSROAD IS OURS, SOMEONE HAS TO BE THE FIRST TO GO, LEAVE THE COMFORT OUR FALSE GROUP, IN WHICH WE DO NOTHING BUT PITY ONE ANOTHER. FORCED TO ACCEPT THAT MONEY BRINGS RESPECT, THAT LIFE IN ITSELF IS NEVER GOING TO BE ENOUGH.
FORCED TO CHASE IMAGES OF US AND OTHERS, IMAGES CONSTANTLY DISTORTED SO WE WOULD NEVER CATCH UP. FORCED TO HATE OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS, IT IS SO EASY TO HATE, IT BRINGS PEACE TO THE KNOWING OF SELF. DO I ACCEPT THE SPOT THE WORLD HAS SET UP FOR ME, OR DO I ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT THERE IS NO TIME LEFT, AND LIVE MY LIFE IN NO REGRET BUT LONELINESS INSTEAD.
THERE IS NOT MANY OUT THERE THAT ARE FREE FROM THE BURDEN OF WORDS, AND IT BRINGS TEARS FOR MY JOY, MY KNOWING THAT MY OTHER HALF IS ALIVE LIKE ME AND WILLING TO GO BEYOND, TO BE FREE.

MATEMATIKA

INSIDE OF US ALL
THERE IS A MINUS AND A PLUS WAGING BATTLE.
WE ARE PERCENTAGES, FRACTIONS
AND EVERYTHING ELSE WE USE,
TO MEASURE THE DIVIDE.
SOMETIMES I AM A ZERO AND AS SUCH
I DO NOT BELONG ANYWHERE.
FREE OF AGREEMENT,
BACK IN HEAVEN,
I PUT ON A MASK
AND PARTICIPATE IN THE MADNESS,
HOPING TO MEET MORE ZERO'S
ALONG A LONELY PATH.
SOMETIMES I AM A ZERO,
AND NOTHING PREVAILS...

BLINDED HORSE

I'M JUST A NORMAL BOY, THE KIND THAT TAKES YOU OVERBOARD, MY SOUL IS SOMETIMES SOMEWHAT OLD, BUT NEW FOR THOSE THAT STAY UNTOLD.
I NEVER MEANT TO FIND YOU, YET EYES WIDE OPEN, EARS SEARCHING FOR THE SOUND, OF ANYONE OUT THERE, I NEED THE WORLD TO FIND ME.
I SIT, I REST, I SLEEP, DREAMS HAVE LEFT ME LONG AGO. I EAT, I AM A ANIMAL THAT THINKS.
I AM A ANIMAL THAT THINKS IT SELF TO THE SKY,
ANIMAL WHO GOT CONVINCED IT IS NEVER GOING TO DIE. THERE IS TIME FOR THE ACTIONS OF THE HEART
THERE IS TIME, FOR I AM NOT BRAVE ENOUGH TONIGHT.
THERE IS TIME, UNTIL THERE IS TIME NO MORE.
LEFT WITH A GHOST AND FEW WORDS UNSAID,
TO YOU ALL. ANIMAL THAT THINKS, BUT NEVER REALLY KNOWS. ANIMAL THAT LOOKS, BUT NEVER REALLY SEES. A HORSE WITH THOSE WEIRD PATCHES OVER HIS EYES PULLING HUMANS AROUND. SOMETHING COVERED UP OUR EYES, SO THAT WE LIKE THE HORSE CAN ONLY WITNESS, NEXT FEW STEPS, BUT NEVER THE WORLD COMPLETE. THE HORSE WITH ITS EYES OPEN IS A SIGHT TO BEHOLD, FREE TO CHASE THE WIND AND BE NOT WHAT HE THINKS, BUT WHAT HE KNOWS.

PATH OF HEART

Little things in life are sometimes a reminder, that i still have functioning common sense. The balance of things in play, simply translates to balance and well being when it comes to our mental and physical health. Looking at the history of human race, it is obvious that the woman's role was downplayed by men, due to their physical supremacy. Now given that we have conquered the unknown and the world is governed by reason, woman's role is at the brink of balance with that of men. What i learned from the little life i have witnessed is what i have always silently known, something that a person of reason could easily agree with. First realizing that we are all equal, no matter what sex or what race we belong to. Those that cannot cope with that simple unavoidable realization brought about by reason and common sense, are not governed by by those same quality's of human beings. Second of all one must acknowledge the importance of everyone's doing, and not place importance on any doing in particular. One must respect the doing of any one individual that is participating in our goal of total and complete well being. It is important to realize that the only worthy thing for us to do in this world, is work towards our mental and physical ultimate attainment. Finally I would like to add that upon realizing what a person wants to get in life, they also have to realize that it is going to be hard work, and it's not something that happens over night. Till the end striving for perfection, hoping to fulfill our lot as human beings, is a path of heart and as such it is easily traversed.

NEW CYCLE

My view of the world involves mostly logic and reason, and with that in mind i would like to point out towards the fact that society does not want better care for children, simply by not putting importance on their care. If you look at the underpinnings of our so called society, you will realize that it is extremely frail. We have a scale that is imposed on all of us, against which we measure our position in the society with that of others. With that in mind, somebody has to do the things that nobody wants to do. If everyone got the right care and the best possible education, our society's structure would crumble. For instance take the example of law enforcement, if they have no one to protect us from, what would be the purpose for them in the first place. The structure of our society needs the good and evil, mainly because it was formed on those ideals. Until we change some basic foundations that our society is based upon, we will not progress as a human race and the care of children is not going to improve. The world we live in is cruel and just like they say "out of sight, out of mind", a saying whose origin is unfamiliar to me, yet the one that reflects the truth. Those who benefit the most from this structure of our society, are the ones that want us to believe that this is the end of the road for human beings. They want us to accept this as the ultimate reality, and in turn they give us a endless collection of things that temporary misguide our attention, from the real issues at hand. Who am I as a human being, what is my purpose in this fleeting world, and how do I accomplish the task. We have long enough talked about doing the right thing, and agreeing on what the definition of the right thing is. Now it is simply time to act and accept the notion that we are all running out of time.

SOMETHING

They are among us, those that hide behind the different ways that they have given us of differentiating those that cannot be divided, only fooled into thoughts of division. They are everywhere, smiling, making little comments, finding ways for us to allow them to implant in us what they carry inside, the disease of giving up on the light they used ... Read Moreto carry within. Help your brothers and sisters and do not allow yourself to believe that you have the power to see who deserves it and who does not. Those that do not deserve it they are not after our help, they are after our emotions, they want us to reach the point of helplessness because we are unable to help them. Real help is given in the form of being truthful and not changing the strands that make you into you, me into me, us into us, because it might offend someone, because it might make others not like us, you, me, in our constant desire to please those that are not meant to be pleased, we lose ourselves. We reach points in our lives where we are convinced there is something wrong with us, we seek those that are not after our well being to find cures for our disease of not belonging to the world of pretenders, where happiness is measured by the amount of things one has, and the amount of control one has over others, and the amount of people that like us or dislike us. You, me, us, we are not alone, most of us are scared to speak, afraid that we are going to come across a wall of turned backs and we will be exposed for someone that still cares, for someone that still feels, for someone that still has hope for the true mankind. We are dead in our fears, we are not living, we are only pretending that the unavoidable is not forever present ready to take us when we least expect it, while we are not following our hearts but instead listening to fears, fears and thoughts of fear that never belonged to us in the first place. In our fears we find others alike and form small groups, where we share our suffering, where we pretend, as if in we do not know that when our time comes, there will be nothing and no one there, but us and the ways we lived our lives, and everything, I mean everything at that crucial moment depends on the ways that we have spent the finite amount of time given to us, and I repeat our time is finite and not like most of us are fooled into thinking, infinite. This speck of nothingness at our last moments will be summed up in one instant either worthy or unworthy of passage forward, so stay true to your colored hearts, stay true to the knowledge that we are all running out of time, that we are all beings on the way to the end, but in this knowing of our impending end we have the chance to live life to its full potential. To enjoy every wrinkle, every step towards the inevitable, every sad, happy, hard, defining moment of our lives are all equally important in our journey back to the spirit, god, creator, words are not only stupid but also limiting because we end up arguing over what words to use for something that clearly cannot be reached by any word, and yet.... Words are all we have and they are not just a tool, but the only tool we have to use to find true knowledge hidden from us by our own self-loathing selves trying to hide the only thing worth fighting for because the work is too hard, the road is too long, maybe indefinite and the prize at the end something that we cannot measure right now, so it all seems pointless, yet there is a little part of us that can never be silenced all the way, the little nagging part that knows without thinking, that speaks without being voiced, that speck of our soul left there as if to torture the whole into submission, or is it there to point towards something bigger lurking in the shadows of our next choice, and the next, and the next, and the next, and the next, and so on, and so on until we reach our souls with open eyes, extended arms, our lost paradises, our gardens of Eden, our Atlantis’s we search in the corners of the world but not the corners of our existence. A poet once wrote" But I say that even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also."

Do not judge so that you can be content with your non-movement towards your soul.