This is all I got

This is all I have, this possession,
Not even in a position to be,
A long time ago I thought
I'll teach, As multitudes beseeched,
In this moment, I create,
Moments pulling me down,
To teach. Fear, Ego, pull me down,
To love myself, I thought, is all I got,
Wisdom from before teaches me
That this is not true. This infinitesimal
Speck that I am, A mere, floating blob,
This is all I have, The only possession I got,
This infinitesimal time, stringing all at once,
This is all I got. This is when old habits change,
This is when belief regains. This is all I got.
All the world. But stuck here. This is all I got.

The distance is not far

Start, move, stop, then move again,
Start, move, stop, Is it still the same?
Start, move, stop, Machines are giants,
So fast they move. Stop. This is just a game.
Now, slow down. Your breath never did.
Slow, trudge, stall, You need green for cover, honey.
Think so fast, Race with the machines,
Faster, faster, faster now, Your heart is clean.
Challenges abound for humanity, challenges of one kind,
Of infinitesimal minds in one giant machine,
The machine world, is here to stay,
A new life. Can they co-exist with Mother Earth,
As she sighs, sleeps, and prays?
My children, she says, start. stop. don't move.
But round and round we go,
From here to there, around the sun,
The distance is not far, no matter what we do.
Of steel and resolve and might and power,
As the lay, lay to sleep,
Citing Mother's wills and cares,
They sleep a slumber full and deep.
Those awoken, Are moving still,
But, I have stopped for now,
The sun, the moon, the stars shine,
And place me by the sea at will.
When I move, I don't really,
I see what is already seen,
I hold me to me dearly,
Am I yet, better, keen?
 

Desire

Thoughts, he said, I desire, he desires,
Leading to contempt, laughter, fear,
Conquer this, he said, And I ask him now,
Did he not know this by thought, and shedding tears?
Master of my mind, Am I? Then who am I?
My mind must then be a slave to me,
I say to him, Standing alone, I bow to only one decree,
That as all I am one, and as one I am all,
Whether I rise, and whether I fall,
I would like my mind, and even me,
To be all I know, And even more,
Beyond what I can think and see.
Is there a law, I must bow to?
Is there an action I must do?
To prove to him, my beloved,
That my love is true?
We are all slaves at times,
Masters at times,
Why not dream of a time,
When we are slave and master,
All at once. Then there would be no begging,
Borrowing, stealing, Each owning a throne.
Did we not dream of an equal land,
Should I forgive? Then I am master,
Should I berate? Then I am slave,
Should I love? Oh then I would hate,
Or should I just be a common knave?
As common as this is, my love, to you,
It has become more uncommon in this
World today. Mother dreamed of an equal land,
And we have installed laws in it's place.
I am not above. I am not below,
And as I think, the lesser I know.
You were right my love,
Let me stop thinking now,
Lest my breath give way,
And my heart stall.

Mile by mile

They say: Don't get bigger than your boots,
But, you know, the boots I bought are big enough.
And with life's undulating course on and on,
I am sometimes in a wave, sometimes in a trough.
Dream, dream, dream, I say, Children!
Dream and live to make your dreams come true,
With love abounding, friendship and Golden
Dreams, dream and walk towards your childhood.
Even when you grow up, I hope, the child in you
Will stay alive. So dream and say I do,
Of a world better than all time,
Dream of songs, of poetry, stories and rhyme,
Dream of the marvels of the animal mind.
Dream, And then when you fit in your shoes,
Walk this beautiful earth: mile by mile.

Those sounds

Pitter patter like those drops.

Rustling like the grass

Neath our feet.

So do you Tintinnabulation

Run your course

As lovers part, and lovers meet.

In those hours when the sun

Has beaten its day’s passage

And retires to its room above

You continue across

Galaxies far and beyond. Enclosing

The world in your rubber glove.

For tintinnabulation you are

The Nature of that energy

That holds even light together.

For did not the word arise

From you? Did not the spirit

Raise from you a father, a mother,

A child? For Tintinnabulation

You are as every sage knows

A moment in time and space.

And as moments go on

So do you dear Tintinnabulation.

Never shying from that mighty gaze.

Those sounds Tintinnabulation

Are for one and all to see,

For that is not a quandary.

The sounds of nature

The heavens, the earth

The birds and even the mites and bees.

Time has stopped

I must have seen wonders in your womb,

 Oh! wonder of wonders,

It rolled out this way,

And you held me closer.

Never cried did you

As your soul I tore apart,

Why must you believe,

That you were falling apart?

You know I love you so,

In your womb I grew so wise,

Now give me love oh love,

Let us hold it in time.

Time stopped for you,

And now it stopped for me,

Then why Oh my dear love

Do you sit and weep?

Your gentle heart I tore,

I mutilated it,

But your core

Has never shined so bright,

Come, let me make it light.

Farewell

Eons and eons ago I broke you, I tore you apart, And now you're back with a bang dear, Now, where should we start? I tried so hard to mend the fences, But, now you've built walls dear, I'm short of defences. I fear, oh yes, I fear Losing the mere plot in time, What's the point of allegories, If it's only but a rhyme? It's a heartfelt story, Not a picture down in time, That we befriended, grew apart, And never kept time. We danced till the meadows glistened, And the animals lay to rest, I did not know then, That every meeting was a test. We held some undetermined goals, And of that thee never spake, What was mine I still have, The rest is all at stake. I broke, I held back, I didn't mind the endless lying, But, you know what dear, I haven't given up trying. For as the winds blow, And the birds, they chirp, You'll see that we both know, We were more in grip With all things gone past, These eons they have passed. Life has come a full circle, And sooner than we surmassed. Lest I see this again, I know we'll celebrate this becoming, Each in his own tomb, Let's rejoice this beginning. Eons will pass, and we'll meet again my dear, And meet goals as we all did, So goodbye, farewell, I bid. But, there are no farewells, For the wind will blow again, And the waves they'll come and go, But eons will pass instead. I held some motley child in my heart, My guts were wrenched to bits, So much for passing the baton, We are all merely crits.

Newness aching

Dusty, torrid, blooming still, Where there is born to will, Limited kitties, but the world At the feet, Trying to build What does not stream. Newness aching through The veins, Feeling blue But not to restrain, Feeling noise, oh! the pain, Dusty, torrid, blooming still.

Hamlet

In the middle of a bustling hamlet, Where the trees are dusty, The roads, a hauntlet, The people, their eyes worn, The hot sun beating, Born Of nothing but their whims, This hamlet, is alien, So forgotten, Even by its ancestors, Worn trees, torn news, There is so little, so much To amuse The mind, As the path meanders, The hills they sully, The dusty treats, Weigh willy nilly. This hamlet, So alien, What do I do here? What do I do then?