Empty Handed Ocean

These days I feel like I am barely afloat

In an ocean of emotion.

Feels like the walls are closing in,

it’s either sink – or swim.

Uncomfortable in my own skin.

Feels like the end, but I have yet to begin.

Got to keep on swimming – because I don’t relish in

The thought of having to do this all again.

This time when I set out, got to set out to win.

Creator, I’m just asking for gills and some fins.

I feel so alone, when I am surrounded by friends.

They seem to see something inside me

that I don’t understand. 

I just want out of this ocean,

to bury my head in the sand.

Doesn’t make me feel like I am much of a man.

This wasn’t part of my plan

But I think you should understand.

Growing up – I was raised by my mothers hands.

Bless her heart, she never loved another man.

And so I learned to say “Please, Thank You and Yes Ma’am.”

To hold the door open for my elders,

women and children when they walk in.

I had to teach myself how to work with my hands,

how to live off the land.

There’s a whole lot of things I never learned

that are considered manly –

hunting, fighting, fucking and demanding.

Being to full of pride to accept a hand,

providing for a family, taking a lady by the hand

and showing her that I am in command. 

It didn’t work out how I planned –

and now I’m sifting through the sand.

Searchin’ for the remedy –

But I came up Empty Handed.

 

Mirror, Mirror…

What is it I hope for and will to exist?

Positivity, health, honesty, truth and strong relationships.

We are all co-dependent on one another to subsist.

Each of us have our own struggles to overcome and experience bliss.

And alone on that path with no companions must we travel.

Searching and learning the great mystery begins to unravel.

In our dreams and imaginings places unknown we do travel.

Those times seem long gone, every day a new battle.

Rattled and shaken – frightened and scared,

We retreat within, it’s safer in here.

While most of us stumble alone in our fears,

Our spirit it calls us, to look in the mirror.

Our sense based existence and everything as it appears,

Is simply a reflection of what stares back at us in our mirrors.

With truth as your sword, and honesty as your armor,

Face your monster and slay it with honor.

When our monsters are vanquished, our spirits spring forth,

Unlocking locks, and opening doors.

Starting wildfires in the hearts of our cohort.

Spirits sailing, god-self at the helm,

We begin to manifest our own inner-realm.

Ilussions of Granduer

Taking some time again to look within,

trying to discover what my feelings are saying

I’ve been hoping and praying for an easy translation

when I dig deep down it feels like misinformation

it could be I’m lying to myself,

which would explain my deteriorating health

battling with the self,

trying to make some sense out of the hand that I’ve been dealt

and so today I knelt, bedside and turned inside

no convenient place to hide, and again I wondered why

Why am I lying to myself, my partner and everyone else

the things I’m not content with are things in myself

I’m clearing off this dusty shelf,

making space for the things I can cling to;

the things I wanna sing to

dreams, honesty, faithfulness,

intuition, compassion, truth,

understanding, love, eternal youth.

I’m not writing this down for it to be soothing

it’s supposed to be a reminder that I should

be always pursuing, never getting stagnant, forever keep moving

when I am discontent I need to look within

and really analyze what’s going on under my skin

it’s easy to blame others

for your own source of disenchantment

and it’s okay to feel robbed

when you feel you’ve lost your magic

It’s your responsibility to reach back out and grasp it

to understand it, to be it and become it,

then let it go and set it free for the great spirit to see

sifting through these feelings to discover what is actually me.

Some intuitive wisdom….

Remember….. the things you cannot control.

Do not let these things hurt or harden your heart and spirit.

You are who you are, these things should not change a man.

If others lack the vision to recognize your beauty and mission,

it does not make you any less beautiful or your mission any less righteous.

It is a fact that people who have this gift of sight exist,

and they always recognize a kindred spirit.

So…. fret not about the judgements of others,

for only you are privy to the knowings of your soul.

Hopefully you are content in that knowledge!

 

You are a spiritual being, having a human experience.

Sun Salute

Wake up in the morning, hit the ground runnin’

Stretch and yawn offer my prayers to the sun.

Each morning with the sunrise

a chance to renew,

a chance to do all those things that you thought you couldn’t do.

So I rise feeling new – collect my thoughts like the dew,

Focus on my plans and try to follow through.

 I got a mission it’s true – and most probably do

In the things I pursue, stay honest and couth.

I try to raise the roof when our frequencies are in tune.

So catch a glimpse of the moon, get out of bed before noon.

Watch the sunrise, and feel your spirit renewed.

In Lak’ech Ala K’in

In Lak’ech Ala K’in

mirroring everything

my soul responds

with love and truth

I remain forever in it’s youth

your soul a mirror

to my own,

yet earthly treasures

are only loaned.

Upon this earth,

I find my home

Forever – the Universe,

my soul will roam

Alone at times

I feel I travel,

the great mystery

I long to unravel.

Dreams it seems

unconscious things

hidden in obscuring themes

In Lak’ech Ala K’in, it means;

I am You and You are Me.

Update

Just a quick note to say that thanks to the wordpress staff, I found a way to edit the publish dates on my writing, and have chronologically organized them now from 2005 – Present. I think this will help my readers get a better sense of the progression I have gone through from 2005 to now. Thanks to everyone who has shown interest, support and appreciation. I am stoked to be able to be doing this in a public forum where interested parties can feel at home to peruse and understand where my work comes from!

The Seeker’s Dilema

The more I read about other persons I have never physically met, the more I see of what they choose to disclose about themselves, the more I realize we are all one. We are all on the same mission, we are all Seekers of Truth. Seekers of the Ultimate Truth. We vary in small ways, like the many facets of a natural gem. Our views, reasons, personalities, opinions, and expressions as varied as the stars in the sky. But our mission? The questions we all seek answers too? Our ideas about both our inner worlds, and outer worlds – they are unified. They are the same questions, and the same answers. We may discover the answers, or the questions in a myriad of different ways – but ultimately we are led to the same ‘self-evident’ truths.

And what I mean by ‘self-evident’ is that the answers we seek, to the questions we ask ourselves; are an internal struggle. And we have only to look within to see the Truth. We can come from many different walks of faith, or even a lack of faith – but ultimately what we seek is within ourselves. It IS ourself, our true self, our infinite identity. This infinite and immortal self is the substance from which we pull all our many talents, gifts and lessons in this world. It knows us more intimately than we can imagine, and yet to know it; we have only to imagine that it exists, and that we can know ourselves.

There are an infinite amount of questions, for the Seeker – and likewise, and infinite number of answers. To discover the truth, you have only to look within.

Just a quick note..

Sorry things are so out of order… the first (or last…) 20 or so posts are much older than the others… if you have any insight on how to creatively organize things so that they are tabbed? (writing, poetry, lyrics..?) and furthermore how to organize them by most recent to least recent.. (short of deleting them all and reposting in order…) I would love to here them! thanks

Inner World

Eager beaver, sometimes I’m such a people pleaser
stress reliever, incandescent mind appeaser
believer in things undisclosed,
aliens, energy transmission, UFO’s
things appreciated by those who are in the know,
I tend to try and go with the flow,
so those who know, can see the glow
visions, dreams my head is bursting at the seams
intuition my mission, learning to listen
and adjust the frequency – tune in accordingly
my energy transmission focused on wishin’
for bigger and better things,
not gained through material means
I know that all living things
should feel free to express their entire being
but as humans we can be so focused on ‘seeing’
seeing is believing, but what about feeling?